The train was running through the canyon between the two mountains. The atmosphere in the car was a little boring. Passengers were either lazily watching the scenery outside the window or meditating on their own affairs. The air was filled with the smell of perfume and tobacco. From time to time, passengers got up and walked to the train confluence to breathe fresh air. Rodriguez was the commander of the train. He was sitting in his 3 square meter square cabin, quickly recording the time when the train arrived at the station. The fine sweat was oozing out his forehead. He reached out to take out his handkerchief, pulled out his tie and wiped the sweat. He looked up at the thermometer on the wall. It was broken again. The thermometer was displayed at 20 degrees, but he knew that the room temperature was not just this temperature. He stood up and slapped the thermometer with his big hand, turned around and twisted the temperature control switch a little.

Damn, the train is about to arrive at Eren in 40 minutes. It is the border of Western France. When he gets there, he will give the whole train to the damn Frenchman and return to his lovely home, where his beautiful nv and wife are. This train is an international express train from Madrid to Paris. Rodriguez has been running on this line for 15 years and has not even been able to stop the train from running in a battle. But before the train arrives at Eren, he still has it.

The tickets were checked in three cars, and the three cars were all first-class cars. The ones were sitting inside were rich masters or rich wives. They often complained and had a temper with him, the commander. When they thought of Rodriguez's scalp, they felt the same as when he had last flu. He picked up the ticket cutters on the table and walked towards the front of the car, but he recalled the past in his mind. That flu that shocked the world.

Rodriguez's home is in Ayron, a town on the border of Western France, and is close to the Atlantic Ocean. The sunshine and a slightly salty sea breeze are the specialties of this town. Rodriguez, whose ancestors lived here, lived peacefully and happily here, but that year the sun left people's faces and replaced by rapid death. A very harmful flu swept across the European continent with the war. The war was over, and the soldiers who were homeless packed their bags and rushed back home.

Unfortunately, many people are not waiting for the hugs of their relatives and the yellow ribbons that they hope to go home, but the huge crematorium and the crying of their relatives. This kind of violent flu that dies day and night is operating rapidly like an extremely efficient combine harvester. People are helpless in front of it, waiting for the painful torture of death. Even during its rampant year, more people die of this disease in the world than in World War I. Rodriguez's family is only his wife, who is lucky enough to be fine, he and his two xiǎonv sons, Martha and

Angela fell on the chuáng with honor. Dr. Marco concluded that Marsha was helpless. His wife had customized the coffin from the owner of the coffin shop. Rodriguez struggled to walk to NV's room. He held Marsha's hand and knelt in front of Chuáng, praying that God would not take her Marsha away. Another sensible Angela looked at her parents, but her eyes were filled with tears. She didn't want to die, and she didn't want her sister to die. She loved her sister more than her own life. What could she exchange for Marsha.

She is willing to give her life even if it is her own, but the fire of her life is about to be extinguished. She seems to see the god of death standing in front of Mén with a sickle waving her sickle and smiling. She is afraid of hell, the hell portrayed by the model priest. She and her sister should go to heaven, because their parents often call them angels, and the angels should live in heaven with God. Unfortunately, Father Kam can no longer tell her the stories in the Bible, because he died the day before yesterday, and he will definitely be with God now. May God forgive his sins.

The bell rang at this time. "Maybe the owner of the coffin shop came to collect the deposit. His business was good these days, Martha, my poor Martha." Mrs. Rodriguez whispered in Rodriguez's ear. Rodriguez turned around and roared angrily, "My nv is still alive, still alive..." He lowered his head in pain, and buried his head deeply in Martha's hand. Mrs. Rodriguez turned and went downstairs to drive. Rodriguez caressed Martha's soft and thinness, and looked at Martha in a sleeping state with infinite affection. He sang softly "A bottle of rum, everyone will taste it." He really wanted Martha to jump up and sing the old pirate song with him, which is also Martha's favorite song. This song is often one of the entertainment programs after dinner every day by the Luo family.

