"Cultivating an Army" Wilder Army Dad

The little white face was not Zhile, with this kick, his tall and majestic body immediately became Lin Daiyu who was burying flowers, and he cried so hard that he lost two of his souls, sobbing and howling.As a result, his arm couldn't hold it anymore, even if Zhile stood on tiptoe and pulled it desperately, he still fell limply.

No matter how strong Zhile is, it is impossible to hold a 184 man, but he will not give up just by saying give up, he will definitely obey the orders of the defeated city, if the left road is not available, change to the right one .

In the past, "Daddy is always right. When Daddy is wrong, the world will be destroyed." Now, it is logical to replace "Baocheng" with "Daddy". time substitutes.If Baicheng and Yu Zheng had a conflict, he would definitely be on Baicheng's side.

It's too late to say that it's too late, Zhile saw that the little white face was about to lie down limply, took a step, turned to the front of the little white face, raised his foot and kicked, and hit the buttocks of the little white face, the noodle-like body of the little white face Miraculously, it "flyed" back to the wall again, and stuck to the wall with a thud.

It's a pity, how could the little boy's arm hold up, even with Zhile's help, he still slid down the wall slowly, lying on the ground like a piece of rice cake.

I didn't see that kick just now, but I can see this kick very clearly.

The troublemaker's eyes lit up: "Beat someone! The platoon leader beat someone!"

Fang Jiang exploded in an instant, and shouted angrily: "Fuck, little cannon, I have a mother who wants to do it!" Immediately after that, a series of swear words followed, speaking fast and using dirty words , Even the "veteran" of the defeated city was amazed.

Zhile stared warily at the other two who were staring at him, and threatened the little boy lying on the ground: "If you can't finish it, you won't be given food!"

The little boy groaned, twisted and wriggled a few steps on the ground, hugged Bai Cheng's thigh, and cried: "Platoon leader, platoon leader, I was wrong, don't let me eat! I really can't do it! My head is going to explode! Look, look, the eyeballs are about to fall out, right? Platoon leader, you can punish me in another way, I can’t do it! Oh, mom, your son is going to die! Mom!"

Baicheng almost burst into laughter.

He has not led many troops, and he joined the "Qianlong" special warfare brigade early on, and there will be no such crying-bag soldiers in the subsequent selection and training.In the memory of his distant recruit company, calling his mother and crying all the time belonged to some younger soldiers. The older ones would suffocate desperately and refuse to show weakness in this androgen-filled barracks.

Looking at the little boy who was crying so loudly, Bai Cheng put on a straight face and made an expression of indifference: "If you cry again, there will be no food tonight."

The crying stopped.

The little white face froze, Fang Jiang quit, and rushed forward with a pounce, aiming at Zhile, five meters away, with a "little white face" as an obstacle in the middle.He only has Zhile in his eyes, and he doesn't care about the others—kicking his brother, even the king and I can't do it!

The defeated city didn't move, waiting to see Nanpu suffer. He suffered a lot from Zhile some time ago. At this moment, someone took the initiative to challenge Zhile. How dare you!

Zhile had been on guard against Fang Jiang and the troublemaker for a long time. Seeing Fang Jiang rushing over, he was not in a hurry to move. Long, can I hit him?"

"No, comrades in arms should be united and friendly." Baicheng said leisurely.

Zhile thought for a while, and very understandingly let Fang Jiang make another charge, and kicked him hard on the ass!

Fang Jiang only felt as if his butt was being slapped by an iron rod, his knees softened, and he couldn't help but pounced forward, falling like a dog and eating "little boy"!

The little boy was pretending to be weak on the ground, but he had almost recovered, and was about to get up, but was pressed down by Fang Jiang, and suddenly fell down again, huddled on the ground, moaning and chirping, like a gossamer.

Fang Jiang was about to go crazy with anger, he got up from the ground, flung his teeth and claws at Zhile again, with amazing momentum!

However, in the eyes of other recruits, in the eyes of Zhile, Fang Jiang raised his arms high, his chest and abdomen were wide open, his feet were weak, and at the same time he was yelling and consuming his lung capacity, full of loopholes.

For him, of course, Fang Jiang's "lifeblood" is very beautiful in one blow. It is actually very beautiful to poke eyes, poke throat, and hit temples, but Baicheng said that he should not hurt people, so he chose a short body, Squatting down and twisting, he punched Fang Jiang's ass again!

