Awakening With An Expert Identification Skill

　　　　 "Mother Wu."

　　 Lin Fan walked over and called the dean. Everyone called Ma Wu, and looked after all the children like a mother.

Wu Ma patted Lin Fan on the shoulder, smiled comfortedly, and said, "I'm grown up! It's great! Your Grandpa Qin fell and fell into a coma yesterday. Maybe he's getting older and woke up a bit demented. Then suddenly he said that he hadn't seen you for a long time and that he wanted to see you. Today is the day he went to pay homage to his comrades in the past. You will take him there. You have been there before. Try to keep him happy, which is helpful to his condition. "

　　 "Okay, I will take care of Grandpa Qin." Lin Fan nodded heavily, and when he was young, he followed Uncle Qin to the Martyrs Cemetery in Wind City.

　　 "That's OK, I'll go busy first."

　　 Watching Ma Wu leave, Lin Fan cautiously squatted by the wheelchair, grabbed Uncle Qin’s dry hand, and whispered, "Grandpa Qin, Xiao Fan is coming to see you."

Uncle Qin’s unfocused eyes heard these words, as if there was light, slowly condensing on Lin Fan’s face, a smile appeared on the old face like dry bark, and the voice was a bit dry and hoarse. , But still so kind, "Xiao Fan is here!"

　　 "Grow up! Become a handsome guy."

　　 "Uncle Qin is dying today. I remember that I haven't seen you for a long time, so I just want to see you, aren't you busy?"

　　 Lin Fan said quickly: "Grandpa Qin, don't talk nonsense, you will definitely live a long life."

　　 "Hahahaha~~"

Uncle Qin suddenly laughed, "You kid, you are cursing me again. I told you that I am a strong man. I have lived for more than two hundred years this year, and I am still a hundred years old, and the strong have a foreboding that they will When did you die?"

　　 "Grandpa Qin, stop making trouble, okay?" Lin Fan was still a little sad just now, but now it's all gone, a little bit dumbfounded.

When I was a child, I often heard Uncle Qin tell many stories on the battlefield. He said that he was a very powerful awakener. He led his comrades on the battlefield to kill foreign races. How could a person be a guard in the orphanage, and this has been more than ten years.

Of course it’s not all stories, because Uncle Qin was a soldier when he was young, and naturally he has been on the battlefield. It’s just that the stories that may be told are other people’s stories. As his own, Lin Fan never exposed him, after all. The old man still has a good face.

　　 "Okay, no more trouble."

Uncle Qin grinned and saw what was lying under Lin Fan's feet. His eyes suddenly lit up, "You kid, remember that I like to eat these, yes, you have a good conscience. When you were a kid, you robbed food and drinks every time. Light, you can only drink alcohol."

　　 "Hey hey~" Lin Fan scratched his head a little embarrassedly. When he was a child, he was hungry and wanted to eat.

　　 Only those who have been really hungry know the happiness of having a full stomach every time. Basically, they will no longer be hungry anymore, but he still eats every meal on time, filling his stomach is instinctive.

　　 When setting off to the Fengcheng Martyrs Cemetery.

　　 Uncle Qin suddenly asked Lin Fan to drag a long box out under the bed and let it be carried.

　　 An old wooden box, covered with dust, hasn't taken it out for a long time, still has a lock, and it's quite heavy, but fortunately, Lin Fan is already very strong now, so it is easy to carry it.

　　 Lin Fan brought wooden boxes, wine and vegetables, and four more bowls. He pushed Uncle Qin, one old and one young, talking and laughing, and got on the bus and set off towards the Martyrs Cemetery in the center of Fengcheng City.

　　 Lin Fan talked a lot about his own life and lived a good life. He also talked about the recent killing of monsters and aliens. Uncle Qin's eyes were shining, and he yelled, "These dog things are damned."

　　 Uncle Qin kept talking about Lin Fan’s childhood. Lin Fan had forgotten many things, but Uncle Qin remembered it very clearly, and Lin Fan cherished him for a while.

