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No way!
Ready to leave at mealtime?
Dream on!
Zhanxiage, Ouyang Zhuo, and Feng Zhicheng were like the three longest-lasting camels, relentlessly entangling more than twenty enemies in relentless battle. They hit with their fists, kicked with their feet, headbutted, bit with their teeth, scratched with their nails, and even spat with saliva. They were like three mad dogs, using every weapon they could use to launch wave after wave of attacks against the enemy.
In the end, more than half of the more than twenty people were beaten so badly that they broke down in tears on the spot. Suddenly, more than twenty scattered in different directions. Without hesitation, Zhanxiage dashed off with Feng Zhicheng and Ouyang Zhuo, chasing and fighting down the street for 1,700 or 800 meters, beating the ringleader into a pig-headed man with even worse injuries than their faces, and only then triumphantly sounded the gong to call the attack. Under everyone's respectful yet fearful gaze, he swaggered into the arcade, sporting their three pig-headed faces.
The next day, when they went back to the street, they were greeted by more than fifty people ready to fight them again. Standing at the front was the rascal who had been chased two blocks away, his eyes swollen like a giant panda's, and his brother, who was already in high school.
Faced with this battle that was unfair in both numbers and age, the three brothers of Zhanxiage didn't hesitate to draw their weapons. Looking at the weapons in their hands, more than fifty children, including more than a dozen high school students, gasped in shock.
Those were three triangular bayonets specialized for Chinese special forces!
At that time, Zhanxiage said a classic line: "We brothers are only fourteen. Even if we stab you to death, you won't have to go to jail." Besides, with so many of you attacking the three of us, we suppose this counts as self-defense. Do you know what this is? Even if it just stabbed your thigh, it could cause your blood to surge out at a rate of over thirty milliliters per second. If you don't get timely treatment within five minutes, you'll be killed on the spot. I didn't stab you all in the weak spots, so even if you were overly defensive, you have a reason to get by, right?! ”
Ouyang Zhuo raised his triangular bayonet and shouted, "Big brother, look, my hand keeps trembling. There are so many people now—if I accidentally push this iron rod into someone, what then?" I'm so scared. Why are so many people looking at us with ill intentions? Big brother, if I really accidentally let someone's body hit the iron bar in my hand, you have to prove for me that I didn't mean to! ”
Feng Zhicheng also shouted, "Big brother, I've said it before, if you want to steal some scrap iron from the factory and sell it as pocket money, just take a big iron plate. Why insist on bringing three iron bars that look so sharp?" I don't think the town's purchasing station would accept such things, right? ”
Listening to the three brothers join in, more than fifty children all widened their eyes. Damn, no way, why hasn't they made a move yet? One is already threatening to kill someone without paying respects, while the other two have already started trying to clear his name. Judging by this situation, if they kept going, these three fourteen-year-olds might really dare to stab with bayonets at random. The three-edged bayonets in their hands were pure killing tools—if you got stabbed, you'd at least lose half your life!
It was just a fight—did it really come to this?
Zhanxiage has long understood that wherever you are, people will respect the strong. Other children in the military compound were like rats crossing the streets in town, afraid of being dragged into the alleys by the street, but the three brothers felt like they had entered their own home, greeted everywhere with friendly smiles, and even some adults greeted them warmly.
After playing video games for hours and emptying all pockets at the street food stall, the group finally returned to school at midnight, reeking of alcohol.
Just as Zhan Xiagege climbed over the school courtyard wall, a beam of flashlight suddenly shone on him. A familiar voice shouted sharply, "Come here!" ”
By the bright moonlight, Zhanxiage carefully looked at Zhang's face, which exuded an imposing presence, swallowed nervously, and whispered, "Dad, why are you here?!" ”
"Looks like you're living quite well!"
Zhan Xinghua stared at the beer bottle inside the Zhan Xia Singer, then glanced at the unmistakable drunkenness in his eyes. Suddenly, he pointed to a huge sandbag on the playground that PE teachers used to practice boxing and shouted sternly, "Zhan Xia Ge, immediately carry it and run thirty laps around the field!" ”
Zhan Xiagoge instinctively jumped up, facing Zhan Xinghua in a standard military posture, straightened his body, and shouted loudly, "Yes!" ”
Carrying a fifty-pound sandbag over his shoulder, Zhanxiage took off running.