Fang Jiang's buttocks were ravaged continuously, and he was so outraged that it cannot be described as a ten-thousandth.

It can't be said that Fang Jiang is an overlord, but he is also the leader of the same age in the compound. The little boy and the good guys are all mixed with him, and it was his idea to join the army this time.

Firstly, the parents of the three families all have the same meaning, and they can just make their parents happy. Secondly, he thinks that being a soldier can indeed learn some real skills. Going to the battlefield, in the future, he will definitely have both face and sympathy. If anyone says that he is "Dad's baby", he will smash his mouth!

It's a pity that on the first day of the recruit company, he was spanked twice by a back door boy who couldn't tell his history. Damn it, the sky was turned upside down!

At this moment, he threw all the defeated cities, soldiers, and honors to Java, and his mind was full of "how did he get beaten, how did he get back"!

One was chasing, the other was hiding, the other was yelling, and the other was calm and composed. The two started playing the game of "Ahahahahahaha, come and chase me" in the spacious big room.Fortunately, the rooms in this dilapidated building are big enough, there is little furniture, and there are no sentries in the wilderness, so no one came to interfere with the howling ghosts and wolves.

The boy who was the culprit stopped crying a long time ago. While making the bed, he said with a sad face from time to time: "Don't hit me... stop beating... are you tired?"

On the other side, Wei Guang, who was desperately working hard with Baicheng in his arms, finally finished fifty "burpees".

After standing up, shaking his head, Wei Guang was panting like a cow, and he couldn't wait any longer. He twisted his neck with his hands and feet, thought for a moment with a serious face, and opened his mouth and said, "Platoon leader, why don't you give me fifteen more Am I familiar with it?"

"..."

Baicheng really feels that this special class is worthy of the title of "special" class. There are so many strange flowers and perverts gathered together, it's like Liangshan gathering together, everyone has a brush!

Baicheng asked: "Aren't you tired?"

Wei Guang stretched his akimbo muscles, and his face was radiant: "My physical strength is getting better, and I eat a lot!"

"Is there any connection between what you said?"

"Yes." Wei Guang plausibly said, "I eat a lot, so my physical strength is good."

Baicheng gave up talking about logic with Wei Guang. For this guy, logic is like a bun in his hand, and he doesn't feel discouraged if he swallows it in one gulp!

When Yu Zheng and Wo Shizhu came back with their meals, the dormitory had spontaneously turned into three groups of people.

Fang Jiang ran weakly, shouting in a hoarse voice while running: "You...don't...run, I, I will kill, kill you..."

Zhile took two steps to rest, and kept asking Baicheng: "Platoon leader, can I knock him out? Then can I tie him up?"

Baicheng gathered the other recruits together, sat on the bed, pointed at Zhile, and talked happily: "This is a small indoor fight. Neither side has hot weapons, and they fight with bare hands. Fang Jiang's level is too low. Only the street The level of gangsters, but the spirit of sacrifice is commendable, you pay attention to how Zhile uses the terrain to evade pursuit without harming the target, I will let Zhile restrain Fang Jiang later, you have to watch carefully."

By the wall at the door, Wei Guang was staggering and doing an unknown number of "handstands"...

Yu Zheng's face turned dark, and he yelled before entering the door: "What is this for? Fighting on the first day, what do you think of the barracks? Is it a den of gangsters on the street? Stop it!"

The atmosphere in the entire dormitory suddenly changed.

Helping with the food, helping with the food, pretending to make the bed, Zhile also stopped at Baicheng's signal.

Fang Jiang was "deliberate to kill thieves, but unable to return to heaven", he was out of breath and was helped to the bed by the little boy, and he shouted: "You, don't worry, brother... I will avenge, avenge, for you ..."

The little white face was about to cry again: "Brother, you should rest first and then talk."

Wei Guang held the patient's meal and ate deliciously. Seeing that Fang Jiang retched and refused to eat, he ran over and said, "You don't want to eat? Give me half!"

"Get out!" Fang Jiang scolded weakly.

Everyone started eating with their hands in their hands, and the room was filled with the smell of rice.Yu Zheng glared at Baicheng angrily, but didn't speak, while Baicheng glanced at the troublemaker. This guy didn't say a word from the beginning to the end, neither added fuel, nor fanned the flames, nor jumped up and shouted "complaint." Complaint", just watched quietly.

There is a conspiracy...