() After a tragic defeat, entering a crowded public place is often the most difficult time for a loser, because every word, every conversation, and every look from the people around you will be considered a comment on yourself.

And they are basically the negative comments that you least want to hear.

I am no exception.

Before entering the canteen built on the mountainside and converted from a large agricultural warehouse, I took two deep breaths, filling my lungs with the cold air, and straightened up my not-so-thick chest. It felt like

It was accurate to use the bayonet to blow up the bunker, flip up the railway track, and swing the blade to chop the horse's leg.

Nainai, if you like to laugh, laugh, if you like to scold, scold, I'm in trouble today!

I mustered up the momentum to push open the large iron door that resembled a gas chamber in a concentration camp, prepared to receive all kinds of sharp, indifferent and hateful looks, all kinds of angry, taunting, and sarcastic yells, and even the VIP treatment of a row of black holes with gun muzzles pressed against my forehead.

The next moment, a burst of noise mixed with turbid heating rushed towards my face like a tsunami, making my face flush with blood. The fierce energy that I finally managed to hold up instantly melted away like ice cubes, turning into curling white eyes showing through the pores.

, flying up and down in the air, left and right, wandering upwards, and finally disappeared completely in an artistic way.

At that time, I was weak, and I understood from the lowest level of my psychology what impotence is.

"The latest news from Bellin News Agency is that the fourth team of our frontline 7th Aviation Mecha Division encountered a shameful sneak attack by Allied bandits while performing a routine mission near Vyborg, causing two mechas to be slightly damaged, but the commander

Captain Balikov performed calmly, bravely and commanded calmly, thwarting the conspiracy of the air bandits and ensuring the smooth implementation of the mission. Regarding this, the spokesperson of the Ministry of National Defense..."

What?

what is this?

What is this?

Which one is this?

Looking at the female host standing there like a ghost in the image state, with thick makeup as thick as paint on her face, her body is already a bit bloated, and she is in the stage of evolving from beer to a beer barrel, she uses a stiff posture like her dead father.

When I read the message with an emoticon, I felt like my brain couldn't keep up with the reaction.

The situation she was talking about...why does it feel slightly familiar?

"Hi, Brother Xiang is here!"

Mikel had sharp eyes and immediately shouted when he saw me standing there dumbfounded.

The guerrillas gathered around the holographic TV and immediately cheered and threw away the bear host and the forks, knives, plates and bowls in their hands. They came up with a strong smell of breakfast and greeted me warmly.

I patted my shoulders and punched my chest, but I didn't know that the overly enthusiastic guy brought me breakfast and told me not to rush.

I have to say that compared to the Republic, breakfast in foreign countries is simply terrible.

Bread, beef nai, omelette, red sausage, they are all fried and baked directly from the raw materials harvested from the fields. It's your uncle's. If you cook carefully, you will die. I want Xiaolongbao, soy milk, wonton, dumplings and egg pancakes, you bastard.

!

So I sat there stupidly, picked up a knife and fork and started filling my stomach tastelessly, while a group of people gathered around, staring at me like tourists watching monkeys eating in a zoo.

"Hey, have you fallen in love?"

After being choked by cow nai for the third time, I finally couldn't help but ask.

"No, no, how is that possible?"

A group of people shook their heads.

"Then do I owe you money?"

"No, no, how is it possible?"

A group of people shook their heads again.

"The most important thing is, have you received any severe stimulation?"

"No, no, of course it's impossible?"

"Then why are everyone going crazy?"

I spread my hands and asked.

"How could that happen? Please, brother, you are a hero!"

"hero?"

I was dumbfounded, my expression at that time must have been very funny.

A group of people were obviously overly excited and burned out their ability to think. They didn't care what my client's reaction was. A few big heads came over and started talking nonsense.

"You are the first person in the history of this area to drive away regular air bandits."

"This is the first time we have been fighting for so long that we heard the bandits admit on the radio that there is a threat in the Vyborg area..."

"We used to be like shit... or worse than this."

"That means the time for these bastards to come and go freely in the sky is finally over!"

