But just as we were in full swing, the cadets of other detachments rushed over one after another, and there were more than 20 cadets in the whole base, and 13 of them stood on the side of the Japanese cadets. The remaining students from other countries stood on the same front with me.

This means that tonight's provocation by these three little Japanese children has risen to a certain height, prompting all the cadets of the entire base to participate in the war.

An even more intense scuffle finally broke out. A few Southeast Asian students and I were like reliving World War II, where the crazy and cruel Japanese students formed a group to besiege and snipe us, and we struggled to deal with it.

Several of the cadets had already begun to suffer heavy blows, bleeding from their heads, or internal injuries. There were even a few little Japanese who took out daggers and worked with us. A student in Southeast Asia stretched out his hand with a nunchuck, but he also had a bit of Bruce Lee's style. However, the Japanese cadet immediately changed his tactics, and five or six men aimed at the Southeast Asian cadet at once, and succeeded in wounding him in the arm with a dagger, making it impossible for him to use the nunchuck flexibly. Seeing that the situation was not good, the Southeast Asian trainees suddenly threw their nunchucks at me. I knew what he meant, and I jumped over and took the nunchuck! I have to admire the brother who invented this weapon, the nunchuck, as a heavyweight weapon, has its unique advantages. It's short, it's short, it's not flashy. This weapon is both good for conserving physical strength for oneself and for attacking enemies quickly and effectively. When you are proficient, you are helpless even if you are a sword and a sword.

At this moment, I suddenly turned into Bruce Lee, and a series of attack moves made several Japanese students unable to guard against it. They were struck by me in the chest, or in the face, or in the legs. The moans and cries of the Japanese students are so fucking ugly, like crying daddy.

After a period of enjoyment, these Japanese students suddenly tacitly became death squads. They were able to hit me with sharp nunchucks and launched a front-facing counterattack. Seeing this scene, Qi Mengyan and the others hurriedly surrounded Wei to rescue Zhao and dispersed the enemy.

I clenched the nunchucks in my hand, and I didn't care about any affection, there was no affection between me and the Japanese. Under a wave of waves, coupled with the cooperation of Qi Mengyan and several Southeast Asian students, the Japanese students' spirit of daring to die was completely disintegrated. When they were forced to retreat, several pimples the size of eggs had already grown on the heads of several Japanese students.

We began to launch a vast counteroffensive, and a dozen or so small Japanese became turtles in the urn, and we were beaten by the head of the rat.

And in the process, Qi Mengyan has been performing her leg skills, and I suspect that she stole the legendary 'Foshan Shadowless Feet', the beautiful little feet. It's just that the price of this smell is too great

When we were having fun, Saki Harachu somehow got the news and suddenly appeared in front of us! He shouted 'Yaga' in his mouth, and as soon as he entered the door, he was like an enraged tiger, and knocked the water dispenser at the door to the ground: "What are you doing? Isn't the training intensity during the day not strong enough, do you want to do combat training?" He glanced at us frantically, his eyes bursting with a fierce light.

The wicked Japanese students first complained: "It's them, it's these people, and they, they provoke us!"

I folded the nunchucks in my hands and yelled, "Fart! he, he, and him." The three of them actually wanted to insult Qi Mengyan at night. That's what caused public outrage!"

Harachusaki asked, "Is it true?"

Japanese student Zhigo: "Yes, no, not really!

Hara Naka Saki interrupted him: "Yaga! Go back to sleep for me! I'll deal with this matter tomorrow!"

In this way, the turmoil subsided. That night, no one fell asleep, and the next morning exercise, Haraka Saki dealt with the group fight. The punishment is just that: Special Tactics!

Hara Naka Saki doesn't know where he got the inspiration, but the tactical training method he created is really ingenious. He made us crawl in the mud, dive, and even fight against each other. Anyone who has ever been a soldier knows that if you practice tactics, you will be tired. And Hara Naka Saki's set of tactical training methods has greatly challenged our limits.

