"Damn, when have I ever made a mistake?" He threw a jar of lard onto the makeshift stove.
"For what it's worth, wait five more minutes and you'll be able to eat. Damn it, I'm going to starve to death."
"Who asked you to challenge the instructor? If I hadn't seen you bitch beaten to death by the instructor, I wouldn't have bothered to take action."
"Don't hold yourself up so high. When you are beaten by the instructor, it's like I didn't take any action. Besides, the instructor still picked us up with one hand even if you hit us."
"It's my fault, let him wait until I'm twenty, and don't beat him until he cries for his father and calls his mother for his surname."
"Okay, let's eat."
"The grass smells so good."
Two **-year-old kids squatted in the pile of bricks, holding the slightly mushy egg fried rice and wolfing it down.
fragrant,
It's definitely out of the question,
But anyone who has been hungry all day would think that this egg fried rice is even more delicious than his bird's nest and abalone.
snap,
Lin Ze lit a cigarette, picked up a few bricks that were almost shattered with his big leather shoes, and a warm smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Dear me, these bricks are really there."
After saying that, he blew out a puff of thick smoke, rubbed his slightly swollen eyebrows and said to himself: "I am already twenty-one, so are you. Have you ever provoked the instructor who often tortured us like dogs?" "
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"Head, there is a hostile situation." A twelve-year-old boy with an extremely immature face rushed to a mat and said excitedly, panting.
"What." The man who was taking a nap with a Maoist volume on his head waved his hands impatiently and muttered through the Maoist volume,
"Someone just entered our territory, but stayed for a while and then left. Do you want to bring him back and give him a beating?" The twelve-year-old boy was busy grinding his fists, as if he didn't pay attention to the enemy in his mouth at all.
"Hit your ass and give me some practice." The man stood up abruptly, swaying his thick black hair in the wind. He subconsciously rubbed the bridge of his straight nose and cursed, "Are you kid again? Want to be lazy."
"The conscience of heaven and earth, that boy has been wandering around our territory for five minutes. If you, boss, had not let us mess around, you would have rushed up and executed him on the spot." The twelve-year-old stupid young boy is very fierce. He rubbed his nose,
He felt that the way the boss rubbed his nose was very domineering, just like the male protagonist in the movie, so he and a group of little brats who were about the same age, but all were tigers, learned nothing else, so he first rubbed the nose of the boss. Learned the signature moves to perfection,
"Young chirp, let's go practice." The man suddenly stood up and kicked the little kid on the butt with a strong force. He kicked the little kid out of the room. The kid was clever and kicked the kid out before he even landed on the ground. He put on a forward rolling posture and stood up again in one go. He scratched his head naively and said, "Head, it's only 1:40, and I plan to go to sleep for 20 minutes."
"Sleep with your sister." The man lit a cigarette and cursed, "Call out all those bastards, and you'll be whipped for every second you're late. I'll see if I don't whip you little bastards to death."
"Okay, what do you say, head?" The watermelon-headed kid with a very tough haircut turned around and ran out.
After driving away the little brat he admired most, the burly and sturdy man rubbed the bridge of his nose habitually and went out with his golden sword.
His dormitory is so simple that it can be called shabby. There is only one mat, one chair, and one clothes hanger. No matter how many more there are, they are gone. He has been wearing military uniforms for many years and has basically no casual clothes. His skin is tanned and full of explosive energy. He is a strong man who can give people a visual shock just by looking at him.
Maybe a young girl aged seventeen or eighteen would be a little scared when she sees this kind of rough and arrogant man, but as long as a woman has a little understanding of the love between men and women, she will probably drool when she sees this kind of man.
The word domineering seems to be created for his existence.
"gather."
Walking to the middle of the small training ground, the man suddenly shouted: "Gr, you deserve a beating."
In less than a minute, thirty or forty little bunnies with all-colored watermelon heads came out of the dormitory. Several of them even buckled their belts while running. They looked funny and cute, but if you noticed the eyes of these little bunnies, You will find that each one of them is energetic and has a vaguely ferocious look. They are not at all like a kid who should be sitting in the classroom and studying. Or if they dress up a little, they can seduce the favorite girls of 17 or 18 years old. Little Shota,
When these thirty or so little brats gathered neatly, the man lifted up his belt and stood in front of them in a domineering manner. He opened his mouth with swear words: "Damn it, those few who secretly masturbated in the dormitory last night Little bitch, come out here."
"Boss, me."
"I."
"And me."
Four or five little boys about thirteen or fourteen years old emerged from the team with smug faces. Instead of being embarrassed or shy, they were very proud. It seemed that what they had done was not a dirty thing, but something honorable. feat,
On the other hand, the younger ones who were motionless had faces full of envy and admiration. They were masturbating. I heard from the boss that it was the highest enjoyment in life, but why didn’t we feel it?
Well, the boss said that only if you can masturbate can you prove that you have transformed into a man.
The group of little kids whose average age was less than thirteen years old were annoyed and frustrated, and seemed to care about this.
