Military bearing

  A man's growth is forged by setbacks and enemies, regardless of whether the setbacks are big or small, and the enemies are strong or weak. They will always accompany you throughout your life. You can choose to escape or fight to the end. But Tang Ao said: I will conquer everything I want to conquer until death!

  Chapter Sequence!

  Years later, Northwest Great Mountain!

  It's unknown since when this phenomenon appeared, but adults always use Tang Taizong's nonsense to discipline naughty children.

  "If you keep messing with me, I'll trade you for a pancake!"

  Tang Lao often educated Tang Ao like this: "Don't hit your neighbor's kid until they cry loudly."

  His father's casual joke made the childhood Tang Ao extremely hostile to the old man with a wine nose who often went to the countryside to make burnt buns, regarding him as his arch-nemesis!

  It's summer, and Old Wang is pedaling his rickety tricycle with a stove for baking shaobing (a type of Chinese pancake) to the countryside again.

  The old man looked at the four half-grown boys holding several wolf dogs and felt a sense of foreboding, but still shouted: "Open up, I'm a cadre!"

  Four and a half little rascals remained unmoved in the face of an oncoming broken tricycle, while a small, dark-skinned boy patted the side of Tang Ao, who was wearing a large leather hat shaped like a train head: "Little Ao, is this old man?"

  "That's him!" T'ang Ao wiped the sweat from his locomotive engineer's cap and a sly smile spread across his face. He waved his small hand and shouted, "Release the dogs to bite him... Donkey, go!"

  Tang Ao first untied the rope in his hand, and the big wolf dog, like a cow, rushed towards the old man with a wine nose under the owner's command. The other three companions also let go of the dogs.

  "Oh no!"

  The old man with a wine nose looked at several wolf dogs rushing towards him, baring their teeth and scowling. He let out a strange cry, jumped off the tricycle, turned his head and ran away, not even wanting his own eating utensils!

  "This turtle grandson is really stupid... brothers, let's grab the burning buns!"

  Tang Ao gave a loud order and rushed towards the abandoned tricycle with his three companions.

  "You naughty bear, I knew you'd get into trouble taking the dog out! Just you wait, I'll beat you to death!"

  Several little rascals rushed towards the broken tricycle, and Tang Lao Mian appeared, holding a rolling pin in his hand, shaking with rage.

  Three and a half little rascals saw an adult coming, got scared and shouted to their own dog to scatter and run away. Tang Ao, however, rushed towards the broken tricycle, grabbed several buns from the cart and threw them at them: "Zi, Dahuai, Xiaohuai, these are for you, catch!"

  Three guys grabbed the buns and ran out of sight in a flash, but Tang Ao stood in front of the broken tricycle, took off his leather hat from his head and stuffed it into the back of his pants, then picked up the bun and ate it, completely disregarding his father Tang Lao's rolling pin hitting his buttocks.

  "Bang! Let you not do bad things!"

  Tang Lao scolded angrily, and with a flick of his wrist, he slapped Tang Ao's buttocks, which were padded with a leather hat, but instead of getting angry, Tang Ao let out a loud shout: "Delicious!"

  Tang Lao's face was so angry that his whole body was shaking, and he swung the rolling pin down on Tang Ao's buttocks like raindrops: "Bang, bang, bang! I'll beat you to death, you wicked child!"

  "It's so delicious!" Tang Ao, who had already been beaten out of his wits, had his mouth stuffed with shaobing (a type of Chinese pancake), but was still shouting that it was delicious.

  Tang Lao's face was red with rage, and he slammed the rolling pin to the ground, grabbing Tang Ao's ear and saying: "You little brat, I'll leave two for your dad!"

  It's been several years, and the big exam has come to an end. A few days later, a recruitment notice from the armed forces department rekindled the hope of those who failed the exam, the only way out of this vast mountainous area!

