Awakening With An Expert Identification Skill

Lin Fan just stared blankly at Uncle Qin as he slowly put on his military uniform and pinned medals on his chest, covering his entire chest. He picked up the standard machete and leaned against his chest. .

At this moment, the body that was originally hunched, stood straight and straight, and the dim yellow and turbid eyes were full of light at this moment, exuding a powerful momentum, accompanied by a murderous aura.

Under this powerful murderous aura, Lin Fan kept stepping back, strong, very strong!

At this moment, in Lin Fan's eyes, what he saw was not just Uncle Qin alone. He seemed to see the entire battlefield. Countless human beings were resisting the invasion of alien races, and they rushed forward frantically with machetes. Weak, but still rushing forward with his chest out, 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 incomparably wide and long floating ruby ​​road. No, it was made of white jade bricks, but there was too much blood on it, showing ruby.

On it lay the corpses of countless human ancestors, and the entire white jade aisle was stained red with blood, but they were still not afraid.

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!!!!"

The sound of war drums seemed to be sounding in Lin Fan's ears. It started from a small sound, and then the sound became louder and louder.

Uncle Qin held a bowl of wine in one hand and a machete in the other, and began to sing the battle song: "The machete slashes the head of the alien race, brothers of mankind, the day of battle has come! The day of battle has come!"

The singing was a little low, a little hoarse, and a little intermittent, but it seemed like a horn to charge.

Lin Fan only felt like his skin was being pricked by needles, he kept retreating, his eyes showed a strong shock, because it was serious for him, and Uncle Qin was covered with a layer of blood-red gas.

"Behind is our hometown. Let's unite and march forward bravely, spot the enemy, destroy him, destroy him! Go!" Uncle Qin's voice became arrogant and his body leaned forward slightly.

Bah!

The bowl of wine was thrown to the ground and shattered in an instant. That was the last signal.

"Brothers, kill!!!"

A sound resounded like a thunderbolt in the sky above the entire Fengcheng Martyrs Cemetery. This voice was mottled with history, with roar and hatred for aliens, with the firmness of guarding the rear of the human homeland, without turning back.

The machete in Uncle Qin's hand was raised high, his eyes widened with anger, as if there was an alien standing in front of him, and he would cut it down at any time.

Lin Fan was forced to retreat far away and did not stand in front of Uncle Qin, but he still felt that his whole body had fallen into the ice cellar. joke.

That kind of terrifying aura radiated from an old man who was about to sink into the ground, shocking, respecting, and worshiping.

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 human strong man who was afraid of killing aliens.

At this time, a figure came quickly from a high altitude, and then fell directly. The person who came was Han Bing, the lord of Wind City. He was the only one who could fly.

Han Bing saw Lin Fan. He didn't expect this kid to be 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 closed his mouth and stood upright. A serious salute to Uncle Qin!

This is a tribute to a veteran and a hero!

The City Lord's Mansion was not far away, and Han Bing was startled by the sudden sound, especially the sky-high murderous aura that dyed this small piece of sky red. Come and see what happened.

Just saw this scene.

in front of the tombstone,

The sound disappeared.

Uncle Qin stood there, the wind was blowing, and his military uniform was blown, but he didn't seem to notice anything, just stood there, charging at any time, like a sculpture, a monument that would not fall, staring in front of him air.

Lin Fan also sensed something was wrong. He had a bad premonition. His heart suddenly throbbed, and a deep sadness came to his heart, but he still couldn't believe it, and called out softly in a low voice. With a sound, "Grandpa Qin..."

But unfortunately, there has been no response.

Tears poured into his eyes, and with a thud, he knelt on the ground. Lin Fan vaguely remembered the three words that Uncle Qin said when he went to see Uncle Qin today.

"Xiaofan is here!"

"I've grown up! I've become a handsome boy."

"Uncle Qin is going to die today. Remembering that I haven't seen you for a long time, I just want to see you. Are you busy?"