Mrs. Luo seemed to be talking to someone an important thing, and a few words came to his ears. He seemed to be persistent in telling Mrs. Luo some serious consequences. Rodriguez stood up, and the rude blood of his ancestors flowed in his blood vessels. Although he had never mentioned to anyone how his ancestors of the Caribbean pirates drank blood on the knife, he could no longer control his emotions at this moment. He could not tolerate his incompetence and helplessness and powerlessness. Looking at the increasingly weakened xiǎo Masha on the chuáng, he wanted to yell, and he needed to vent. Although his father repeatedly advised him to suppress the inherited wildness in his heart and be an ordinary person who was obedient and obedient.

It has to be said that Rodriguez is no longer the commander who lives a life-consciously. The power that has been suppressed in his xiong chamber for 300 years cannot be hidden. He only feels that his heartbeat is accelerating. The pulsating sound is like a giant drum that moves his eardrums. He cannot hear or want to hear it. The blue veins on his forehead are like two pythons entrenched, and the red letters are breathing in his mouth conveying the message of death. The gentleness in his eyes is replaced by anger and impulse. The cold gathers fear. The thick beard is erected in a rage, and each one seems to spray out with a surging anger. The wide xiong chamber is rising and falling sharply, and the bloodthirsty ancestor is

ng, arrogant expression, and awesome figure. At this time, Rodriguez stood at the bow of the boat like a pirate holding a knife in his mouth, ready to jump on the side and use the sharp knife in his hand to kill life. Rodriguez, like a god, staggered out of the NV's room. He did not forget to close the room that Mrs. Luo forgot to close. As long as he had a breath, he would never allow anyone to disturb his NV's - his angels. Even the god of death he would never allow. He staggered with his hand and walked down the stairs. Although the doctor warned him to lie down, he tried not to walk around and maintain his strength. But there was only a concept in his mind. "No, don't take my NV's away, don't, don't..." He was looking for an opponent

He wanted to tear him to pieces, he wanted to protect his nvs. He even forgot that he was also one of the preys of death at this time. He tried hard to open his eyes, although two weights were as heavy as falling on his eyelids. He tried hard to keep his pace, although the two tulips were poured into lead. He tried hard to maintain balance, although he was floating forward like a lonely ghost. The open big mén blows in a trace of cool air, which is the familiar smell of the sea breeze of Rodriguez. Every year in the chun season, when the scent of the Atlantic breath blows, Rodriguez often bursts out of his body. Today, he strongly controls Rodriguez, and he wants to fight for death, not himself, but the angel upstairs behind him.

There were several people standing outside, including Dr. Marco and his assistant, two soldiers and a short oriental man. When Mrs. Luo saw her husband walking downstairs and rushed up to help her, Dr. Marco walked in in surprise and covered his mouth and nose with a scarf hanging in front of him. Everyone behind him pulled up his clothes or scarf to cover his mouth and nose, like a group of robbers preparing to rob the house. Only the oriental man just pulled the strap on the yào box on his back to temporarily get rid of his shoulders. The expression on his face seemed indifferent to this protective action, and seemed a little disdainful.

"Oh, my God, Rodriguez, you should rest in chuáng. I warned you," Dr. Marco hurriedly said when he saw Rodriguez with a sick look on his face.

"Is it like a dead dog that broke the backbone? My dear doctor, I'm going to lose my Martha. Do you think I can still stay in the damn chuáng?" Rodriguez looked at the guy who sentenced him to death.

"Don't say that, Don Rodriguez, God will help you and your children." The doctor lowered his head. The slightly apologetic Dr. Marco changed his name. In Spain, if "Tang" was added to the name of people, it means the master. "Look, didn't God send a miracle doctor from the East to help us?" He flashed aside and introduced the Oriental, who is the protagonist today, to Rodriguez. "This is Dr. Li from China, he is the king from a distant place.