  The Second Artillery Corps of the People's Liberation Army, this mysterious missile force that was considered to be China's most internationally intimidating in the 20th century, mainly consisted of personnel transferred from the National Defense University, while a large number of grassroots combat personnel came from these vast mountains.

  The soldiers selected from here are always the backbone of each company, and they are strong and brave in armed cross-country running!

  This year, the armed department made things easy for the province and came to a unified home visit in the county town school.

  "Waaaah~~~~~~!"

  A series of intermittent long flute sounds echoed in the classroom, finally stopping. The classroom door opened and a girl with freckles on her face and short hair like a fake boy walked out under the accompaniment of her parents.

  "Zou Wu, how's it going? Can you be a literary soldier?" someone asked in the crowded doorway of the classroom.

  This fake little kid called Zou Wu looked up and glanced at the person speaking in the crowd, a young man about her age.

  He has a pair of deep and bright phoenix eyes, looks thin and not very tall, with a slightly angular face that shows signs of malnutrition, this skin tone is a unique feature of mountain people!

  Zou Wu saw 'him' and immediately turned black in the face, huffing and scolding: "Tang Ao, whether I am a literary soldier or not is none of your business, humph!"

  The fake little kid with tears in his eyes walked away, humming. The two old men following behind her sighed and said: "This damn flute doesn't know where the glue came from, it won't make a sound no matter how hard you blow! Ah!"

  "Has Tang Ao arrived?" A stern voice rang out in the classroom.

  The guy with a sly smile at the corner of his mouth just now suddenly changed his face and ran away!

  "What are you running for? I told you to be a soldier, not to get shot!" A rough big hand had already taken the lead and tightly grasped his collar, dragging him into the classroom.

  "Director Zhang, this is Tang Ao from my family, come on, have a cigarette!"

  Tang Lao held Tang Ao's hand tightly with one hand and didn't forget to nod and bow to the three men in military uniforms sitting on the podium, offering them cigarettes.

  "Oh, come on! You know I don't smoke!"

  "Take it, take it, what's a cigarette, it doesn't break any rules!"

  Unable to resist Tang Lao's enthusiasm, Zhang Zong and another young soldier accepted the cigarettes, but the last one with a mole between his eyebrows coldly refused: "I don't smoke!"

  Director Zhang pointed at the young soldier and said, "This is our Second Artillery's Li Lin squad leader, a fellow townsman who has returned home in glory!" Then he hesitated as he pointed at the cold-faced soldier, "This... this is Major Wang Hu, a big shot!"

  "Cutting to the chase, I want to ask: Tang Ao, did you enlist voluntarily? And Old Mian, do you agree with your nephew joining the army?" Director Zhang asked directly.

  "Of course I agree, I agree!" Old Tang hastily nodded his head.

  Tang Ao angrily pushed away his father's arm, straightened his waist and said with a resolute tone: "You want me to be a soldier... kill me!"

  Tang Ao's decisiveness made the cold-faced military officer, Wang Hu, take a few more glances at him, because Tang Ao reminded him of a deceased friend: Captain Liang Jun. The similarity in their narrow and long phoenix eyes was extremely high, as well as their similarly fierce and unruly personalities. However, he immediately shifted his icy gaze away, because compared to Liang Jun, Tang Ao lacked a certain air about him - not the blood lineage, nor the habit of saying "old man" all the time. It was an inexplicable feeling...!

  "Haha, you've got backbone!"

  Director Zhang smiled and hummed a tune, but he knew best what kind of person Tang Ao was!

  As the old saying goes: good iron is not used to make nails, and a good child does not become a soldier. But Tang Ao is such an unaccomplished guy that except for his father, there's no one he dares not provoke!

  With Tang Lao's face sitting in town, Tang Ao couldn't help but be a soldier. With a furious look on his face, Tang Ao kicked open the classroom door and walked out of the classroom with big strides.

  "Boom!"

  As soon as they walked out of the door, Tang Ao and a fat man bumped into each other heavily.