The amount of information was slightly larger, and I felt more dizzy. Just when I was about to speak, a person suddenly squeezed in. I recognized that it was Hubbert, one of the chief officers. I learned from Mikel that he was

The chief officer, who has been running missions and liaisons outside for many years, is not at the base for 364 and a half of the 365 days a year, so I have not seen this boss since I stayed at the base.

"The leader wants to see you," Hubbert gasped, his beard covered with ice shards, obviously he had just returned, "right away."

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It is said that Lao Lang is a person who doesn't like to be waited for.

It is said that the old wolf will wait at the place where he should be an hour early.

It is said that the old wolf will break the legs of any idiot who dares to be late for even a second.

So I immediately lifted the dining table, picked up the half-bucket of water Qinggong I hadn't practiced for a long time, and with the guerrillas' demented expressions, I stepped on the table boards and jumped madly out of the cafeteria, heading straight to Lao Lang's office and office.

Fortunately, I had already entered the dormitory once, and it didn't take much time to break through the camouflage of optical camouflage.

Knock on the door, let in, push the door, close the door.

Then I saw that the old wolf was indeed as ferocious as the number one boss in the movie, or that he was sitting on the chair waiting for me with a ferocious look. The only difference was that this guy's whole body was exposed to the light of justice, instead of flickering.

Dark, looming and scary.

I have to say that this is a failure in lens processing.

Of course, this does not affect my wonderful fantasy of this guy slowly lighting up a cigarette and suddenly taking out a gun, pointing at me with a sinister look and saying: You kid actually dares to lie to me, I think you are tired of living.

But this time the old wolf actually touched my pocket, and I was so frightened that I peed.

"Well, I bear a lot of responsibility for the huge losses at the base yesterday."

"Oh, is it so?"

The old wolf responded casually and continued touching.

I feel even more guilty.

"Well...if necessary, I can also accept some punishment."

"Oh, is it so?"

The old wolf continued to touch and touch nonchalantly.

So I became very angry instantly, partly because of this guy's indifference, and partly because I behaved so cowardly and awesome, he was just a ragtag military leader! I'm even afraid of you!

"Perhaps Asimov exaggerated a little. My skills are not very good, and I have a lot of problems, as well as all kinds of weird flaws, so I lost yesterday. But I only lost one game.

The battle lasts a long time, but I can still fight, and I can fight a hundred times, a thousand times better than now, including ace or ak. I just hope that the leader can give me another chance.

Just once!”

I said it all in one breath at a relatively high volume, and then I kept watching the old wolf's reaction.

But it's strange.

There was still no expression on the old wolf's ferocious and gloomy face, and he didn't even turn towards me. He still touched his pockets with great care, so carefully that even the hair on my bystander almost stood up.

Finally, he took out something, but instead of pointing at my big head, he threw it directly on the table. It turned out to be an envelope. The same style I used when I received my salary last time, but today's size is slightly smaller.

Some, like a shrunken version.

"According to what was said before, two units were injured, a total of 700 horses, they are all here, you can count them."

My brain immediately went crazy, because I never dreamed that the battle would be like this, and not only would the entire Chasseur Regiment not have a word of criticism, but they would also have money and praise.

What is going on? Is the whole world going crazy?

"Your sense of smell in other areas still needs to be sharpened, sergeant. Sometimes victory cannot be measured by how many enemies are eliminated or how much land is occupied. The most important thing is to let the public understand the extraordinary significance of this battle through publicity.

, even if your performance is indeed not very good, but since you meet, no, it should be said that you exceed this condition, so we still regard you as the winner."

The old wolf closed his eyes and spoke slowly in a tone as if dust had fallen.

"Besides, I can still calculate basic arithmetic problems such as which is greater between four and one."

"But……"

"There's nothing wrong with it, that's it. Don't be too demanding on yourself, sergeant. I'll just follow what you said. If we do it again, the airframe will still be yours, and we'll do our best to satisfy you with the ammunition and fuel."

I was speechless and I really didn't know what to say.

I was a little excited, a little guilty, a little sentimental, and a little moved, but the most important thing was the passion that was about to boil over, the passion for fighting.

"Yes, sir."
Chapter completed!