The distinguished guests invited by the East specially brought Oriental medical skills, which can bring about the resurrection of the dead, but your wife did not allow us to go in. She said that this is Oriental witchcraft that goes against God, but dear Rodriguez, all doctors in Spain are powerless to do with this disease, so we can only try it, do you think?". A doctor goes to please a patient, which is extremely abnormal for Rodriguez. He couldn't help but add some warning and guard.

Mrs. Luo saw her husband standing weakly in the middle of the house, and immediately moved a stool in the kitchen. Unfortunately, the one that was moved was a bar stool for Martha. In order to allow the short Martha and Angela to reach the table during the meal, Rodriguez specially made two bar stools for the NV children so that the whole family could sit happily on a table to eat, which was also the happiest time for the whole family. And after the meal

The singing, but all this was about to become a bubble and was about to be destroyed. Rodriguez stroked the chair. Suddenly he turned around and glared at Dr. Marco. Dr. Marco took a step back with shocked look by this never-before-seen eye. He thought Rodriguez was a famous Mr. Hao in this neighborhood, because he was concerned about the strangeness of the Spaniards to the Eastern world, especially many missionaries who returned from the East portrayed the Chinese as

The same language and species as the Indians were treated with witchcraft and grass, and they were ignorant barbarians. Although newspapers and radios were quite well-known, Western newspapers rarely reported on China, and many Spanish people were as indifferent to bad politics as Rodriguez. In order to prevent those devout Catholics from tying the dwarf orientals to pillars and burning them to death, the political mission was actually sent

Two soldiers protected him. Dr. Marco decided to try it out with the good old man Mr. Rodriguez first, but before he could enter, he was disappointed and blocked by the extremely pious Mrs. Luo. He originally thought that Rodriguez could be more comfortable, but who thought he was more stubborn than Mrs. Luo and even looked fierce and evil. Hi, it is not easy to be a doctor these days. Dr. Marco thought to himself.

"Mr. Marco, if you try to cover up your incompetence with witchcraft and do experiments on my poor nv, then you have made the wrong abacus."

"No, Mr. Rodriguez, you misunderstood. He is not a wizard. He is the king's honorable guest. He was sent by Mr. Hua Fei, the President of China, to save our poor lives."

"Then tell him to go back to the east, and there are more people to save him," Rodriguez's diamond-made head turned rapidly, not at all with his huge body. He could not use the life of nv's son as easy as a life. Even if profit is equally important, he looked at the thin oriental man. He was too inconspicuous and had no characteristics. The face and figure of a typical oriental man. If he could find a little special in him, it would be the same as the clear pair.

The eyes of the lake. Rodriguez could not find the dirty words of yin, cunning, hypocrisy, in those eyes, only sincerity and innocence. Rodriguez was examining the Chinese, trying to find something in him to convince him that this person was not capable of saving his nv, but the result was disappointing. He did not find the conclusion he had set in advance, even if he could not find it. He began to shake a little. Immediately a new question appeared in his mind.

"Mr. Marco, how old are you?"

"Do you ask me?" Dr. Marco was asked inexplicably "fifty-five, sir."

"How old is he? He looks like he is still a child. Is the president of China crazy? Let a child come here to practice medicine? Sorry, I can't give my nv kids to another kid to heal. This is crazy and unacceptable. I can't joke about my nv kid's life. Even if he was sent by God, I can't allow it,"

While Rodriguez was talking to Dr. Marco, Dr. Marco's assistant stubbornly translated the content of their conversation to the weak Chinese. Although his translations often seem to be inverted, there was no better translation than him in this place. The Chinese listened hard and tried hard to understand his words.

"Then I said farewell with great regret. I have to go to other places, and there are many people who need help, so I say goodbye." Dr. Marco turned around and put on his hat and prepared to leave.

"Wait", the Chinese spoke, and he walked forward firmly and looked at Rodriguez with his clear eyes. Rodriguez couldn't help but feel trembling, because the Chinese's eyes were full of firmness, optimism, kindness, and desire. That firmness made you give up confrontation, that optimism made you see hope, that kindness made you empathize, and that desire made you unable to refuse. So many elements included in it made Rodriguez move away from his eyes and dare not look at him. A powerful force surged towards Rodriguez as the boy moved, making him breathless and his mouth dry. There was never a force so shocking, and what was even more incredible was that he came from the thin body of an oriental young man.