  This fat guy and Tang Ao are about the same age, with a two-hair-five-one-box big black stick still in his mouth, very domineering. The fat guy was bumped by Tang Ao, making his flesh tremble horizontally and his face turn purple, but he still didn't lose his momentum, and with a strange tone, he raised the "big black stick" high in his mouth: "Tang Laozi, you don't want to be an artilleryman, do you?"

  "Liu Guofu, if you don't want to be beaten into a pig's head again, then quickly roll away!" Tang Ao's fist was already clenched.

  Tang Lao saw his son's attitude and quickly grabbed Tang Ao's sleeve: "Ao, don't cause trouble, come home with me!"

  Liu Guofu knew that Tang Ao's father was a well-known honest man in the county, but now looking at his timid and fearful appearance, he couldn't help but sneer. He sucked on his cigar and blew out a mouthful of smoke, continuing to tease in his usual sarcastic tone: "With someone like you going to Erpao, it's either feeding pigs or cooking meals. What was that saying? Ah yes, carrying the black pot and wearing the green hat while watching others set off fireworks! Your father couldn't keep an eye on your mother, and she ran off with someone else. And what about you? You're still wearing a green hat, really a turtle's son - a cuckold! What a bear-like appearance!"

  "You, you little brat! How dare you be so rude! Your father is the county magistrate, and you can't behave like this!" Tang Lao's face was already trembling with rage from Liu Guofu's filthy language, but he still couldn't bring himself to curse. This showed that his nickname "Old Face" wasn't given in vain.

  "Your ancestor's eighteen generations are all bastards!" Tang Ao cursed loudly, stretching out his hand to pinch Liu Guofu's neck, Dan Feng's eyes revealing a fierce light: "Now kneel down and kowtow to my father to apologize, if you don't kowtow enough ten times, I'll break your dog legs!"

  "Tang Wuzi, did you think I would come looking for trouble myself?"

  At some point, three sturdy young men appeared behind Liu Guofu, rubbing their fists and palms, but when the three of them saw that it was Tang Ao who was carrying Liu Guofu on his back, their facial expressions stiffened instantly... How is this the desperate three Lang!？

  Tang Ao withdrew his gaze from the three people, but didn't show a hint of fear. His bright and piercing phoenix eyes narrowed slightly as he sneered: "You're the descendant of eighteen generations, usually surrounded by people fawning over you. But when something really happens, why doesn't anyone want to help you out? Are you relying on just these few people? Tsk! Tsk... Go die!"

  Tang Ao, who was speaking, suddenly became angry and slapped Liu Guofu's mouth with his palm, followed by a headbutt that hit him right on the bridge of his nose.

  "Ah~~!"

  The still-smoldering cigarette butt was slapped into his mouth by Tang Ao, and the intense pain transmitted from the bridge of his nose caused a blood-curdling scream to burst out of Liu Guofu's mouth!

  "Hiss!"

  The three people standing behind Liu Guofu couldn't help but gasp in unison as they looked at his miserable state, and the fear in their eyes spread rapidly as they turned to look at Tang Ao!

  The nearly ruffian-like attack method, or rather the 'ruffian-style' attack, made Wang Hu's eyes twitch suddenly at the corner as he was attracted by the noise and blurted out: "Captain!?"

  With the same narrow and long Danfeng eyes, the same way of fighting for life, years ago, Liang Jun's fatal blow before his death, once again clearly and heavily struck Wang Hu's heart, tears quietly flowed out of those icy eyes, slid over the expressionless hard and rough cold face, dripping, and dripping!

  He finally knew what Tang Ao Bi's Liang Jun lacked: a military temperament!

  "Director Zhang, this soldier and Erpao have nothing to do with each other anymore, he is mine!"

  "What did you say?"

  Director Zhang was taken aback by Wang Hu's words, and then somewhat indignantly said: "You want this kind of thorny soldier? I'm asking you, Colonel Wang Hu, which unit are you from?"