At the same time, Lao Wang's taxi suddenly stopped shaking rhythmically.
In another city quite far away, there is a military attack hall that is somewhat famous in the local area.
After Lin Wujun raised his head, he poured a large glass of cold boiled water with a little honey into his mouth in one breath.
Only then did I feel that the burning sensation in my throat felt a little better.
There's no way! He drank too much tonight; even with his physical condition, he still couldn't bear it.
Lin Wujun, male, 34 years old, currently holds the position of head coach in a boxing gym that also operates free fighting.
The reason why I drank so much tonight is because an old comrade came to his city.
In the spontaneous joy of my heart, I accidentally drank too much.
You know, since Lin Wujun was 18 years old, he signed up to join the PLA army at the strong request of his father.
But he served in the army for a total of 12 years and finally retired with the rank of sergeant.
Just kidding! Those girls in their early twenties who he thinks are impetuous and ignorant look down on him.
I slept for almost 3 hours and finally woke up.
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At the same time, thousands of kilometers away from Lin Wujun, in the urban-rural fringe of a small 18th-tier county, there was 34-year-old Wu Tie like him.
But Lin Wujun, who devoted all of his 12 best years of youth to the military camp, is still full of unspeakable nostalgia for his past PLA career.
But there is still some market for some sisters-in-law who are getting married for the second time and have a baby, or some girls who have had enough fun and want to find an honest man to marry.
Now, when he thought of such a question again, he lowered his head and thought about it seriously, and then muttered:
"Yes, I'm good at it, but you can't blame me, right?
He remembered that he had managed to get rid of such a topic by bringing him a glass of wine.
After reading the message, Lin Wujun cursed like this in his mouth.
Because countless times in his dreams, he had always imagined that there would be a woman who was one or two heads taller than him, with muscles on her hands, and would pick him up like a little chicken.
Because he still has some skills, he knows that in the modern dimension, no matter how hard he usually works to polish his body, training can only be regarded as a hobby.
In the end, Lin Wujun randomly selected two G's, which were two 'Gatling fireworks', threw away his phone and walked towards the bathroom.
Generally speaking, in the circle, he is already considered a very powerful person.
But I’m really a little curious. With your current combat skills, if you were thrown into an ancient battlefield, what level would you be at?"
However, before I got drunk today, the situation had some changes.
"What the hell! Facing a heavy cavalry like the Iron Buddha of the Jin Army, isn't it a joke to choose these things?"
With an inexplicable sadness on his face, he picked up a bottle of beer in his hand.
In addition, if you drink too much, your stomach will be bloated and you will always want to go to the toilet. This is a normal thing.
As for what he was worried about: he was worried about his wife back then.
It really made me travel to the ancient times. It is said that when the wind and cloud meet, you can transform into a dragon. Believe it or not, I will practice it soon. With the knowledge of military attack that I have mastered, how can I still do it?"
In addition, he is hard-working and able to endure hardships, and he is not so bad that he cannot even get a wife.
While he was smoking, he was thinking about a question he had asked his comrades when they were drinking: "Old Lin, look at the muscles all over your body, and your body shape is much stronger than mine. Look,
I have a beer belly.
But if such a standard were placed in ancient times, it would really be nothing.
Now if you go out with a cutting-edge weapon, you will be asked to drink boiled water by SIRs in the name of carrying a controlled knife.
For a long time, they have been relying on making some farm tools such as hoes and sickles, or selling daily necessities such as pots and basins, so as to maintain a life of not starving to death and not having enough to eat.
If he were asked to say that he had traveled to ancient times and could reach the level of a fierce general, he would really not be able to say such a thing.
So, after the old comrade arrived in his city.
Wu Tie, male, 34 years old, 178 centimeters tall and 80 kilograms in weight, is a blacksmith shop owner who was left behind due to some historical reasons in the urban-rural fringe area.
No! The two of them drank from early seven o'clock in the evening until nearly twelve o'clock in the evening. During this period, they threw countless bottles of liquor, beer, and red wine on the floor of the restaurant, and they drank to their heart's content.
Lifting his chin, he poured all the troubles, helplessness, loneliness, etc. in his heart into his stomach along with the wine in one breath.
Just then, the cell phone placed on the coffee table suddenly vibrated. Lin Wujun, thinking it was his comrade who had woken up and sent a message to him, immediately picked up the cell phone.
Frankly speaking! In a country as big as China with a population of more than one billion, girls like this definitely exist, but they are probably not people that a blacksmith shop owner like him can care about.
It's not my cup of tea, it's because I don't have a suitable environment at all.
Although he can't be said to be rich or wealthy, Lin Wujun's little life was relatively smooth.
He didn't know if it was a group of messages sent by the system, but one of them was sent to his hand.
But for this guy who was drunk at the time to admit that he was a novice, he would be just a rookie in ancient times. Lin Wujun would be embarrassed to admit this.
To be more precise, the same message received by taxi driver Lao Wang and Ah Fen also appeared on Lin Wujun's mobile phone.
Then he put him down to the ground and slapped him hard.
So at the age of 34, after being classified as an old bachelor, this guy is still single.
In the end, Lin Wujun forced himself to send his comrades back to the hotel, and then took a taxi back to the military attack hall. After pouring himself a glass of boiling water to cool down, Lin Wujun fell down on the sofa in the office.
For example, in the modern dimension, one can pull a straight-draw bow comparable to the ancient three-doubled bow, instead of a recurve bow, and hit a target a hundred meters away, and one is an archery enthusiast with levels above seven or eight.
For no other reason, since there is a death on both sides, why not make your appearance look more decent.
In ancient times, people practiced martial arts in order to survive on the battlefield.
After a pleasant excretion, he washed his face in the sink. When he looked up, he saw a line of blood-red characters on the mirror:
The key to the problem is that Wu Tie is still a person who is unwilling to accommodate.
Even after he returned from retirement, he took over the kickboxing gym originally run by his parents so that they could enjoy their old age in peace.
Many times, on a lonely and lonely night like this, when he couldn't fall asleep, he could only rely on the anesthesia of alcohol to fall asleep.
He thought that maybe it would be effective if the fireworks were launched at the war horses.
Between the two, starting point and motivation are not the same concept at all.
"You kid, stop bragging. Don't you just want to go to ancient times? Arrange..."
But after drinking a glass of cold water, Lin Wujun found that he couldn't sleep.
He was really happy from the bottom of his heart, so of course he wanted to entertain him well.
As a result, I discovered that there was a nonsense message on my phone.
If he hadn't developed the habit of growing his hair short due to his many years of PLA life, he might have chosen the three-piece set of hairspray, comb, and shoe polish.
And based on the current hobbies of young people, the free fighting gym was renovated; from time to time, a blond and blue-eyed coach was introduced, and it was transformed into a fighting gym.
By the way! Faced with such a question, Lin Wujun was directly forced to ask.
After some renovations, the business is currently doing pretty well.
But then again, Wu Tie is not very handsome, but his appearance is decent, his body shape is standard, and he is strong and strong.
After taking a look, Wu Tie smiled contemptuously and muttered: "What to choose! What choice are there among these crappy things? I choose to have a wife~"
Then, he was horrified to find that his body was disappearing rapidly.
And during such a process, he faintly heard Mo's feelings, and a mechanically synthesized voice cursed:
"What the hell, you're so single~"
PS: Zhan Xiang, this guy Wu Tie is coming directly for you. You have the right to refuse, but he also has the right to pursue...