"Mr. Luo, can I talk to you in English?" the young Chinese asked in fluent English.

"Of course, please speak" due to professional reasons, Rodriguez could speak the language of several countries. Rodriguez lowered his tone much, perhaps he was shocked by the irresistible force from the Oriental whom he called a child. He also wanted to listen to the words that the child could say, and the words of the king's honorable guest also touched him, making him seem to see a glimmer of hope.

"When the president of our country learned that there was a large area of ​​flu in your country, he immediately sent several experts, including my teacher, to your country, hoping to help your people stay away from the pain of illness. My teacher is now treating your king in the palace in Madrid. I have been following my teacher for 5 years and have learned how to control this disease. Moreover, I have brought a large number of yào products from China. These yào products have cured a large number of diseases in China. I believe they can cure you and your nv children. You may not believe me, but you cannot not believe my Holy Father - President Huafei." Firm, very different from calmness of age, the Chinese conquered the hearts of everyone present, including Rodriguez, with a slight tone and a standard sound.

"Holy Father? What is your relationship with the president of your country?" Rodriguez asked in doubt.

"I am just an orphan. War and disease have taken away my parents. I became an orphan begging along the street. If I had not met President Hua, I would probably be no longer alive. President Huafei took in us orphans, took care of our food and clothing, and sent us to school to receive a good education. For us orphans, he is like a biological father. I am fortunate to follow my teacher to learn Chinese classical medicine and yào to be here today. What I bring is not only quality and medical skills, but also the friendship of the Chinese people. The Chinese regard the arrival of friends as a beautiful thing in life. Please do not let down the good wishes of President Huafei and the whole Chinese people."

Rodriguez was completely conquered and completely impressed because he saw only the heart of a doctor's parents on the face of this young man, only the kindness of a doctor, and believing that kindness is the driving force for all beautiful things. Although he did not know what Hua Fei's belief was, whether it was God he believed in or the Buddha he believed in most Chinese, and Allah who believed in Muslims all took benevolence and righteousness as the foundation, peace as the purpose, and kindness as the criterion. From this young Chinese population, he saw a kind Chinese, a kind nation, a country where everything was standard, that was the place he longed for for a long time, because he believed that only benevolence was invincible in the world. He found kindness and righteousness in this young man, and he believed that kindness and righteousness were planted in that hot land in the East.

Quiet, the room is surprisingly quiet, people seem to hear their heartbeat, and only faint sounds of waves come from the distant coast. People are waiting, not only waiting for Rodriguez's answer, but more often waiting for the erection of the budding goodness in people's hearts. The damn war has smashed all the good things to pieces, and kindness has almost destroyed the hearts of these Europeans, but kindness has never dried up and died. As long as you drop a drop of sweet lu in your heart, he will jump and burst out and show tenacious vitality. Rodriguez's heart is already like a fountain, and it is this thin oriental who has moved away the long-depressed rock in his heart. The doctor not only treats skin diseases but also heals the trauma of the soul.

He was speechless for a long time, and suddenly he seemed to have made up his mind. Rodriguez leaned on the stool and raised his right hand in the direction of the young man. It was the hand of trust, the kindness reborn.

The young man took a step forward and stretched out his hands, holding his hands tightly together.

"My friend from afar, I have entrusted all my life and my own life to you, but you have to promise me to submit to me first. If there is an accident, please don't do experiments on my life." What kind of trust is this? He entrusted a stranger to a rare person. Rodriguez only entrusted his life to two people in his life, one is Jesus nailed to the cross, and the other is the Chinese in front of him. Not only this young man, but also the group of righteous Chinese people who are far away from behind this young man. But at the same time, he also has his cunning and fatherly love. He asked Dr. Li to submit to him first, and he wanted to try his best for him. Rodriguez, who seemed to have exhausted his last strength, fell to the ground slantedly. What he saw was a fiery heart-shaped tattoo on the young man's arm...

