Chapter 267: [That man! 】

A farm in Apache County, Arizona.
　　 "Drive! Drive!"
　　 A black-brown horse is galloping on the farm. The middle-aged man sitting on the horse's back is waving his whip and directing the horse to run around.
　　Four horse legs ran happily on the grass, and the dust was flying for a while, and the brawny man on horseback showed murderous intent, as if an unwarranted enemy appeared in front of him, and he was riding a horse to the enemy.
　　 "Uncle Rambo! Uncle Rambo!"
　　 At this time, there is a young girl behind her, riding a brown horse galloping, her skillful movements of manipulating horses can be seen as a veteran who often rides a horse.
　　 Hearing someone calling himself, Rambo looked back and saw that it was his adopted daughter, Kabri. On that vicissitudes-stricken cheek, a loving expression suddenly appeared, "What's wrong with Kabri!"
　　 Kabri rode to Rambo's side quickly, pulled the horse rope, stopped, smiled and said: "Aunt Baraza asked me to call you home for dinner."
　　 "Is it done so soon?" Rambo turned the horse's head, controlled the horse and gently walked to Kabri's side and said, "Go, let's go home for dinner."
"Ok!"
　　 The two rode horses on their way home.
　　 on the way.
　　 Rambo asked, "How many days are there to go to school?"
　　 "Half a month." Kabri replied.
　　 She will enter university in half a month and become a college student. The school she chose is in another state, which is thousands of kilometers away from Arizona. I am afraid that she will go to school this time and will not return until the Christmas holiday.
"Only half a month is left, time flies so fast." Rambo looked at Cabrie's well-behaved appearance, and sighed slightly in his heart. Ten years have passed in the blink of an eye, remembering Cabrie's thinness at the time. With her body and stubborn eyes, she did not expect to grow into such a big girl.
　　Cabré saw that Rambo was not in a good mood, so he pursed his lips and said, "Okay, Uncle Rambo, don't worry, wait for the holiday, and I will come back to see you and Aunt Baraza."
　　 "I will have nothing to do with your Aunt Baraza, it is still you. Go to the school so far away. You must keep everything to yourself. Remember what I said to you."
　　 "I know Uncle Rambo, I will remember what you say."
　　 Seeing that Kabri didn't want to listen to his nagging, Rambo chuckled lightly and didn't care. He waved his horse whip and shouted, "Let me see if your skills have regressed."
　　 "Let's compare it!"
　　 Kabri laughed out loud and looked at Rambo, who was already rushing out. He immediately waved his whip, manipulating the sitting horse to speed up to follow.
try{mad1(\'gad2\');}catch(ex){}　　……
　　 It's more than one in the afternoon.
After lunch, Rambo came to the cellar as usual, walked to a stove, took out a lighter and lit the weeds in the stove, watching the flames gradually devour the weeds, becoming more and more vigorous, and added a little firewood to it. And coal. After the stove burned red, he picked up a few iron blocks on the ground and threw them into the stove.
When 　　 was not long, there was a sound of "ding-ding-dang-dang" in the cellar.
　　 The fiery red flames set off Rambo's vicissitudes of cheeks. The hammer hit the gradually forming iron block one after another, sparks splattered everywhere, he endured the high temperature and continued to beat him.
　　 hit the iron!
　　 This is what Rambo will do every day after he settles here.
　　Because only desperately hitting the iron, desperately volatizing physical energy, making himself exhausted, can Rambo forget those memories buried deep in his mind, those memories of battle that will never be forgotten.
　　 A little bit of time passed.
　　 After Rambo quenched the formed dagger, he picked up the tools on the side and started polishing.
　　 "Good afternoon. Uncle Rambo." Suddenly Kabri's voice came from the other side of the cellar.
　　 Rambo raised his head and looked over, smiled and said, "Good afternoon Kabri!"
　　 "I have fed Jason and them, and they are resting in the stable." Kabri said while rubbing his fingers while looking at Rambo.
　　 "This is good!" Rambo didn't notice the thoughts of the little girl in Kabri, and continued to polish his head dullly.
　　 Kabri hesitated for a few seconds, walked over and said, "What are you doing?"
　　 "I will prepare you a gift for further studies." Rambo raised the dagger that was gradually shining in his hand and said, "A dagger made by Damascus steel."
　　 Kabri twitched the corners of his mouth, and said helplessly: "It looks great."
"It's great!" When he thought that he once had a dagger exactly like this one, Rambo couldn't help sighing. When he was in Vietnam, he used the same style as this dagger. Landed in Vietnam.
　　 At this time, Rambo glanced at Kabri, and seeing her worried, couldn't help raising his eyebrows and asking: "Are you looking for me?"
"Hmm..." Kabri was entangled and wanted to say it, but she was afraid that Rambo was angry. After hesitating for a long time, she suddenly saw a sketch on the wall and subconsciously said: "Uncle Rambo, why did you stay? It’s been so many years since I drew this sketch? Who is he? Is your good friend?"
　　 "He!"
　　 Rambo looked back at the slightly yellowed sketch on the wall. Decades have passed. The lines on it have gradually faded, but the silhouette of this man can still be seen clearly.
try{mad1(\'gad2\');}catch(ex){}　　 "Well, who is he? Why didn't I hear you and Aunt Baraza." Kabri nodded hard. A real expression on his face.
Kabri is really curious about the man in the portrait. Since she was a child, she has seen this portrait in Rambo’s study, which was later moved to the cellar. For so many years, the portrait has not been moved. She has Sometimes I wonder if Rambo is G.
Looking at the curious Kabri, Rambo hesitated to speak, because he didn’t know how to introduce this man, because they had only met twice. After hesitating for a few seconds, he introduced: "He is the one I once Comrades in arms."
　　 "Comrade-in-arms?" Kabri was taken aback, and then he guessed that he might be a comrade-in-arms who had sacrificed.
"Yeah! Comrade in arms!" Rambo's eyes flashed, as if he was back decades ago, when he had just come down from the Vietnam War~EbookFREE.me~ when he returned to his hometown from the army, he had an encounter with the sheriff in a small town. After the conflict, at a critical juncture, I ran into this man who claimed to be a hunter.
　　 At this time, Rambo suddenly remembered that when he first met this man, the other party called himself Stallone. If he hadn't been forced to ask him later, the other party had said his real name Gu Ren, I am afraid that he still didn't know the other party's real name.
　　 During the second meeting, Rambo couldn't remember it a bit. He just remembered that Gu Ren approached him and asked him to complete a task together. As for the task, Rambo thought about it for many years, but didn't remember what it was.
　　 Recalling these past events, Rambo looked at his old hands and couldn't help sighing.
　　 More than thirty years have passed, and I don’t know what happened to this one.
Cabré saw the sadness on Rambo’s face, and heard him sigh again, knowing that she must have remembered something in the past. After thinking about it, she finally didn’t tell her about Rambo, because she was afraid that Rambo was sad. .
　　……
　　 on the road one hundred kilometers away from where the Rambo farm is located.
　　 There was a puff of smoke, and under the electric light, a human figure gradually formed.
　　 Fortunately, except for the wasteland, there is no one else nearby. Otherwise, seeing this scene, I thought it was the Terminator coming!
"Connected to the Internet? It seems to be the Internet age." Looking at the signal on the special mobile phone, Gu Ren looked around and found a signal tower in the distance, confirming that he was in the world of Rambo. The Internet age.
　　 In this way, it is much easier to find Rambo, and my sports car can finally be used.
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