With a guilty feeling, the young instructor stepped towards Chen Daji.
After his impression changed, he also wanted to ease the relationship between the two.
After all, in today's society, there are not many young people like Chen who are willing to endure hardships.
A special mention here is that instructor Chilong thinks Chen Daji is young, but in fact he himself is not.
In the dark era when the Chinese nation was invaded by Japanese slaves, the "instructor" joined the army at the age of fifteen.
The year he died for his country, he was only nineteen years old!
And there were many martyrs like instructors in our team back then!
If it were now, they would still be college students... just kids!
As I write this, the four bloody characters "Don't forget the national humiliation" hang in the author's mind involuntarily.
Let’s encourage you all!
...
The young instructor obviously did not know Mr. Chang Ba, let alone Mr. Chang’s famous saying:
Don't have any good illusions about the little bastard, it won't work at all!
If so, it means you are out of luck.
That's exactly what happened...
Just when Instructor Chilong approached Chen with sincerity, the guy suddenly jumped up like a monkey and hit the instructor in the stomach with his knee.
When he fell, he stepped hard on his feet again.
Just when the instructor was suddenly attacked and in unbearable pain, Huan Xingyun quickly used his military body to grab him and pinned the instructor to the ground with his backhand.
"Hahahaha, squad leader, does this count as subduing you?"
"Can I graduate from the special training?!"
"You said it doesn't matter what method you use. You also said you should be 'ready to fight at all times and never let down your guard for a moment.'"
"We are doing what you say, so don't be impatient!"
The squad leader, who was pinned to the ground at this time, looked at Mr. Chen's bruised and smug look, which was simply anxious and funny.
Am I shooting myself in the foot? Or teach the apprentice to starve the master to death...
However, how could our Red Dragon warriors give in so easily, not to mention that the instructor is one of the best.
While Chen was feeling triumphant, he suddenly exerted his strength and turned over, suppressing the disaster underneath him.
He rounded his palms and greeted the disaster's big butt, while laughing and cursing.
"You brat, the squad leader will teach you another lesson today: Don't relax even a little bit before your enemy dies completely... Otherwise, you will most likely pay for it with your own life!"
"Don't forget, there are parents at home who are waiting for you to come back day and night... to come back in one piece, with both arms and legs..."
Speaking of this, the young warrior seemed to recall something, and his interest suddenly faded.
After letting go of the struggling Chen Daji, he headed towards his resting place without looking back.
Although Chen was careless, he also noticed something unusual about his instructor.
Rarely, he didn't mess around, but looked thoughtfully at the strong back of the Red Dragon Warrior.
Until he was interrupted by a voice - a voice with a slight baby voice.
"Brother Daji, what are you thinking about?"
When Chen turned around, he saw an eight or nine-year-old boy standing behind him at some point.
Although the boy is a little thin, his eyes are full of energy and can even be said to be full of weirdness.
This "child" is the instructor named by Chen, the inventor of Papa Thunder.
When he saw each other for the first time, Chen Daji was completely stupid.
He never thought that the famous Baba Lei was actually invented by the child in front of him.
And Mr. Chen doesn’t think that such a young child can teach him anything... It’s almost enough to teach him to pee standing up first!
But the slap in the face came so quickly:
When a little boy named Erzhuzi saw that Chen Daji was not convinced, he took the initiative to propose a competition - to see who could make more powerful, concealed and confusing landmines.
Chen, who was mentally ill but deft, naturally agreed after hearing this:
Uncle Ma (the ink writer Ma Mingyang) has taught himself "handicraft" for a long time, why are the mines he made not better than this little kid? !