When the morning sun shone on Rodriguez's huge chuáng, it was the next morning. Mrs. Luo sat in front of the window holding a flying needle in her hand and was embroidering something. Although there was a soft veil hanging on the window, the dazzling sunlight still shone through the window. Rodriguez was a little dizzy by the strong sunlight, and a strange smell was floating in the room, which was something Rodriguez had never smelled before, but he was familiar with the taste of licorice, and there must be licorice in it, which is not unfamiliar to the Spanish. This root from South America

Stem plants were once the favorite among Spanish people. He narrowed his eyes and looked at his wife. Although Mrs. Luo was over thirty, her beautiful appearance was not destroyed by her fair skin. Her fair skin showed a beautiful halo under the sunlight. Although the excessive worry and labor in the past few days made her face a little thin and pale. Rodriguez looked at her baby wife with some pity, intoxicated in this gentle place. When Mrs. Luo saw her husband wake up, she put down the needle and thread in her hand tightened the curtains, picked up a glass of water from the table and walked over, and wrinkled affectionately on Rodriguez's forehead.

"How are Martha and Angela?" Rodriguez took the water cup from his wife's hand and drank it all and asked anxiously.

"Dear, everything is fine. Angela can already drink the cow. Martha is still sleeping. Dr. Marco came to take her body temperature in the morning. It was normal. It was a miracle. Do you know? The medical skills of that young man was very magical. After he took him to bring him a yào, he took out a needle and stabbed a lot of needles on the head of NV. I was very scared at the time, but he kept smiling. This made me feel much more relieved. The medical skills of the East are really amazing. His treatment method is the same. But he said that the stronger the disease, the greater the danger. You are in a drowsy state. You are not relieved until Dr. Marco said that your high fever has subsided. "

After listening to Mrs. Luo's narration, Rodriguez let out a long sigh. The nvs have recovered, and he can finally put down his suspended heart. There is nothing better news. Mrs. Luo took a pillow behind him and made him sit comfortably. "No, I'm going to the vs," Rodriguez lifted the quilt and was about to get off. Mrs. Luo pressed him down. "Dear, you can't go now. The doctor told you to lie down and rest. Besides, the young Chinese is still in the nv's room. He didn't close his eyes all night. He just leaned on the stool for a while. Don't disturb him. He is really the God sent.

Make, lovely Chinese." "Yes, he is an angel sent by President Huafei." Rodriguez said this and thought so. Rodriguez stroked his wife's hands, which had become rough due to the long-term housework, and there were fine crow's feet on the corners of his wife's eyes. He helped his wife sort out a sliver of her temples, and looked at the nv person she loved deeply, and stared at her affectionately for a long time. Mrs. Luo shyly cried out her hands and lowered her head like a young nv. Rodriguez took the opportunity to hold her wife in her arms. Listening to her husband's strong heartbeat, Mrs. Luo silently prayed for God for those cute Chinese people in her heart.

"You are fully recovered, dear Mr. Rodriguez, you are as strong as a bull." Dr. Marco said with a smile while stroking Martha's head.

"Thank you, Dr. Marco, my mother invites you to my house for dinner, and my benefactor, Mr. Li, China." xiǎo Martha said with a cute and adorable head raised.

"Ah, my beautiful Martha, I promise you a kind invitation." Dr. Marco smiled and took out a pack of eucalyptus sugar from his pocket and put it into Martha's hand. "But you can only eat two slices a day, remember..."

"Wash your teeth before going to bed." Martha's sweet childish voice echoed in the clinic, causing a burst of laughter.

Looking at the lively and cute xiǎo Martha, Rodriguez asked thoughtfully: "Where is Li? Why didn't you see him?"

Dr. Marco closed his smile. "It's not good, he's not good, he's infected. This morning he had a low fever. The Chinese medical team in Madrid has sent someone on the way. May this child be grateful to God's eyes and have been ting today."

