Chapter 601: Chongshan Junling (ten)

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"What are you doing, Xiao Wang Ba Dan?" The fat man jumped anxiously and lowered his throat. "Observe, hurry back. Dad and uncles are having fun. It's okay. I'll come to you in a minute."
"Dad ..... Woo ..... Dad!" The little fart child hugged the fat man's thigh.
"Go, go." The fat man's lowered voice was extremely sad.
"I won't go," the little fart cryed.
"Oh ..." The fat man felt Fogo's interest gaze, and raised his head, revealing a flattering smile: "General, let's say ours, this child's dad is my friend, and he died early."
Fagor suddenly stretched out his hand with a blank expression, grabbed the collar of the little fart boy and lifted him up.
The fat man's face changed, anxiously said: "Don't ..." The sound just stopped, and he stopped. He just looked at Fogo with complicated eyes.
"It's a pretty little boy ..." Fogo, holding his little ass, let him face him and smiled.
"Let me down, woo, let me down ..." The little fart boy struggled desperately, his body only fell down, and his dirty face looked like a poor little cat.
"Tell me what your name is, and I will let you down." Fogo turned his gaze and looked at the fat man without looking back.
"Let me down ..." The little fart boy struggled desperately, crying, his stubborn willfulness, and he did not take Fogo's question at all.
"You said he was not your son," Fogo was obviously not interested in entangled with a completely ignorant child. He raised his eyebrows at the fat man with a smile. It's just that this smile looks very cold.
"General ... General ..." The fat man struggled, his eyes flickering, and the flesh on his face pumped.
The smile on Fogo's face grew colder and he stretched out his hand. The soldier on the side drew an energy pistol from his waist and turned the handle to prepare it for him.
Upon seeing the gun, the fat man's face completely changed. Hesitation and struggle turned into panic and begging in a flash, exclaimed: "Yes, he is my son, he is my son!"
The little fart boy in Fogo's hands struggled more fiercely, and his short hands and short legs waved desperately, crying: "Let go of my dad, let go of my dad ..."
Fogo took the gun and unexpectedly agreed to the request of the little fart boy, and shouted at the soldier of Jeppen next to the fat man: "Let him go."
The soldiers let go of the fat man carefully, but the muzzle was always tightly aimed at the fat man. As long as he moved slightly, they would immediately shoot, even if they didn't hit the point, they would also waste his hands and feet.
The fat man, who let go of his hand, looked at Fogo blankly, trying to step forward, but stopped stiffly.
"General Vergo ..." The fat man finally collapsed. He stared at the little fart boy with tears in his eyes and begged incoherently: "This is our adult's business. It has nothing to do with the children. Please , Let him go. I will do what you want me to do, just let my son go, he is just a child. "
At the end of the day, the fat man's emotions were completely out of control, and his tears and his nose ran down.
"Please, please !!!"
As soon as Fogo let go, the little fart fell to the ground.
Disregarding the guns of the soldiers beside him, the fat man rushed up and hugged the little boy. The little fart child also hugged the fat man's neck and climbed up crying ...
"Xiaobao ..."
"father......"
Fatty big and small looked at each other affectionately, crying with a headache.
In front of the TV, there was silence. The audience stood silently, and many people turned their heads away and couldn't bear to look at it again.
No one expected that this rescue would eventually become what it is now. The red armored forces have been surrounded. The fat man with white flesh chose to surrender without blood. At the thought of the flattering face of this guy when he surrendered, the greedy look of life and death, everyone wanted to punch that fat face.
However, even if they hated the fat man's surrender just now, they must not sympathize with the encounter between the father and the son.
That little boy is only three or four years old!
And some women, as soon as the little boy appeared, had completely attached his heart to this cute little boy. They covered their mouths and burst into tears, but their eyes were wide, and they stared at the boy like a little cat. Wish to rush into the TV to hug the boy out of his arms.
"Xiaobao ..."
"father......."
The fat man shed tears and let go of the little boy in his arms, stroking its hair and wiping its tears.
The two looked at each other affectionately and hugged them tightly again, as if holding the most precious baby in the world, even one minute and one second.
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In the frontline headquarters, Li Cunxin and others who had just been connected to the aircraft carrier Hermod by the transport ship looked at the screen with a heavy face. For a while, no one knew what it was like in his heart.
Felek sat down on his chair, covering his face with his hands. Sophie was already crying in tears.
