Slave to Queen: One Night Bride

Chapter 664
The parachutist laughed when he saw him being old-fashioned, and picked up the military stick again: "Little Tiger, have you really seen clearly? Are you not afraid of your butt blooming?"

"Not afraid!"

"Okay! Come on!"

Zhang Fei went down fiercely, and this time it was a different person, a very thin soldier.The parachutist looked at him, and then at the little tiger's head: "You estimate the strength, and only use 10% of your strength to stop this child. If he can break through, he will win. If he fails, beat him with [-] army sticks!" "

The little soldier was very disturbed: "Pilot, the child is so young, I'm afraid I won't be able to stand 10 military sticks..."

"Little Tiger Head, did you hear that? You can still go back on your word."

"No, I'm going to participate!" Little Tiger Head was taller and stronger than ordinary children.At this moment, his body was standing upright, his chest was deliberately puffed out, and he was holding a light spear, which really didn't take much effort to carry.

Lu Wenlong was still very worried. He had seen that the parachutist was so strict, if Xiao Hutou really failed, he would be dealt with by military law.The two of them have a deep brotherly love, and when their parents are away, they have to protect the little tiger head. When the time comes, they will be beaten to pieces, how can they explain to their mother and father?

"Little Tiger, stop playing around."

"Brother, I'm going to participate! You can participate, why can't I? You bully me..."

"Okay, you go!" The parachutist finally let go!But looking at Xiaobing: "Remember, you must use up [-]% of your strength and never let the water go, otherwise, military law will do it!"

"Yes!"

The little tiger was overjoyed, and immediately got ready, mounted his horse, raised his gun, and rushed to the river.

But, after all, he is a child, he has a playful attitude, and he doesn't know the skills, so how can he compare with Lu Wenlong?After a few extravagances, the soldiers stopped him to the bottom of the river without any effort.The little tiger fell head-on, his body was hurt by the pebbles in the river, and he limped back, his face disheveled.

The parachutist looked at him: "Little Tiger, you failed!"

He looked timidly at the black military stick, step by step, only leaning towards his elder brother.

Lu Wenlong wanted to protect him, and his face was full of embarrassment: "The parachutist... Xiao Hutou is a child...he is playing around..."

"In the military camp, how can you allow me to play around? No matter who dares to come forward to challenge, you must accept the corresponding punishment! Children are no exception! Otherwise, everything will become a trifling matter?"

"This... the little tiger's head was injured, and he was frightened again..." Lu Wenlong knelt down, "I beg the parachutist to be merciful, if it breaks, I can't explain to my mother..."

"Wenlong, get up!"

His tone was so stern, Lu Wenlong dared not disobey, but Xiao Hutou was timid, with tears in his eyes.

"Come here! Punish Xiaohu's head with ten army sticks! Not even one less stick!"

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Even the two law enforcement soldiers hesitated and pleaded together: "General, such a small child, I can't bear it... What if I break it?"

The parachutist frowned and shouted: "Whoever dares to intercede, let's do military law together."

The little tiger was so frightened that he didn't dare to cry. Two soldiers pulled him up and dragged him down.The surrounding soldiers lined up on both sides.Lu Wenlong also stood by and looked at the parachutist, but he didn't dare to intercede again.

The little tiger's head was pressed on the stool, and a soldier swung a stick.Just as he was about to beat him, he yelled again: "Bad guys...you hit me...bad guys, I want to tell my father...Mom, save me..."

The soldier's stick has already fallen.

Although the soldier only used three percent of his strength, how could such a small child bear it?After two sticks in a row, Xiaohu wailed with a headache, snot and tears, and cried bitterly: "Mom...my mother...Daddy, they bully me...some bad people bully me..."

However, it was useless to cry and cry. The soldiers had already beaten 10 sticks in accordance with the art of war.

This was already a very light punishment, but the little tiger's head was still red and swollen. As soon as he was released, he jumped off immediately. However, his butt hurt like a fire, and he limped when he walked, almost falling to the ground.

Lu Wenlong felt sorry for him, and immediately rushed up to hug him.

He flung himself into his brother's arms, as if he had been greatly wronged, tears and snot all over Lu Wenlong's body, crying out of breath: "I want to go home...I want to go back...Brother, let's go back... ..."

Lu Wenlong hugged him, looked at the parachutist quietly, and said in a low voice: "Little Tiger Head, this is military discipline, and you accepted the challenge yourself. The parachutist beat you lightly..."

He didn't look at the parachutist at all, and just threw himself into Lu Wenlong's arms: "No, I want to go home, I want to find Dad, I want to find my mother..."

Lu Wenlong's face showed embarrassment. Like Qin Dawang and others, he was very pampered to Xiao Hutou almost from the first meeting. No matter how stubborn he was, he rarely spoke harshly or blamed him, let alone beat him.Seeing the little tiger head crying, he turned to the parachutist: "Paragon general, let me take the little tiger head home first..."

The parachutist looked calm: "You can't leave now. According to the itinerary estimate, your father and mother will arrive tomorrow."

"No, no... I want to go home..."

"The enemy is watching you all the way, little tiger head, what will you do if you are caught by the enemy when you go on the road? At that time, they will lock you in the sack again..."

Little Hutou had lingering fears, even a child knew that beating him by a parachutist was a light punishment, but being locked in a sack by the enemy was even more terrifying.He choked up and didn't dare to say anything about leaving.

