Chapter 75 This night, I dreamed of a million soldiers
Lin Fan just watched blankly as Uncle Qin slowly put on his military uniform, pinned medals on his chest with his own hands, covered his entire chest, picked up the standard machete, and leaned it against his chest
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And that body that was originally a little rickety stood upright at this moment, and those hazy and turbid eyes were full of light at this moment, and the whole body exuded a powerful aura, accompanied by murderous intent that soared to the sky.
Lin Fan kept retreating under this powerful murderous aura. He was strong, very strong!
At this moment, in Lin Fan's eyes, he saw not only Uncle Qin, but he seemed to see the entire battlefield. Countless humans resisted the alien invasion, and each one rushed forward crazily with machetes, even if
Weak, but still rushing forward with chest held high, just to slow down the pace of the alien race, the blood stained the earth and the sky red.
At this moment, he seemed to see an extremely wide and long floating ruby road. No, it was made of white jade bricks, but there was too much blood on it, showing the appearance of ruby.
There were countless corpses of human ancestors lying on it, and the blood dyed the entire white jade walkway red, but they still showed no fear.
"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!!!!"
The sound of war drums seemed to ring in Lin Fan's ears, starting from a low level and then getting louder and louder.
Uncle Qin was holding a bowl of wine in one hand and a machete in the other, and began to sing a war song: "The machete cuts off the heads of the aliens, human brothers, the day of fighting has come! The day of fighting has come!"
The singing voice was a little low, a little hoarse, and a little intermittent, but the singing voice was like a horn to charge, and the evil spirit and murderous aura in the old man's body became stronger and stronger, and even revealed itself as if it were real.
Lin Fan felt as if his skin was being pricked by needles, and he kept retreating. There was a strong look of shock in his eyes, because in his serious condition, Uncle Qin's body was covered with a layer of blood-red gas.
"Behind us is our hometown. Let us unite and move forward bravely. Target the enemy, destroy him, destroy him! Charge!" Uncle Qin's voice became louder and his body leaned forward slightly.
Boom!
The bowl of wine was thrown to the ground and fell into pieces instantly. That was the final signal.
"Brothers, kill!!!"
A sound like a thunderbolt resounded over the entire Windy City Martyrs Cemetery. This sound was stained with history, with roars and hatred for foreigners, and with determination to guard the homeland of mankind behind, without any hesitation.
The machete in Uncle Qin's hand was raised high, his eyes wide open with anger, as if there was a foreigner standing in front of him and he would chop it down at any time.
Lin Fan was forced to retreat far away. He did not stand in front of Uncle Qin, but he still felt that his whole body had fallen into an ice cellar. He had woken up from the wine a long time ago. With such evil and murderous aura, the third-grade, six- and seven-star werewolf he killed was simply a
joke.
That kind of frightening aura emanates from an old man who is about to be buried, shocking, respecting and worshiping him.
At this moment, Lin Fan believed everything that Uncle Qin once said as if he was joking. He was really a strong man on the battlefield, and he was a strong human being who killed aliens and fearful people.
At this time, a figure came quickly from high altitude, and then fell directly. The person who came was none other than Han Bing, the Lord of Wind City. He was the only one of the fourth rank who could fly.
Han Bing saw Lin Fan. He didn't expect that this kid was here. He wanted to ask something, but when he saw the medals on Uncle Qin's chest that almost covered the entire left chest, he shut up and stood at attention.
I saluted Uncle Qin seriously!
This is respect for a veteran and a hero!
The city lord's palace was not far away. Han Bing was startled by the sudden sound just now, especially the murderous aura that soared into the sky and dyed the small area of the sky red. Even from a distance, he felt his scalp numb, and he hurriedly
Come and see what's going on.
Just saw this scene now.
In front of the stone monument, the sounds disappeared.
Uncle Qin stood there, the wind blew through his military uniform, but he didn't seem to notice anything, he just stood there, ready to charge at any time, like a sculpture, a standing monument, staring in front of him
air.
Lin Fan also noticed that something was wrong. He had a bad premonition. His heart suddenly twitched, and a deep sadness came to his heart. But he still couldn't believe it and shouted softly in a low voice.
He said, "Grandpa Qin..."
But unfortunately, there has been no response.
Tears suddenly poured into his eyes, and with a pop, he knelt on the ground. Lin Fan vaguely remembered the three words Uncle Qin said when he went to see Uncle Qin today.
"Xiaofan is here!"
"He has grown up! He has become a handsome boy."
"Uncle Qin is going to die today. I remembered that I haven't seen you for a long time and wanted to see you. Are you not busy?"
