Tomb Raider: The Adventures of a Dumb Man

Let's change the subject. We are still good friends.

The black bear ran away, then came back and pulled the mute to ask him to introduce himself.

Zhang Qilin always felt that Hei Xia Zi was a noisy person. It would be strange if he didn't make trouble. He didn't know where this experience came from. When he thought about how Hei Xia Zi had been nagging him for three days and three nights without stopping, he wanted to beat him up.

So it’s no wonder that the amnesiac Zhang Qilin wanted to hit him the first time he saw him, so that he would shut up.

A man who talks too much.

The second courtyard is only slightly bigger than the first one, and they are actually almost the same. The only difference is that there is an honor room, which is Zhang Banxia's half-life. Her experience makes Xiao An feel very insignificant.

Whether life is wonderful has nothing to do with age or the length of life.

Even Hei Xia Zi, a scoundrel like him, straightened his back when he saw those medals. They were all his fucking ancestors.

He was convinced.

No matter how long a blind man lives, he may not be able to survive on the battlefield.

This room full of medals is simply terrifying.

"Dumb, it's all our mother's fault."

Zhang Qilin was so proud of Hei Xiazi's tone that he thought she was his biological mother.

"Yes, and there are also those of my mother's comrades."

Zhang Qilin wipes these blood-stained badges every day.

"My mother said that her comrades-in-arms could no longer see, and she wanted to see the world they protected on their behalf."

"Third class merit, second class merit, first class merit, special class merit... countless merits. My mother went to the battlefield when she was a teenager. All her family members died. No one survived. At that time, she thought that if she killed one person, she would make a profit, if she killed two, she would not lose, if she killed three, it would be okay, but if she killed a hundred, she would make it back."

"a hundred?"

The blind man bared his teeth, looking so cruel.

"One hundred of them are villagers she knows, including her mother."

The blind man kowtowed without saying a word. It seemed that no matter how much he kowtowed, it was not excessive. It seemed that the blind man came here today just to kowtow.

Think about those who feel the strong smell of fireworks during the New Year is too strong for the smell of gunpowder, but the martyrs were running on a battlefield filled with cannons hundreds or thousands of times more powerful than before.

Not only were your feet burned, but the shock waves from the cannons and the torn apart rocks would mean death at any moment if you didn't dodge in time.

This is their daily routine.

The blind man who won the special merit knows that those who are alive are gods. What's more, there are so many badges in front of us. Our mother is still in such good health. She is blessed by all the gods and Buddhas.

The white hair was the least of his injuries. The wounds on his body were probably innumerable. It was a bloody torture. Even if the God of Hell came, he would be half dead.

People like him who still have the energy to complain occasionally, I wonder how many dead people envy his life.

Our mother is truly the Lu Bu among soldiers and the Zhao Yun among dragons!

Hei Xia Zi’s flattery has already filled his heart with flowers.

The TV series is still too conservative, and I'm not convinced.

"Then how many devils did our mother kill?"

The black bear was curious.

"I don't know. Anyway, we had already made up our minds. The political commissar uncle said that my mother killed at least 500 people personally. I don't know how many more there were later. The political commissar was replaced. My mother's comrades-in-arms were replaced one after another."

He spent most of his time with his mother's personal soldiers, so he learned a lot of things from them. His mother rarely mentioned things on the battlefield.

Because there are too few of my mother's comrades still alive.

They all have no descendants, they are all adopted children, just like him.

"Hiss", Hei Xia Zi took a breath of cold air. This is not just powerful. This guy must be a relative of the King of Hell.

If he were a blind man, forget it. A blind man is not that kind of person. A blind man is a person who always protects himself.

"Do you know Xu Jin Danmu?"

Facing the mute who was very interested in explaining, Hei Xia Zi followed him and listened to him, from which he could get a glimpse of the original scene.

"The Xu Jin barrage is a scene where the artillery's large-caliber artillery supports the infantry charge at a safe distance. The shells fly in front and you chase behind. You can't be too close or too far, otherwise you will be killed by your own shells.

This is someone else's Xu Jin barrage. "

"What about ours?"

Zhang Qilin gently stroked the glass on the badge.

"The artillery fire from all over the sky was like raindrops hitting the firing points. Simply put, no place was safe.

They led their comrades in launching a knife charge amid the sound of artillery fire. For such a charge, they had to rely on their excellent combat capabilities to closely follow the artillery attack and provide a divine service to the remaining enemy forces, sending them home.

Our spearheads had no safe distance and rushed forward on the shell craters. They were the first to rush into the killing range of the shells. The enemies, whose scalps were numb and their bones were aching, were knocked down by our burst of bullets before they had a chance to fight.

Can you imagine that, blind man?"

"No, I can't. A blind man can't."

"As soon as the shells exploded, gunfire rang out in the flames. The enemy was so confused that they didn't know who they were. Who has ever seen such a desperate fighting style? The infantry stepped on the barrage of bullets, and the ground plowed by the artillery was scorching hot. This is not a joke. Not to mention the fierce shrapnel, the fierce air wave can kill you."

The blind understand, but don’t use the blind as an analogy, as life is not easy for the blind either.

"This kind of fighting style is not only achieved by not being afraid of death, but also by having absolute confidence in the accuracy of artillery strikes, coupled with one's own strong sense of conviction, charging ability, and bravery. If they lack any of these, they will be crushed to pieces."

That’s right. Not only that, our ancestors knocked their heads against the King of Hell in the underground and left afterimages. The floor tiles were cracked. Our ancestors were really powerful.

Time and again, the enemy troops were harvested in the artillery fire. Our artillery fire continued to cover him, and he led the soldiers to charge forward again. This was really walking on the edge of the knife of the King of Hell.

At the same time, the enemy's shells also fell beside them. The enemy troops in front of our army and behind us stepped on the wrong spot and their bodies turned into bloody flesh.

Our army's artillery fire was clearing the way in front, and the enemy's artillery shells were blocking the way from behind. Hei Xia Zi's head was buzzing just thinking about it.

If he can survive this, he is a hero among heroes.

Shuttled quickly between the two barrages of bullets, the blast burned his head and feet as the shells exploded. This blind man had the opportunity to experience it once and never wanted to experience it again.

This is simply a miracle. Only our country can accurately kill the enemy under such circumstances.

When he thought of his passport, Hei Xia Zi really cried. How the hell did he become a foreigner?

Zhang Qilin felt a little embarrassed and doubtful when he saw Hei Xia Zi crying because of what he said. He always knew the blind man's mentality, which was full of respect, homage, and awe. Why was he crying?

Given the feeling of being old friends, there must be other reasons.

There are many stories, or rather, there are many facts. The blind are not ignorant, and there are many people like this.

My mother said that many people passed away before they could see this new world, and their achievements were even more brilliant. She was lucky to survive.

Therefore, we must protect our motherland’s hard-earned victory and not let it be destroyed by the reactionaries.

Zhang Qilin took the blind man to the yard to feed the rabbits. The chickens had grown up and were eaten. The rabbits could be braised. Let the blind man play with them to make him feel better, otherwise it would be difficult to explain if his mother saw them.