The fat man walked forward on the muddy road with one foot deep and one foot shallow, very aggrieved and sad, the road was muddy and slippery, he fell in the muddy water, covered in mud, and became a mud man. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

He sat in the muddy water and cursed the devil and cursed God, and when he was tired and struggled to get up, he continued to move towards the position on the right bank of Yunzaohama, and the cold wind blew, and he shivered all over.

There was a sound of footsteps ahead, and the fat man stopped and looked forward, and at the end of the dirt road, seven or eight figures with guns supporting each other were coming quickly.

The fat man continued to walk with the gun full of muddy water, and when he got closer, he finally found that the figure running was somewhat familiar, he wiped his blurred eyes full of tears, and raised his head again to finally see the other party clearly.

There were a total of nine people, and they strode over to this side, seven of them were a little raw, and the other two fat people were very familiar, including the old smoking gun and Yang Ling.

The old smoking gun was supported by two remnants, and the gauze that bandaged his arms was blood-red and wounded.

Yang Ling walked behind with a bayonet rifle in his hand, looking around from time to time, maintaining enough vigilance.

"Hey, company commander! Captain! The fat man waved his arms vigorously and shouted excitedly, his muddy face flushed.

The old smoking gun heard the sound, and also found the fat man waving to them in the distance, the body weighing two hundred pounds was so conspicuous no matter where it was, and it was the target on the battlefield.

But all the people died, only this fat man who had no heart and lungs and knew how to eat survived, and the old smoking gun looked at the fat man who beckoned, full of complicated colors.

The fat man limped towards the old cigarette gun with the gun, the mud splashed everywhere, the wound on his buttocks broke again from the vigorous exercise, he grinned in pain, but he laughed instead of crying.

"Company commander, company commander, company deputy, I thought you were all killed by devils, I... I'm ready to collect your corpses......" The fat man ran up to the old smoker and looked at the big living man in front of him, and spoke incoherently with excitement.

When the fat man was alone, he thought he was a lonely ghost, but now he once again has a backbone in his empty heart, and his heart has become more solid again.

The old cigarette gun glanced at the fat man, and scolded angrily: "Damn, you crow's mouth, you were killed by the devil, Lao Tzu is alive and well."

Although the old smoking gun was cursing on his lips, there was a warm current in his heart, although this fat man was a heartless rice bucket, but he was still thinking about collecting his body, and he still had a conscience, and he didn't take care of him in vain.

The fat man's gaze swept over the nine lonely figures, stood on tiptoe to look at the muddy back, turned his head and asked Yang Ling: "Deputy Lian, what about Brother Luo?" Why didn't I pull it down with you? ”

Faced with the fat man's question, Yang Ling's eyes were gloomy, and the words came to his mouth and swallowed back, not knowing what kind of language to use to answer the fat man.

Yang Ling knows the relationship between the fat man and Luo Ziqiang, although he is not a brother, but he is better than a brother, from Wusongkou to Yunzaobang, if it weren't for Luo Ziqiang to take care of the fat man, the fat man would have died no longer knowing how many times.

Several people didn't speak, it was very quiet and dull, the fat man Tian San looked at the end of the dirt road, and then looked at the silent few people, although he was extremely unwilling to admit the fact that Luo Ziqiang was killed, but sometimes the truth is so cruel.

Luo Ziqiang was injured to save the fat man, and fought with people for the fat man, although the two people have different surnames, but they have always treated the fat man as his own brother, and now that Luo Ziqiang is gone, the fat man feels that his sky has fallen.

The fat man cried again, crying without a trace, tears were left on his face full of mud, drawing traces of Taoism, he convulsed, crying like a girl, pear blossoms with rain, from now on there will be no one to help him, take care of him, he will not have enough to eat again......

The old smoking gun was the most unbearable thing to cry in front of him, because when others cried, he couldn't help but think of the dead brother, and he also felt so uncomfortable that he wanted to cry, so he stretched out his leg and kicked the weeping fat man.

"Fatty, look at your cowardice, what a big man looks like when he cries!"

The old smoking gun was scolding, and the fat man felt more aggrieved, and his cry was even louder.

The fat man's cry disturbed the old smoking gun, and he roared at the fat man mercilessly: "Damn, what's the use of crying!" You can't be resurrected from the dead! Have the ability to go to the devil for revenge! Kill the devil! ”

The psychology of the old smoking gun is very depressing, so many people have died, and he can't find an outlet, and when he sees the fat man crying, he suddenly gets angry.

The fat man stretched out his sleeves and wiped his tears, he felt that the old smoking gun was right, he was wronged before, he was looking for his big brother Luo to support him, but now that Luo Ziqiang is dead, he has to avenge him.

The fat man grabbed the broken gun full of mud, squeezed away the remnants, and walked towards the battlefield where the guns were fierce, he wanted revenge for Luo Ziqiang.

"Fatty, what are you doing?!" The old smoker saw that the fat man stopped crying, grabbed the gun and walked towards the battlefield, and asked.

The fat man replied without looking back: "Revenge!" Categorical and unstoppable.

"You're going to die!" The old smoker looked at the fat man, and suddenly regretted that he shouldn't have provoked the fat man.

Yang Ling stretched out his hand and dragged the fat man back, there were enough dead people, and there were fewer and fewer familiar people, he couldn't let the fat man die.

"Don't stop me, I'm going to avenge Brother Luo!" The fat man struggled, roaring, his eyes red.

Yang Ling kicked the fat man over in the muddy water, "Are you worthy of the dead Luo Ziqiang to send him to death like this?!" Do you know why he asked me to let you stay behind and not participate in the counterattack? He doesn't want you dead! He wants you to live! ”

Yang Ling's voice was very loud, deafening, and the fat man finally knew why he was able to stay and not participate in the counteroffensive position, because Luo Zi forced intercession, and in the end he was left behind with inconvenience, escaped and lived.

Seeing that the fat man understood, Yang Ling's tone also softened: "A gentleman takes revenge, ten years is not too late, live well, only by living well can you avenge the dead, and the sacrifice in vain is meaningless!"

Now the fat man has injuries on his body, if he rushes up recklessly and fights with the devil, there is no doubt that he will be shot before he gets close to the devil, and he will not be able to take revenge, he will only die in vain and become a cold corpse.

"Let's keep walking." After a long time, Yang Ling glanced at the fat man sitting in the muddy water, and then continued to retreat with the remnants of the soldiers, retreating to rest, they fought for a few days, and urgently needed to rest and replenish physical food.

The old smoker sighed and shook his head helplessly, this new hatred and old hatred can't be repaid for several lifetimes, and I don't know when it will be a head.

The fat man struggled to get up from the muddy water, looked at the distant position with the rumbling of cannons, and then turned his head to chase Yang Ling and them.

He calmed down, he felt that Yang Ling was right, it was not too late for a gentleman to take revenge for ten years, as long as he lived, his injuries were healed, and he lived well, he could better kill devils, avenge the dead Luo Ziqiang, and avenge the countless brothers who died, his gaze became firm and mature.