Tears dripped down his face and fell on the bluestone floor. At this moment, Lin Fan finally understood that Grandpa Qin really knew that he was going to die today. He had prepared everything, but he told him with a smile, as if everything was a joke.
"I am a strong man. I have lived for more than two hundred years this year, and I still live to be a hundred years old. Moreover, a strong man has a premonition of when he will die."
Today's scenes, Grandpa Qin's words echo in my ears.
Lin Fan couldn't control it anymore and cried loudly. Why didn't he understand in advance? It turned out that he really felt something and knew that his life had come to an end. This was to allow him to send the last journey.
It's been a long time since we saw each other, but the goodbye has become an eternal farewell.
Uncle Qin really treated Lin Fan as his own grandson. Unfortunately, he was busy with his studies and didn't go back for a long, long time.
"Okay, okay! Xiaofan has grown up and become more powerful. From now on, he will go to the front line to kill more aliens, help Uncle Qin kill more, and become a hero of the human race."
Han Bing's eyes were complicated, and he didn't know what to say to comfort him for a moment. Naturally, he could see that the veteran in front of him had lost all his aura, and he must be an important person to Lin Fan.
A veteran died in this way.
Even at the last moment, he was still thinking about killing aliens.
This is the real hero of mankind!
How should such a hero not deserve the respect of mankind, his reverence!
Han Bing stepped forward and wanted to flatten the body of the veteran who made him respect him and take off the weapon. However, when he walked in front of him, he gasped and felt his scalp numb. He could only stand in front of Uncle Qin.
In front of him, he felt how terrifying the heart-stopping murderous intent was, and the knife that was about to cut off at any time. Han Bing's outstretched hand kept shaking, as if Uncle Qin was still alive at this moment, and the knife could be cut off at any time.
It would fall, and he quickly took a step back, only to find that his forehead was covered with cold sweat.
Is it an illusion? But the breath of death is so clear.
He is in the fourth level, his mental power is over 100, and his spiritual sense is very accurate!
How strong is this old man?
Han Bing didn't know, but this knife could definitely kill him! And he was a fourth-grade swordsman!
"Let me do it!"
Lin Fan stood up at some point, lowered his head and walked forward. Han Bing wanted to stop him, but hesitated and did not say anything.
I saw Lin Fan walking up to Uncle Qin, holding the hand that was tense and about to be cut off at any time, choking and saying: "Grandpa Qin, Xiaofan is here to see you off for the last time! Xiaofan is here to promise you that you
Xiaofan will help you kill those aliens!"
Uncle Qin just let go of his tense hand, and the machete in his hand fell to the ground with a clang.
Lin Fan gently laid Uncle Qin down on the ground, brushed his hand across his angry eyes, and whispered softly, "You can rest now!"
The chilling atmosphere in the air disappeared in an instant with Lin Fan's words, leaving only the sound of the whistling wind and an old man lying quietly. His face was no longer ferocious, and he was extremely peaceful, as if he was asleep.
On this day, with the help of Han Bing, Lin Fan sent Uncle Qin to be cremated and buried. Uncle Qin had already carved a stone tablet for himself. It was next to the huge stone tablet where he died. He wanted to accompany his brothers.
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Lin Fan also knew for the first time what Uncle Qin's full name was, Qin Dezhu.
Mother Wu is here too! Send Uncle Qin off for the last time!
Lin Fan returned to the orphanage and packed up Uncle Qin's belongings. There was almost nothing. He lived a simple and concise life with no children or relatives.
"You hold this knife. This is what your Grandpa Qin left for you. I have already told you before that during your absence, he often mentioned you and told the children stories about your naughty behavior when you were a child. Every time someone
He was always proud of you saying that your grades were first in Fengcheng. On the day you came out of the cultural class, you were first in Fengcheng and first in Nanyang City. He was always happy. He drank a lot of wine. Don't be too much.
Sad, live well with Mr. Qin's faith." Mother Wu touched Lin Fan's head and comforted him.
"Yeah." Lin Fan nodded heavily, his eyes turning red again.
He carried the long box on his back, glanced at the welfare home, looked at Wu Ma, turned around and left. The medals of merit were buried with Uncle Qin. Now there was only one knife in the long box, and he wanted to take this one with him.
He kills the enemy with his sword. One day, he will kill all the aliens who attack mankind. This is also Uncle Qin's wish.
In this life, for the first time, he made a great wish for others.
That night, Lin Fan dreamed of millions of soldiers! It seemed that Uncle Qin was among them...