"How is it possible? He is also a doctor. He should know about this disease," Rodriguez didn't believe his ears, and the clinic immediately calmed down. Many people were cured by Dr. Li and came to the clinic for re-examination. In this xiǎo town, people were infected with this terrible flu. Dr. Li's footprints were almost everywhere in every corner of the town. No one was pulled back from the brink of death by Dr. Li? Almost every family treated Dr. Li with a gratitude. In their opinion, China Li was the reborn parents who gave them a second life. When they heard the bad news, everyone present was shocked. There were also several funvs sobbing in a low voice. Many of the men secretly wiped the tears from the corners of their eyes.

"You know, Li's physical condition is originally thin, which may be caused by malnutrition in childhood. In addition, Li's desperate spirit of working, he often visits continuously and does not get a rest for several days. In addition, he always insists on being with severe patients. Recording the characteristics of their illness is conducive to dealing with them at any time, so the chance of infection is naturally greater. At the same time, he also needs to train a group of local doctors. The fatigue and the harsh environment..., God, please don't take away this great soul." Dr. Marco also took off his nose-pinching mirror and lowered his head in pain.

A low sob turned into a wailing cry. Several men even rushed out of the clinic. The clinic was filled with a sad atmosphere. I don’t know who knelt down first and sang a hymn Chapter 792 [Please be with me]

I admire your presence; I miss your presence;

Generations have passed and generations have come again and again, you are with me forever;

I need your presence; I seek your presence;

The sea becomes mulberry field, the mulberry field becomes the sea, you will always be with me;

With me, with me, your love will never change;

With me, with me, your love will never change;

Be with me, be with me, let us raise our hands to you.

The low singing resounded over the town of xiǎo. It was originally a hymn that was sung when worshiping God, but it was dedicated to a young doctor from China. The Spanish used their unique way to try to retain this ordinary and great life. Martha also knelt down with her father, and her tears slipped on her broken pink surface. That night, all the men and children from all over the city came to the square in front of the clinic with candles to watch over their benefactors, hoping that the miracle would appear, and the square would ring all night.

The singing of the 】. The church opposite the clinic was also filled with prayer people. The devout believers hope that God would leave the Chinese who gave their lives for their lives. If the guards who guarded the mén were loyal to their duties, the clinic in the xiǎoxiǎo would have been squeezed out by people. The doctors from the Chinese medical team from Madrid tried their best to save the lives of their compatriots. At around 2:30 in the middle of the night, Dr. Marco walked to the square, and the noisy crowd suddenly became quiet, and even the wind stopped at the treetops and listened.

"The greatest friend of the Spaniards, the saving of the town and the continuation of life, the outstanding doctor, Mr. Li Xuefei, dedicated his precious life to the city at the age of twenty-two."

There was no movement, no crying, no tears, the strength was exhausted, the vocal cords were hoarse, and the tear glands had dried up. People stood quietly in the same place, as if they had returned to yesterday, the smiling face, gentle movements, and firm figures were still among them. He did not leave, you and I could see that he would always live in our hearts. "Wow..." There was a thunderous applause in the square, which lasted for a long time. This was a compliment to a great soul, a compliment to a great god, and a compliment to a great friendship. Many years later, when tourists came to this town to explore the mountains and rivers, and passed by the clinic in this square, they could still see a plaque carved in marble plates on the wall of the clinic, with the following passage written in two Western and Chinese words:

The wind of the Pyrenees, please stay and listen to me tell you the story of Chinese heroes and spread it at the end of the sky.

The sea of ​​Biscay, please stop listening to me tell you the stories of Chinese heroes and spread it to the other side of the ocean.

The following is written in the word xiǎo: Li Xuefei, a noble Chinese, died in this city due to influenza in 1918. On the 25th of the 471 people were treated, including 96 children, all of which survived. The city has existed to this day.

xiǎoMasha fell asleep in her father's broad arms, peaceful and sweet. Rodriguez gently patted NV's back and said to himself: "Masha, from today on your name is Martha-Lee. Like your Chinese father, he is your father, and his country is also your country. You should also be a kind Chinese and noble Chinese."

