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(The following is an anti-theft chapter, excerpted from "How Steel Is Tempered"!!!)

First of all, I would like to express my apology to readers of other channels and platforms outside Qidian, anti-theft chapters, etc.... Actually, I refused at the beginning...

But now many game novels are being published, and the effect is pretty good... And the book is really a bit miserable!

So the question is, Ziyejun hasn't eaten for more than half a month....

Therefore, after soliciting readers' opinions in the book review area and gaining support, Midnight Jun tried to open the anti-theft chapter.

Please forgive the inconvenience caused by readers of other channels and platforms. If it is convenient, you can also try it. Click on the platform to try it.

Well... It's just a purple...

(Ps: If all orders are up after theft prevention, the update activity mentioned by Midnight Jun will still be effective!)

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The waves slapped the messy piles of stones at his feet, and the dry sea breeze from the distant Turkey blew his face. The coast of the harbor was irregularly bowed, and a breakwater made of steel and cement blocked the waves. The winding and rolling mountains extended to the seashore suddenly interrupted. White huts lined up among the peaks and stretched far away.

The ancient suburban park is quiet. The withered maple leaves swept by the autumn wind slowly fall on the path that has not been cleaned up for a long time and is overgrown with weeds.

An old Persian coachman pulled Paul from the city. When he helped the strange passenger get out of the bus, he couldn't help asking, "Why are you here? There are no girls, no theaters, only jackals wandering around here...What are you doing here? I really don't understand! Sir, let's take my car back!"

Kochajin paid for the car, and the old man left.

The park was empty and deserted. Paul found a bench by the sea and sat down, facing the sun, which was no longer so hot.

He took the bus to this secluded place to consider how to arrange his future life. It was time to summarize and make a decision.

With his arrival again, the conflicts in the Qiuchamu family intensified to the extreme. When the old man heard that he was coming again, he was furious, and was noisy at home, making trouble. It was Paul who took the lead in resisting. The old man did not expect that he would be strongly resisted by his wife and two daughters, so from the day Paul came for the second time, the family was separated. The two sides were hostile to each other and hated each other. The aisle leading to the old couple's room had been nailed to death, and a small room was rented to Kochajin. The rent had been paid to the old man in advance. He seemed to have calmed down quickly, because his two daughters went out and no longer asked him to bear the living expenses.

For diplomatic reasons, Albina also lived with the old man. The old man never went to the place where the young man lived, and he did not want to meet the hateful person. However, in the yard, he was like a locomotive, squirting smoke loudly, showing that he was the master here.

Before the old man went to work in the cooperative, he knew two craftsmanship and carpenters. Now, he treats the shed as a workshop and works in it whenever he has time to earn some extra money. He quickly moved the workbench to Paul's window, intending to make things difficult for the tenant. He knocks on the nails hard, feeling happy. He knows that this will prevent Paul from reading.

"You wait, one day I will drive you away from here..." He often murmured to himself.

In the distance, near the horizon, the smoke columns of ships spewed out stretched out like a dark cloud. A group of seagulls screamed and dived towards the sea.

Kochakin hugged his head with his hands and fell into deep thought. His life, from childhood to present, flashed in front of his eyes. How did he live in the past twenty-four years? Is it good, or bad? He looked back year after year, like an unselfish judge checking his life. As a result, he was very satisfied. He lived a pretty good life. Of course, because of his stupidity, youth, and more because of his ignorance, he also made many mistakes. But the most important point is that in the hot struggle era, he did not sleep, found his position in the cruel struggle to seize power, and there were also a few drops of his blood on the red flag of the revolution.

He had never left the team before his energy was exhausted. Now his body was broken and he could no longer hold his position. There was only one way to go into the rear hospital. He still remembered that in the fierce battle near Warsaw, a soldier was shot by a bullet and fell off his horse and fell to the ground. The comrades hurriedly bandaged his wounds, handed him to the ambulances, and continued to run forward and chase the enemy. The cavalry company did not stop moving forward because of the loss of a soldier. When fighting for a great cause, it was like this, and it should be like this. Of course, there were exceptions. He had seen machine gunners without legs sitting on machine gun cars and insisting on fighting. They were warriors who feared the enemy, and their machine guns sent death and destruction to the enemy. They became the pride of each team with their steel will and shot shooting skills. However, such people were rare.

Now, his body has completely collapsed and there is no hope of returning to the team. How should he deal with himself? He finally learned from Bazanova that he should be mentally prepared and he will encounter more terrifying things in the future. So, what should he do? This unsolved problem is like a gloomy black hole in front of him.

Since he has lost the most precious thing - the ability to fight, what is the meaning of living? Today, in a miserable tomorrow, what does he use to prove that he is not wasting his time? What should he use to enrich his life? Just eat, drink and breathe? Just as a helpless bystander, watching the comrades fight forward? So he became a burden to this team? Should he destroy this who has betrayed him...? Just shoot a shot in the heart, and all the problems are solved! In the past, he can live well, but now he should be able to end his life in time. A dying warrior is unwilling to struggle again, who can blame him?

From this day on, Paul will do it
Chapter completed!