Chapter 593: Warm treasure, I am hurting 243

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After three months of fighting, it was finally a surprise attack in the middle of the night, completely defeating the border line between the Qiangguo and the Southern Dynasties. The squadron rushed to the border of the country and made the cornerstone of success for the future attack. The thousand embassies suffered heavy losses, and they were willing to fight with the squadron again. They soon lost their helmets and ran away...
This time, I was able to triumphantly return, and Qian Qianmo can also plan to reward the soldiers in the army. Of course, this is also the matter after returning to the city. What you want to do now is to take a rest, wait for this. After a night of refueling, the class teacher returned to the DPRK.
Three months said that the length was not long, and that the short was not short. He was separated from the number of warmth for four years before he was able to reunite. At this moment, he naturally could not wait to fly back to see his wife and children...
But this night, Qian Qianmo received an urgent report from the emperor.
In the night of the southern border, the sand is very large, and it whizzes past.
Thousands of inks only killed the hands of countless enemies. At this moment, holding the letters, they shook slightly.
There are not many contents in the letter, but the thousands of inks clearly and clearly see the most smoldering six words, just like a sharp knife with a poisonous spurt into the internal organs, even the moment, even breathing cant--
Childish, critically ill.
Quick return.
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How could Qianxiu forget it? When he went out, the little guy was grievously holding him and saying that he should not walk away. He was very sad at the time, but he had to leave. He promised to be young. I have to teach her a lot of skills. Now that she has won the battle, he is going to go back to see his little girl, but there is such a bad news...
How long ago was this...
The number of warmth has never come to the book since the beginning...
As long as he thought of it, the number of warmth was not to make him a dilemma on the battlefield. In order to let him play this battle well, and he alone suffered it, he was like a knife.
How about the number of warmth is also a little girl who needs to be taken care of by people. She is a person, she is a person.
The two people he loves the most, when he is suffering from unprecedented pain, he is not by their side.
What qualifications does he have to say that he can protect them for the rest of his life? He does not even protect his daughter!
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When the sky was just bright, he drove out of the southern city, and the smoke had gradually subsided in the night, but the invisible air gave people a feeling of depression.
There is still a kind of miss, which is a thought that spans thousands of miles but still goes back to the end.
Qian Qianmo was galloping in the sand. He didn't know how tired he was, but he didn't know how hard it was. He only knew that he was going to his little girl.
He didn't even dare to imagine that if he couldn't catch up, if he couldn't return to Beicheng in time, what would happen to the Youth League, how would the warmth be...
In the mountains and rivers, the horses that are galloping, the dusty leaves, the earth in the air, and finally buried in the sand...
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The wind is so big, the child is lying on the couch of the carriage, coughing from time to time.
The number of warmth was covered with a thick blanket on the little guy, and from time to time he had to raise his hand to pull down the wind and blow open the curtains of the car.