When the war is raging, the beauty is too late. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Murong Yan was about to arrive at the battlefield, and this situation caught Yang Guan off guard, and his heart was messy.

Thinking of the scene when she was rescued by her when she first came to the battlefield to take revenge, and then killed the enemy side by side, the mood was confused.

What to do? What should she say when she comes, saying that she already has a beloved wife and is still pregnant, is it appropriate to reject her because she has a family and a room?

The war is raging, and she will be overwhelmed by the artillery fire of the little devil at any time, and she came to prove at this time that her heart is longing and her love is deep-rooted.

Hey, it's really troublesome, how should I face her?

I can't bear to hurt her heart, and if I don't refuse, I seem to be unkind, that is, I'm sorry for my beloved wife who is thousands of miles away, and I can't face the cuckoo, the trilemma?

Do you want to take it all? Anyway, he is not a domestic Communist Party, not subject to monogamous treaties, and enjoys the blessings of all the beauties?

No, if you let Lan Xin know that there must be no good fruit to eat, she is now in an atmosphere of monogamy, not to mention the twin flesh and blood involvement.

It seems that he must quickly cut off the love thread, break off this first love, and leave a good memory, right?

The battlefield is in full swing, but his heart is in a mess, entangled, and difficult to speak.

Maybe it's just her own wishful thinking, will Murong Yan accept it?

What if she doesn't give up?

If she clings to herself like a cuckoo, these two women can't make a fuss?

In this way, how can our iron-blooded instructor still lead troops to fight? If you don't do it, it will affect the morale of the anti-fighters, and it is absolutely impossible to be crooked at the top and bottom in the middle!

It's hard, it's hard, it's hard, it's really hard!

Just as he was frowning and not knowing what to do, a jeep sped up from the side of the hill on the left wing.

Suddenly looking back, I saw the smoke and mist drifting away with the wind, boiling, like a mood surging and rippling, not peaceful.

It's coming, it's coming, what to do?

The girl is pregnant with spring, the teenager is restless, he is not exempt from vulgarity, he is in adolescence, the most sensitive age stage.

What's more, he has pierced the layer of window paper, and he misses the feeling of the clouds and rain of Wushan very much, and at the same time he is impatient, but he is disturbed by the war and it is difficult to enjoy the human relationship to the fullest.

Yang Guan was surrounded by cuckoos every day, which was a kind of trouble in itself, but he was limited to the battlefield and had to suppress the evil fire.

If he stayed in the quiet area, he didn't know if he could resist the temptation.

At this moment, Yang Guan stood on the top of the mountain, looking at the upcoming jeep, and his heart was very uncomfortable, like a hodgepodge, messy.

Restless, he visually stopped at the foot of the mountain all the way and jumped off two people, a man and a woman.

The man is strong, no, no, why is his right arm gone?

The sleeves flutter in the wind, but what about the arms?

Damn, Tian Dazhuang, Tian Dazhuang, you are so responsible for the safety of the Northern Advance Team, why are you so self-loving?

Yang Guan clenched his fists, and a sadness permeated his body and mind, both hatred and pity, distress and blame, and inadvertently shed two lines of tears.

The external advance team members report good news but not bad news, shed blood and tears and carry their own burden, unless they seek tactical tactics, it is always good news.

And they were burdened with pain, blood and tears, hardship and blood to fight the war, Tian Dazhuang was just a microcosm, insignificant war damage.

Yang Guan also knows something, and he has always hidden it deep in his heart, it is a scar that he does not want to touch, and his heart is like a knife.

Dog-raised little devils, everything is a disaster brought about by you garbage, you all deserve to die!

Full of resentment, he clenched his teeth, only gritting his gums like a heart-piercing pain, and he didn't realize it, hate!

Suddenly, a graceful figure blocked the view, graceful and graceful, climbing over the hillside briskly, with long black hair fluttering in the wind.

Hey, no, it seems that she has made up her mind, wearing a national army uniform, is this determined to follow her?

The return of the brother from a serious injury brought a labor pain, and the beautiful woman had an appointment that made him trance, and he was completely distracted and confused.

The tide of love is like a storm crashing on the shore, wave after wave......

Close, Murong Yan and Tian Dazhuang had climbed to the top of the mountain, less than twenty meters away from each other, close at hand.

And Yang Guan was already sluggish, caught in emotional entanglements, and couldn't extricate himself for a while.

Murong Yan saw the figure that had been missing for countless days and nights from afar, and her heart was very excited, and it was difficult to calm down, did she still have a place in her heart?

No, there must be, his appearance is not bad, he must not be much worse than that Ouyang Lanxin, he can't give up, absolutely not!

Hey, what does that look mean? Not welcome?

Hmph, you don't want to get rid of me, a negative man, a conscienceless, I won't give you to anyone else.

With an unconvinced mood and a feeling of longing, I stepped on the top of the mountain, and my heart beat wildly.

A trace of grievance, a disobedience, a touch of sadness, and a joy gathered in her heart, which made her blur her eyes.

After taking a few steps, Murong Yan could no longer suppress her feelings, and rushed towards her beloved man with open arms in tears of joy.

At this moment, nothing matters, it doesn't matter, just a hug to pour out those countless days and nights of thoughts, the harbor that my heart has longed for for a long time.

She hides thousands of grievances in her heart, countless thoughts, endless love words, and just wants to rely on that broad arm to bend her heart.

However, Yang Guan's emotions converged, his mind was in a trance, and he was at a loss, no longer a thoughtful god of war, but a foolish man who was deeply trapped.

At this moment, his mind can't catch up, and the delicate body of his first love with open arms seems out of place, and the soldiers are watching?

If you don't express your position, does it seem too ruthless and unjust, and you live up to her admiration?

Embracing his first love and being sorry for his lover hindered Du Juan's hostile and resentful eyes, and also seriously affected his image in the minds of the soldiers.

If I don't open my hands to greet her, my heart hurts so much, and I'm sorry for her infatuated and longing eyes.

What to do? What should Lao Tzu do?

At this time, a shell whizzed from the road where the national army was transporting, disturbing all feelings.

Yang Guan's eyes widened with shock, and he shouted eagerly: "Get down ......"

However, he ignored the fact that he was on the battlefield because he lost his mind, and his original vigilant fighting nerve had relaxed, and he was half a beat late to call for help.

I saw the cannonball explode next to Murong Yan's side, and the air wave directly lifted off her delicate body, and she was terrified in the air, but she still maintained her eyes of infinite longing.

"Ahh Yang Guan's mind suddenly returned, desperately running to save the delicate body of his first love, his heart was like a knife, why didn't he rush forward earlier?

Damn, damn it, why, why is this happening?

Tears poured out like a spring, gushing out of self-blame, full of distressed feelings of wanting to die, why is this happening?

The dragon leaped and rushed forward, he caught the fallen Murong Yan with both arms, and both rolled to the ground.

Suddenly looking back, seeing the heart-rending scene, he was angry, he roared: "Check, check for Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu is going to skin him alive, woo woo......"