The little boy was once held in his arms. But now, he is in a desperate situation on the battlefield, with all the soldiers in the death camp.
Tears blurred his eyes, and Sufi, who could n’t bear to look back, turned his head .......
Behind her, Milan and Boswell greeted her eyes, covering her forehead painfully, without the slightest sorrow on her face.
In the Allied Command, the generals looked at the virtual screen.
The development of things has exceeded everyone's imagination. They originally thought that, either, it would be a tragic elegy, or it would be a victorious escape to the ring. But now ...
Hastings stared dumbfounded at the little boy on the screen and asked in a low voice: "Maggie ... it's the one ..."
Margaret nodded her head, bit her lip, and buried a blushing face in her arm.
In the corner of the room, Bernadotte hides from everyone's eyes, his face is blue ... The most wrong thing he has done in his life is to mold this fat man into a federal hero!
This old face is all up by this fat man!
On the screen, the two fat men were still crying with a headache, desperately interpreting their father and son.

"General Vergo," the fat man let go of his crying heart, and the little fart boy who had rolled his eyes and fainted, pleaded to Fogo: "Can I let my son ..."
"If you obey, he will be fine." Fogo looked at the fat man quietly and interrupted him.
The scene in front of him was not imagined by Fogo. However, no matter whether the fat man and his son are deeply affectionate, they have nothing to do with him.
Three days ago, it was this fat man who led the army in front of him to wipe out a whole special battalion and made himself wrong. In these three days, as long as I think of the wrong turn at the crossroads of fate, and think of everything the fat man did, I feel like living in every day.
People who have never experienced this kind of pain will never understand it.
Unrecoverable remorse is the most painful emotion in life.
At this moment, looking at the pair of father and son in front of me, watching the surroundings have landed, but can only be surrounded by outside, dare not have any feisty Philippine armored forces and fighters flying in the sky, only the joy of victory is felt by Fogo And happy.
Everything is under your own control!
Just look at the feelings between this fat man and his son, he knows that he is willing to do anything for the little boy. This is more wonderful than just scratching him.
No rope, no need to spend a lot of time, as long as you use a gun on the little boy's head, this fat man can pay any price without hesitation.
Fogo looked at the time and couldn't delay it any longer.
"Major General Tian," Vergo Binbin said reasonably: "Perhaps, you need to contact your headquarters ..."
The fat man froze for a moment, then nodded desperately, pleased: "I will contact immediately, contact immediately ... I will let them go, let them all leave. They will listen to me, they will listen to me."
Fogo nodded and glanced at the red mecha groups still encircled in the circle and around Jay Peng's mecha, and his eyes narrowed: "But I think before that, you should let the soldiers under you lift the combat mode and come out to surrender. . "
"Good," the fat man nodded in a hurry, then turned around and yelled, "all turn off the engine and release the combat mode. Surrender, we surrender."
However, the fat man's cry did not get a response from the red mech group.
Can't help being so, because several red mechas were disturbed by the fat man's cry, and almost triggered the attack of the surrounding Jeppeng mechas. The atmosphere between the two sides was not only disappeared, but more intense. The Chakner mech clusters in the periphery also subconsciously attacked after a commotion in the center.
The whole battlefield was like a pond rippled by a stone. With the chain reaction caused by the commotion, the atmosphere suddenly became tense.
This unexpected scene suddenly shocked Fogo with cold sweat.
"General ..." The fat man was obviously startled too, and hugged the crying little gasp boy back two steps and said to Fogo in a panic: "... These fighters are all Chuckners. I only lead them temporarily. They force them to surrender. They will not accept them. I need to contact the headquarters first ... "
With that said, the fat man flinched and looked around at the Jeppeng soldiers who were staring around, hesitantly pointed to the command mech that was not far away: "Can I use the electronic communication system of the command mech ... .. "
Fogo nodded without hesitation. With a wave of his hand, he ordered the mecha door to open. Several soldiers with guns entered the mech alert first under his direction.
Seeing the fat man holding the crying little boy to the command mech, Fogo strode up.
He will not allow fat men to move other mechas, but he is not worried about command mechas that cannot be controlled by himself. In the spacious cockpit of the command mech, facing the muzzle of five or six energy guns, even the gods dare not act lightly. Moreover, the child in the hands of the fat man is his shackles!
Entering the mech, Fogo suddenly saw the little boy lying on the shoulder of the fat man and blinked strangely at himself.
"Fool!"
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