Chapter 304: The Story of Sangkun

Lin Tianchu chose a pool mouth, but did not take off his clothes and soaked it.

"Oh?" Sang Kun was slightly stunned, "Mr. Lin, you are not bold enough!"

Lin Tianchu did not respond, but just smiled, and Sang Kun was not difficult for Lin Tianchu. After all, he knew that Chinese people were more reserved.

Reaching to the edge of the pool, he took a couplet from the belt of his untied military uniform, ordered his men to bring a clean set of clothes to stay outside, then lit a cigar, and swallowed casually.

"Cuban cigars, are you interested?" After enjoying it for a while, Sang Kun asked Lin Tianchu.

Lin Tianchu shook his head, "I don't take drugs!"

"Ha ha." Sang Kun smiled and said, "Yes, what did I say just now?"

"You said, there is a story to tell." Lin Tianchu reminded.

"Yes, when you are old, you will be forgetful."

Sang Kun sighed, and Lin Tianchu could see that the overlord was not pretentious at this moment, and there was a faint sadness on his body.

Whether it's a hero or a hero.

Sang Kun can move from a soldier to the position of president of a country. Is he as successful? Unfortunately, he didn't believe that Cao Mengde had an old spirit of a thousand miles of ambition, and there was a trace of fatigue in his eyes.

Does he want to withdraw?

This is the most intuitive feeling for Lin Tianchu at this moment.

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"How many years ago was it?" Sang Kun opened his mouth slowly and turned his eyes, as if thinking, "It seems that... it was thirty years ago."

"Thirty years ago, there was a small tribe in Africa. There were so few tribes that the major language systems in the world did not translate the name of this tribe, and this unknown tribe had a 15-year-old soldier."

"I didn't join the army until I was fifteen years old for children in Africa. Ordinary baby soldiers joined the army at the age of eleven or two, and then three or four years each. As long as they don't live on the battlefield, many of them can get to the position of military hegemony. Although the status of military service has not been improved at all, at least, where he is In the small army, he is... the overlord!"

Overlord? One mountain can't accommodate two tigers, but the overlord often has only one, and only one. But no matter how small a small unit is, there are also 120 or 30 people,

That means that before those baby soldiers became overlords, most of them... The war mode in Africa is different from that of developed countries. They rely on flesh and blood to resist bullets and use their fists to touch the enemy's long knives.

Cruelty - the most realistic portrayal of the African theater.

"In those years, the little soldier was very naive... Ah, no, no, a 15-year-old child should be naive. This is the child's nature. What should I say?" Sang Kun began to meditate again.

Lin Tianchu didn't disturb him. Sang Kun couldn't help but make people feel a sense of pity.

"Well, by the way, it's numb." After thinking for a long time, Sang Kun finally thought of a suitable word and pointed to the sky: "In addition to numbness, there is also awe of the gods."

"God of God?" Lin Tianchu sneered, but Sang Kun didn't pay attention.

No matter what purpose he has come to say about his life for Lin Tianchu, at least it seems that he is really immersed in the past.

"At that time, he was very pitiful. He thought that as long as he died for the president, he would be taken care of by the gods. At that time, he did not know why the commander in the army would say that the president was the son of the gods, but he did not consider it. Naturally, he thought that what the governor said was right. "

"In the past, he dreamed that one day he could sacrifice gloriously for the president. In order to get the attention of the gods, he rushed to the front line in every war and faced the most dangerous situation."

"No one in the army likes him, and those little bullies also take pleasure in bullying him. The reason is ridiculous, because... his numb heart is not moved every time he kills the enemy. He likes to cut off the enemy's head and draw ancient patterns on his face with the enemy's blood!"

"In the eyes of the children in the army, he is like an evil devil. All children are afraid of him, and the best way to eliminate fear is to trample the person who scares him under his feet."

"The children here are not simple?"

Lin Tianchu finally spoke. He looked at Sang Kun, as if he wanted to see his shadow in those years from the eyes of this great President of C.

"Yes, in the civilized world, those little bullies bully bully their friends are nothing more than insulting them, and even beating them violently. However, this is a barbaric area. The way they bully their partners is not very wonderful, and it can be said that they are monotonous, that is, they don't have to use everything... kill me!"

When Sang Kun said, there was a deep contempt in his eyes. Did he despise those barbaric children in those years, or did he despise the backwardness of this land?

I believe that only Sangkun himself knows.

"It's him, not me." Lin Tianchu said after thinking for a moment.

"Yes, it's him."

Sang Kun also corrected that he is now the great head of state and is no longer the humble boy in those years.

Yes, he is talking about other people's stories.

A story that has no to do with itself and is destined not to make people happy from the beginning.

"Although facing the persecution of his companions and the crisis on the battlefield, he never retreated. He fantasized that with the growth of time, it had become his ideal."

"Isn't it ridiculous? The ideal is to die for a person who has nothing to do with him one day, but he has done a lot for the great president, the son of God... At the age of 16, he was a certain age, and it was time to fall in love, but the girl's tribal chief made the president dissatisfied, so..."

A trace of sadness emanates from Sang Kun's eyes, saying that who is treacherous and ruthless? Perhaps the reason why they can become treacherous heroes is not that they are really ruthless, but that they can bury their feelings deeply in their hearts!

"He killed the girl?"

Lin Tianchu exhaled. Although there was no bloody word in Sang Kun's story, he seemed to see a tragic picture.

"Not only that, he was named to follow the officer and destroyed the whole tribe, and what's more ridiculous is that he himself came from this tribe. His parents, brothers and sisters, and even the native dog raised in his family, all died at his hands."

"After destroying the tribe, he only had a trace of... unknown feeling. After a long time, he knew that this feeling was called grief, faint, but thousands of times, entangled in his heart."

"After grief, he was more happy. He felt that he was working for the president again. He could complete the appointment of the president excellently, although he was just a soldier, an insignificant soldier!"

Lin Tianchu's scalp was numb. He estimated that most of the small countries in Africa were like this. The people of Africa would be instilled with an inexplicable loyalty as soon as they were born. Therefore, the story Sang Kun told now is ridiculous, but it makes Lin Tianchu understand.

Parents, lovers, who die in their own hands can still fill his sense of mission in his heart?

This can no longer be defined by backwardness and barbarism. Perhaps, as Sang Kun said, it is a kind of numbness. African people have been doomed from the beginning. They have followed a tall and magnificent figure in their hearts all their lives, and this figure can be a hero or a useless straw bag.

"Grass bag? No, if you use a great president to describe the great president in his heart, this is an insult to the president. In fact, it is more appropriate to use a coward.

"At the age of 20, he miraculously did not die on the battlefield. Those little bullies died and the disabled were thrown into the mountains by the great president. But on the day he was 20 years old, the enemy entered the city and attacked the president's mansion."

"The enemy is like him, and their eyes are like him. They are the same numbness. It's just the god in their hearts. The evil root in his heart finally trampled the president under him." Kunsang patted the ground and motioned Lin Tianchu to say, "It's not an adjective, it's really stepping on the ground."

"Forgive me! What a brave speech. He saw with his own eyes that the son of the god, a powerful and invincible symbol, actually made a begging for mercy that only a coward could make. Sangkun's eyes were full of grief.

Lin Tianchu also felt depressed. He knew that Sang Kun was not sad for the president he followed.

The grief in his heart came from the destruction of his faith. The "forgive his life" broke his 20-year persistence and his 20-year dream.

Sang Kun is unfortunate, but at the same time he is also lucky. At least, he didn't really sacrifice for the "great" former C head of state. He is not worth it!