Chapter 49

  I'm famous again!

  Firstly, I offended a lot of people and it's not just one or two, but a bunch of tough guys. Several of them have been saying they want to spar with me, the kind of sparring that won't stop until I'm defeated.

  This is great!

  Not even started practicing yet and I've already fallen down. It seems like it's still a bit of a powerless fall, but that's what makes it a more interesting joke.

  If you really ask, these tough guys are not the kind of people who just talk nonsense. At most, they would just smile, but the underlying message in that smile is "Is this quality bragging?" Isn't the strong point of a certain special forces unit not their eloquence?

  The belt around my waist also caused a stir.

  I really underestimated that brother who gave me a slap on the face.

  That brother is not very old, but that brother is really a military family and his origin and qualifications are absolutely no worse than those of the Huang Ming brothers.

  That brother was also a master of doing nothing, busy with nothing, and even forgot to put gunpowder in the coal stove. I guess that brother's old man was so angry that he sent him to the army in a fit of rage.

  It can be said that this is indeed a bit of abuse of power for personal gain, but the brother's later performance was enough to give their family old man face!

  The origin of that wooden board was one of the things that made their family's old master proud.

  That year, that brother participated in the action to a certain place. Both sides dispatched masters and were determined to win, so the casualties were more serious.

  That older brother was only sixteen years old at the time, and relying on a Soviet-made dagger, he killed his way through to the end, finally cutting open the belly of an opposing battalion commander. That older brother also took the Khukuri curved knife and belt from the battalion officer as a souvenir. The Khukuri curved knife was later given to Grandfather as a birthday gift, while that older brother kept the belt for himself.

  A sixteen-year-old boy, to be exact, a half-grown child, came back covered in blood from that bloody battlefield, surrounded by many masters. What else can make the old man who has been a soldier all his life proud?

  This brother became even more famous. That's simply the epitome of a prodigal son returning home. That's simply a legendary figure passed down among the descendants of military families.

  Now that armband symbolizing bravery, symbolizing tenacity, symbolizing the survivor, symbolizing invincibility, was actually given to a new recruit, still a mediocre new recruit, what's more sensational than this?

  Another thing that made me famous is my fellow villager and brother.

  I won't mention that brother's name, he's still inside making a big splash and causing a huge stir.

  That brother really carried me from the pirated Black Hawk and jumped down, using "Mom's B" as an opening to ask people to let us through, then sent me into the emergency room.

  The doctor finished the examination and said that I was just exhausted and had a slight injury on my waist, and it would be fine after taking good care of myself for a while. At this time, my brother scolded me loudly, pointing at me who hadn't woken up yet, saying "Damn it! You scared the hell out of dad!"

  To say it, I am the most comfortable one.

  After I had slept for a few hours, as soon as I opened my eyes, I saw my brother Kuang Ming squatting beside me with bloodshot eyes, and Yang Kejiang and two others were also transformed into different people but still looked at me with worried faces.

  I told you, brother, I think I've made a fool of myself. I lost face. My last contact point didn't arrive on time. I'm really...

  Kuang Ming brother said, "Bald head, you're a good kid, lie down and rest. You saved a brother, do you know that? If you didn't bring that brother onto the pirated Black Hawk, he would be in trouble..."

  The door of the ward opened before I could finish speaking, and I saw *** that old big shot from the mountain also wearing a tattered jacket with bloodshot eyes rushing in. As soon as he entered, he asked, "Where's that brother? Where's the brother who saved me ***?"

  Then he rushed over and grabbed my hand, saying "Brother, let's not say anything else for now. When you're better, we'll have a good drink together!"

  At that time, I could only be silly and smile. In fact, in my heart, I said, brother, please be gentle, your palm is also well-trained, if you grab me like this, do you believe I can pee from the pain?

  Three days of repair.

  Summarize the experience and lessons learned from individual cross-country processes, especially those that have made mistakes, and then summarize whether there are any areas for improvement and how to make this work more perfect.

  That brother can also get up after all, they are all people who have been trained hard, and their injuries recover faster than ordinary people. That brother and his mountain leader found me, then pulled Kuang Ming Gege and other brothers to say that we should gather together.

  I want to talk about Mongolian men in my eyes.

  That's the true descendant of Genghis Khan, inheriting his bold and heroic spirit without losing a bit, and excelling in it, that's the whole mighty man.

  Make friends with one's life and the feelings are like a strong liquor that intoxicates people.

  We shouldn't be drinking and there's a strict order against it, but that brother somehow magically produced two bottles of Cao Yuan Bai.

  As soon as the wine was poured into the big bowl, that brother said he couldn't drink because of his injuries and didn't dare to drink, wanting to save his life and continue wearing this armor. So let's just say after the martial arts competition is over, we'll have a good drink together!

  He simply raised his head and drank down the whole big bowl of prairie white wine.

  My freaking brother...

  Do you still want to keep your life and wear a vest casually? Does it mean drinking a small mouthful? After the meeting is over, come and have a good meal...

  I suddenly felt the need to write a will!

  Anyway, I didn't think I had any serious injuries. I thought I could continue with the next project. Brother Kuangming looked at my two arms and didn't say much. Anyway, I was also asked to participate in several subsequent regular projects until the last project of the Dead Grip Competition arrived.

  Massacre!

  Both offense and defense are randomly drawn but everyone knows this is nonsense.

  We are all troublemakers who go out of our way to find people's faults. When will it be the other way around?

  Soon, the territories of both sides were drawn out and these shoulder-carrying star leaders weren't given for free either. They knew we weren't honest defenders. Simply put, both sides had their final base, both sides had to attack and defend, and the victory condition was who destroyed the other's lair first.

  Got it!

  Brothers, they all have their own equipment and gear ready. Both sides of brothers put on their respective combat badges. When they meet, they all show off their sharp teeth and smile in a more sinister way than the other, with the same meaning on their faces!

  That means we don't need to say anything more, let's meet in the woods!