Rebirth: Romania Rising

As the sky begins to turn white, wisps of orange-red light gradually rise from the horizon.In the soft light of the morning sun, everything around him was enveloped in a faint golden halo.

With the dim light outside the window, Victor, who was used to getting up early, got dressed and then woke up the drunkard from yesterday.

"Get up, get up! Don't sleep."

"Crash... bang!" With a loud noise, the kettle on the bedside table slipped and fell to the floor.

The drunkard hated being interrupted while sleeping. He opened his eyes and sat up suddenly, staring at Victor fiercely and getting angry.Dirty words almost came out of his mouth:

"Damn it, I got it! Don't make any noise...you..."

Then I remembered - I didn't know this officer, what was his name?And why did I go back to the military camp?

Unable to think, the drunkard touched his few hairs.He pulled off the quilt and turned over - weren't he dreaming?

The drunkard's expression was no longer disdainful, and his thick eyebrows were relaxed and no longer raised. He looked at Victor and said, "You are a very smart young man. You even covered me with a quilt and helped me get into bed. What's your name?" What you see, you can call me Betif (be?0?0iv: alcoholic)"

"I am Ion Victor Antonescu." It was not Victor who answered, but Alexei.It turned out that Alexei heard the noise and quickly inquired about the information.

"Who asked you? Who are you?" Betif's eyes widened and he realized that he was a new recruit. He had a bad attitude and a very vicious tone.

"Comrade Betif." Victor began to speak, and he said unhurriedly: "These are all warriors who will study and train together in the future. What's the reason why you can't speak calmly and calmly?"

"Who the hell are they colleagues? They are still soldiers and cannon fodder."

Betif glared at Alexey for a few times, his eyes rested on the military rank on Victor's shoulder, and then said: "How did you become a major?"

He trudged so arrogantly that he stepped on the chair where Victor read the newspaper at night and tied his shoelaces. He said sincerely: "Victor, right? I thought you were quite decent. I don't think you are suitable to be an officer. Soldiers like this are just cannon fodder, so what kind of soldiers are you?"

"And tell me, people are divided into three, six or nine levels, and the army is the same. And the army always pays attention to hierarchy. How can we manage good soldiers if we don't understand the relationship between superiors and subordinates?"

Victor was silent at this time, and Alexey dared not speak in anger.

Victor understands that certain times are unavoidable in contemporary society, let alone Romania.But he still said unconvinced: "According to military law, our Romanian soldiers can be promoted and knighted as long as they win the battle, let alone become an officer. My military rank is also achieved by meritorious service!"

This is actually not correct, because the military rank was obtained by the original owner. The original owner Antonescu participated in suppressing the peasant uprising as a low-level military officer in 1907. Due to his meritorious service in suppressing the peasant uprising, he was promoted to regimental commander and awarded the military rank of major.

Compared with officers like old Denblad and alcoholic Betif, who worked hard for seniority and connections, their gold content was not inferior to 01:30 points.

That Betif was originally a drunkard with a weird temperament and was very happy and angry.After discovering that his "good advice" had been rejected, he became furious and immediately pointed at Victor and said:

"Damn it, what the hell are you going to say to me? Come on and let me give it a try. Why did you, a young man, become a major? How could you survive so long and so much faster than me? Look how good your kung fu is. It’s true or false!”

As he spoke, he rolled up his sleeves, clenched his fists, and walked over menacingly, dragging his bloated body.

The noise became louder and louder, and more people came to the door of the dormitory to watch and eat.Until Betif was about to hit someone, everyone was really shocked, fearing that something might happen to the young man.

Some officers and soldiers shook their heads at the side: This is the first time Betif has caused trouble. This drunkard does anything, big or small. He bullies people just because of his size. I hope Victor will get through it safely. These young people want to fight for the ideas in their hearts...

Victor had no intention of confronting Betif any more. He took a step back, raised his hand to stop him and said, "Wait a minute!"

But Betif pressed forward step by step, and said provocatively: "Why, are you afraid?"

