Killed the tiaozi, joined the party, fought the leadership and won awards. Not to mention how many times he has single-handedly went into the tiger's den to rescue his compatriots after being incorporated.
Just a heavy machine gun shot multiple enemy generals in the face, and no one dared to talk about his appearance. As long as he shaved the stubble that is unique to mature men Clean and apply a layer of whitening bb cream to cosplay a famous Chinese singer...
But his body plate of the security door level, plus the tendon meat that is 100 times better than Billy Herrington, and more tenacious than Bell His survivability earned him the title of "Jagged Real Man". Thinking back to the time when the Soviet Union was fighting for hegemony, the US imperialists and Afghanistan were still a pair of dead friends.
I don't know if bin Laden, who has returned to the sky now, has heard his predecessors talk about a seven-foot giant who once tied a red belt on his head, went into battle naked, tightened his stomach, tightened his belly handle, and stuck the magazine to his enemy. Pressurized to kill those old Siberian dicks
That's right, this stern and dashing iron man on the battlefield never gave in to bullets and enemies, but who would have thought that he would cry like a child when he faced the reality after the war was over. That's because the Vietnam War gave Americans have left indelible scars on their psychology, especially those veterans who have witnessed the death of their comrades on the battlefield and returned home, but they are regarded as criminals by anti-war people who can't find a job. District patrolmen can bully others and get angry, and feel wronged by being abandoned by the indifference of the country and society, so whether it is slapping the captain of the urban management bureau, turning over the pony and choke the leader's neck, shooting office equipment, etc. In order to be purely heroic and handsome, he wants the most basic dignity, but national interests don’t care about personal life or death. There is a reclusive snake breeder, and the memories of those births and deaths seem to have turned into a contemptuous ridicule to the indifferent regime on the other side of the ocean. At this time, don't mention who the boss is because he has never been in the rivers and lakes, and don't question how handsome he is. Maybe he doesn't care that at most he will ask you "This is my handsome, how are you handsome?"
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