Apocalyptic Dark Age

"Hahahaha, I have never seen a guy like you. It's interesting, so interesting. Come again..."

The man picked up two more bottles of spirits from his feet, wiped off the neck of the bottle, and easily changed the bottle into a wine glass. From this understatement, you can see his profound strength. Maybe he is not high in rank, but he has a strong grasp of strength. The control is absolutely second to none.

There was a fire hidden in Gao Feng's heart. This fire was called chagrin. He could only extinguish it with wine. Without saying a word, he grabbed a bottle, bumped it with the other's bottle, and shouted:

"It's done, I won't stop until I'm drunk..."

"Okay, let's do it. No one has ever drank like this with me. It's so interesting..."

The fierce and burly Jia Luo seemed to like Gao Feng more and more, and imitated Gao Feng in drinking strong liquor. He thought that he was so powerful and strong that he would definitely drink it before Gao Feng, but when he just drank half the bottle, Gao Feng had already finished it. Second bottle.

At this time, the people around him also stopped and looked at Gao Feng in surprise as he threw away the wine bottle and burped. As Gao Luo who was selected as a dead soldier, they were all low-level Gao Luo who were not qualified to know Gao Feng's identity. , naturally did not know that the young boy in front of them was the culprit who sent them to the battlefield.

They were frightened by the way Gao Feng drank. Even if someone vomited and drank at the same time, it was not as serious as Gao Feng pouring alcohol down his throat. This was not drinking, but seeking death.

"Boy, don't suffocate yourself to death. I saw you coming from outside. You don't have to go tomorrow. You'd better live well. One more day to live is just one day..."

"Shit, drinking can suffocate people to death? Who said that? People will be beaten to death by fists, stabbed to death by knives, shot to death by bullets, blown up by artillery shells, and pitted to death, but they will not be suffocated by wine. die……."

Gao Feng was already drunk, and he pointed at the tip of his burly nose in a slightly manic manner and yelled. It looked like he was in a state of drunkenness and madness. When several Jia Luo saw the strong man being pointed at by Gao Feng, they couldn't help but shake their heads and smile bitterly. Strong men are not easy to deal with. , a lot of Jia Luo died in his hands, the most grumpy, and would hit him cruelly if they disagreed, but few of his peers could beat him. If the only daughter hadn't been allowed to enter the family's direct line camp, he would have obtained the most With good resources and care, he may not appear here.

"It's interesting, it's so interesting. You're right, a man can die in any way, but he won't be suffocated to death by wine. Then..."

The strong man seemed to appreciate Gao Feng more. Even if he was pointed at the tip of his nose and scolded, he was not annoyed. He grabbed two more bottles of wine and drank with Gao Feng. This time, Gao Feng still won him, and the seemingly shaky Gao Feng could still Stand firm, the strong man is already a little top-heavy.

"Little..., boy, no one has ever been able to drink better than me. You..., you are the first. What is your name? Leave your number..."

The strong man was unwilling to admit defeat, and while talking loudly, he picked up two bottles of wine again. Before he could get up, one bottle of wine was missing from his hand, and Gao Feng snatched it away again.

"My name is Gao Feng, what is your name?"

"Just..., call me furbolg. Only friends can call me furbolg. If others dare to call me, break their necks..."

"So... you consider me a friend?"

Gao Feng put down the half-filled wine bottle, looked at the furbolg with a face as red as a shrimp with drunken eyes, and asked in a strange tone.

"Anyone who can drink, is better than me, and who can still drink after three bottles of wine is a monster... A monster is a friend of a strange bear. What do you think...?"

The strange bear gasped and shouted hysterically at everyone present. The heart-rending voice rang in everyone's ears like an alarm. Everyone raised their bottles at the same time and shouted:

"Yes..., yes, furbolg is a monster, and his friends are also monsters. Only monsters are friends of monsters..."

Hundreds of people shouted at the same time, and seemed to have a clear understanding of each other. They said the same sentence, forming a huge sound wave that went straight into the sky. At this moment, Gao Feng was really drunk. In this huge sound wave, he felt that he was involved, Send it to the sky above your head, just like in the previous life, after burying your comrades, you drank all night with the remaining soldiers of the Storm Brigade, using alcohol to forget the sorrow in your heart, and using the blood that has never cooled down to boost the morale of your companions, for the next time Prepare to die in battle….

