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On a sunny weekend, Uncle Hiroshima sat in his living room, the sun shone through the curtains on him, reflecting a warm halo. The mouse in his hand slid gently, the screen flashed with the picture of "Warcraft 3", and the familiar melody sounded in his ears, instantly bringing him back to the era full of passion and dreams. Uncle Hiroshima is a person who loves games, especially "Warcraft 3". In his heart, this is not just a game, but also a symbol of the youth he spent with his brothers. Whenever he recalls those days, his heart is always full of warmth and nostalgia. His second brother Qingqiu and third brother Goudan are also loyal fans of "Warcraft 3". Qingqiu has a calm personality and likes to study tactics, while Goudan is a natural game genius with flexible operation and can always reverse the situation at critical moments. The three brothers often get together for fierce battles, and laughter fills the whole room. It was an autumn night, and the three brothers made an appointment for a game. The bet was that the loser would treat everyone to a week of takeout. Uncle Hiroshima chose the human race, Qingqiu chose the night elves, and Goudan chose the undead without hesitation. The game started, and the tense atmosphere filled the air. The three of them were all focused, afraid of missing any details. Uncle Hiroshima quickly built his base, sent farmers to collect resources, and trained soldiers. His strategy was to develop quickly and produce knights and mages as soon as possible. Qingqiu took advantage of the concealment of the night elves and quietly arranged multiple sentries on the map to observe Uncle Hiroshima's movements. Goudan quietly accumulated strength on the side, preparing to attack at the right time. As time went on, the battle became more and more intense. Uncle Hiroshima's knight team gradually took shape and prepared to attack Qingqiu. Just as he was about to attack, Goudan suddenly attacked from the side, and the skeleton army of the undead surged like a tide. Uncle Hiroshima was caught off guard and instantly fell into a passive position. "Goudan, you brat!" Uncle Hiroshima shouted angrily, but Goudan smiled very proudly and continued to command his army. Seeing this, Qingqiu immediately seized the opportunity, and the night elf archer shot out from behind the tree and accurately hit Uncle Hiroshima's knight. Uncle Hiroshima's heart tightened, knowing that he had been caught in a pincer attack. He quickly adjusted his strategy and tried to fight back, but the situation was irreversible. In the end, Uncle Hiroshima was defeated, and Qingqiu and Goudan cheered to celebrate the victory. Although he lost the game, Uncle Hiroshima didn't care. The laughter of his brothers made him feel extremely happy. As time went by, the lives of the three brothers became increasingly busy, and the pressure of work and family made them have little time to get together. Uncle Hiroshima often recalled those happy times alone late at night, and his heart was full of thoughts for his brothers. One day a few years later, Uncle Hiroshima suddenly decided to call his brothers. He thought that maybe they could get together again and relive the game time of the past. After the call was connected, Qingqiu and Goudan were very excited and immediately agreed to his proposal. On the appointed day, the three brothers gathered again at Uncle Hiroshima's home. Although the years have left traces on them, the tacit understanding between them remains the same as before. Uncle Hiroshima
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