Games are a subject matter that I have always insisted on, and I started writing because of my love for them. That’s why I created Big Thief and this book Monster Chat Group.
The protagonist is a veteran.
Why the protagonist is a veteran should have some personal factors in it.
I have wanted to join the army since I was a child, but unfortunately I have poor eyesight. In the end, like my peers, I have nothing to do with the military.
My grandfather was a veteran of the Kangmei Dynasty. I don’t know whether he fought bravely on the battlefield or whether he was holding his head and shaking. Anyway, he was deafened by a shell. One was completely deafened, and the other was completely deafened. You can only hear it if you lie down next to his ear and shout loudly.
People said you can't fight like this and go home.
Then he followed the car back home and continued farming. In addition to farming, he could also tie hemp rope.
Then the famine began.
We can’t understand how horrific the famine was in that era. My eldest aunt died of starvation, my grandfather’s brother’s family all starved to death, and there were probably some relatives who died of starvation, which I don’t know much about.
My grandfather relied on his craftsmanship to support his family, and no one died.
When they were fighting, he was also pulled up because he didn't seem to be at peace with the hemp rope.
But he couldn't hear anything. After a few tossings, the people found it boring and let him go home.
He was afraid, so he ran away from his hometown to the place where he later settled. He farmed and weaved hemp rope. He gave birth to five daughters and no sons. The five daughters gave him seven grandchildren, all of whom had the name " The word "military" was added.
Mine is no exception.
Around the 1990s, a village cadre came to him and said he could collect money, so he happily led the cow back to his hometown. It seemed like he had walked back for a few days.
In this way, he would go back once a year and receive thousands of dollars a year.
In fact, it is already a lot, and his family status has also been greatly improved.
He had a gun. I remember that there were often thieves at that time, very arrogant ones. Some even dug holes in the wall to steal food and livestock. My grandpa would fire a gun every night when night fell, and their whole village would be attacked. No thieves visit.
Later, I don’t know where the gun went. It might have been thrown away, it might have been collected by a junior, or it might have been given to a village cadre.
I don’t have much impression of my grandpa. The only thing I know is that he drank a lot and could catch snakes with his bare hands.
I never chatted with him because it was too tiring to talk to him and he couldn't hear what I said.
The year before last, he passed away. He was over ninety years old. I felt very sad and even asked for leave to attend the funeral. There should be a leave note in the last book.
His life was so ordinary that almost no one knew what he had done.
Old soldiers never die, they just wither.
There may be many people talking about the treatment of veterans. I don’t know whether this kind of treatment is common or an exception. I don’t know whether it was enjoyed in the 1950s, or whether it was only implemented in the 1990s or even the 21st century. Put it on TV.
This year, my grandpa’s great-grandson, my eldest cousin’s son, retired from the army.
It is said that he is the kind who stands guard for the palm of his hand. I asked my eldest cousin what he planned to do after he retired from the army. My eldest cousin said that this kid wanted to continue to be a soldier and even wanted to be a special force. Not long ago, I came from the place where my eldest cousin worked. When I passed by and asked, I was told that I had retired and was now working as a security guard.
The chapters a few days ago were criticized very badly. I actually don’t want to explain anything. Everyone has their own worldview.
However, judging from the past dynasties, soldiers can draw their swords during war, but basically have to lie dormant after peace. It is unrealistic to fight against the law for a few soldiers who have retreated.
As for the treatment of Su Mo Laomao and others, maybe it will be fifty years after the war that Mr. Su will be able to live in a special ward with subsidies and become domineering.
This book of mine is still a game, the kind that is divorced from reality, so you don’t have to worry about how toxic it is.
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