C631

In the cold wind, the drizzle falls, soaking the earth.

Babao mountain is an isolated remnant hill on the piedmont plain of the western mountain of the capital city, with a height of about 130 meters. The mountain is low and extends to the northeast. The lingfu temple built by Haiyun monk in the Yuan Dynasty to Zhengzheng period was renamed Babaoshan Revolutionary Cemetery.

A black car stopped at the foot of the mountain, the door opened, and a young man with beautiful appearance, expressionless face, and a pathetic atmosphere of vicissitudes came out. His eyes were clear and bright. He was wearing a black suit that he didn't wear. He had a white chrysanthemum flower which was obviously just picked on his chest.

He took out a big bag from the car, opened his black umbrella, and strode up the mountain. Qiu Lin and Zhang Chao also got out of the car. They were also dressed solemnly, wearing white chrysanthemums on their chest and holding two bundles of chrysanthemum flowers in their hands.

Three people can't walk into the Revolutionary Cemetery. Qin Hao keeps walking through the graveyards and goes straight to the most remote corner. It's a small corner that basically doesn't connect with the rest of the people. In front of him, there are seven solitary graves side by side.

Different from the tombs just seen, the seven tombs have no name, no code, no photo, no tombstone, and nothing related to identity information is here.

What's more, there is no trace of worship here. It's so cold and shabby.

Looking at the seven tombs in front of him, Qin Hao was filled with anger. Before they died, they did not get the glory they deserved and did not fulfill their wishes. After their death, they are even more desolate, just like the ghosts floating in the world, who have only seven garlands without anything.

Suppressing his boundless anger, Qin Hao throws his umbrella aside and lets the drizzle wet his hair and suit. Opening the bag, Qin Hao was about to take out the sacrifice. Qiu Lin wanted to help, but Qin Hao stopped him: "just put the flowers down. Wait for me outside..."

In their hearts, they understood that this was not theirs. They came here only to express their respect and admiration for the seven soldiers represented by the seven graves. They put down the flowers and left.

Qin Hao took out the sacrificial offerings and arranged them the same way. He took out two bottles of Wuliangye Yuandu wine and put one in front of him and one on the opposite side. He thought it might be insufficient, so he took out six bottles and put them on the opposite side.

This is the most common and one of the strongest Baijiu for the brothers. The alcohol content is as high as 72%. When they return to the station after completing their tasks, they will go to the cooking class to let Qin haolu have a hand, prepare the strong liquor, sit together and drink wine in a big bowl and eat meat.

For them at that time, such time was snatched from the hand of death, which was the only way for them to vent and relax.

"Brothers, it's Haozi who came late. I should have come to see you three years ago. I'm sorry, I'll punish myself!"

Qin Hao grabs Wuliangye in front of him, cuts the mouth of the bottle with a slap, lifts his neck and pours wine into his mouth with a big mouth. After drinking one third of the liquor, Qin Hao doesn't know whether it is because of his loss of cultivation. Qin Hao's solution to alcohol seems not to be the same as before, and his eyes have been covered with a blur.

While drinking, he narrated all that had happened in recent years. It was like chatting with his friends. He took a sip and poured it. Soon, eight bottles of Wuliangye were exhausted, and at least one third of them went into Qin Hao's stomach.

Qin Hao took the bag again. This time it was burning a knife. As he took the wine, he was stunned and said to himself, "I know that the brothers who drink like this are not enjoying themselves. I also prepare my instructor's favorite burning knife. Drillmaster, I met my uncle and aunt this time, and took Yuanyuan to me. You can rest assured under Jiuyuan. I will take good care of them Come on, drink... "

The rain was still falling. The rain had already wet Qin Hao's whole body. The rain ran down the hair of Qin Hao's temples. The lonely people and the lonely graves were like a picture scroll, enveloped in the sad and painful atmosphere.

Even though it was still raining now, Qin Hao still lit up the fire and lit his cigarette again and again. Until he lit all seven cigarettes, he lit one himself.

Then, he took out a handful of chocolate from his pocket. To say that Qin Hao learned the smoke from his brothers, the chocolate was just the opposite. Qin Hao chews a piece of chocolate all day long, which makes people very strange. They can feel Qin Hao's obsession with this snack. Over time, Qin Hao somehow develops the habit of eating.

"Brothers, I don't know if there is a chance to see you again this time. Your hatred and resentment will not be forgotten by Haozi. As long as I Qin Hao is alive, one day I will get justice for you and let those guys who framed our brother pay the price! "

Slowly standing up, Qin Hao wiped the rain off his face. He suddenly picked up a bottle of burning knife and poured it wildly. Suddenly, he smashed the bottle on the ground and smashed it to pieces. He said to the forest behind the cemetery: "don't hide and hide, come out!"

With Qin Hao's violent drinking, a group of birds suddenly started up in the silent forest. The rustling sound came from the depths, and then there was a laugh: "what a man emperor, what an emperor in the underground world. Even if he has no accomplishments, he is still very powerful. He can find my trace!"A figure flew out of the forest. Standing on the tree trunk, he looked down on Qin Hao. He had a long knife slung across his waist. His long hair swayed with the wind and was not soaked in the rain. All of them were blocked by the true Qi.

The comer glanced at the surrounding environment, and his face showed regret. He shook his head and said, "it's a pity, it's a pity that you, as a strong man, are going to die here today. However, this is a cemetery, and it saves a lot of effort to let you and your brother bury here together. It's my kindness and beauty to become a human being."

Even though he was several feet apart, Qin Hao could still feel the domineering and murderous spirit from his opponent, especially his bloody eyes, which did not look at people at all, as if they were looking at the prey to be hunted by himself.

However, he didn't have the slightest fear. Instead, he felt a sense of unhappiness in his heart. The flames of war were blazing in his chest. His star eyes looked directly at the knife without any intention of shrinking.

Always only when he was arrogant, when did he get arrogant shouting in front of him? What's more, after meeting with his comrades in arms, he became more and more depressed and angry. What happened to him was that he wanted to vent his anger immediately.

"Who are you? In the name of the newspaper, I will never kill nobody in my hand Qin Hao walked through the seven tombs to the woods, but his eyes never moved from the swordsman.

It seems that the swordsman also felt Qin Hao's intention of provocation. His face was even more smiling. He waved his big hand and flicked his sleeves. He said in a loud voice: "Meng Jiutian, the swordsman is crazy. He has come to collect your life at the order of the dragon master. In order to avenge the humiliation of the Dragon Gang Tianhai, the Golden Dragon Guard breaks the hatred of hands and feet! The emperor, tremble, next year today, will be your death day! "

PS: no accident today, there will be four more, and two more, for flowers, mamda.............

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