August 9, 889 in the Black Iron Calendar…
The biological clock still woke Zhang Tie up from a deep sleep at a little after six o'clock. When Zhang Tie opened his eyes, he felt that his body and mind were like the rising sun in just a few seconds after waking up from sleep. Just like that, it started to surge. It's such a great feeling.
This is Zhang Tie's third day reporting to the Iron Blood Camp.
When putting on his pants, Zhang Tie was a little surprised to find that the guy underneath him, who had not seen his naked body for almost six days, actually became ferocious again in the morning. Zhang Tie didn't take it seriously at first, but he just put it on. Pants, Zhang Tie reacted immediately - Why doesn't it hurt anymore? The wound on his lower body is healed
Taking off his underwear, Zhang Tie untied the two rings of gauze on the guy. After a closer look, he saw that he was really healed. A thin scar had fallen away and the tender flesh was as good as new!
"Hahahaha..." Zhang Tie laughed, took off all his clothes, rushed into the bathroom, turned on the hot water, and took a bath happily. After taking another bath, he looked at Zhang Tie also felt that the guy with a new look below was not as dazzling as he was a few days ago.
Just in the past two days, Zhang Tie has come up with a new nickname in the Iron Blood Camp. This nickname is called - Mummy!
Many guys in the Iron Blood Camp have nicknames, but Zhang Tie's nickname is definitely the loudest one. Anyone who knows where this nickname comes from will laugh out loud...
But Zhang Tie didn't care. He didn't think there was anything embarrassing about this thing. They were just a bunch of big men. If they were afraid of anything, just scream. Anyway, he wouldn't lose a hair.
And the advantage of having a resounding nickname is that in just a few days, everyone in the Iron-Blooded Camp will know that there is such a new guy in the Iron-Blooded Camp—Second Lieutenant Mummy! Of course, there are also many people who call him pretty boy behind his back. Zhang Tie didn't care either. Just like Jerome said, when others call him this, he can only understand that those guys are jealous of his handsome appearance and excellent temperament. It is definitely jealousy, pure jealousy. Those guys are just jealous of the clothes he wears. He looks more handsome than them in military uniform.
Ha ha ha ha…
There is another thing today, which is the day of his duel with that guy Soder. Zhang Tie knows that the time for him to establish his power has finally come. He has been too low-key these two days. It's time to let those bastard men of his know how strong he is.
In the past two days, Zhang Tie's biggest achievement in the Iron Blood Camp was learning to drive a car. Being able to drive around the camp in a car made his last two days of recuperation less boring.
Zhang Tie thinks driving is really fun! Just like running, he likes anything that can bring him the feeling of freedom like the wind.
Zhang Tie originally wanted to wear an ordinary vest and trousers and go out, but he thought of the duel later. Zhang Tie thought for a while and simply put on the training combat uniform of a lieutenant of the Norman Empire.
Compared with regular uniforms and formal wear, the training combat uniforms of the Norman Empire are more close-fitting, compact, and more elastic. The main outer materials of the training combat uniforms are leather and a kind of strong ring-spun stone cloth. The fabric is very textured when worn. It also has a certain degree of defense. I heard that there is a layer of fine wire fabric in the middle of this training combat uniform near the heart and lower abdomen. It can effectively isolate the damage caused by arrows. The treatment of soldiers of the Norman Empire is once again reflected in this training combat uniform.
Wearing the training combat uniform and then the armor will feel more suitable, but even if you don't wear the armor, you only wear this training combat uniform. The same is possible.
There was no need to wear any armor to deal with a small Thord.
Put on the training combat uniform. Putting on a pair of high-top leather training combat boots, and then a pair of combat gloves, Zhang Tie took a look at his current appearance in front of the mirror. The entire set of combat training combat uniforms were in very coordinated colors of red and black. It feels more heroic.
"Zhang Tie, you are so handsome!" Zhang Tie praised himself in front of the mirror, then smiled and picked up the terrifying weapon on the weapon rack in the room, which weighed 358 kilograms. He held the huge sword on his shoulder casually and walked out of the dormitory door.
When Zhang Tie went out, the morning trumpet of the Iron Blood Camp had just been blown!
I don’t know if it was because he was recharging his energy in the past few days or because his strength improved again after eating those two fruits. Only a week later, Zhang Tie felt that the heavy sword on his shoulders felt like It's a little lighter than last time, making it easier to pick up.