Several years later, a beautiful Spanish man appeared in the medical and nurse sequence of the National Defense Forces. Her appearance caused a sensation. Even news about her can be seen in foreign newspapers. She was brave, tenacious and fearless, and performed her duties to save lives and help the wounded. She once rescued more than 100 National Defense Force soldiers on the battlefield with bullets. President Hua Fei personally awarded her a first-class Iron Blood Medal. When the battlefield record of the Iron Blood Military Newspaper interviewed her, she replied in fluent Chinese: "My father is Chinese, his name is Li Xuefei, I am just completing his unfinished career. I am proud, I am proud, because I am a noble Chinese."

Rodriguez's eyes were a little wet, the past was vivid and fresh, and the hero's voice, appearance and smile were still fresh in his heart. When he walked through the joints of the carriage, he took a deep breath to calm his emotions, and his face also had a professional smile. "Please show the ticket." Rodriguez, with a very smile, opened the private room of the first-class carriage. He repeated countless times, "Okay, thank you, a pleasant journey" quickly

As the train was checking the ticket, the train was running rapidly, getting closer and closer to Ailang. When he opened the Mén in the No. 5 car, he was slightly stunned. He was an oriental man, with a tall body, handsome face, a tinged suit, and a chic demeanor. He was a young oriental gentleman. All the praises immediately appeared in Rodriguez's mind. But strangely, his hat was tightly worn on his head, as if covering something.

Chen Daijun's thoughts were interrupted by the conductor. He was missing an old friend, the orphan who begged with him, the brother of a different surname who founded the Holy Son Group with him, and the friend who has died in a foreign land and has not returned to his hometown. Although the training of poisonous people made him feel calm in the moment of killing people, he knew that he was getting closer and closer to his bones, but he could not go to pay homage. Looking back on the long winter night, two brothers snuggled together and warmed each other's body temperature. You leaned on half a moldy steamed bun to satisfy your hunger. Mr. Li said that he was not hungry, and gave himself a big piece, but he used his fingers to dip it on the ground. The steamed buns were put into their mouths. Later, they met the army of President Hua Fei, and then they lived a life of humanity. From one day on, they had new clothes and their own quilts. They no longer had to worry about cold and warmth, nor had to worry about dinner. They also vowed to put their lives into Hua Fei's hands, and made an appointment to stab a vermilion heart-shaped tattoo on the arm of their right hand, which means that they gave the whole person and the whole heart. Li also gave himself a nice Fei, who wanted to learn from the President. Later, Xuefei, who had excellent academic performance, was admitted to medical school, so that he could cure the disease of millions of ordinary people and not let them be like their fathers. My mother died because she had no money to see a doctor. The strong-bodied self also became a national defense force soldier as she wished, and joined the Poison Team and became Jiaojiao. Although the Poison Team had strict rules, he still visited this brother from time to time. He was sent to Taiwan by Huafei to perform combat missions in the past few years, whenever a person was lonely and helpless, he would think of xiǎo Li. In the cold night, there seemed to be another body to keep him warm. In the autumn rain, someone seemed to hold an umbrella for him to protect his body. When he thought of xiǎo Li, he burst out with infinite strength. Brother, it was your friendship that allowed me to hold on until now. How many times did I think about having me when I wanted to give up? You can sleep in a warm room with your support. You will no longer have to endure hunger and freeze. You can study hard. Be a famous doctor in the future and live up to the expectations of the president. But why did you leave me without saying a word? He who could no longer cry, and he was no longer touching. He thought that only black and white were left in the emotional world. Now he still left a colorful world for Li in his inner world. Brother, if you have a task, I can't come to see you. If you have a spirit in heaven, you will bless me to complete this task for the president and come to accompany you. As he stroked the tattoo on his hand, his thoughts had already floated to Li's grave.

