In 1985, I, Rambo, 39 years old, should have been running for Lamborghini to make a living, after a battle, I was arrested and reformed by labor, living a really simple and boring life, not to mention OK, better than Vietnam.
Still the familiar recipe, or the familiar suit, the hot man came to summon me again, and at first I refused, but who called me Rambo, and if I didn't go to the next scene, who would act? Red waves?
This time it was strange that it was not the colonel who directly assigned me the task, but this guy in the suit and leather shoes and the dog-like shape gave me orders. Why do I say that? You know why I'm so angry after reading it.
The mission was simple, run to the barracks where others should be empty, take a picture and come back, I have not done any work in the Great Rambo, and what about National Geographic magazine once.
Out of professionalism, I still sharpened my 40-meter knife and installed this H&K company's classic MP5 submachine gun, 9mm pistol bullets, in fact, I am quite worried about not enough bullets, after all, in the local area is basically Soviet equipment. But my worries are superfluous.
I have to mention my classic equipment compound bow and ancestral explosion arrow, this little guy is very strong, here is a pass, wait for me to start fighting and then slowly speak.
As soon as I opened the wave of skydiving, I stabbed Lou Zi, which was no way, goodbye to the beautiful Laika camera, goodbye to the Degun MP5. You must be wondering, isn't it a National Geographic mission? The camera is gone to shoot a hammer? I Rambo in, still taking pictures? Just shoot flat and you're done.
Got off the plane and ran half a mile to meet the love of my life, I didn't think of the connector of the year, su yan has its own effect of the current ten-level beauty, really pick one, but what is the joke? I'm not here to fight for my honeymoon, so take me to the concentration camp, don't talk nonsense, otherwise how will I play this straight man of steel.
Took a thief's ship (really a pirate's ship), came to this concentration camp that "should" be empty, and saw this little brother who smoked this cigarette? Tell Lao Tzu that this is empty? There are more people here than the neighborhood where I live, so I almost didn't come out to square dance. And the point is that there are indeed prisoners of war here, and there are quite a few.
I also took a picture of the yarn, which I didn't plan to take from the beginning. Without the slightest hesitation, I packed up my love bow Hoyt, ready to go in and catch one or two men to prove that the guy in the suit and leather shoes was bragging.
After all kinds of blood and headshots, I finally got a prisoner of war out, but it turned out that this was just the beginning.
The first is to be betrayed by these pirates, it's okay, Remington 870 pump shotgun, 12G bullets, one person and one send them to meet the professional team. Finally a patrol boat? One RPG-7 teaches you to be human, and I'm talking about the next life.
I was especially fighting in blood to save the prisoners of war, you are good, directly sold me, at this moment I finally know what this task means, it turns out that Vietnam is to capture prisoners of war to blackmail the government to lose money, the government asked me to come and prove that the prisoners of war have died barely without giving a penny, the dignity of the United States is worthless in front of 4 billion reparations, of course, I Lambo in their eyes is not as good as Lamborghini.
I am certainly bound to accept the beatings of society, but after all, I am the protagonist, and I will certainly not be tortured for a long time, otherwise this drama cannot be done.
There is no danger, the little sister still brought her ancestral MAC-10 to save me, this MAC is not apple that MAC, the theoretical rate of fire reached 1100 rounds per minute, it can definitely hit the Vietnamese called Daddy.
I managed to escape, but I lost my beloved, do even the heavens want me to continue to be a straight man of steel? This sincere love lasted only for about one minute and thirty seconds, and I rambo talked about this thirty-second love in my life. I don't know if these Vietnamese old Maozi are good people or bad people, this is for God to judge, and my task now is to send them to see God.
Seeing this familiar back, everyone should be very clear, steel straight man Rambo I, again to reconnect to the server.
After a meal of operation, I don't know who is more cruel than this gang, Lao Tzu just came back from the Vietnam War, the jungle is my territory, and slaughtering you guys is really as simple as breathing.
Although this kind of explosive arrow is not as powerful as a 40mm grenade or something, it is easy to blast your cars, helicopters and so on to the slag.
It seems that at that time, you Vietnamese guy killed my only girlfriend in this life, then it seems that my phrase "I TM social security" can only be used on you, before the explosion of arrows to hit the vehicle often hit, hit people? You were the first to eat an explosive arrow.
I just finished blowing up an enemy family, you old Maozi will send me a new toy, this time it is not my turn to Rambo to turn over, tell you to empty the barracks, call you empty the city plan, and now Lao Tzu will come to hollow you out.
Rescue prisoners also do not forget to come to a famous scene, one-handed continuous shooting M60E3, directly from the helicopter to remove the very fierce, the base is still connected, convenient to wait for the next load back, the audience in front of the mobile phone must not learn my one-handed blast this thing, no point of strength I am afraid even to pick up is difficult, this guy is generally only installed on the vehicle to play.
I treat you warmly, you TM take the Mi-24 to beat me, not to say so much, I slightly calculated to take out my M72 LAW is a shot past, although this M27 is not as rough and direct as the RPG, but in the light is not to say, and a shot past the use of the abandonment without worries. After playing this Mi 24, I basically finished the final boss and can successfully go back, and there is a person I need to meet in person.
This dead fat man was actually dead when I called him Dead Fat Man, so I concentrated all my strength on the tip of this knife, and suddenly burst this stainless steel table, scaring his original three chins into four chins, and I let him go, and I let go of myself.
Finally I sang and dared to ask where the road was, and walked slowly to the distance, I didn't know where I was going, and the director didn't call the card, so I had to go all the way, all the time awkwardly, hoping to walk to a pure land without machine guns and no Mi 24.