Chapter 50: Proud Bones

Every time he waved his Iron-Blooded Warchess, Zhanxiage would clasp his hands, stretch out his neck, and roar wildly toward the mountains and blue sky: "Oran Qili, Bai Yi, we're still alive, still bouncing around without a corpse!" You two, if you dare die before me, I'll despise you! Give me ...... Survive! ”
The battle hero's shout echoed repeatedly between the mountains and the blue sky. For a moment, the entire mountain range echoed with the sounds of "survive," "survive," "survive." Standing behind the hero, Zhao Haiping nodded vigorously, waving the iron-blooded battle flag in his hand even harder. Amid the endless mountains and dense forests of southern Russia, this crimson was like blazing flames—so small, yet so striking.
People are really going crazy!
Do you know why they went crazy?
Because in this chaotic era where men are increasingly like women and women are more like men, in this era when everyone is completely surrounded by concrete and living in drunken dreams, the internet is full of fantasies and stallions, everyone loves to fantasize about encountering strange encounters, extraordinary people, or strange books, branding themselves with the "extraordinary" mark. With just a wave of their hand, they can have beauties around them and mountains of gold, completely forgetting effort and persistence, forgetting that men still have passion. The era of flashy fighting passion. In these two Chinese soldiers, they once again read the long-lost vitality and flamboyance unique to male creatures!
A man's nature is to attack, attack, and attack again. A man's nature is to conquer the world with his body and will!
When they are bound for far too long, when they hide in civilized society, no longer having to spend every day in nature, yet still battling wind, frost, rain, and snow, fighting beasts with their bodies, feeling the threat and helplessness of death with their bodies and souls, the blood in their veins is slowly, slowly, slowly, slowly, cooling!
In this world, women try to protect themselves by packaging themselves with toughness, striving to become as combative and strong as men.
But looking at these two Chinese soldiers, seeing these two men covered in blood and fighting every day for survival, the women—whether the girl is an ordinary housewife or an invincible businesswoman—they all shed tears. They muttered only one word: "Real men!" ”
This boldness of masculinity, that towering body strong enough to support a blue sky for any woman in the world, that powerful embrace that makes one want to fall into their arms and receive their protection, isn't that what they long for deeply, yet cannot find in the vast sea of people?
The nature of males is to fight. Men's greatest instinct is to face challenges and showcase their strength by defeating one opponent after another, attracting the attention of the opposite sex. This is the law of survival of the fittest and natural evolution among living beings! When men give up this instinct and start appearing before women like docile dogs, forcing out a self-righteous elegant smile and their self-righteous gentlemanly demeanor, women can only express their disappointment and disappointment by trying to strengthen themselves in unspeakable disappointment.
The most frightening thing is, who can truly understand these things? When you chase after some so-called wild girlfriend, when a man is chased by a wild woman, grabbed by the ear, still wearing a pleading smile or secretly rejoicing, thinking he can catch up with some trend or era, you have already given up your masculine dignity, given up the most precious thing in men, the most attractive to women, and the most tender thing that can turn any woman into something tender and tender!
That kind of thing is a man's ...... Proud and unyielding!
When you kneel before a woman, hoping to win her affection, when you carefully deliver a love letter written in your own blood to her, when you foolishly stand on a building platform with no guardrails big enough to make you jump and die in a mess, yet make a phone call, hoping your one-sided crush or girlfriend you're about to break up with will come over and be moved by your life, I want to ask you......
In this world, is it worth trampling on one's dignity to gain true feelings?
In this world, is it worth trading tenderness for your own life just to get that tenderness?
In this world, spilling a man's blood at will not be written as a battle pledge, but merely as a plaything like a rose offered to the woman you love. When you belittle the blood flowing inside your body, which should have ignited any woman's passion, your blood letter, your infatuation, in a woman's eyes, is damn worthless! Of course, maybe...... A red rose priced at 1.5 yuan at wholesale markets, 3 yuan in flower shops, and after carefully wrapping it in plastic on Valentine's Day for 10 yuan—this red rose hasn't even been bargained with the shop owner!
The nature of soldiers is to attack, attack, and attack again!
Persistent attack, unwavering attack, attack regardless of success or failure, attack without regret even if it means death! Fighting with one's back to the river is beautiful; burning one's boats is beautiful; flying like a moth to a flame is beautiful; soldiers on the battlefield are the most beautiful! Soldiers on the battlefield attract the most attention from women; soldiers on the battlefield are the most damn tough!
As a man, whether in life or in social interactions, you must see them as wars without gunpowder, bringing out a man's fighting spirit to the fullest!
Do you know why men and women are attracted to each other?
Because it's a biological instinct of complementarity—men like women's soft, perky, and elastic breasts, their gentleness, their graceful lines, and their delicate faces as if blessed by the goddess Athena.
What women like about men is their strong bodies, their rugged and imposing presence, the chest that can hold them tightly, their faces as tough as marble sculptures, their heavy breathing and the scent of slightly sour sweat when they are passionate in bed!
When you make yourself more beautiful, gentler, more tender than a woman, dressed more flamboyantly to attract attention, more delicate to the point of being pitiful, and your more polite wife can only stand anxiously and rub her hands anxiously when teased by others, then your woman must become a strong woman if she doesn't become a damn ghost!
If you think you're still a man, yet hold onto those gold-rimmed glasses that have no real purpose and exist just to pretend to be polite as a tool for picking up girls, lightly cough and put on a proud face, disdainfully commenting on this with a dismissive "What theory? What nonsense...... Hmm, that's nonsense. Please move your body 200,000 centimeters behind me and keep a little distance from me, okay? Don't think that just because we cultured people are polite and gentlemanly, we won't curse...... Your mother's! ”
All I can say is regretful, you really aren't a real man anymore!