Chen Daijun was unhappy when he saw Rodriguez driving in. Although he was unhappy, he still smiled and handed over the ticket with a smile. The moment he took the ticket, Rodriguez was stunned as if he had been hit by a heavy hammer. He saw what he saw in his dreams many times, a heart-shaped fiery red tattoo. If Chen Daijun hadn't forgotten the buttons on the cuffs, Rodriguez would never have seen that tattoo, but he did see it, the real thing is right in front of him. How could Rodriguez lose his composure to escape from Chen Daijun's magic eyes? The name of Poison Man No. 1 is not something that is blind, only strong Physical strength must never be a poisonous person. With careful observation, excellent psychological quality, rich practical experience, all this precipitation is the basic element of the reason why poisonous person is called a poisonous person. He subconsciously clamped the weakness with his left arm, which is a protective action, because human weakness is often the main target of the enemy's attack. In addition, there is a scabbard hidden in his suit. He must determine the position of the hilt to facilitate the smooth and accurate movement of the knife. The knife was specially made for him. It is based on his figure, hand shape, arm length, the weight of the knife is very light, but the steel is excellent, and the quenching of the blade has reached the previous stage. In an unprecedented way, the dark blade body will not flash even in broad daylight. The blade body is highly toxic and blood-sealed. As long as he is stabbed, even if it is broken a little skin, it can ensure that the victim will die within 2 times. What is more unique is that there is a hole in the front end of the knife handle, which contains 12 steel needles. 6 are facing forward with excellent steel needles. 6 are facing backward with extremely toxic and equipped with organic huang. One is to prevent others from taking the knife and use steel needles to kill the enemy. The other is to use self-cutting whenever he has to. The word "captured" in the dictionary of poisonous people. The six steel needles in the front can be used for sewing. Repair clothes, sew the wounds on their own without surgical conditions, and can also be made into fish hooks to obtain food. In addition, these needles can also be used to make fire when rubbing against each other. All of this is designed for the poisonous people to survive under harsh conditions. What's more strange is that each knife has a name engraved in Japanese. If the poisonous people unfortunately die abroad, no one can tell that they are Chinese based on this knife, because from the characteristics of the blade and the method of tempering, this is an absolute Japanese knife. While joining the poisonous team, each poisonous person has a tailor-made knife, which is also the identity proof of the poisonous team.

Chen Daijun still maintained a smiling facial expression, but just when Rodriguez was stunned just now, he was ready to attack. In the training he received, there was no passive word for defense. Only attack and attack. The poisonous man is only responsible for attacking the enemy's key points and will never act as a defense. "Observation is the best defense." This is the creed of the poisonous man team. Hua Fei also instilled this idea into the poisonous man in the early stage of the poisonous man's inventing, which became the motto of the poisonous man team. So in the At 0:00 seconds, Chen Daijun not only completed the offensive preparations, but also made preparations for continuous attacks. If Rodriguez's movements were slightly deviated at this time, then Chen Daijun's knife would enter his key parts as soon as possible. However, the poisonous people are poisonous people. They are not a group of reckless men without self-protection consciousness. On the contrary, they always hide themselves very cleverly before the attack. This is why the poisonous team adjusted the training time to endurance training and heart. The reason why discipline training accounts for 60% of the total time. Disguise training and language training account for 25%, while firearm explosion fighting training accounts for only 15%. The requirement for poisonous people is not as simple as hitting the target, but choosing a retreat first. A poisonous person who can complete the task is unqualified. Qualified poisonous people must be able to retreat and continue to fight. It is even common for them to give up tasks for the safety of poisonous people. They can lie in the stinky ditch for three days and three nights and wait for the target without moving. They will never lose patience when they appear, but when the prey is about to move, they can seize the opportunity to open fire first. They are fierce king snakes, quietly waiting for the prey to take the bait, and make the opponent unpredictable. When they need to defend, they will quickly show the defensive posture in the form of offense. The poisonous people never make simple defense. They are given off from the beginning. It can be said that if there is no skin covering them, their blood will turn into sharp swords to attack the enemy.

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