Chapter 32: The Small Bayonet

This is truly a tiny reef island, or rather, a huge reef—better suited for a small one. As long as a small wave hits in, it can cover a small island. On this small island, there is no fresh water or plants, and there are no abundant resources nearby that make certain countries envious. Moreover, it is far from regular sea routes, so you won't find the coordinates of this small reef island on any nautical map.
But this small reef island saved the lives of Zhan Xiaoge and Huang Zhipeng. The two of them scrambled onto the island, lying on the ground pressing their swollen stomachs while desperately vomiting.
Zhanxiage stared in shock at a little fish that had just been spat out of his own mouth and was still bouncing lively on a rocky island. He screamed, "Damn! Just now I really thought the two of us brothers were going to drown. I often hear people say seawater is salty, but after drinking it today, I realized it's not only salty, it's bitter too!" ”
"I'm going to interrogate you! You still have the nerve to say that? You can't swim, so why are you flailing around in the water? If I weren't so calm and composed in the face of danger, I would have been dragged down to the bottom of the sea by you, a landlubber like a landlubber, and sent to become the Dragon King's son-in-law myself! The worst part is, I, the top swimmer at school, actually got fed more seawater than you just to save a landlubber duck! ......
Before Huang Zhipeng could finish, he felt an uncontrollable surge in his stomach, and he collapsed to the ground, vomiting desperately.
At that moment, from the other side of the island, which was less than fifty square meters, a rustling sound suddenly came from the other. A guy in a flight suit was climbing up, grabbing a protruding rock on the island. Zhanxiage suddenly jumped up, sprinted over, and without a word, lifted the foot he had once kicked a twelve-year-old student into China's last eunuch, aiming it at the newly emerged head, delivering a fierce blow.
Although the pilot was physically fit and seemed to have had swimming training, faced with this absolute unexpected sudden attack, he only had time to let out an involuntary cry before Zhanxiage fiercely kicked him deep into the sea, causing a series of bubbles to rise on the ever-churning surface.
Huang Zhipeng kept retching while lying on the ground, patting the rocks on the island, and shouted, "Old Zhan, there's another one on the left, keep kicking hard!" They all came up. This is Chinese territory, our positions and battlefields. Not a single one can be allowed to climb up! ”
The hero swept his tiger eyes around and saw that three or four "enemies" had already swam near the island. Nowadays, the World Environmental Protection Organization is constantly calling for environmental protection and not to dump white trash in the ocean. These words are absolutely true—otherwise, why would a woman's high heel lie quietly in a small puddle on an island?!
Zhanxiage reached out and grabbed the high heel, then struck the head of the "enemy" who was lying on the island, just a couple more twists of his hips to successfully invade Chinese territory. The poor pilot let out a miserable scream, clutched his head, which had been cut into a small hole, and fell back into the sea.
Huang Zhipeng lay on the ground, weakly shouting, "Well done!" But you're a bit ruthless! The high heel you grabbed had a heel four inches high. Damn, it even had a metal shoe spike nailed in. It's basically a little bayonet! ”
Zhanxiage grabbed the "small bayonet" with metal shoe spikes and began smashing at the heads of people emerging from the sea. For a moment, the sea was filled with ghostly wails, and a few strands of blood swirled across the water.
Several seagulls spread their white, beautiful wings as wide as they could, gliding low across the water. They all looked at the rocky island in confusion, watching the war hero song run left and right like a whack-a-mole, their high heels pounding down relentlessly.
Zhanxiage's high-heeled shoe, which had hit midair, suddenly froze. An M9 self-defense pistol had pressed against his head. Someone who might have been the captain nervously watched Zhanxiage climb up the island. He reached out to touch his own head, which had been punched with at least three or four small holes, gasping sharply as he said in awkward Chinese, "Smash!" Smash hard! Why aren't you smashing it?! Hasn't your Chinese army always prided itself on being fearless of death? So you ...... even when facing a pistol, Oh dear! ”
This pilot really had to believe in this superstition, because the high heel from the war hero singer really hit him on the head again!
Zhanxiage casually tossed aside the high heel he had smashed off, pointed at the pilot, who was screaming in pain and jumping up and down like a shrimp thrown into oil, shouting, "Screw you, your girl! Just because you have a gun, you think you're all that matters?" If you've got guts, then shoot! I'm telling you, this is still China, still our territory. Here, I've got you all covered! ”
Huang Zhipeng walked up to Zhanxiage, striking a heroic pose as if vowing to follow you to the death, and shouted, "Since the two of us dared to chase you down with fighter jets, would we be afraid of you junk metal?" Damn it, it's a man's. Just throw away those junk branches you have. Whether it's a one-on-one fight or a group fight, the two of us will pay for it! ”
The six pilots, just climbing onto the island and drenched from the sea, looked at each other in confusion. Although they had received Chinese training for work, words like "one-on-one" and "group fighting" were so rogue-like that they were completely baffled. Looking at the camouflage uniform on Zhanxiage that represented the Chinese Army's special forces, the six pilots couldn't help but feel anxious. It's important to note that although China's aviation isn't very good, the Chinese Army—especially the Chinese Army's special forces—has long proven in the Korean War, Vietnam War, and the Sino-Indian Border War that it is made up of a group of well-trained and reckless professional soldiers! What amazed them most was, when did the Chinese Army special forces get to the fighter jets?
Zhanxiage lifted his chin and asked, "Have you played King of Fighters '97?" ”
Of the six pilots, four nodded vigorously together, and one pilot even showed a look of surprise on his face—clearly a passionate fan of the action fighting game The King of Fighters!
Zhanxiage proudly said to the six pilots in front of him holding M9 self-defense pistols: "Then we'll follow the rules of the King of Fighters Fighting Tournament. The two of us brothers will take on six of you bastards. Each match will send one person to fight one-on-one, and until one side is completely defeated, that's game over!" ”