In front of the open space of the red side's headquarters, Qian Cheng and the other two men were like wild beasts and started fighting with the special forces of the Falcon Brigade.
They were knocked to the ground again and again, and got up again and again. They used their fists, their legs, their mouths, and every part of their body to attack.
Their bodies were stained with dots of blood, and the beaten flesh on their faces was rolled and bloody, but they seemed not to know what pain was. They would get up and fight again as long as they survived. Like war beasts who never know how tired they are.
The madness is outrageous, the persistence is frightening.
Qian Yuanzheng stood in front of the clearing with his hands behind his back and looked at his son. He saw his son covered in blood while cursing and getting up to continue fighting. His face was moved, perhaps because of his son's first real meaning.
The emotion on it.
"Kill, hahahaha..." Qian Cheng spit out a mouthful of blood and grinned wildly: "I don't accept it, I just don't accept it, hahahaha... Come on, come on, as long as I still have breath, even with my fingernails
Even if I dig, I have to take out a piece of your flesh, hahahaha..."
With a "pop" sound, a heavy kick hit Qian Cheng's face.
After being hit, Qian Cheng spat out a mouthful of blood again and fell heavily to the ground. However, he managed to get up after falling to the ground. Half of his cheeks were bloody and swollen, and a bloody mouth opened at the corner of his mouth, dripping.
A mixture of blood and saliva flowed outward.
"Hahaha……"
Still laughing wildly, still unyielding and unable to attack.
In front of the special forces, he was as fragile as a sapling in a storm. He had no chance of a fair fight and could only be beaten. But he was able to stand up again and again and use himself to express himself after being suppressed for decades.
man standing up with spine.
There is no winning or losing, only life and death.
Deng Xiaoman and Yang Ganglie were not much better. Deng Xiaoman's eyelids were cracked, his eyes were swollen, and blood was dripping down. He could only try to open his eyes, which were narrowed into slits, and repeated them over and over again.
He threw himself forward and was knocked to the ground over and over again.
Yang Ganglie's left arm was dislocated. He tightly hugged the body of the special forces soldier in front of him with his right arm. His face was dripping with blood. He had long forgotten to bite with his mouth, only knowing how to bite tightly.
Hug him tightly, as if by hugging this person he would be able to win, and he would be able to proclaim his victory.
"That's enough!" Qian Yuanzheng said in a loud voice.
Following the sound, all the special forces stopped moving and stood at attention. Qian Cheng and the other three continued to use their remaining consciousness to attack the special forces, but now they no longer had half the strength, and the fists hitting the special forces were weak, more like
Tickle the other person.
Also arriving at the scene were Deng Xiaoman's father and Yang Ganglie's father. They stared at their son covered in blood with complicated expressions. For the first time, they felt the unyielding will pouring out of his son's body. Perhaps this was the first time they understood themselves.
Son, on this occasion, in this place, in this situation.
"Qian Cheng!" Qian Yuanzheng shouted at his son.
Drowsily, Qian Cheng heard his father's voice. He stopped his unnecessary attacks, slowly turned around and stared at Qian Yuanzheng, and straightened his body unsteadily.
"You can do whatever you want from now on," Qian Yuanzheng stared at Qian Cheng and said solemnly: "You are very good, my son is very good, very good, you are my pride!"
Qian Cheng seemed to be stunned by this sentence and was stunned for a long time. In his memory, his father had never shown a good face to him, never approved of anything he did, let alone praised him, but now he said that he
Very good, I am proud...
"Am I your pride?" Qian Cheng asked unclearly.
"Yes!" Qian Yuanzheng nodded vigorously.
After receiving the affirmation, Qian Cheng burst out laughing, his knees softened, and he knelt on the ground with a thud, holding his hands on the ground as he was overwhelmed.
Qian Yuanzheng stepped forward to help him up, stretched out his hand to wipe the blood from his face, and said with unprecedented kindness and doting: "Son, go home, dad will buy you a drink!"
Qian Cheng shook his head vigorously, raised his face and said, "I don't drink. I want you to take me to the amusement park."
"good!"
Upon hearing this good word, Qian Cheng's consciousness fell into confusion, his head tilted and he fell on his father's broad chest. Tears flowed from the corners of his eyes, and a smile bloomed on his face, like a child's.
Deng Xiaoman had already fainted, and his father looked anxious. He refused to allow the guards around him to come to help, and just picked up his son and walked back.
Yang Ganglie, with one arm hanging down, knelt on the ground and stared at his father, with a sarcastic smile on his face: "Why are you here? I have nothing to do with you anymore."
Yang Ganglie's father, who was already a high-ranking provincial and ministerial official, made a move that surprised everyone: he knelt on the ground facing his son.
"I will never scold you or hit you again."
"Get out!" Yang Ganglie shouted loudly: "I don't need it!"
Yang Ganglie's father showed an expression of self-blame on his face. He took a deep breath and said: "Son..."
"Am I your son?" Yang Ganglie shouted again with red eyes: "It doesn't matter if you beat me or scold me. I can forgive you because you are my father. But what I can't forgive is your treatment of my mother.
