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　　　　 game is the theme I have always insisted on. Because I love it, I started writing. That’s why there was a big thief and this monster chat group.

　　The protagonist is a veteran.

　　 Why write that the protagonist is a veteran, there should be some personal factors in it.

　　 I wanted to join the army when I was a child, but my eyesight was not good, so I had no relation to the army like my peers.

My grandfather was a veteran from the Kang Meiyuan Dynasty. I don’t know if he fought bravely on the battlefield, or trembling with his head. Anyway, he was deafened by a cannonball. One was completely deaf, the other He can only be heard when he yells on his ears.

　　 People say you can't fight like this, go home.

　　 Then he followed the car back home and continued farming. In addition to farming, he would also hit hemp rope.

　　 Then there was a famine.

　　 We can’t understand how terrifying the famine of that era was. My aunt was starved to death, my grandfather’s brother’s family starved to death, and there are probably some relatives who starved to death. I don’t know much about it.

　　My grandfather supported a family by craftsmanship, and none of them died.

When 　　 was fighting people, he was also pulled up, because playing hemp rope didn't seem to be very peaceful.

　　 But he couldn't hear anything. After tossing a few times, those people felt boring, so they let him go home.

He was afraid, so he ran from his hometown to the place where he later settled, farming and playing hemp rope, and gave birth to five daughters, none of which had a son. The five daughters gave him seven grandchildren, all of which were named A "military" word.

　　 Mine is no exception.

　　 Around the 1990s, a village cadre found him and said that he could go and get the money. He happily took the cow back to his hometown, and walked back for about a few days.

　　 In this way, he would go back once a year and receive several thousand dollars a year.

　　 is actually very much, and his family status has also been greatly improved.

He had a soil gun. I remember that he used to make thief, the arrogant kind, and some even dug a hole in the wall to grab food and livestock. My grandfather shot a gun every day when night fell. They were all over the village. No thieves patronize.

　　 Later, I didn’t know where the soil gun went. It might be thrown away, it might be collected by a younger generation, or it might be given to the village officials.

　　 I don't have much impression of Grandpa, the only thing I know is that he is good at drinking and can catch snakes with bare hands.

　　 I have never chatted with him, because chatting with him is so tired that he can't hear me.

　　 The year before last, he passed away. He was in his nineties. I felt very sad. I even took leave of absence to go back to the funeral. There should be a leave slip in the book.

　　 His life is so ordinary, almost no one knows what he has done.

　　 The veteran does not die, but withers.

There may be many people who say what kind of treatment is for veterans. I don’t know whether this treatment is common or an isolated case. I don’t know whether it was enjoyed in the 1950s, or it was not done until the 1990s or even in the 21st century. Put it on the TV.

　　 This year, my grandfather’s great-grandson, the son of my eldest cousin’s family, was discharged from the army.

It is said that he is the kind who stands guard on the palm of his hand. I asked my eldest cousin what he was going to do after he was discharged. The eldest cousin said that this child wanted to continue to be a soldier and also wanted to be a special soldier. I passed by and asked, saying that I had retired, and now I went to work as a security guard.

　　 The chapters in the previous few days were sprayed badly. I actually don't want to explain anything. Everyone has their own worldview.

　　 But judging from the past dynasties, soldiers can brighten their swords during war, and basically dormant after peace. It is very unrealistic to fight the law for a few retreating soldiers.

　　 As for the treatment of Su Mo Lao Mao and others, maybe it won’t be until 50 years after the war that Master Su is living in a special ward with allowance and domineering.

　　My book is still a game, the kind of drunkenness away from reality, so don't worry about how poisonous it is.

　　 Still the same sentence, please support if you like white water rafting, please leave if you really can’t stand it. Starting with tens of millions of novels, you can always find what you like, and you don’t need to leave comments that affect the author’s mood.