"It's not that I'm afraid, but I'm thinking about you." As soon as Hei Fu said this, Dongmen Bao stopped.

"For my sake? Do you know what you are talking about? It really made me laugh."

"Haven't you seen it? How many people are gathered in the corridor now. You and I are having a fight here. Once someone reports it to the police, no matter who loses or wins, they will be punished. They will be whipped. The skin will be ripped apart and the flesh will be ripped apart and they will not be able to get out of bed. "

Victor touched his thick black hair and said with a smile: "I'm young and I'm not afraid of this kind of injury, so it doesn't matter. But you... wouldn't it be a pity if you didn't resist the caning?"

"Hmph, you don't even think about escaping. How dare you look down on me? You succeeded in irritating me! No matter what, there can only be one winner." Betif refused to give up.

Victor originally thought that the name of military law would dissuade him from the idea of ​​deciding the outcome by force. Seeing that Betif was determined to fight, Victor had no choice but to face the enemy head-on!

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Both parties took off their bulky coats and rolled up their sleeves.

"Alexei, who do you think the two of them will win?" Anton, a strong man on the side, asked Alexei, but found that Alexei was trying hard to hold back his laughter, and his mouth almost burst from laughter, and he coughed twice. Shengcai said:

"Our warrior Victor from Arges must win! Who is he? He is a warrior who can defeat the two thieves!"

"But Betif is a famous drunkard in the army. He is not afraid of pain in a fight. He is just like an alcoholic as his name suggests..." Some people are obviously more confident in Betif.

"I want to see if you, a young man, are really capable!" Betif pretended to be provocative, intending to give the young man some color:

"Bang bang!" The two fists hit each other,

Victor's fists were shaking a little, not because he was nervous or timid, but because he was warming up, adapting to the rhythm of the battle, and allowing his body to accelerate and become familiar with the drunkard's fighting style.

But he saw that Betif was punching in and out, his arms were motionless, and his lower body was still quite stable after being hit. Betif concentrated and stared at Victor's fists and arms.The lower body is constantly adjusting according to the situation on the field.

Different from the calm and quiet inside the competition, the scene outside the competition was lively and lively.As the saying goes, "A layman can see the excitement, an expert can see the door."The amateur soldiers just wanted to have fun watching the "river of blood", while the expert soldiers held their breath one by one, as if they were immersed in the scene, and were trying hard to think of strategies to defeat the enemy.

In a small space, the two of them constantly adjusted their pace, with the first one moving forward and the other retreating.Victor kept adjusting his position and moving. The two mobilized their energy and played psychological games with each other.

Sure enough, Betif couldn't bear this meaningless garbage time anymore and yelled: "Punch me!" He moved quickly, but his arm didn't move at all - he didn't want to punch at all.

Victor was not disturbed by the roar, his steps were steady, his breath was steady, and there was no flaw left.Stare at Betif's fingers with all your concentration.When the drunkard roared just now, his wrists and arms didn't exert any force. How could he be hit?

He took a deep breath, lowered his body and lowered his center of gravity.Suddenly he raised his arm, and his clenched fist moved accordingly, suddenly raised and hit Betif on the chin.

And at the moment when Victor raised his hand, Betif also calmed down and raised his arm to prepare to resist the attack directed at him.

Unexpectedly, Heifu didn't give way, and his fist suddenly accelerated like a cannon popping out of the chamber, and smashed it in the direction of the target!

"No, this kid is so strong!"

Betif was shocked when he felt the power coming from his arm. He quickly continued to exert force, but still failed to break Victor. Instead, his arm was squeezed away by the sudden huge force.

So, I only heard a "pop" sound!

When everyone reacted, Betif was hit by a heavy punch, lost his balance and fell to the ground.

Victor, on the other hand, looked relaxed at the moment, looking at everyone with a smile.

This battle, which lasted less than 2 minutes, seemed extremely easy and a pure contest of strength, but in fact it was extremely energy-consuming.

But no matter what, in an instant, the victory or defeat is decided!

What a victory for Victor!