Battlefield Gejian

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A small town on the border of the Allies.Ushered in the same ordinary winter morning as usual.

"Hey, that's the one, the child born after being jjj."

"Yeah, it's really disgusting!" The aunts frowned, showing disgusted expressions.

"That woman is here, unlucky, go quickly."

"What, the one from the next village. I heard that this woman is that one. The family is rich and powerful. Later, because of something, the military investigated and dealt with it. Dad was shot and killed. Let her I escaped, otherwise I would have to be shot."

"Oh, I didn't expect it to be a 'big man'!" an old lady exclaimed, acting astonished.

The aunts and aunts on the side of the road kept talking in a "whispered voice", and their eyes glanced at a short house not far away from time to time.

"A drunkard marrying a gambler is really a good match, each of them brought a bottle of oil."

"Both dolls look pretty good, ouch, what a pity."

"Okay, don't say it, she's here."

The aunts covered their faces and pretended to leave one after another.

A woman walked away from the other side of the street, wearing a dirty white dress, a coat, and disheveled hair.The woman came back from a night of drunkenness, holding the wine bottle in her hand, walking staggeringly step by step, almost falling to the ground several times.When he was about to reach the low house, a fair and clean little boy came out to greet him. In the cold winter, he was only wearing a thick single coat.His face was blue and purple from the cold, and his hands and feet were cold and stiff.He wanted to go forward to help the woman into the house, but was pushed away by the woman.The little boy fell to the ground. The woman seemed to feel that it was not enough, she threw away the bottle in her hand, and punched and kicked the boy who fell to the ground.

"Bitch, bitch! You dirty thing, you disgusting brat! Go to hell, go to hell!"

The little boy didn't say a word, and endured all this in silence.He knew that if he cried aloud, he would be beaten more violently, so he endured it for a while and waited for his mother to vent.

Mother would smile at him only when she was in a very good mood. That smile was so beautiful, like the sunshine in winter, which made people feel warm.He likes to see his mother laugh.His mother once hugged him and sang songs to him. That was the most beautiful voice he had ever heard, and it was also the thing he wished for the most.Most of the time, my mother was drunk, unconscious, or beat and scolded him. When the beating was severe, he would faint.

Yet what he dreaded most happened.

Tired from the beating, the woman stood up, picked up the boy who was lying on the ground, like a handbag, and threw him into the dark room.The woman picked up the shattered glass wine bottle, slowly entered the door, and closed the door heavily.

"Mom, please don't do this." The boy moved back in horror, begging for mercy in a low voice.The figure of the mother is like the god of death, and a kind of fear of dying hangs over the boy's heart.This feeling has happened more than once or twice.

The woman rushed up suddenly, and attacked the boy with a glass bottle with sharp horns in her hand. The boy blocked it with his hands. In an instant, blood was dripping, and the woman paused.Then he threw away the glass bottle in his hand and continued beating and scolding the boy.

"Mom, don't hit me, please!" The boy whimpered and begged for mercy, but what was waiting was a woman with a more ferocious face. She strangled the boy's neck with the bruises from the previous pinch on it. A position that perfectly matches the woman's handprint.The boy's slender neck looked so fragile in the woman's hands, as if it would break with a little force.

The boy felt that he couldn't breathe, and his survival instinct kept him struggling. He grabbed his mother's hand and tried to pull it away, but compared with an adult, the boy's strength was like a fly shaking a tree, and he couldn't shake it at all.

The boy felt dizzy, and the strong pressure made him cough uncomfortably.But the woman increased her strength, and she could almost hear the "sizzling" sound of the flesh being squeezed.The boy's eyeballs were about to burst out, his hands kept patting and digging at the iron arm around his neck, his eyes were full of horror.He passed out several times, and his near-death experience became more terrifying every time.While struggling, his left hand touched a shard of glass, and he waved it desperately.The neck was freed at once, and he greedily breathed the long-lost air. The woman collapsed on the boy's body, and the hot and sticky liquid flowed out quickly, soaking their clothes.

"Mom, Mom, I didn't mean to." The boy said tremblingly in panic.

"Thank you, my child! I'm finally going to be liberated! You can hate me, even curse me! But, live!" The woman whispered in the boy's ear, with such a gentle tone that the boy had never heard.The boy felt something cold was stuffed into his right hand.He knew that this was what his mother cherished most.He had seen his mother clutching the thing in her hand, crying alone in the middle of the night, or talking to herself.Mother held his right hand tightly, exhausting her last strength, "Your...father...dear...he..."

The boy doesn't care who his father is, whoever it is, has nothing to do with him.

