The distance of more than ten meters seems like hundreds of thousands of feet; the forty-two fierce soldiers seem like millions of soldiers; the fierce general is only one sword taller than him, sitting proudly in the military tent.
At that moment, all the recruits no longer felt that this was a canteen. The small yard instantly turned into a huge battlefield covered with yellow sand. Looking at the second company, there were smoke and drums, countless flags, whistling wind and neighing horses. It was majestic, magnificent and thrilling. How could we defeat them? How could we defeat them
Look at the ninth squad, the lonely and tired horse, the blood-stained battle robe, depressed and sad. A bear general rushed into the yellow sand alone, rushing straight into the forest of swords and spears. How sad!
At that moment, Luo Fugui no longer cared about anything. The grief of the artillery tower, the hatred of stealing the chicken, the pain of the martial arts competition, new sorrows and old grudges mixed into a rage. Screw your grandma Gao Yidao, even if you give up your military uniform, I will beat you up.
Three soldiers came forward to block the attack, but were knocked away by the force of the angry bear with a loud crash. Tables and benches were overturned and the scene was a mess. More than a dozen soldiers from the second company beside the table immediately pounced on them.
Two legs at the waist, three punches at the chest. If you can't block it, just don't block it and hold your breath. If you can't dodge it, just don't dodge it and grit your teeth. Push to the left with all your strength, block out the shadows, turn around and punch to the right, some people scream in pain and some fall down.
He leaned forward, bent his legs and exerted his strength, pushing forward against the two soldiers blocking his chest. He would not be finished until he caught Gao Yidao.
Gao Yidao was still sitting steadily two tables away, holding a half bowl of soup in one hand, sipping it, looking at them with a cold face and squinting eyes. He did not stand up or say a word, allowing the bear to attack him with all its might, and allowing the soldiers of the second company beside him to charge forward one after another.
The recruits and spectators near the battlefield scattered with their heads in their hands, while the recruits in the distance stood up and watched. The spectators at the outermost edge stood directly on the benches and stepped on the tables, with countless eyes wide open, and the tables, benches, and bowls made a lot of noise due to the rubbing of their hands and the shaking of the stools.
"It's really eye-opening."
"Oh my god, how much effort that would take"
"Oh my god, there are two people in front of him, three people behind him, and punches and kicks from both sides, why can't he stop?"
"Oh my god... this is so inhuman..."
The yard had become a circular theater, with the audience surrounding it and the stage in the middle. At one end of the stage, Gao Yidao sat alone at the table, drinking soup with a gloomy face; in the middle of the stage, more than 40 soldiers from the second company gathered in a mess, with fists and kicks flying and shouting constantly, and the surrounded giant bear was struggling to move forward, and the speed of advancement was getting slower and slower; at the other end of the stage, two soldiers covered in dirt stood quietly.
Ma Liang took off the holster of his pistol, pulled the bayonet out of its scabbard, and chopped it on the table. Anyway, the ninth squad was going to be finished, so why should we be afraid of worse.
"Fool."
"Um."
"Don't just stand there, follow me."
"Um."
He took advantage of the distance of several meters to quickly rush forward, and kicked hard on the back of the nearest soldier from the second company.
Plop—clatter—the soldier who was kicked out knocked over the table next to him, and he was in so much pain that he couldn't get up. Then Ma Liang raised his left hand and put it on the shoulder of a man who was facing away from him, clenching his right fist and preparing to give him a black eye.
The other person turned around, but Ma Liang didn't punch him with the fist he had prepared. The two men looked at each other in a daze for a moment.
"Ma Liang, you..."
"Sorry, quick legs, eat it."
Bang!
"Oh my..."
A solid punch hit Kuaitui'er's nose, and the peach blossoms bloomed on the spot. Kuaitui covered his nose and rolled on the ground, shouting: "Behind me!"
Several people nearby turned around upon hearing the noise, and surrounded Ma Liang, beating him with punches and kicks.