When going downstairs, Zhang Tie met another second lieutenant officer from the Iron Blood Battalion who had just gotten up. When the second lieutenant officer looked at the two-meter-long heavy sword carried on Zhang Tie's shoulder, his mouth opened wide. Stuff in an egg.
"Good morning, Second Lieutenant Goethe!" This is a second lieutenant officer from the Second Company of the Iron Blood Battalion. He lives on the third floor. Zhang Tie greeted him warmly.
"This guy on your shoulder... isn't it made of wood?" Second Lieutenant Goethe looked at Zhang Tie in disbelief. When Zhang Tie greeted him, Zhang Tie even used just one hand to lift the thing. He was supported on his shoulders and felt very relaxed. Zhang Tie's ease and his small stature formed a sharp contrast with the big guy on his shoulders, so much so that even Second Lieutenant Goethe became suspicious.
Zhang Tie just smiled. Second Lieutenant Goethe came over and flicked the blade of the big sword with his finger. The heavy sword made no sound. Second Lieutenant Goethe's expression suddenly changed. He swallowed a mouthful of saliva and looked at Zhang Tie in surprise. Iron, "How much does this weigh?"
"358 kilograms!"
"Is this your main battle weapon?"
"Yes, when Staff Officer Hans took me to the weapons arsenal of the Logistics Department to choose weapons, I felt that this epee was very handy, so I chose it!" Zhang Tie said purely. ?What kind of monster is this guy? Second Lieutenant Goethe looked at the huge serrations on the other side of Zhang Tie's huge battle sword, and felt a little chill in his neck. God, why don't you hit me with that lightning? I want to get this Acquired Lightning Functional Scholar Syndrome too!
Zhang Tie and Goethe went downstairs together. Second Lieutenant Goethe had been a little distracted. After going downstairs, the two separated, and Zhang Tie went directly to the gathering place for the third row to go out for morning exercises. Zhang Tie forcefully thrust the edge of the epee diagonally into the ground, and the whole sword body suddenly penetrated two feet into the ground. Zhang Tie let go of his hand and let the giant sword stick diagonally on the ground. He hugged his arms and waited for the three rows of people. Those guys come out.
Five minutes after the morning bugle sounded, 55 men from the third platoon of the fifth company of the Iron Blood Battalion quickly appeared at the assembly area. Everyone naturally saw Zhang Tie, who was wearing a training combat uniform today, and the terrifying battle sword in front of Zhang Tie. Not only them, but also half of the people on the training ground saw it.
As a platoon leader, my task is to take these guys through two hours of basic training in the morning. Platoon leaders can also specify training content.
"We were doing strength training this morning. Did you see this sword? If you want to prove that you are men, then pull this sword out of the ground one by one. Then insert it, just like you do a woman, if If you can't even do such a simple action of pulling out and inserting, then from today on, don't say you are men in front of me..." Zhang Tie had a smile on his face. But the mouth spits out the poison like a poisonous snake, stimulating the poor male pride of those guys.
Like Lieutenant Goethe, these guys looked at the sword, and some people wondered if it was a prank played by Lieutenant Mummy - using a sword made of wood and painted it with metallic paint to fool people.
Many people were exchanging glances.
"Who wants to try it first and prove whether he is a man?"
"I'll do it!" Beckham, who was nearly two meters tall, walked out of the queue and came to Zhang Tie. He stretched out both hands and grasped the hilt of the sword. The moment he grasped the hilt, Beckham's expression changed. Because the touch on his hand told him that this sword was not made of wood at all.
"Ah..." Beckham roared like a wild beast, taking a horse stance, his muscles and veins bulged, and his face turned red. Wanting to pull the giant sword out of the ground, the 358 kilogram sword was inserted into the ground. To pull it out again, the strength required is more than 358 kilograms. It is not difficult for a person to punch a punch weighing 358 kilograms, but it is even more difficult for a person to pick up an object weighing 358 kilograms. .
In the end, when Beckham's forehead began to sweat, he only pulled out a small section of less than ten centimeters from the soil.
Beckham, who roared like a beast for three minutes, finally lost his footing and sat down on the ground as if all the strength in his body had been drained. After standing up unsteadily, his face was full of shame.
"Next!"
Everyone looked at each other.
"Don't you even have the courage to prove yourself?" Zhang Tie said mockingly.
"Then how do you prove that you used this sword to insert it yourself? How do you prove in front of us that you are a man?" A thorny head in the platoon said in a weird voice.
