Return of the God of War: The Vest Boss is A and Sassy

Qinghuang was wearing a black shirt with two buttons on the neckline unbuttoned at will, revealing a **** Adam's apple. The two extreme colors of black and white were distinct and blended perfectly.

His skin is very white, his black hair falls on his fair skin, and the lines and curves from the brow bone to the bridge of the nose are like sculptures.

He helped the glasses on his nose, and after a long time he responded, "With me here, the sky won't fall."

In Yangguan City, the morning sun filled the sky, and the heavy snow fell, and the weak sunlight fell on everyone's shoulders.

An Youze put his goose feather coat on Qing, and he walked slowly to the front of the army with a touch of melancholy in his eyes.

"Bring my wine glass." Qing Huang slightly shook off the thick snow on his body, it seemed that his body was not very good.

"Fourth Master, your wine glass."

Leng Feng took out a nine-dragon cup from behind. It was made of bronze and belonged to the ancient times.

He looked at the glass that was as bright as emeralds, his eyes were slightly stunned, and then a teardrop dripped from the corner of his eyes.

"Sister, fourth brother misses you."

Thinking of the little girl who always used his cup as water to drink when she was a child, her heart tingled slightly, and the tears in her nose were sour.

Taking the wine glass, there was a trace of grief in his eyes.

"Fourth Master, you want to mourn, if Miss Zai Tianzhi Ling knows, she also doesn't want to see you sad." Leng Feng said slightly.

The soldiers of the Xia Kingdom secretly turned their heads away and wiped the tears from their eyes.

"Qing, thank you here, thank you for accompanying Han every day."

He bent down slightly, picked up a glass of snow from the snow, put it into the Kowloon Cup, the snowflakes fell on his shoulders,

Fill up, get up.

He raised his glass and shouted to the army of three thousand countries present.

"This cup of boiling snow, I respect the Emperor Yan, the soldiers of the Xia Kingdom, and all the heroes in the world who have sacrificed for peace."

said,

He raised his glass high and drank it against the sky.

Feng Yan was in his arms and scribbled for planning.

The faces of all the soldiers and soldiers showed grief on their faces. Thinking of Emperor Yan who died in battle, and all the people, they were so excited that they were speechless as if their hearts had been gouged out.

"Woo woo woo, Sister Yan Huang, we miss you so much."

finally,

In the Holy Gate, a seventeen-year-old girl in armor was sobbing in grief.

Qing Huang's eyes dimmed, he took out a rose from the inner test of his clothes, "Yangguan is winter, and tomorrow is May 20th outside, my sister loves romance the most, I don't want her to be lonely in heaven tomorrow. "

He opened his mouth slightly,

"Leng Feng, distribute the roses I have prepared, one for each person, to the lovers of the soldiers and soldiers, so that they can also celebrate their last Valentine's Day."

His tears were sparse.

Everyone knows that 99% of the people here, tomorrow's 520, may be their last holiday.

The wind is getting stronger and stronger, and the snow is getting bigger and bigger.

The Qing Emperor wrapped his mink fur tightly and looked straight at the soldiers.

The three thousand military marshals and horses led the family members of the soldiers and came forward to get the roses that were prepared, bright red roses, and roses dripping with blood.

And all the soldiers stood upright in the snow, their eyes always looking straight ahead, as determined as iron, they not only died for victory, but also for their most important people.

The lovers of the soldiers, the friends of the soldiers, and the family members of the soldiers, holding roses in their hands, said their last farewell to them.

"Haoran, if you come back alive from the front line, I will take you home to meet my parents and be your girlfriend." Tears dripped from the girl's eyes, holding roses in both hands, "You must come back alive. "

She is a student of the Imperial Academy, this Haoran is a student of Yancheng University, a student of Teacher Xu Wei.

"Jiajun, your three children, I can't support them alone, you must come back alive." The middle-aged woman looked at him with hope in her eyes.

The soldier took the rose and showed a faint smile, "It depends on luck, I will try my best."

Scenes of farewells continue to appear in the army.

A young girl stood silently in an inconspicuous corner of the army. Her family was killed, and so were her friends.

In this world, she has no second relative.

Looking at the scenes of farewells around her, she lowered her head silently, with tears in her eyes, trying not to let it flow out.

But she couldn't help it.

Tears were still flowing, and kept flowing.

Tears fell to the ground, and no one noticed her.

Until a bouquet of roses was handed in front of her eyes.

She raised her head slightly,

The moment he saw that handsome face, his eyes froze for a moment, and he froze in place for a moment, revealing a touch of inconceivable.

The man was wearing a black suit and had a tall stature. Even in such a chaotic world, he still exuded a fragrant smell.

In disbelief, she rubbed her eyes vigorously.

Only then did he open his mouth slightly, "Brother Shaoqing."

That's right, the young man in front of her is the artist of Tianwu Media, Shen Shaoqing from Gusu City, and the idol she has always liked silently.

Her heart is very excited.

Shen Shaoqing raised his eyebrows slightly and showed a smile.

"Sister Yuxi, thank you for always liking me. I gave you this bouquet of flowers. Happy 520."

He rubbed his clear hair, "When you come back alive, I will hold a concert for you alone, just for you."

Yu Qing's tears couldn't burst in an instant.

He leaned his head on Shen Shaoqing's shoulder and cried aloud. After crying for a long time, he finally stabilized his emotions.

"Thank you, brother Shaoqing, I will definitely live up to your expectations." Yu Xi smiled again with tears in her eyes, looking at him resolutely.

Shen Shaoqing looked slightly into the distance,

"If you accidentally die in battle, I will take over the spear in your hand."

His words were so calm.

Every day, countless people die on the front lines. In such a chaotic world, everyone is numb to the life and death of others, even their own.

They only know that only by fighting can they live, survive, and do what they want to do, otherwise everything is empty talk.

The morning sun is like fire, and the west wind blows the ruined building.

The parting is just around the corner, and the soldiers of the whole army rushed to the front line in the last laughter and laughter.

They sang freely, as if life and death had been left behind. At this moment, there are no decadent teenagers, only soldiers who are not afraid of death.

The Qing Emperor slowly stood on the front chariot.

He waved his hand violently, "Let's go!"

In an instant,

Tanks, combat vehicles, infantry, helicopters, fighter jets, aircraft carriers, destroyers, missile vehicles... All the high-tech weapons of human beings are all gathered together, and they are going to the capital of weapons.

this day,

Each soldier has a bouquet of roses hanging from his body.