Wu Shitou rushed headfirst into the battle group in the middle, his face expressionless and his eyes fixed, he tore, kicked, hit and bumped, letting himself stagger from being kicked, sway from being hit, and be dazed from being beaten by fists, he fixed his eyes on the target in front of him and would not change, he would move forward hard, hitting the one in front of him, hitting him hard, until he tilted, fell, and was trampled on, then he would move forward again, hitting the next one hard.
He is not tall, but he is strong. He is not smart, but he is fierce. He stumbles forward in the storm of fists and feet, and only knows to move forward. Once this stubborn fool sets a goal, he will execute it to the end, no matter whether he can reach the end or not.
The soldiers in the kitchen squad couldn't bear to watch it anymore, so they put down what they were holding, rushed over, and tried their best to stop, pull, and tug, trying to snatch Ma Liang and the other three from the clutches of the Second Company and try to quell this disaster.
Suddenly, two people fell out of the chaotic battle and started fighting each other, knocking over a nearby table. The two people who rolled on the ground still refused to let go of each other, grabbed each other's collars, and punched each other in the face. One of them was Wang Xiaosan.
No one saw when Wang Xiaosan joined the fight. Shouldn't he be in the house? How did he fly out from here? His face was bruised and bloody, and his body was covered with countless footprints. It was obvious that he had fought several rounds.
"What the hell are you doing? Why are you still fighting with the second company?" After seeing the heroic Wang Xiaosan, the dozen soldiers from the kitchen squad immediately changed from fighting to fists and feet, and officially joined this battle with a huge disparity in strength.
The originally intense battle surrounding Luo Fugui began to loosen up due to the participation of Ma Liang, Wu Shitou and the cooking team. A new circle of fighting spread out, with low panting, muffled groans, shouting and cursing, crackling and clattering...
"What's that noise?" Xiao Bing asked Xiao Dou beside him in surprise as he walked towards the kitchen compound.
When they arrived at the gate, the two regiment guards and three regiment communicators who came for lunch were all dumbfounded.
They had been hanging out with Class 9 for a long time and had become good friends. Ma Liang had jumped from the regiment to Class 9 and was also a good friend. He also heard that Class Leader Hu might not be able to make it. Although Xiao Bing did not have as deep feelings for Hu Yi as the people in Class 9, he felt bad staying in the confinement room with him every day and the close relationship with the little girl.
Seeing this, Xiao Bing's first thought was to rush over to stop the fight, but when he found that the people from the kitchen team were also fighting, his mind immediately changed. He pulled off his gun and threw it to a nearby recruit, then rolled up his sleeves and rushed into the yard.
"Xiao Bing, you..." Another guard saw that Xiao Bing's posture was not right and opened his mouth to stop him.
"The law does not punish everyone, so let's go." Xiaodou said this and rushed in second.
The three remaining soldiers at the door looked at each other, then rushed in.
The audience was cheering, and some of the brave ones even started to applaud. At first, it was a battle without suspense, and everyone was waiting to see the tragic Ninth Squad being slaughtered by the vicious Second Company; later, the Cooking Squad actually broke in, and it became a battle with a huge disparity in strength, and everyone was waiting to see how long the Ninth Squad and the Cooking Squad could hold out; now, five more people from the regiment rushed in, this was a timely help, a coalition to fight against the tyranny of Qin
Now it's getting more lively. The nine squads, the cooking squad, and the regiment headquarters have formed a coalition to fight against the arrogant spearhead company. The independent regiment now has only eight units in total, and the participants are equivalent to half a regiment. How magnificent it is. How can we not be happy and applaud? It's rare to see this once in a century. This is a real sight.
"A lean camel is bigger than a horse, see? Class Nine is not to be trifled with."
"That's useless. The difference in strength is huge. Not only is the evil star of the ninth squad gone, but the fierce general of the second company hasn't been deployed yet. Look at the soup he drank. It's really impressive."
"Oh, yes, they say that the evil star is the only one who can withstand Gao Yidao, but unfortunately we came too late and didn't have the chance to see it, and there will be no chance in the future."
