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This text below is an outburst of the Author in one of the chapters of the novel.
The game is a theme I have always insisted on. Because I love it, I started writing, so I have the 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.
Since I was a child, I wanted to join the army when I grew up, but my eyesight was not good. In the end, I had nothing to do with the army like my peers.
My grandfather was a veteran from 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.
They said 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 in 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 he 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. He was farming and playing hemp rope. He gave birth to five daughters, but none of the sons. The five daughters gave him seven grandchildren, all of which were named after him. 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. He walked back and walked 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 cadres.
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 whole life is so ordinary, almost no one knows what he has done.
The veteran is not dead, but withered.
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 exception. I don’t know whether it was enjoyed in the 1950s or it was only given in 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 kid 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 am working as a security guard.
The chapters of 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 will wait 50 years after the war before Master Su can lead the allowance to live in a special ward and dominate.
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, so you don’t need to leave comments that affect the author’s mood.
(This was translated from Google translator, from Chinese to English, so forgive me for the mistakes.)