"It's very simple!" Zhang Tie smiled, secretly counting his luck, and then pulled out the big sword from the ground with only one hand. After pulling out the sword completely, he pulled it out again in front of everyone. The sword was inserted into the ground, and it was also two feet into the ground. Then Zhang Tie pulled it out again and inserted the sword underneath again. After two consecutive times, everyone was silent, and the prickly heads also closed their mouths one by one...
Zhang Tie put his two hands behind his back, showing the demeanor of a master. Behind his back where others could not see, the muscles and meridians of the hand where Zhang Tie had just drawn the sword were already trembling, but they were blocked by the other hand. Holding it, it looks calm on the surface, and others can't see anything wrong at all. For the current Zhang Tie, although he could barely pull out the sword with one hand, it was the limit of his strength. He had just swung it twice casually, and the muscles in his right hand trembled like plucked piano strings. Protested against Zhang Tie.
It would be much easier if he could kill a bunch of giant wolves and get a few giant wolf seven-power fruits to eat, Zhang Tie thought in his mind.
After Zhang Tie demonstrated twice, everyone began to line up to try whether they could pull the sword up from the ground and insert it again. Everyone wanted to feel how strong Zhang Tie was.
After more than 50 guys tried it together, everyone looked at Zhang Tie with a little more respect. With such strength here, there is really nothing to say.
Later, not only the soldiers from the third platoon, but also other soldiers and officers from the Iron Blood Battalion came over and lined up to join in the fun, wanting to see if they were "men after all"...
In the end, the soldiers of the Iron-Blooded Battalion came up with a grade standard themselves - those who can't pull out the sword even slightly are women; those who can pull out the sword partially are half-women; those who can pull out the sword completely but cannot The one who inserts it is half a man; the one who pulls it out and can barely insert it but leaves the sword unsteady on the ground is an impotent man; the only one who can pull the sword out and insert it hard enough to keep the sword standing The one who lives is the real man.
What is a real man? He can pull out and insert!
Throughout the morning, a bunch of soldiers and officers in the Iron Blood Battalion were so excited by Zhang Tie's heavy sword that they screamed on the training ground. Each and every one of them competed with the strong men on the training ground in sweat, just for the sake of it. To gain the reputation of a real man. Those who used to call Zhang Tie a pretty boy suddenly realized that they were not even as good as a pretty boy, and were even more ashamed.
In the end, when it was almost lunch time, even Captain Reinhard was alerted and came over to join in the fun.
Under the adoring gazes of a bunch of animals, Captain Reinhardt easily pulled up the heavy sword from the ground with one hand. After swinging it casually a few times, Captain Reinhardt slashed the sword into the ground. Invisible power poured out from the sword like lightning, plowing a gap one foot deep and ten meters long on the ground of the training ground.
Everyone was stunned by this thunderous blow, including Zhang Tie.
"Hahahaha, this sword is fun to use. I will get one for fun someday..." Reinhardt laughed boldly, "Let all the bastards try it. Anyone who is rated as a woman today, Today, no one is allowed to eat, and he will be starved for the whole day. From now on, this kind of competition will be held once a week. Those who are rated as women on that day will not be allowed to eat, those who are half-women will only be allowed to eat one meal, and those who have improved will receive additional meals. A real man’s father gives him a box of cigars…”
As Battalion Commander Reinhardt spoke, he took out a box of cigars from his arms and threw it to Zhang Tie. A bunch of guys drooled with envy.
Zhang Tie, who had achieved his goal of establishing power, scratched his head and said, "Battal Commander, I want to use this sword this afternoon. I may not be able to let everyone try it. There are so many people in the camp. If everyone comes to try it, it may be necessary." Wait till night when Cai Lun has to go around!"
"What are you doing with your sword this afternoon?"
"Someone wants to challenge me for a duel, so I can't go without him!" Zhang Tie said honestly.
After Zhang Tie said this, he noticed that there was a sudden silence around him, and then everyone, including Reinhardt, became angry.
"What, some bastard dares to challenge our officers of the Iron-Blooded Battalion for a duel?" Feeling like a lion provoked to majesty by an insect, Reinhardt's angry voice was so loud that it shook the entire Iron-Blooded Battalion.
"Fuck him to death, let's go and fight him to death together..."
"Let the brothers in the armored battalion warm up the tank..."
"Copy guy!"
Everyone around him started making noises together, especially those men in Zhang Tie's third row who had just looked at him with admiration. They all jumped higher than Zhang Tie and were even more excited.
Why are these guys so excited? It's just a duel, so it shouldn't be such a fuss. Zhang Tie is a little confused...