"Wenlong, take Xiaohutou back to rest for a while."

"Yes."

Lu Wenlong didn't dare to plead any more, and went into the room with Xiaohu's head in his arms.

The house was also abandoned. Although the soldiers had cleaned it clean, there was still a cold and damp musty smell.The little tiger was lying on a pile of hay with his head grinning in pain. Lu Wenlong brought him a bowl of hot water. How could a child endure such pain?He ate so poorly, slept like a pile of grass, and was beaten to pieces, the more he thought about it, the more wronged he became, his mouth was flattened and he was about to cry, but Lu Wenlong tried to make him happy, so he picked up the spear and danced a few times: "Heh, little tiger head, starting tomorrow, I will teach you a set of marksmanship."

He begged his brother for a long time, but his brother always said he was busy and refused to teach marksmanship, as long as he learned boxing, standing and so on.Seeing that my brother actually agreed, I immediately forgot the pain and giggled: "Alright, brother, I will start learning tomorrow."

"Tomorrow, Mom and Dad will come too."

He was even happier. At this time, he heard the whistle outside the door, and Lu Wenlong knew that it was just the sound of gathering for dinner.He went out immediately: "Little Tiger, you wait, I'll get the food back."

"Go brother, I'm so hungry."

Lu Wenlong went out, the dinner was still dry and hard steamed bread, but he added a bowl of hot soup with some mildewed vegetables in it, which had a slight fragrance, which was much better than at noon.He took two copies, turned around excitedly and wanted to leave, but saw that the parachutist was also holding a large porcelain bowl, eating the same things.

He was slightly surprised, the parachutist has always eaten this?He is a general.

"Wenlong."

He stopped, and asked in surprise, "Pilot, do you eat this too?"

"Of course!"

Lu Wenlong's complexion changed a little, and he was even more surprised. The parachutist's tone was so natural that the soldiers next to him didn't take it seriously, which was obviously commonplace.Seeing him ask a question, a soldier laughed and said, "The parachutist has been staying with us all the time."

He suddenly felt a sense of awe, but he felt that no one he knew had ever felt like this.Whether it is the Fourth Prince or King Qin, they are also members of the commanding army, and they spend half their lives in glory and wealth, and it is absolutely impossible for them to live such a life for many years.

Suddenly, I understood why he insisted on beating the little tiger's head with a stick - no exception, no one can be an exception, everyone in this army must be treated equally.

Almost as hard as iron.

The parachutist came over with a big porcelain bowl: "Come on, Wenlong, let's go and see the little tiger's head."

"Thank you, Parachutist."

The little tiger was sitting on the grass—not sitting, but lying on his stomach, because if he sat, his butt would hurt.He waited helplessly for his brother to come in with food, but he saw a tall figure come in after his eyes went dark.

Another parachutist.

Already terrified and in awe of this man, he turned away from him.

"Little Tiger Head..." The parachutist sat down beside him, held a bowl, and handed it to him, "Little Tiger Head, it's time to eat."

"No, I won't eat your food!" When he saw his brother, he was very pleasantly surprised, as if he had a big backer, and he felt safe only in front of his brother.

Lu Wenlong handed him the cornbread. This time, he was beaten and ran for half a day. He was already suffering from hunger and cold. After the hot soup and the cornbread, he no longer cared about the crudeness and ate it with relish, but he felt that the cornbread was the most delicious in the world. thing.

Seeing him eating so comfortably, the parachutist couldn't help smiling.Children, after all, are children.

He reached out and patted his butt, gently: "Does it still hurt?"

Little Tiger turned his head around and glared at him: "Go away!"

Lu Wenlong said softly: "Little Hutou, don't be rude to the parachutist." Then he hurriedly apologized to the parachutist, "Little Hutou is not sensible, please forgive him."

The parachutist laughed, stretched out his hand, and twisted his cheek: "Little brat, you still dare to get angry at me?"

The little tiger turned his face away desperately, but the parachutist's big hand was stuck like a rubber band, and he couldn't shake it off. He became annoyed and yelled loudly: "Bastard, let me go...I want to call My father beats you... When my father sees you, he will definitely beat you hard and tell you to bully me... Bad guy... Big bad guy, you really hate me..."

The parachutist laughed and deliberately teased him: "Is your father very good?"

"Of course my father is powerful. My father is the most powerful person in the world with a big knife. When he comes, if he knows that you bully me, he will definitely kill you with a big knife. You should run away quickly..."

"Hahahaha..." The parachutist laughed loudly, "Little bastard, little bastard..."

Seeing him laughing out loud, Lu Wenlong found it very strange.Such a serious person suddenly laughed like this.

Little Tiger Head was originally full of resentment towards him, but when he saw him laughing out loud, the laughter was so bright and contagious, he couldn't continue cursing.At this time, he suddenly made a strange move—he took the parachutist's porcelain bowl and drank it.

This is a bowl of soup per person, there is no extra.He was very hungry, very thirsty, and felt cold. Seeing that his hot soup was put aside and he had already finished his own, he was already salivating. When the parachutist was laughing, he took up his soup and drank it After drinking it all in one gulp, he put down the bowl, complacently, his eyes were full of little joy of revenge: "Haha, parachutist, your soup..."

Lu Wenlong couldn't laugh or cry.

(End of this chapter)