　　 Uncle Qin's spirit is so good, which makes Lin Fan very happy.

When he arrived at the Martyrs Cemetery, he entered, Lin Fan vaguely remembered the direction he had been in when he was a child, and walked toward the depths, passing rows of stone steles, some of which were newly added, and some of them looked old. These are the heroes of Windy City, they Most of them died on the battlefield against foreign races, and many people did not even bring back a single bone.

　　 Even in such a small place as Windy City, the stone monument can't be seen at a glance.

　　 The originally energetic Uncle Qin became very quiet, and Lin Fan was also silent. When he was a child, he didn't know much about this world or the humans in this world, so he didn't feel much.

　　 But now, my mood is very complicated.

On this earth, in the center of every city, there is a cemetery of martyrs. This represents the highest respect for the dead heroes of mankind. It also means that a large number of humans have died in battle on the frontline battlefields of foreign races everywhere. In order to stop the invasion of alien races, and for the homeland behind them, they used blood and bodies to block the progress of alien races, creating a relatively peaceful human pure land.

　　 This is why every child in this world is proud to be an awakened!

　　 Don’t the parents of every child know what to face after becoming an awakened one?

　　 They want to go to the battlefield, they want to fight to the death with the foreign race, who doesn't want their children to live a happy life in peace and happiness.

　　 Only when there is the earth can there be a home, and only with the contributions of these heroes can we have the current human world.

When 　　 reached the end, Lin Fan stopped at the deepest part of the Martyrs Cemetery, and stopped in front of a huge stone tablet with densely engraved names.

　　 Uncle Qin suddenly struggled to get up from the wheelchair, Lin Fan hurriedly went to help, but was pushed aside by Uncle Qin.

　　 The body is trembling, but it is so firm.

　　 walked to the huge stone monument and looked at the familiar names. Uncle Qin's already dim eyes had a trace of remembrance and sadness, and he kept chanting something in his mouth.

　　 Lin Fan, who was beside him, heard clearly, that they were nicknames, not like the big names on the stone tablet, but familiar names, the names of brothers.

　　 "Xiao Fan, take out all the wine, I want to have a drink with my brothers." Uncle Qin said suddenly~www.novelmt.com~Okay! "

　　 Lin Fan opened a box of wine and took out four bowls at the same time. Three of them were placed in front of the stele, one in Uncle Qin's hand.

Uncle Qin took the wine, sat on the ground, filled three bowls and filled his own bowl. The first bowl was sprinkled around the stone tablet, and he said loudly: "Brothers, Brother Qin comes to see you again. Now, I have brought you wine. I have been waiting for this day for a long time, and we can meet again...Come on, this first bowl of wine to everyone!"

　　 Lin Fan heard this and wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything and listened silently.

　　 "I drank this second bowl of wine!"

　　 Gulu Gulu~~

　　 "I still drink this third bowl of wine, hahaha~"

　　 Lin Fan quickly put peanuts and side dishes, can't drink like this!

　　 "Come on, Xiao Fan, you also come to respect everyone."

　　 "Okay!"

　　 I was old and young, sitting in front of the stele, drinking wine.

　　 At this moment, the heroic sentiment of the veteran shown on Uncle Qin's body made Lin Fan feel infected, and his mood was also surging.

　　 That's it. While drinking, Uncle Qin was still admiring his brothers at the same time, and a box of wine quickly bottomed out.

　　 Lin Fan is a little bit up!

　　 He has a good drinker, but he can't stand it. Fortunately, he is now half-step second-class, his physique has doubled, otherwise he would have fallen a long time ago.

　　 Drunk and indistinctly, he saw Uncle Qin suddenly get up, walked tremblingly to the box he had brought, and unlocked the lock.

Lin Fan also got up and walked over. He was shocked by the eye. Inside was a standard machete, neatly stacked military uniforms, and a small iron box. When you opened it, one by one with a stale atmosphere. Medal of honor.