Special Years

In TV dramas and movies, the second brother burns yellow paper to worship Guan and slaps his chest saying that he does not want to be born on the same day in the same year, but wants to die on the same day in the same year. The rhetoric and plot are everywhere.

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But how easy is it to say a word, when it really comes to an emergency, how many brothers can stand by your side and face death together?

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Maybe they can run faster than a rabbit!

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But "comrade-in-arms" is a very strange name. Maybe after you are discharged from the army, everyone will be busy and will gradually forget each other.

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But no matter how long it takes, as long as the other party appears in front of you and calls out to you as a comrade-in-arms, you turn your head back suddenly, and suddenly an emotion that you can't suppress floods your heart, which will always bring tears to your eyes.

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Comrades-in-arms, can really block bullets for each other...

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"Lie down!"

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In the blink of an eye, Luo Xing made a choice for himself.

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There are no hard choices.

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Because there is no time to think about whether it is difficult or not.

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To say that Luo Xing had too many things in his mind would be bragging.

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If you throw it out and blow up your comrades, don't throw it!

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Luo Xing made a very simple move.

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A subconscious action.

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An action that couldn't be simpler.

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But in this simplest action, it contains the most precious things of time-responsibility, affection, bravery, responsibility, fearlessness...

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No matter how gorgeous and exaggerated the rhetoric was, it paled in front of this action.

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Luo Xing bent down, grabbed the grenade on the ground like lightning, and hugged it to his chest. He didn't run, he didn't lie down to avoid it, but with a swish, he squatted down!

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He squatted on the minefield holding the weighted grenade.

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Just like holding a baby, holding the weighted grenade loaded with 60 grams of TNT, the grenade that can blow up the tracks of a light tank.

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No hesitation, no need to hesitate, everything is a natural reaction.

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Courage and love for comrades-in-arms have long been infused into the blood and into the bone marrow.

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Luo Xing gritted his teeth and closed his eyes abruptly, preparing to take the final blow in his life.

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The deminers scattered around have already formed a conditioned reflex. When someone shouted "Lie down", they all fell down subconsciously in less than two seconds...

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Sitting solemnly in the shade of a tree in the distance, drinking water leisurely.

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The "lying down" that shook the valley made him jump up from the ground in shock.

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"problem occurs!"

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A terrifying thought flashed through my mind.

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A sniper's eyes are the sharpest and can see the difference.

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In the entire minefield, everyone lay on the ground.

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Only Luo Xing is not.

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"Boss!"

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He subconsciously called out Luo Xing's nickname.

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"Luoxing!" Lian Yue also found out, tearing his throat and calling out the name of his first squad leader.

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Lian Yue has participated in mine clearance twice.

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He could see at a glance what Luo Xing was going to do.

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But he also knew that Luo Xing had no choice.

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This is the hardest choice, but also the easiest choice.

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Did you die, or did your comrade die?

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This is an AB multiple choice question.

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All the soldiers outside the minefield reacted.

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"Boss!"

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"Squad leader!"

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"Roxing!"

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In an instant, the shout resounded throughout the valley.

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Luo Xing kept his eyes closed, his mind was clear, and the images floating by were his family members and comrades-in-arms.

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"Juanzi, I'm sorry..."

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His body was working so hard that it was shaking slightly.

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Do you dare to laugh at this trembling?

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No!

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No one in the world can--no one is qualified to say a word to Luo Xing's trembling, no, it's half a word of gossip.

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A person who dares to squat down with a Type 67 weighted grenade and use his body as a human riot shield is indomitable!

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After the shouting, the entire valley seemed to be stagnant in time and space.

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Everything stopped.

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The people outside the field stood, staring at the minefield.

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The people in the field were lying on their stomachs and didn't know what was going on.

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A few seconds passed.

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Zhuang Yan suddenly remembered something.

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"Withdraw! Quickly withdraw!"

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The grenade didn't explode!

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The soldiers on the minefield raised their heads one after another.

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"Run! I'm a muddy horse! Run! Get out! The grenade didn't explode!"

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Everyone woke up like a dream, and they all stood up and evacuated outside the arena.

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Zhuang Yan shouted again: "Boss threw a grenade! They withdrew!"

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Luo Xing gritted his teeth, tears oozing from the corners of his eyes, and he felt the pain in his hands holding the grenade.

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Zhuang Yan rushed towards the minefield like an arrow.

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"Boss, throw the grenade! Throw it!"

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Luo Xing finally raised his head and saw the solemn flying towards him from a distance.

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not dead?

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Why am I not dead?

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He glanced to the left and right, and there was no one left, and he was the only one left in the empty minefield.

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Almost without any consideration, the desire to survive was suddenly raging!

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I can't die!

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Can't die!

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I'm getting married too!

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I want to be a father too!

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He took out the grenade that had not yet exploded from his chest and threw it hard.

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The grenade fell down the **** and hit the stone with a bang.

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"Get down solemnly!"

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After Luo Xing finished speaking, he folded his head and lay down.

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Like a solemn rabbit, he jumped into a ditch full of deminers standing next to him to observe the minefield.

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Boom—

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From the bottom of the mountain, a cloud of gray-white smoke filled with **** and dirt.

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Then a puff of black smoke rose.

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The shrapnel slashed through the air, and solemnly could hear the shrill sound of the shrapnel hitting the tree trunk...

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Luo Xing withdrew from the minefield, rushed up solemnly, hugged him, and almost didn't cry.

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"I fuck—"

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He first cursed with a foul language.

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Then he hugged Luo Xing.

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"Boss, you are still alive! You are still alive!"

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Luo Xing burst into tears, grabbed the camouflage uniform behind Zhuang Yan, and kept muttering to himself, "It's good to live, it's really good..."

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That day, Sergeant Luo Xing accomplished an amazing feat.

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From that day on, the team's instructors stopped criticizing Sergeant Luo Xing, saying that he was loyal, and that he was nicknamed "the boss" because of his gangsterism~www.novelmt.com~ Luo Xing is the "boss", this is the point , even the instructors acquiesced.

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What is a boss?

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The boss of a class, that is, when everyone in your class is in danger, the boss dares to be the first to stand up, I will come!

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Luo Xing proved himself with his actions. That squat, he squatted out of his unshakable "boss" status in the minesweeping team, and even in the entire minesweeping team.

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No one knew why the smoking Type 67 grenade didn't explode.

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In this case, the probability of blowing up is at least 90%.

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But it just didn't blow up.

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Lian Yue once tried to find the reason, but the grenade was blown away and he couldn't find it.

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In the end, he gave up.

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As for why the grenade didn't explode, everyone later admitted the same statement - if a person has enough courage, death will be discouraged.

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This is the plot I changed two days ago. Luo Xing was going to die, but you strongly demanded that he not die, and I really couldn't bear to write him to death. Forget it, let's let you win a game for now...

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People have compassion.

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Okay, this chapter is over, you can hit me...

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