Great Single Player of the Heavens

Time: July 2011

　　 Location: Britain, a military base.

　　 Inside the 4th camp of a certain brigade, a certain paratrooper regiment, there was an eye-catching shout:

　　 "Yeah! That's it!"

　　 "Yes! Beat him hard!"

　　 "Kill him!"

　　 is located in the open space in the center of the camp, two silhouettes, one high and one low, are fighting fiercely.

　　 A large group of inch-headed soldiers in gray T-shirts gathered together to cheer for the two of them.

　　 "Boom Boom Boom" The wildest muscle collision sound aroused cheers around.

　　 It is worth mentioning that the two men in the duel seem to be quite different in terms of body size.

　　The short-haired man with a short stature is a lean and explosive Asian youth; and his opponent is a tall, bald-headed man with high muscles.

　　 From the point of view of body size alone, it seems that a bald man can solve his opponent with only two strikes.

　　 However, the situation is completely different!

　　 As the Asian youth's figure suddenly changed, the bald-headed man made a heavy straight punch, and was lightly evaded.

　　 Before he had time to withdraw his castrated fist, the Asian youth slammed into the opponent's right arm, dashed forward, and hit the bald man's left lower abdomen with his right elbow!

　　'S stomach suffered a precise blow. The bald-headed man suddenly felt his stomach churning, his body suddenly lost all strength, his knees softened, and he kneeled on one knee involuntarily.

　　 Immediately afterwards, the sound of breaking wind in his ear made him raise his head.

　　 An afterimage swiftly struck, making the bald man's pupils dilate, and his eyes widened subconsciously.

　　 However, the fist did not really fall on his face, but stopped less than two centimeters from his face.

　　The clenched fist slowly opened and turned into a hand of friendship. The corner of the Asian youth's mouth raised and greeted the opponent who was kneeling on one knee:

　　 "Hey, Pop, how are you?"

　　 Hearing this, the bald-headed man couldn't help but smiled bitterly, stretched out his hand to hold the other's hand, and stood up with the other's help.

　　, clutching his aching belly, the brawny bald man, but at this moment aggrieved, said to the Asian youth:

　　 "A, do you want to be so cruel? If it is not good, you have to hit the abdomen. If I want to vomit after eating, I will count it on you!"

　　 Upon hearing this, the Asian youth smiled slightly and explained:

"Haha, sorry, your muscles are too thick elsewhere. I only have two choices, one is the abdomen and the other is the face. You don't want to wait for the assembly, when the captain sees your face hurt, yes Right?"

"Uh..."

　　 The brawny bald man named "Pop" was speechless.

　　 Seeing that the victory has been divided, the surrounding audience can't help but coax:

　　 "Pop, didn't you say you want to break A's winning streak?"

　　 "Yes, yes, why did you fall when you were punched in your stomach?"

　　 Regarding the ridicule of these hurting teammates, the bald-headed man turned around, his eyes widened, his **** was raised, and he uttered a fragrant mouth:

　　 "Elton, Sean, **** you! Don't compare so much, just come up and make gestures, and you'll know!"

　　The two inch-headed men who were directly named were not angry either, but laughed as if to make fun of others. For them, it was one of the few pleasures in the boring military life.

　　 As the bald-headed man walked out of the open space, only the Asian young man remained standing still, seeming to be waiting for something.

　　 At this time, a short man with a short stature but exploded muscles suddenly raised his notebook and shouted:

　　 "Listen, who else wants to challenge A, hurry up, otherwise, today's fighting time will be over!"

　　As soon as I said this, the surrounding discussion became louder, but no one really dared to go up and have a fight with the Asian youth in the middle of the open space.

　　 "Since there is no, then today's..."

　　 Before the words fell, a sentence came from the periphery of the crowd:

　　 "Hello sir!"

　　 Hearing that, whether it is the audience watching or the Asian youth standing in the middle of the open space, everyone has their legs together, their bodies tightened, and standing at attention.

　　 The crowd gave up an aisle, and a short-haired man in a military uniform with the rank of lieutenant walked in front of the Asian youth.

　　 He first looked at the youth up and down, and then said:

　　 "Corporal Mars, come with me, the colonel wants to see you."

"Yes, sir!"

　　 Following behind the lieutenant man, the two walked out of the soldier's camp and came to the office building where the senior officer was.

　　 When he came to the office of the head of the paratrooper regiment, the lieutenant man turned and left.

　　 Standing at the door, the Asian youth first tidied up his clothes, then reached out his hand on the door and knocked three times.

　　 In the next second, a hoarse voice came from inside:

"Come in!"

　　 Hearing the words, Asian youths pushed the door in immediately.

　　 In the office, it’s not too big. The ceiling fan on the ceiling keeps the temperature in the room. A middle-aged man wearing a military uniform with the rank of colonel was sitting in an office chair, waiting for a long time.

　　 The head of the paratrooper regiment, if there is no scary scar on his brow, he is no different from an ordinary British uncle.

　　 "Sir, are you looking for me?"

　　 Seeing Asian youth, middle-aged man's husky voice, mixed with a strong Scottish accent, immediately sounded:

　　 "Alex, how long have you been here?"

　　 Hearing the words, the Asian youth standing upright at the desk, for a moment, replied:

　　 "There are three days left, it's a full year, sir!"

　　 "Has it been a year so soon?"

　　 stroked the beard of his chin, the middle-aged man said to himself:

"I still remember that when your kid first came, you were no different from other rookies~www.ltnovel.com~ Until half a year ago, you were like a new person, just like someone who had just joined the army without any training. Like a recruit..."

　　 Upon hearing these words, the corners of the Asian youth's mouth moved slightly, and he couldn't help whispering in his heart: "No way, who made me just thrown into this world..."

　　 "Fortunately, you got used to all of this quickly and became stronger..."

　　 After a pause, the middle-aged man tapped a report on the desktop, and then said:

"Twenty-seven successful airborne missions, first in three joint exercises, record holder in shooting, parachuting, and fighting...I’m not afraid to tell you that the commanders of other paratrooper regiments are all looking at you as a kid. I want to **** you from me."

　　 "However, I refused all of them. Do you know why?"

　　 The Asian youth shook his head and replied, "I don't know, sir!"

　　 "Because, I think, with your ability, you shouldn't go to those troops and continue to waste lives!"

　　 "You have enough ability and courage to make some contributions to the upcoming war. That's why, I have applied to my superiors and plan to transfer you to another army."

　　 "Pack your bags and report to Credenhill Base at 17 o'clock tomorrow afternoon."

　　 Upon hearing this, the Asian youth raised his brows, and then asked:

　　 "Yes, sir! What is the name of the unit I want to report?"

　　 "S.A.S!"