Tears dripped down his face on the bluestone floor. At this moment, Lin Fan finally understood that Grandpa Qin really knew that he was going to die today. He prepared everything, but told him with a smile, as if everything was joking.

"I am a strong man. I have lived for more than two hundred years this year, and I am still a hundred years old, and the strong man has a hunch when he will die."

In today's scenes, Grandpa Qin's words echoed in his ears.

Lin Fan couldn't control it any longer, and cried aloud, why he didn't understand in advance, it turned out that he really felt something and knew that his life had come to an end, and this was asking himself to send him the last ride.

Long time no see, goodbye has become a farewell.

Uncle Qin really treated Lin Fan as his own grandson, but unfortunately he was busy with his studies and didn't go back for a long time.

"Okay, okay! Xiaofan has grown up and is amazing. In the future, 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 while. He naturally saw that the old soldier in front of him had lost his breath, and he must be someone important to Lin Fan.

A veteran who died in this way.

Even at the last moment, he was still thinking about killing aliens.

This is the true hero of mankind!

How should such a hero not deserve the respect of mankind, his reverence!

Han Bing stepped forward, wanting to flatten the body of the veteran who made him respectful and remove the weapon, but when he walked in front of him, he gasped and felt his scalp numb. In front of him, I felt how terrifying that murderous aura was, and the knife that was about to be cut down at any time made Han Bing's outstretched hand tremble constantly, as if Uncle Qin was still alive at this moment, and the knife could be cut at any time. He would fall, and he quickly took a step back, only to find that his forehead was covered in cold sweat.

Delusion? But the breath of death was so clear.

He has reached the fourth rank, his mental power has broken 100, and his spiritual sense is very accurate!

How strong is this old man?

Han Bing doesn't know, but this knife will definitely kill him! And he is a rank four!

"Let me do it!"

Lin Fan stood up at some point, bowed his head and stepped forward. Han Bing wanted to stop him, but hesitated for a while, but didn't say anything.

I saw Lin Fan walking to Uncle Qin's side, holding the tight hand that was about to be cut off at any time, and choked up, "Grandpa Qin, Xiaofan is here to see you off for the last ride! Xiaofan is here to assure you that you will Xiaofan will help you kill that alien race!"

Uncle Qin's originally tense hands were put down just like that, and the machete in his hand fell to the ground with a ding.

Lin Fan gently placed Uncle Qin on the ground, brushed his eyes with wide eyes, and whispered, "You can rest now!"

With Lin Fan's words, the chilling atmosphere in the air disappeared in an instant, only the sound of the wind whistling, and an old man lying still, his face was no longer hideous, 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. He was next to the huge stone tablet that died. He wanted to accompany his brothers. .

For the first time, Lin Fan also knew what Uncle Qin's full name was, Qin Dezhu.

Wu Ma is here too! Send Uncle Qin the last ride!

Lin Fan returned to the orphanage to clean up Uncle Qin's belongings. There was almost nothing, and he lived his life simply and concisely. He had no children, no daughters, and no relatives.

"You hold this knife. It was left to you by your grandfather Qin. It has been explained before. During your absence, he often mentioned you and told the children about your naughty and mischievous childhood. Every time someone He is always proud to say that your grades are the first in Windy City. The day you came out of the culture class, the first place in Windy City and the first place in Nanyang City, he was always happy. He drank a lot of wine. Sad, live with old Qin's beliefs." Wu Ma touched Lin Fan's head and comforted him.

"Yeah." Lin Fan nodded heavily, his eyes red again.

He put the long box on his back, glanced at the welfare home, glanced at Wu Ma, turned his head and left. The medals and medals were buried with Uncle Qin. Now there is only one knife in the long box. As long as he kills the enemy with a knife, one day, he will kill all the alien races that attack human beings, which is also Uncle Qin's wish.

In this life, for the first time, he made a big wish for others.

That night, Lin Fan dreamed of a million soldiers! It seems that Uncle Qin is also among them...