For a moment, Gao Feng's memory was confused. The big faces illuminated by the fire overlapped with the cheeks of his comrades in the previous life. The last caution in his heart also disappeared. He staggered to the center of the fire, raised his hands, and let everyone present. Everyone fell silent, and then roared like thunder:

"If you have fun in life, why not worry about death... If you have comrades in life, why worry about death? If you have strong drink in life, why worry about death... If you have enemies in life, why fear death? A true man, a great husband, is only separated by life and death. One level of life, my destiny is up to me, I can’t help it, I will kill all my enemies without giving up, I will drink wine again when I go to hell..."

This is the life and death song of the Storm Battalion. Whenever there is a break in the war, when people are drunk after bidding farewell to their comrades, there will always be people singing loudly with tears in their eyes. With the sadness of the song, they bid farewell to the souls of their comrades and tell them that after killing the enemy, I will go down and have another drink with them...

The song of life and death does not rhyme, but it embodies the contempt for death in the hearts of the soldiers, the heroic ambition to defeat the enemy, and the sentiment of overestimating life and righteousness. It is most likely to inspire the heroism in the hearts of the soldiers and make them despise death. It is the song of the Storm Brigade. Team song.

"Have fun in life..., so why not die..., live with comrades in arms, and die... no need to be afraid..., live with strong wine..."

The furbolg suddenly started to sing too, with a tone-deaf tone and a high-pitched voice, which contained a thorough understanding of death and a sense of freedom. It actually made him sing the sadness and melodiousness of Qin Opera. For a while, many drunk people sang along. After a while, hundreds of people also started singing, and the singing became louder and louder. The depression in their hearts was vented through singing. They were no longer pretending to be happy, but really happy. Even if they die tomorrow, there will be With so many comrades accompanying me, I won’t be lonely even if I die. In this case, what else is there to be dissatisfied about?

The song resounded over and over again in the camp, and as the wind blew into the distance, more people joined in with the song. These people included Jialuo, ordinary people, and soldiers of the underground army. At this moment, the barriers between them seemed to disappear. Now, everyone is a part of the singing. Everyone can feel the freedom and pride in the singing. For a time, countless people feel from the bottom of their hearts that the deepest feelings in the hearts of hundreds of Jia Luo are opposite. Missing is also the expectation of death. They are using singing to express their feelings between life and death.

People who were hiding in the dark and crying walked out of their rooms with tears stained on their faces. They listened to the songs of life and death sung by countless people, and felt the joy of the souls of their loved ones in the songs. It was a kind of complete relief and joy, and it was the feeling that their relatives had no complaints. A soul without regrets, that is the last comfort for them.

He had not been so drunk for a long time. When he woke up the next day, Gao Feng still felt the sharp pain in his scalp that was about to explode. When he fumbled for the drunken man next to him to sit up, he was surprised to find that he was Already in the sky.

The dark red clouds were just outside the side of the ship. The cold and biting wind was blowing against his cheeks like a knife. There were also dragon-like lightnings swimming in the clouds in the distance. He was sitting on a pile of people smelling of alcohol. Jialuo was in a daze.

Suddenly, Gao Feng remembered what he had done last night. Because of a song of life and death that had long been buried in the depths of his memory, he let go of everything, completely forgetting his identity, merging himself with the Galas, and drank heavily. He ate a lot of meat, made friends with every Garo who patted his shoulder, and drank more wine than even twenty Garos could finish. The result was that he was like this now.

Among a bunch of drunken Jialuo, it seemed impossible to recognize a drunken Bengyun, so he was mixed in with Jialuo and moved together to the floating airship to die. The problem Yes, should he pretend to be confused? Or should I just pretend to be confused? Now that he has sung the song of life and death and drank a glass of wine together, he and these Jialuo have become comrades-in-arms. He does not want to live together, but only wants to die together. If he is left alone, he will hold a grudge in his heart for the rest of his life.