It turns out that the story that Iron Lump has been reluctant to tell for a long time is actually something that we have long been accustomed to. At the time, I thought he wasn't worth it, but now, maybe I'll just smile lightly.

He loves the army very much, these are his exact words, not like but love. One can imagine what kind of enthusiasm he will bring after his dream comes true. It's like a piece of rotten iron encountering a furnace all at once, who doesn't want to be smelted into steel.

Although the place he was sent to was only a cooking class, how could he be willing to go to the training ground to peek at the fighters training whenever he was free. He worked so hard that he even stayed up all night training secretly. His comrades-in-arms began to make fun of him, just such a big fat man, no matter how much he practiced, it was just the life of going to the cooking class.

For a month, three months, five months, he had been repeating all the training subjects when the recruits were enlisted hundreds of times, thousands of times, he lost weight, the fat on his arms turned into strong muscles, and the aura of the whole person slowly changed.

But it has become a common practice to bully newcomers in the army, so one night he was seriously playing the military physical boxing taught by the instructor at the beginning on the training ground, and he was meticulous in his eyes and eyes, and at this moment there were suddenly a few chuckles next to him. "Damn, this person is not a fool, now he recruits anyone, and a military body fights for half a year." Then there was another burst of ridicule.

He saw five or six veterans not far away, looking at him with mockery in their mouths. When the veterans saw him stop, they laughed even more happily: "Eh, I'm still embarrassed, let's keep fighting, we haven't seen enough yet, ah!." Suddenly, a fist passed under his left arm and hit his left chest, and then he flew upside down for two or three meters, and he didn't get up for half a day.

At some point, the iron had appeared at his side. Only then did these few people notice that this stupid recruit was so tall. And the iron block was also a little stunned, he didn't expect his fist to be so powerful.

Several veterans saw that the iron block stood there for a long time without moving, so they rushed up together, thinking that it was better to rely on the large number of people to strike first. But they underestimated the iron, but his burly body was very dexterous, so he only used military body fists, every move was very standard, and with huge strength, only five punches were made, and these people were all lying on the ground.

Because of this incident, Tie was locked up and confined to him, and immediately after he came out, he was ordered to participate in the training camp, and won the first place in this year's military combat competition. Because of the strength and strength of his fists, the commander personally patted his solid muscles and gave him the nickname Iron.

In the next three years, Iron Block participated in many special operations, from a big-headed soldier to an instructor, and the name of Iron Block Instructor became more and more famous in the army. Iron doesn't like guns, he is swift as a cheetah, punches like bullets, and some say that his fists smell of gunpowder.

Because of his excellent performance in the army, he was granted family leave. On that day, Tie Block was wearing a straight military uniform, and his every move carried the unique style and charm of a soldier. He stepped on the car home, he was in a good mood all the way, he had a feeling of returning home, got out of the car and walked on the familiar road, he unconsciously straightened his waist again.

As soon as I turned in front, I arrived at my hometown town, and I didn't come back for a long time, and I don't know how the people here were. Due to the closed training in the past few years, he has not been in contact with his family, and he doesn't know how his mother is doing.

He thought that when he entered the town, he should buy something and go home, so he went to the biggest mall in town. I bought a few decent supplements, and the army's allowance was quite a lot and there was no cost, so I saved some money. His desire to go home grew stronger and stronger, and he thought that his mother would be very happy to see him.

When I was about to walk out of the mall, suddenly something seemed to happen in front of me, and there were people in a circle. There will always be some strange twists of fate that will catch you off guard, and perhaps you will regret it when you look back on it years later. The iron piece walked over, he was tall, and at a glance he could see what was happening in the middle of the crowd. It was a man beating a woman, scolding while beating, and it sounded like a couple fighting. The man's hands were quite heavy, the woman's face was a little swollen, and the corners of her mouth were also bleeding and crying loudly.

This scene reminded him of a childhood scene where he would beat his mother when he was drunk. Since he was a child, he didn't like his father, and it was because of this. So when the iron saw this, he immediately pushed the crowd and squeezed in, grabbing the man's fist with his free hand and lifting him up.

The man seemed to have gone crazy, his mouth was full of wine, and he waved his hand and scolded in his mouth: "Stinky soldier, I'll beat my wife and your." Tie Lu's brows furrowed, and the words in the man's mouth made him dislike it very much, and with a push, the man's legs were fluttering, and he took five or six steps backwards at once.

In fact, the iron did not use much force. The man took a few steps back and fell suddenly, hitting his head on the corner of the counter, and blood immediately flowed out. Then the crowd screamed, and the woman stopped crying, looked at her man lying on the ground, and then grabbed the piece of iron and asked him why he hit his man.

Tie Du stood there in a daze, watching the woman call the police, and Tie Du had to stop less than a thousand meters away from home, which directly led to his fate of being discharged from the army. It's as simple as that, but it's confusing. This is the reality, and it always feels powerless.

All the efforts have been wasted, and how should the iron bear it? gave him hope and gave him despair, and what kind of despair and confusion should be in Tie Block's heart.