Time: July 2011

Location: UK, a military base.

In the 4th camp of a certain paratrooper regiment of a certain brigade, a startling shout came:

"Yeah! That's it!"

"Yes! Beat him hard!"

"Kill him!"

Located in the open space in the center of the camp, two figures, one tall and one low, were fighting fiercely.

A large number of soldiers wearing gray T-shirts gathered around and cheered for the two men.

"Bang bang bang" the most wild muscle collision sound, arousing waves of cheers from the surrounding people.

It is worth mentioning that the two men who are dueling seem to be quite different in terms of body shape.

The shorter man with short hair is a lean Asian young man full of explosive power; while his opponent is a tall, bald man with bulging muscles.

Judging from his size alone, it seems that the bald man can defeat his opponent in just a few clicks.

However, the situation is completely different!

As the Asian young man suddenly turned around, the bald man's powerful straight punch was easily dodged.

Before he could retract his fierce fist, the Asian young man suddenly grabbed the opponent's right arm, then rushed forward and hit the bald man hard on the left lower abdomen with his right elbow!

After receiving a precise blow to the stomach, the bald man suddenly felt his stomach churning, and his body seemed to have lost all strength. His knees softened and he knelt down on one knee involuntarily.

Then, the sound of breaking wind came to his ears, causing him to raise his head.

An afterimage struck quickly, causing the bald man's pupils to dilate and his eyes widening subconsciously.

However, the fist did not actually land on his face, but stopped less than two centimeters away from his face.

The clenched fist slowly opened and turned into a hand of friendship. The Asian young man raised the corner of his mouth and greeted his opponent who was kneeling on one knee:

"Hey Pop, how are you?"

Hearing this, the bald man couldn't help but smile bitterly, stretched out his hand to hold the other person's hand, and stood up with the other person's help.

Holding his aching abdomen, the bald man looked aggrieved and said to the Asian young man:

"A, why don't you hit me so hard? If you hit something wrong, you have to hit the abdomen. If I feel like vomiting after eating, I will blame it on you!"

Hearing this, the Asian young man smiled slightly and explained:

"Haha, I'm sorry, your muscles are too thick in other places. I only have two choices, one is the abdomen and the other is the face. You don't want to wait until the team is assembled and the captain sees that you have injuries on your face, right?

Bar?"

"Well..."

The bald man named "Pop" was immediately speechless.

Seeing that the winner was decided, the surrounding audience couldn't help but cheer:

"Pop, didn't you say you wanted to break A's winning streak?"

"Yes, yes, why did you collapse after being punched in the stomach?"

In response to the ridicule that hurt his teammates, the bald man turned around, widened his eyes, raised his middle finger, and said directly:

"Elton, Sean, go to hell! Don't compare so much, just come up and compare yourself and you will know!"

The two short-haired men who were directly named were not angry, but laughed, as if they were making fun of others. For them, it was one of the few joys in the boring military life.

As the bald man walked out of the clearing, only the Asian young man was left, standing there, as if waiting for something.

At this time, a short man with explosive muscles suddenly raised the notebook in his hand and shouted:

"Listen, who else wants to challenge A? Hurry up, otherwise, today's fighting time will be over!"

As soon as these words came out, the discussion around him became more intense, but no one really dared to go up and fight with the Asian young man in the middle of the open space.

"Since not, then today's..."

Before he finished speaking, a sentence came from the periphery of the crowd:

"Hello, sir!"

Hearing this, whether it was the spectators who were watching or the Asian young man standing in the middle of the open space, everyone put their legs together, tensed their bodies, and stood at attention.

The crowd made room for an aisle, and a short-haired man wearing an officer's uniform with the rank of lieutenant walked up to the Asian young man.

He looked the young man up and down first, and then said:

"Corporal Mars, come with me, the colonel wants to see you."

"Yes, sir!"

Following the lieutenant man, the two walked out of the soldier camp and arrived at the office building where senior officers were located.

Arriving outside the office of the commander of the parachute regiment, the lieutenant turned and left.

Standing at the door, the Asian young man straightened his clothes first, then stretched out his hand on the door and knocked three times gently.

The next second, a hoarse voice came from inside:

"Come in!"

Hearing this, the Asian young man immediately opened the door and entered.

The office was not too big, and the ceiling fan kept the room warm. A middle-aged man wearing an officer's uniform, with the rank of colonel, was sitting on an office chair, waiting for a long time.

If this leader of the Parachute Regiment didn't have a hideous scar on his brow, he would be just like an ordinary British uncle.

"Sir, are you looking for me?"

Seeing the Asian young man, the middle-aged man's hoarse voice with a strong Scottish accent immediately sounded:

"Alex, how long have you been here?"

Hearing this, the Asian young man standing at attention in front of the desk was stunned for a moment, and then replied:

"In three days, it will be one year, sir!"

"Is it a year so soon?"

Touching the beard on his chin, the middle-aged man said to himself:

"I still remember that when you first came here, you were no different from other rookies. Until half a year ago, you seemed to be a different person, just like a new recruit who had just joined the army without any training..."

Hearing this sentence, the Asian young man's mouth moved slightly, and he couldn't help but murmur in his heart: "I can't help it, who made me just thrown into this world..."

"Fortunately, you adapted to all this quickly and became stronger and stronger..."

After a pause, the middle-aged man tapped a report on the table and continued:

"Twenty-seven successful airborne missions, first place in three joint exercises, record holder in shooting, parachute, and combat... I'm not afraid to tell you that the commanders of other paratrooper regiments are eyeing this kid like you.

You want to snatch you from my hands."

"However, I rejected them all. Do you know why?"

The Asian young man shook his head and replied: "I don't know, sir!"

"Because, I think, with your ability, you shouldn't go to those troops and continue to waste your life!"

"You have enough ability and courage to make some contributions to the upcoming war. This is why I have applied to my superiors to transfer you to another unit."

"Pack your bags and report to Credenhill Base at 17:00 tomorrow afternoon."

Hearing this, the Asian young man raised his eyebrows and then asked:

"Yes, sir! What is the name of the unit I want to report on?"
Chapter completed!