dead child, ghost carrying coffin

Feeling guilty, the young instructor walked towards Chen Dage.

After his impression changed, he also wanted to ease the relationship between the two.

After all, in today's society, there are not many young people like Chen who are willing to endure hardships.

Here is a special thing to say, the Chilong instructor thinks that Chen Dage is young, but in fact he himself is not.

In the dark age when the Chinese nation was invaded by Japanese slaves, the "instructor" joined the army at the age of 15.

The year he died for his country, he was only 19 years old!

And martyrs like instructors abounded in our team back then!

Now, they're just college students... just kids!

At this point in writing, the four bloody characters "Don't forget the national humiliation" hang in the author's mind involuntarily.

Encourage everyone!

......

The young instructor obviously didn't know Chang Ba Ye, let alone the famous saying of our Ba Ye:

Don't have any good fantasies about the little bastard, not at all!

If so, it means you are going to be unlucky.

That's exactly what it is...

Just when Instructor Chilong approached Chen with sincerity, the fellow suddenly jumped up high like a sky monkey, and hit the instructor's belly with one knee.

When he fell, he stomped hard on someone's foot again.

Just when the instructor was suddenly attacked and the pain was unbearable, the scourge used his military body to grab him like a cloud and flowing water, and pressed the instructor to the ground with his backhand.

"Hahahaha, monitor, are we subduing you?"

"Is it possible to graduate from the special training?!"

"You're talking about whatever method you use, and you're saying 'always be ready to fight, never let your guard down for a moment'."

"We all do what you say, you can't be impatient!"

At this time, the squad leader who was pushed to the ground was anxious and funny seeing Chen with his bruised face and complacent expression.

Am I shooting myself in the foot with a rock?Or teach the apprentice to starve the master to death...

However, how could our red dragon fighters give in easily, not to mention that the instructor is still the best among them.

Taking advantage of Chen's elation, he suddenly exerted strength, turned over and crushed the evil under him.

While slapping the scourge's big butt with a rounded hand, he laughed and cursed at the same time.

"Brat, today the class leader will teach you one more thing: Before your enemy dies completely, you must not relax a bit... Otherwise, you will most likely pay with your own life!"

"Don't forget, there are still parents at home who are looking forward to your return day and night...with no missing arms or legs, complete return..."

Speaking of this, the young soldier seemed to recall something, and his mood faded instantly.

After letting go of Chen Daji who was struggling hard, he went towards his resting place without looking back.

Although Chen was careless, he also noticed the abnormality of his instructor at this time.

It's rare that he didn't mess around, but looked thoughtfully at the strong back of the red dragon warrior.

Until it was interrupted by a voice - a voice with a slight baby voice.

"Brother Daji, what are you thinking?"

When Chen turned around, he saw an eight or nine-year-old boy standing behind him at some point.

Although the boy was a little thin, his eyes were full of radiance, and could even be said to be full of weirdness.

This "child" is the instructor who was invited by someone by name, and the inventor of Papa Lei.

When meeting each other for the first time, Chen Dage was completely dumbfounded.

It never occurred to him that the famous Paba Lei was actually invented by the child in front of him.

And Mr. Chen didn't think such a small child could teach him anything... It's almost as good as teaching him to pee standing up first!

But the slap in the face came so quickly:

The little boy named Er Zhuzi saw that Chen Daji was not convinced, so he offered to have a competition—to see who could make more powerful, more concealed, and more deceptive landmines.

The incomprehensible but dexterous Mr. Chen naturally agreed repeatedly after hearing the words:

Uncle Ma (Mo Zhe Ma Mingyang) has taught himself "handwork" for a long time, why can't the mines he made be better than this little kid? !