"You fucking old man, can you not bully the girl!"
A loud voice came from outside the door, Jiang Minghao would never forget it even if he died. It was this voice that said he was not worthy to be Jiang Jianguo's grandson. If he could, he would pick up a knife and stabbed him.
As soon as he entered the door, Long Zhiwen noticed Jiang Minghao’s eyes. It was a vicious killing air. If he hadn’t been fighting on the battlefield for many years, he would have been shocked by this kid. But strangely, this kid was eighteen. Entered the Nancheng Artillery Academy at the age of, only 22 years old this year, where does the killing breath come from? Jiang Jianguo can never let him kill people in order to train him, right? This is illegal.
In fact, Long Zhiwen was right. Jiang Minghao's killing spirit was indeed cultivated by Jiang Jianguo, but it was not killing people, but killing wolves and packs of wolves.
That year, Jiang Minghao, who was just sixteen years old, had long been accustomed to his grandfather’s various training tortures. He even regarded training as part of his life and study. In Inner Mongolia in February, the snow was like a veil that could not be removed. The prairie of Inner Mongolia is covered with no vitality. In this season, this kind of weather, for the creatures on the prairie that have been hungry for a winter, is the beginning of the cruel killing of the upper layers of the food chain of the survival of the fittest against the lower ones.
"Grandpa, what did you bring me here this winter?" Jiang Minghao curled up, shivering with the cold.
"Make you a real man."
"Grandpa, I brought the handle, so you don't have to doubt it."
Jiang Minghao still joked like a fool, but watching Jiang Jianguo's firm eyes looking at the depths of the grassland, he immediately put away the banter. As long as there is no water in his mind, he can see that Jiang Jianguo is certified.
The grandfather and grandson stood in the icy vent and waited until the sun set, and the afterglow of the setting sun pulled their silhouettes long and long. Jiang Minghao couldn't help but sigh: It's so beautiful. He grew up in Dancheng in the Yangtze River Delta. , Where belongs to the plains, where have you ever seen such an endless grassland and the setting sun, the beautiful scenery of the sunset and the sky
Suddenly, Jiang Jianguo's eyes glowed, and what he wanted finally came.
The rumbling of running was getting closer and closer, and the whole grassland under his feet began to tremble slightly.
"Grandpa, what happened?"
Jiang Minghao asked, he felt fear, the kind of death omen seen in novels and movies before the arrival of natural disasters such as earthquakes and volcanic eruptions. But he clearly saw a smile on Jiang Jianguo's face, and a longing in his eyes.
"Ahao, it's a pack of wolves, and it's a huge pack of wolves, there are probably dozens of them, Ahao, are you afraid?"
I'm afraid, of course I'm afraid. There are only two damn people who deal with dozens of super-large wolves. You are not afraid if your head is caught in the door. Even if you have three heads and six arms, you will be swallowed by this group of beasts with amazing biting power. Eat it.
Jiang Minghao didn't speak, but acquiesced in his fear.
"Hehe, I'm afraid it's normal, and grandpa is also scared." Jiang Jianguo's tone was so weak that Jiang Minghao didn't know what he was thinking, and he even wondered if his grandpa was crazy. Instead of running at this time, he laughed instead. come out.
"Grandpa, let's run quickly!"
"Run? Can you run past them? You run ten steps desperately, and they catch up with two flops. When you get tired and can't run, then you can only lie down as their food. "Jiang Jianguo said very solemnly, every word was so sonorous and powerful, as if nails were pierced into his heart.
"Ahao, to run is to die, not to run is to die, do you want to be slaughtered by the wolf, or do you work hard to see if there is a chance to survive?"
Jiang Minghao looked at him blankly, is this grandpa? This is definitely not. How could the grandfather who regarded himself as the treasure in his palm let himself be in danger? He must have left behind. This is just a test of himself, just like the usual training.
Just as he relaxed, Jiang Jianguo seemed to see through his heart and said coldly:
"Aha, this time grandpa is not sure that he can go out alive. If you can't live in blood, then grandpa would rather you and me die here, better than letting my white-haired man send a black-haired man one day in the future. "
Jiang Jianguo’s words were sorrowful. They were grief for the death of his son. He couldn’t let his grandson repeat the same mistakes. As a soldier, he was a soldier for a day and a country for his whole life. He never regretted losing his son and daughter-in-law, let alone. Regret for bringing his son into the army. This is his promise to the motherland and the people as a soldier. This promise will be kept by the Jiang family for generations, so he will also send his only grandson into the army, but It was not for him to die. The moment Jiang Minghao stepped into the army and put on the military uniform, he already had the strong will of the soldier, the iron-blooded fighting spirit, and even the unbelievable murderous spirit.
The army does not lack fierce soldiers, so Jiang Jianguo wants his grandson to learn evil, not only evil, but also poison. That is the evil of the mad dragon and the poison of the cobra. Only in this way can he have a chance to survive. He could survive the rain of bullets, and the other Jiang Jianguo didn't care.