"Just you guys." The man glanced at them with electric eyes and shouted with a straight face,
"Yes, boss."
"Very good." The man continued with a straight face, "You five, um, let's fight in a group. Whoever can stand at the end will give you another chance to masturbate this week. If the loser dares to masturbate this week, he will be whipped a hundred times. Wait, do you hear me?"
"Yes, boss."
The five little brats roared at the top of their lungs, and then they desperately looked for someone to attack.
The man walked towards the 30-odd cubs who were standing still without looking back, put his hands on his hips and yelled: "Just take a look, you will be able to jerk off in two years, tigers and dragons will come out."
The kid who was kicked badly by the man at first and another slightly taller kid came out, stood in front of the man with a military posture, and said loudly: "Boss, what's the matter?"
"Each lead your team to PK. The winner will have meat for dinner. Well, the loser's meat will be added to you." The man rubbed his nose out of habit. When he saw the two little kids still standing there, he couldn't help but He kicked him over and cursed, "You are still standing there looking for death."
The two turned around and ran away, shouting: "Fuck, if you win, you will get meat, if you lose, you will become a monk. Brothers, let's fight hard."
For a time, more than thirty boys turned into two groups, beating and attacking each other.
The instigator swept his body, jumped on the horizontal bar, sat down, lit a cigarette, and squinted his eyes to enjoy the group fight of nearly forty kids.
If this scene were placed in a normal environment, it would probably be stopped immediately, and it might even arouse judgment and harsh criticism from the sociology experts of the Education Bureau. But if placed in this secret training base, it would happen almost every three to five times, let alone being called The man who was the leader was paralyzed, and even the little brats couldn't feel anything.
A group fight would result in a bruised nose and a swollen face at most, which would be worse than eating without meat.
At the age of twelve or thirteen, it is the time when the body is growing, and it is not enough to skip a meal, but these little brats often endure no lunch or no meat for dinner, which is a big fish meal for these little brats before they enter the secret base. For these big meaty little guys, this is a huge tragedy, but as they stayed here for a long time, these guys got used to this kind of life. In the end, they even felt that eating meat every meal was not good, so they might as well have one. Not a meal,
Of course, if you win a meal of meat after PK, even if it makes you want to vomit, the bastards will put on a very tigerish smile and swallow it.
If you can't eat it, give it to the enemies. Don't be kidding. Kindness to the enemy is cruelty to yourself. The instructor instilled this idea into them on the first day, and they have always followed it. During the group fight, except for not hitting what the instructor pointed out, Where you can't hit, you can almost use your hands and feet. If you have the opportunity, even your mouth can become a weapon to defeat the enemy, let alone benevolence.
Half an hour later, most of the thirty or so little brats fell down. The one who finished first was the tiger-headed brat who won the chance to masturbate. He received five kicks and three punches, and finally won the group fight, and then ran towards the man stupidly. He went and said happily: "Boss, I won."
"Hmm." The man who was smoking suddenly came to his senses and threw a pipe at him, "If you smoke more than one pack a week, I will hang you up and beat you, no matter whether you are the second in command of the group army or how awesome your grandfather is. Break it off, do it right, do you hear me?"
"Whatever the boss says is what it is." The silly boy wiped the blood from his nose, squatted under the horizontal bar and smoked a spicy cigarette happily, enjoying the sight of his companions who were either lying on the ground or staring at him puffing away. Envious eyes, so good, just like masturbating,
The battle ended completely after about forty minutes. There were more than thirty people lying on the ground, and only three could stand. Each of the three standing had bruises and swollen faces, but they did not feel any pain at all. Instead, their faces were full of excitement and excitement. There is a man who can stand in front of ten thousand men,
None of the little kids lying on the ground made a sound. No matter how painful or uncomfortable they were, they gritted their teeth and endured it.
But the man showed no pity for them. He took out two packs of cigarettes, opened them, and threw them into the sky: "I've had enough of lying down, and after smoking cigarettes, I'm going to take a shower and eat. I have a holiday tonight and I'll take you to have sex with me."
The little kids who were lying on the ground enduring severe pain roared with excitement: "The boss is mighty."
The man remained silent and strode away,
military spirit,
It is an extremely important thing for soldiers, but it is gradually lost in this peaceful era.
Is the military spirit just a matter of words?
no,
It was made with blood, sweat and fighting.
The man's purpose is to help these little brats build military souls, and what makes the man happy is that these boys are all talented people. When they get older, they are destined to be people who can bring changes to the army.
An excellent officer can train batch after batch of elite soldiers.
Men are,
This little brat will be the same in the future,
He swaggered to a brick and dust stove near the secret base. The man held a cigarette and squatted near the bricks that had obviously been turned over, puffing away smoke.
After smoking a cigarette, the man rubbed his nose as usual and cursed: "Damn it, you little bitch, are you dead? You haven't been heard from for so many years."
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PS: The third update is gone. According to the rules, if you owe one to make up for two, yesterday's update is considered invalid. I will continue to owe another update for 7 days.