What you did! If you can apologize in front of my mother's grave, you are still my father; if you can't... I'm sorry, we have nothing to do with each other, hahahaha..."
Yang Ganglie's father sighed deeply and stood up from the ground, turned around and walked away: "Although you will never understand the problem between me and your mother, but... I am willing to apologize."
Staring at his father's back, Yang Ganglie cried, laughed, cried, fell heavily to the ground, and fell into a deep sleep.
In the distance, Yan Fenghuo, holding Tangtang in his arms, watched everything that happened, with a happy smile on his face. He never expected that things would develop to this point, even though the subsequent scene was planned by him.
"Yan Fenghuo, where are you going to run?" Tangtang asked.
"Run? I won't run anywhere." Yan Fenghuo said with a smile: "From now on, I will live by my wife, but you'd better give me a little more time."
"Okay, I'll give it to you." Tangtang nodded.
"Good boy, hehe." Yan Fenghuo kissed Tangtang hard, looked at the three pairs of father and son, and said with emotion: "Fathers don't have eternal hatred, haha, look at how nice they are."
Tangtang didn't speak. She clearly felt the sense of loss in Yan Fenghuo's words. She knew Yan Fenghuo's state of mind at this time and knew that Yan Fenghuo had no chance to hate his biological father.
"Fenghuo..." Tangtang turned around and hugged Yan Fenghuo's waist, buried her head in his broad chest and said, "If...if...how about we go home?"
Yan Fenghuo smiled and shook his head: "No, I still have something to do, something very important."
"Take me with you!" Tangtang hugged Yan Fenghuo tightly, as if if she let go, the man would fly away again.
"Tangtang," Yan Fenghuo held Tangtang's cheek and said, "give me a little more time, there are a lot of things I'm not ready for, can you?"
If you have to ask who knows Yan Fenghuo best in the world, then this person must be Tangtang. The two have been together since they were five years old. Every movement and even expression of Yan Fenghuo has been touched by Tangtang.
Clearly. Because there is no reservation between the two of them. You know my thoughts, and I will know yours.
So Tangtang knows very well what kind of person Yan Fenghuo is. If he says he is not ready, then he is not ready. This man of his has independent thinking ability that is difficult for ordinary people to achieve. When he gets serious, no one can
Change his mind.
"Then I'll wait for you at the Blood Fox Brigade." Tangtang said obediently.
"Blood Fox Brigade..." Yan Fenghuo sighed softly. He didn't know if he could return to the Blood Fox Brigade, or how long he would have to escape.
He knows that he is escaping, and he keeps doing all kinds of crazy things to escape. But escaping is just escaping after all. What should he do when he can't escape?
Yan Fenghuo has never thought about it, nor is he willing to think about it. Although the life he is living now is not what he wants, it is simply impossible for him to return to the Blood Fox Brigade now. Because he is not prepared, and he cannot face the situation without being prepared.
Yes, there is no need to stay any longer.
"Okay, you can wait for me at the Blood Fox Brigade." Yan Fenghuo said with a smile: "It's true, you girl, you didn't work hard and you went to the army. If you go to the army, you just go to the army, and you actually got mixed up.
Lieutenant. My wife, you have only been in the army for a few days. I have been in the army for five or six years and I am still a small private. We are not a good match, hehe."
It was beyond Yan Fenghuo's expectation that Tangtang could become a soldier, but it was also reasonable. This girl had a temper that she had been accustomed to since she was a child. As long as she wanted to, she would do anything to achieve it. Being able to serve as a soldier would be pursued all over the world.
It wouldn't be strange if Yan Fenghuo followed him, but it would be strange if he didn't chase him.
"Who said it's not a good match?" Tangtang wrinkled her nose, glanced around, put her arms around Yan Fenghuo's neck and kissed her deeply passionately.
There were many people around, and many of them saw with their own eyes a female lieutenant officer taking the initiative to kiss the little private. They were simply envious of others.
"Well..." Yan Fenghuo, who was kissed, avoided the passionate kiss and whispered: "Be careful of the impact, there are so many pairs of eyes watching."
"Are you still afraid of being embarrassed?" Tangtang looked surprised.
"Hehe..." Yan Fenghuo smiled and said: "I'm afraid that you will be embarrassed. If you are not afraid, you will have to make a child in front of so many people. I can do it, but can you? Hahaha..."
"Rogue! Pervert!" Tangtang cursed with a red face.
"Tangtang!" Yan Fenghuo suddenly looked serious, his expression full of solemnity and seriousness.
"What's wrong?" Tangtang asked.
Yan Fenghuo said solemnly: "Did you bring any **** this time? Give me a few!"
"No!!!"
"That's not easy. Where is your dormitory? I'll take a few pictures there. Not to mention, you look a lot like a military uniform. If you're really embarrassed to take pictures, take a few pictures.
***** can also be used, such as military uniform lace panties, I like it, quack quack..."
"roll!!!"
"If I go to your dormitory, will you take a picture?"
"My dormitory is twenty kilometers away from here. I'll take pictures as soon as I get there."