The system has to be used even if it is pulled

At night, Cecilius, who had just sprayed medicine on his right hand, was surrounded by a group of gendarmes in his tent, answering their questions in a perfunctory manner.

"Okay, stop making trouble. The captain who came this time doesn't seem to be a weakling. You can tell from his physique. I didn't expect that such a tough guy would come to us instead of joining the special forces. Be careful these days and don't let him catch you. A new officer has to make three big moves when he takes office. Don't get burned to death." Cecilius held his right hand in frustration and scolded the soldiers around him.

A pale-faced sergeant led several military policemen to push through the crowd and looked at Cecilius mockingly: "You are too stupid, you are brainless. It's my turn this time."

"I will open my eyes and see how you are humiliated, you are so cunning." Cecilius spat fiercely.

Ji Duoduan turned his head away with disdain and said, "Humph! Let's ride the donkey and watch the opera. I believe I will win this time."

.......

Zhao Yuanlang sat cross-legged in his tent, constantly practicing his skills. This planet was a bit strange. He could actually absorb true energy while practicing his skills.

Things are different now. In the past, I was a killer, a lone wolf, doing whatever I wanted among a flock of sheep. But now I am on the battlefield. The more powerful I am on the battlefield, the more hope I have of survival, even though I am a second-line soldier.

Time passed slowly and it was already late at night. Zhao Yuanlang slowly finished his training, stood up, drank the glass of water on the table, opened the door of the tent and walked out.

"Boss! Boss! Good news, the target has already started to move."

"Come on, follow me."

......

Zhao Yuanlang was in the toilet and was about to pee when he heard a sound behind his head. He immediately raised his right arm to block it and quickly picked up his pants with his left hand.

Hard, square, brick, Zhao Yuanlang immediately felt what was flying. Before Zhao Yuanlang turned around, there were continuous sounds of breaking air behind him.

Zhao Yuanlang quickly turned around and smashed the flying bricks. Then he saw five masked men with military uniforms worn backwards rushing towards him in the dim moonlight.

Zhao Yuanlang suddenly felt a surge of anger in his heart. No man would want to be attacked while peeing, as it would not be good for his lower body.

The first person who rushed over swung his fist at Zhao Yuanlang's temple, but before he could punch him, he felt a sudden pain in his abdomen and he actually flew up into the air.

The others were stunned when they saw their accomplices being knocked flying. In just a short while, Zhao Yuanlang had already approached and knocked the remaining few to the ground in no time. They all rolled on the ground holding the painful parts of their bodies.

Zhao Yuanlang did not continue to attack. He had just shown mercy and did not practice any martial arts. He relied purely on his physical strength. After all, he was afraid that he would kill them with one move if he used his true energy.

Zhao Yuanlang looked coldly at the five people rolling on the ground. Suddenly, he tightened his left and right feet. He saw two people who appeared out of nowhere holding his feet on the left and right, trying to knock him down.

He pressed his arms down suddenly and delivered two elbow strikes, knocking the two people who were holding him to the ground and letting go of their hands. Without waiting for them to get up, Zhao Yuanlang kicked them twice, sending the two men flying over his head and crashing into the temporary toilet in the military camp.

The others who were rolling on the ground were stunned and hurriedly got up, trying to turn around and run. Zhao Yuanlang took a few quick steps and kicked them to the ground one by one. After kicking each of them in the stomach, he grabbed one of them by the feet, turned the whole person 180 degrees, and threw him towards the toilet like a windmill. The two people who had fallen in earlier were just about to climb out when they were smashed in, and the entire toilet collapsed.

Zhao Yuanlang threw the remaining few into the toilet like dumplings, walked to the last one, pulled off the mask on his face, and it was the senior officer with many plans.

"Sergeant Ji Duoduan, I need an explanation." Zhao Yuanlang grabbed Ji Duoduan's forehead and looked down at him ferociously.

"No, no, you can't do this to me, Captain, spare me, I just wanted to play a joke on you! My uncle is the deputy chief of staff of the First War Zone!" Ji Duoduan felt that the strength in Zhao Yuanlang's hands was getting stronger and stronger.

"I also want to make a joke with you. What do you think of that toilet? And your uncle is the deputy chief of staff? It's none of my business. He's not my uncle. Also, do you know federal law? Attacking your superior without reason will result in a military court." Zhao Yuanlang pinched Ji Duoduan's forehead and lifted him up.

"No, no, no, stop it, you newbie! Ah!"

Looking at Ji Duoduan who dived into the toilet, Zhao Yuanlang started operating the military communicator on his wrist.

.......

More than a dozen gendarmes who received the assembly message stood upright under the leadership of Cecilius. They looked at Ji Duoduan and others who were lying on the ground covered in feces and urine and wailing constantly, and they couldn't help feeling a chill in their hearts.

Zhao Yuanlang found a chair from somewhere, sat on it with a big sword and a golden horse, frowned, and said, "Why don't you wash them quickly?

Everyone endured the stench, pulled the water pipe from the camp over, turned on the switch, and sprayed it towards the people who were wailing on the ground.

While everyone was cleaning Ji Duoduan and others, Cychirus, who was standing in front of Zhao Yuanlang, flew up and crashed into a tent more than 10 steps away.

When the people in the group of Cecilius saw their boss being knocked away, they dropped what they were holding and rushed towards Zhao Yuanlang roaring.

The first person who rushed forward was hit by Zhao Yuanlang's spinning elbow and his entire right arm was removed. The second person who came forward was slightly shocked by Zhao Yuanlang's skills and was thrown to the ground by Zhao Yuanlang's arm pull and back throw. Then Zhao Yuanlang kicked him away, smashing several people who rushed forward into rolling gourds.

The remaining few people stood still and even began to slowly retreat. Fear loomed over everyone's heads. They never expected that the man standing in front of them, who looked extremely strong, tall, and mighty, could fight so well. But Zhao Yuanlang did not intend to let them go. He knew that he had just become the captain, and these old soldiers did not obey him.

Although he emphasized the combination of firmness and softness, and the equal application of kindness and severity, Zhao Yuanlang did not have the patience. If he did not shock them severely, they might shoot him in the back on the battlefield. Zhao Yuanlang did not have the time to waste his feelings with them.

Sechelius had just crawled out of the tilted tent with blood all over his face. Seeing his men being knocked to the ground one after another by Zhao Yuanlang, he knew that he would be in big trouble if he didn't go up.

Thinking about how Zhao Yuanlang had just said to him unreasonably, "You are courting death!", he was kicked away. Logically, his special forces skills should not be so poor, but he really didn't see clearly how he moved his hands. His chest ached slightly, and he felt as if several of his ribs were broken.

Knowing how fierce Zhao Yuanlang was, Sechelius didn't want his men to lose arms and legs, so he struggled to get up, walked to Zhao Yuanlang, bent over and apologized: "Captain, we are wrong, please let my brothers go, everything is on me."

"Boss, don't do this!"

"Boss!"

The people in the group of Cecilius looked at their boss and tried to rush up unwillingly.

"Really? Heroism? Doesn't the old saying go that a man's knees are made of gold?" Zhao Yuanlang looked at Cycarius in front of him, then looked up at the group of gendarmes in the distance, feeling a little strange, yet with a hint of hope.

"Captain, please show mercy!"

Zhao Yuanlang didn't know what was going on, and he just stared at Sechelius who was kneeling in front of him.