As a result, after a morning exercise, two or three Japanese students were tortured and vomited, and almost vomited their intestines.

It can be seen that in fact, the hardship and endurance of the Japanese people are far inferior to those of other countries.

The days went by like this, and we were hard to be trained by Harachu Saki's almost perverted nature. Every day is the end of a kind of torture and the beginning of a new type of torture...... Fortunately, the machine of time does not stop running, and in the midst of great suffering, time is the only weapon to save us.

The day before the expiration of the training period, Hara Nakasaki organized the organization to survive in the field. After the completion, the prelude to leaving the team was officially kicked off. Miyawa Base did not organize any farewell ceremonies, nor did they invite Tatsuo Okamura to come over to boost morale. It ended with a unique confrontation exercise. In this final exercise, Qi Mengyan and I led our detachment and became confrontational exercises. 1, It was unanimously approved by Hara Naka Saki and several deputy instructors.

The training of the palace and base has finally ended. Admittedly, I did learn a lot from it. But most importantly, I got to know the perverted ideology of this Japanese instructor.

Although the fifteen-day special training is over, there are many shadows that I can never erase!

And it was just fifteen days after this hellish training, and when I was about to return home, I suddenly got news about Yumu.

For a moment, my tears were like majestic.

The message was sent to me by Cheng Xinjie. She told me that Yumeng had finished her treatment in the United States and would be flying back to China in two days.

This news undoubtedly made me extremely excited, and I have been looking forward to it for a long time, and I have finally looked forward to today, and I am looking forward to my beloved to return to my motherland and return to me. For some reason, I felt like I was in a dream, and I twisted my face in surprise to tell myself that it wasn't a dream. And the tears have long been unable to help but flow into a river. God knows how excited I am at this moment, and how I hope to see my beloved as soon as possible.

I was overwhelmed by the surprise, and when I got on the plane, I still had a smile on my face and a ripple in my heart.

Qi Mengyan held a lollipop in her mouth and asked repeatedly. I just laughed. Our return ticket was personally arranged by Tatsuo Okamura, who and Chen Fusheng were more generous, and still arranged first class for us. And even more coincidentally, the plane we took back to Japan was the same one we took when we came to Japan.

I lay on the chair and closed my eyes and knitted the scene I wanted to see with my beloved, and the smile on my lips deepened.

At this time, the flight attendant began to check everyone's boarding number. What's even more coincidental is that this flight attendant turned out to be An Yun, whom we met on the plane fifteen days ago!

She was also surprised to see us, but due to work reasons, An Yun only chatted with us for a few words before continuing her work.

An Yun is very beautiful in a flight attendant uniform, and her figure is the same as Dandan, with a special temptation. She politely walked between the passengers, most of whom were cooperative. But when she walked up to a woman wearing sunglasses, she put a score on her face: "Why, I still have to check the boarding number, don't you think I look like I'm in first class?" The woman spoke Cantonese, her tone was arrogant, and her expression was angry. She even bluffed off her sunglasses.

At this time, some people were surprised, because this woman turned out to be a relatively famous film and television actor in Hong Kong. Her name is Yu Manru, and she has played the leading role in several movies and released several singles, so she has a certain popularity.

In the face of Yu Manru's difficulties, An Yun still smiled politely and explained unashamedly: "I'm sorry, this is our rule." Miss Yu, I hope you can cooperate. ”

Yu Manru snorted coldly: "The first-class cabin of your plane is also called first-class? My thousands of yuan have been spent in vain! Hmph, I have never seen such a low-grade first-class cabin." ”

An Yun said: "That's how our Boeing airliner is designed, Miss Yu. Please, would you please show me your boarding number?"

Yu Manru let out a sneer: "You want to check my boarding number? Can you be more flexible in dealing with problems this little girl? Will people like me not be able to afford tickets, will they evade tickets? The boarding number is in the bag, I am too lazy to give it to you!"

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