Uncle Niu stood at the door of the house. Half of the yard in front of him had turned into a battlefield. There was smoke and chaos, wolves howling and ghosts howling, angry shouting, wrestling and fighting, people falling down, getting up, struggling, it was chaos, chaos, chaos.
“Stop it!”
Although Uncle Niu's throat hurt from shouting, the battlefield only stopped for a brief moment, and then continued to fight in a mess, which made Uncle Niu very angry.
The fight got so intense that Uncle Niu could no longer control the situation. It was inevitable for soldiers to fight with each other, but a fight like this was a bit serious. When people got anxious, the punches and kicks would be heavier, and accidental casualties could occur at any time.
He frowned deeply and turned away, only to see Gao Yidao continuing to sit there and drink soup as if nothing had happened, which made Uncle Niu very angry.
"Gao Yidao, you kid, tell them to stop right now, do you hear me?" Uncle Niu said in a bad tone.
"They wanted to beat me, but I didn't ask them to beat me. If I couldn't stop the Second Company, I couldn't stop them either." Gao Yidao put down the soup bowl and pretended to be helpless.
"Alright Gao Yidao, you have made it. Now you dare to tell lies to me, right?"
"Uncle Niu, if you can't stop it, how can I stop it?"
Gao Yidao argued, feeling proud in his heart. Fighting this one battle was worth three months of training. So many soldiers from the Second Company had just died. Who doesn't have brothers and sisters? Who doesn't want to vent? The Ninth Class came up and acted as a punching bag. It was a two-birds-at-a-time thing. Why not
Luo Fugui gasped heavily, swinging his fists endlessly, and hitting with all his might. Finally, another person in front of him fell down, revealing a large gap. He saw Gao Yidao behind the wall of people, and he hated him so much that his teeth ached. He grabbed the other person in front of him, picked him up, and threw him to the side in the air.
Plop—splash—
Three or four people were knocked down by the falling.
But he couldn't move his legs forward any further because both legs were pulled by someone, and someone was hugging his waist, and even someone was climbing up from behind his shoulders, making it impossible for Luo Fugui to move.
"Gao Yidao, call me fuck your grandma... Let's fight me if you dare," Luo Fugui roared tiredly.
"I'm not interested in losing."
Boom! There was a loud thud and the exhausted giant bear, which was held tightly by seven or eight soldiers from the second company, finally fell down, as if a small mountain had collapsed, and the soldiers trapped underneath cried out in pain.
Gao Yidao's table was right in front of him, just a few inches away, Luo Fugui could pull the table leg, he reluctantly reached out to grab it, but couldn't, just a little bit short. With his back held down by several people, he tried to raise his head, his eyes swept across the edge of the table, and he could see Gao Yidao's smug black face.
Crash—
A bucket of slop was poured over Gao Yidao's head, who was smiling at Luo Fugui, and he felt sore all over from the rotten vegetables and leftover soup.
Gao Yidao, with vegetable leaves on his head and yellow liquid dripping from the brim of his hat, looked dark in an instant, and a murderous aura spread out in an instant, and a layer of angry flames seemed to flow around his body. He raised his eyebrows and stared at the tiger's eyes, slowly twisting his neck to look to the side... In an instant, the tiger turned into a cat, wilting.
"Uncle Niu, you—"
"Today I will help you, a capable guy." Uncle Niu, with a cold face, threw down the swill bucket in his hand, picked up a long wooden spoon, and started swinging it at Gao Yidao who was covered in swill.
The whole audience suddenly buzzed. Uncle Niu also got started
Gao Yidao never thought that Uncle Niu would attack him. How could he dare to fight back? He jumped up and wanted to run, but suddenly he felt Uncle Niu grab the back of his neck. He staggered, and then there was a bang on his head and stars were spinning in front of his eyes.
"You little bastard, I let you do it, I let you run... I let you crawl under the table, I let you crawl again, I let you..."
The midday sun shines dully on the kitchen compound, the empty playground, and the distant mountains...