The boy was walking down the street in a daze, his eyes glazed over, as the biting cold wind blew by, the boy shook his figure.His whole body was soaked in blood, and blood clots clotted on the rough cloth, sticking to him, looking horrific.Passers-by screamed and ran away.The men took out sticks, drove him away and beat him hard. The young children were powerless to fight back, and their ears were filled with endless abuse.

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Now, mother, why should I live, why?You wanted to kill me countless times, but you told me for the last time that you want me to live...

"Kathy, Kathy..."

"Hey, come with me, my name is Kathy." When the boy met Kathy, Kathy's smile was very bright.

When the boy entered the special training camp of the military department, there were a lot of people around him, but only this person was always stuck by his side, unable to be driven away, and who kept smiling at him.

"You are the youngest here, Big Brother, Big Brother, Ah San, Ah Si, and I am fifth. They all call me Xiao Wu, so let's call you Xiao Xiao. Seeing your small stature, it is just right, Xiao Small!"

"Hey, don't decide this kind of thing on your own." This name made the boy feel speechless, but he didn't want to say anything more, it was just a title.

During training, it is also common to be taught by instructors.

"The instructor picked on you on purpose, how dare you talk back and seek abuse?" Kathy said worriedly.

"It's just a few hits, I won't die anyway." The boy's tone was flat, as if the person who was beaten just now was not himself.

"Why did you get punished for running again? Let me accompany you." "No, meddle in your own business. Running a few more laps won't kill you."

"How can you keep your mouth shut at such a young age? Damn it, can you say more auspicious things in our business?" Kathy couldn't laugh or cry at the boy's bad habit.

"I can't tell. I'm going to die anyway." The boy ignored the people around him and ran away first.

"Hey, you."

When forming a partner in the team.

"Hey, Xiaoxiao, partner with me." Kathy stuck to it. "Don't hold me back." The young man said calmly. In his opinion, it doesn't matter who he is partnering with. The chance of dying on the battlefield is very high. Anyway, his life has already "died" countless times. .In fact, when the teenager recalled this person many years later, he realized that the person who was delayed was always himself.When it is difficult and dangerous, it will always be Kathy who charges or breaks the rear.

when performing the task for the first time.

"You didn't want your life just now. If you rushed out like that, you would be shot into a sieve." Kathy had never spoken to the boy so loudly, and he looked very angry.

"Isn't this not beaten into a sieve?" The boy casually played with the gun in his hand.

"Then I really thank you from the bottom of my heart!"

"You're welcome."

"Ah - I'm so mad at you, do you know that it's dangerous, how many lives do you think you have! I'm almost scared to death by you, I'm very worried about you, do you know that?" Anxious Kai Xi, yelled loudly, he had never lost his composure like this before.

The boy stopped what he was doing.Worried, someone will worry about him?

"Why are you worried about me?" the boy asked honestly.

"Because we are comrades in arms, partners, and you are the one standing behind me."

"It's not me, it doesn't matter." The boy began to fiddle with the gun in his hand again.

"Of course it's related, because, because..." Kathy faltered, and didn't continue.

"I know, I won't mess around again next time."

Kathy breathed a sigh of relief.

When we talked for the first time.

The two of them were sitting on the balcony on the top of the building, drinking the wine brought over from the instructor's dormitory.

"Why are you, uh...always so...reckless." Kathy said in a broken voice, hoping to find some euphemistic words to express.

"You mean, why do I always give up my life?" The boy said flatly, looking at Kai Xi, who raised his eyebrows, "I don't know why I have to live, I'm going to die anyway, right?"

"Then why don't you want to live?" Kathy looked at the boy with distress.

"Ah, because no one wants me to live." The boy's flat tone seemed to say that today's rice is quite delicious.

Kathy was surprised to get such an answer.He gave the boy a big thud.

The boy didn't expect to be hit suddenly, so he could only hug his head in a daze, but it didn't hurt that much.

"I hope you live." Kay said very seriously, looking into the boy's eyes.

"Why, why live?"

"If you want to know the answer, just live, and one day you will get the answer." Kathy blinked at the young man, and raised the wine bottle in her hand. "On the battlefield, if I die first, you must live." The night wind blew Kai Xi's hair, and at this moment, his eyes were deep and blurred. "Ah, but I'm so good, the probability of this kind of thing happening is too low. If I'm really gone, I'm afraid some people will cry." Kathy teased.

"You? Of course, didn't you say that the disaster will last for thousands of years?" The boy pretended to be surprised.

"You boy, you have learned to run on people, where did you learn it?"

The two got into a fight.