Arizona, inside a farm in Apache County.

"Driving!Driving!"

A black and brown horse was racing on the farm. The middle-aged strong man sitting on the back of a horse was waving the whip in his hand and directing the horse to run around.

Four horse legs ran happily on the grass, and for a moment, the strong man on the horse's back showed murderous intent, as if a false enemy appeared in front of him. He was riding his horse and galloping towards the enemy.

"Uncle Rambo! Uncle Rambo!"

At this time, there was a young girl behind her, riding a brown horse. Her skillful movements of controlling the horses could be seen as a veteran who often rode horses.

Hearing someone calling him, Rambo looked back and saw that it was his adopted daughter, Cabrey. His cheek, which had been suffering from vicissitudes, suddenly showed a loving expression, "What's wrong with Cabrey!"

Cabrey rode a horse and quickly came to Rambo's side. He pulled the rope and stopped and said with a smile: "Aunt Barazar asked me to call you home for dinner."

"Is it done so soon?" Rambo turned his horse's head and controlled the horse to walk gently to Cabrey and said, "Let's go home for dinner."

"Um!"

The two rode their horses on their way home.

On the way.

Rambo asked, “How many days will you go to school?”

"Half a month." Cabrey replied.

She will be admitted to university in half a month and become a college student. The school she chose is in another state, thousands of kilometers away from Arizona. I am afraid that this time I will have to wait until the Christmas holiday to come back.

"Only half a month is left, time passes so fast." Rambo looked at Cabrey's well-behaved appearance and sighed slightly in his heart. Ten years have passed in the blink of an eye. Thinking of Cabrey's thin body and stubborn eyes, he didn't expect to grow into such a big girl.

Cabrey saw that Rambo was in a bad mood, and pursed his lips and said, "Okay, Uncle Rambo, don't worry, I will come back to see you and Aunt Barazha when the holiday is on."

"Your Aunt Barazar and I will be fine. You are going to such a faraway school. You must ensure everything you have to remember. What I told you."

"I know Uncle Rambo, I will remember everything you say in my heart."

Seeing that Cabrey didn't want to listen to his nagging, Rambo chuckled, didn't care, and waved his whip and shouted, "Let me see if your skills have regressed."

"Then let's see!"

Cabrey laughed loudly, looked at Rambo who had already run out, immediately waved his whip and controlled the sitting horse to speed up and follow him.

...

It's past one pm.

After lunch, Rambo came to the cellar as usual, walked to a stove, took out a lighter and lit the weeds in the stove. He watched the flames gradually swallowing the weeds and became more and more vigorous, and added a little firewood and coal to it. After the stove was burning red, he picked up a few iron blocks on the ground and threw them into the stove.

Soon, the sound of "ding ding dangdang" ironclad sounds heard in the cellar.

The fiery red flames, facing Rambo's vicissitudes of cheeks, hit the gradually forming iron blocks one after another, and sparks flew everywhere. He endured the high temperature and continued to beat.

Iron-smash!

This is what Rambo has to do every day after he settled here.

Because only by struggling hard and evaporating physical strength and exhausting yourself, can Rambo forget the memories buried deep in his mind and the fighting memories that will never be forgotten.

Time passes by little by little.

After Rambo quenched the molded dagger, he picked up the tool beside him and started polishing.

"Good afternoon. Uncle Rambo." Suddenly, Cabrey's voice came from the other end of the cellar.

Rambo looked up and smiled and said, "Good afternoon, Cabrey!"

"I've already fed Jason and the others and are resting in the stead." Cabrey said as he rubbed his fingers and looked at Rambo.

"This is very good!" Lambo did not notice Cabrey's little girl's thoughts and continued to polish her head with her head down.

Kabri hesitated for a few seconds, walked over and said, "What are you doing?"

"I will prepare you for the gift of going to school." Rambo raised the dagger that was gradually shining in his hand and said, "a dagger made of Damacus Steel."

Cabrey pulled the corner of his mouth and said helplessly: "It looks great."

"It's great!" When Rambo thought of his once had a dagger that was exactly the same as this one, he couldn't help but sigh. When he was in the Vietnam War, he used the same style as this dagger, but unfortunately he finally landed in Vietnam.

At this time, Rambo glanced at Cabrey, and saw her worried look, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows and asked, "Do you have something to ask me?"

"Well..." Cabrey was entangled and wanted to say it out, but she was afraid that Rambo would be angry. After hesitating for a long time, she suddenly caught a sketch on the wall and said subconsciously: "Uncle Rambo, why have you kept this sketch for so many years? Who is he? Are your good friend?"

"He!"

Rambo looked back at the slightly yellowed sketch on the wall. Decades have passed, and the lines on it have gradually faded, but he can still see clearly that it is the outline of the man.

"Yeah, who is he? Why didn't I hear you tell Aunt Barazha?" Cabrey nodded his head vigorously, with a real expression on his face.

Capri was really curious about the man in the portrait. Since she was a child, she saw this portrait in Rambo's study, and later moved to the cellar. The portrait has not been moved for so many years. Sometimes she doubts whether Rambo is G.

Looking at the curious Cabrey, Rambo wanted to speak out because he didn't know how to introduce the man, because they had only met twice, and hesitated for a few seconds, he introduced: "He is a comrade-in-arms of mine."

"Comrade-in-arms?" Cabrey was stunned, and then he guessed in his heart that he might have been a comrade-in-arms who had sacrificed his life.

"Well! Comrades!" Lan Bo's eyes flashed, as if he had just returned to the Vietnam War. When he had just returned from the Vietnam War, he had a conflict with the sheriff in a small town. At any critical moment, he met this man who claimed to be a hunter.

At this time, Rambo suddenly remembered that when he first saw this man, the other party called himself Stallone. If it weren't for the questioning later, the other party said his real name Gu Ren, he would probably not have known the other party's real name until now.

During the second meeting, Rambo couldn't remember it anymore. He only remembered that Gu Ren came to him and asked him to complete a task together. As for what task it was, Rambo thought about it for many years, but he didn't remember what it was.

Looking back on these past events, Rambo looked at his old hands and couldn't help but sigh.

More than thirty years have passed in a flash, and I don’t know how this person is doing.

When Capri saw the sorrow on Rambo's face, he sighed again, knowing that he must have remembered some past events. After thinking about it, he still couldn't tell me about what he had asked Rambo because she was afraid that Rambo would be sad.

...

On the road a hundred kilometers away from the location of Rambo Farm.

A smog of smoke filled the air, and under the interweaving of lightning, a human figure gradually took shape.

Fortunately, there are roads nearby, and there are no one else there. Otherwise, when I saw this scene, I thought the Terminator had arrived!

"Have you linked to the Internet? It seems that it is the Internet era." Looking at the signals on the special mobile phone, Gu Ren looked around and found a signal tower in the distance, confirming that he was in the Rambo World and had entered the Internet era.

In this way, it is much easier to find Lambo, and my sports car can finally be driven out and used.

…
Chapter completed!