"Take it."
Jiang Jianguo took out two three-sided army thorns and handed them to Jiang Minghao. The dark black metal is not bright. The shining three-sided blood trough seems to be a hungry vampire waiting for a meal. Any part can only be inserted into 8 cm. , Pick it again, and the wound will bleed.
Jiang Minghao firmly held this heavy army thorn in his right hand, and the words "protect home and defend the country" were clearly engraved on the hand. Jiang Minghao knew that the thing in his hand was by no means imitation, it was unique to the special forces. Body combat weapons, grandpa is serious this time.
"Ahao, take up the weapon in your hand and fight with Grandpa. The blood is endless and the battle is endless."
Looking at the wolves getting closer, Jiang Jianguo's expression showed excitement. This is an old soldier's desire to fight, his desire to kill the enemy, and his recognition of his worth.
"Ahao, follow me up and kill..."
When he was 50 meters away from the wolves, Jiang Jianguo swished, and his whole body shot out like an arrow from the string. Jiang Minghao followed him and plunged into the wolves with him.
"Woo..."
In the Tuqiu Mountains in the distance, the Wolf King issued an attack order. In its eyes, these two little humans are just a little snack tonight.
Even in cruel training, it is just superficial kung fu, just forging skin and flesh. Soldiers created by such training machines are nothing but rigid molds. A real soldier wants a fierce light in his eyes. What is needed is the breath of death exuding from the body, which good soldier is there, and which soldier does not have blood on his hands? This is the only and the fastest way for Jiang Minghao to obtain the evil of the dragon and the poison of the snake.
Only by walking out of hell and crawling out of the corpse can a soldier become a real soldier. Only by letting him feel the breath of death can he not fear death. Jiang Minghao’s perspective is in Jiang Jianguo’s eyes. There are hundreds of harms but no benefits, and it may even cost him his life. God is fair. Since a window is opened for you, a door must be closed. Jiang Jianguo is helping him keep the door closed by God. The door was forcibly opened, whether it was the price of blood or the cost of his own life.
With the passage of time, the bodies of both grandparents and grandchildren have been infested by blood donations, and they can’t tell whether it’s their own blood or wolf’s blood. Their physical strength is disappearing a little bit. They are back to back, waving their hands. Army assassination, constantly assassinating the wolves that rushed over.
The corpses of wolves all over the ground are piled up like a mountain, and every wolf that is stabbed will bleed to death in the shortest time, and some even stab them directly, but this does not deter them. The ferocious nature of wolves is exposed at this time. Exhausted, their desperate frenzied bites, desperate thoughts spread in Jiang Minghao's heart a little bit, you can see Jiang Jianguo's crazy appearance, the more bravery the war, the more excited the war, Jiang Minghao's original loose body immediately strengthened.
"Fight, fight, and fight again. Only if you keep fighting can you have the hope of survival." Jiang Minghao reminded himself all the time, his mind was blank, mechanically waving the army stab in his hand, the only thought in his mind was:
"Kill...Kill...Kill...Kill...Kill continue...until you kill all."
The sun has submerged into the horizon, and the night has given better cover to the wolves. The war between man and wolves is still going on. A pair of blue wolf eyes are like ghost fires, wandering around them. For three hours, the wolves have been lost. After a little and a half, the wolf king also began to be restless.
"Woo..."
There was another long howl, and three wolves suddenly rushed towards Jiang Jianguo together. He was exhausted at this time. After all, he was too old to keep up with his physical strength. He watched the three hungry wolves flying in the air. , Jiang Jianguo's right arm thrust straight into the eyes of the wolf on the right, and directly pierced the wolf's head, and his left hand clasped the neck of the wolf on the left, pinching tightly, lifting one foot and kicking the wolf in the middle. .
But it was still a step too late. That foot was lost. The remaining wolf bit the calf of the foot he kicked out. With a drag and drag, Jiang Jianguo was torn to the ground, but his left hand He did not relax at all, and kept squeezing the wolf’s neck. The stab in his right hand was stuck in the wolf’s skull and couldn’t be pulled out for a while. He immediately released his right hand and pinched the back neck of the wolf in the middle. He squeezed the neck of the wolf on the left, freed his hands, and firmly clasped the neck of the wolf who was biting himself.
The other wolves saw a breakthrough here and gathered around one after another. This is the nature of wolves to bully.
"grandfather·······"
Jiang Minghao yelled, kicking the wolf corpse into the thorn, and leaping to Jiang Jianguo's side. From top to bottom, an army of thorns bit the head of Jiang Jianguo's wolf and nailed it firmly. On the ground.
"rub·······"
Jiang Minghao pulled out his army thorn, and took a bloody wolf with his eyes. His eyes are now red and glowing with blood. This is the momentum of killing and the smell of death. The surrounding wolves seem to smell this kind of blood. With the smell of hell, Jiang Minghao moved towards them step by step, but these wolves roared in a low voice and stepped back.