Chapter 953, what will happen if you beat up?
Chapter 953, what will happen if you beat up?
You should be glad that you are my countryman, and if I meet you on the battlefield, I will slap you to death several times.
This is the most vicious, contemptuous and embarrassing words that Yang Du has ever heard, he was choked by this sentence, his face was red and his neck was thick, his blood rushed to the top, and he felt like he had fainted on the spot.
"Long Qian-" Yang Du pointed to the Dragon King, wanting to shout his name loudly, but when he was halfway through the shout, he couldn't say the word 'zhang' when he thought of his position in the army and the countless myths he had created.
Hate.
It's so hateful.
If he can beat the dragon king, he must beat this old immortal to the ground. I'm going to spit on his face, pee on him, make him kneel on the ground, polish his shoes, and let him do pole dancing in bunny girl clothes.
Unfortunately, he could only think about it.
Even if the Dragon King is lame, his strength is enough to level himself. Besides, the military department only let itself 'invite' the Dragon King to go abroad for treatment, but it didn't say that it would let them 'drive' him out or 'beat' him.
Or, his disciples and grandchildren will have to tear themselves apart.
At a certain level, there are many things that cannot be said casually, and there are many things that cannot be done casually. No matter what you say or do, you must find a way to occupy the word 'reason'.
In this way, you can make yourself invincible. Although it is said that the master is killed by random punching, but if you punch indiscriminately, others will also indiscriminately punch, and the final result will be a lose-lose situation.
"I'm not Long Qian, I'm Long Qianzhang. I've scolded you like that, you don't even dare to shout out my name - how did a waste like you get into the army? Where did the blood of the soldiers go? When a soldier fights, it's over with his mouth? When you go to the battlefield, you are a deserter and shot on the spot by the law enforcement team. The dragon king's eyes widened angrily, his eyes were as wide as brass bells, his long hair fluttered in the wind, and his beard shook up and down with the height of his speech, ugly, hideous, and domineering in the world.
The dragon king is the dragon king, when he is standing, and when he is lame.
Yang Du tried his best to suppress the restlessness and anger in his heart, and said with a sneer: "Elder Long, you can't say that. It is inevitable that soldiers will keep their blood alive, but they can't always put shouting and shouting and killing on their lips. Now that this is a time of peace, how many soldiers will have the opportunity to go into battle and kill the enemy? Besides, I'm a civil servant. What civilian officials have to do is to analyze and summarize and provide information and combat plans for those athletes who go to the battlefield -- if I am also angry with Long Lao and want to fight with the people's congress if I disagree with him, I guess the general staff will not dare to ask for such soldiers, right? β
Yangdu's eyes turned to pity, he knew that only in this way could he anger and stimulate this proud but absolutely strong old man.
"To tell the truth, Long Lao Rongma has made great achievements for the country all his life. Even his legs were folded in, and he could only rely on a wheelchair and crutches every day. This dragon's breath was also created by you, just like a child raised by yourself, there will always be some feelings - now let you leave your own child, I can understand the unwillingness and grievances in your heart. If possible, I also hope that Elder Long can continue to stay in this dragon's breath and live for the rest of his life. β
Yang Du shook his head and said, "It's a pity." I'm soft-spoken, and I can't help with anything. Asking you to go abroad for treatment is the above meaning, and I am also an errand runner in the middle. If Elder Long doesn't want to go, just say it, and I'll bring your meaning back. β
Yang Du's words were indeed a relief, first deliberately stimulated the Dragon King, saying that you have contributed so much to the country but ended up being swept away.
Then he 'put himself in the shoes of the dragon king', saying that if I can change this order, I will help you say a few words of affection for you to stay in the dragon's breath for the rest of your life.
This 'longevity' is really hateful, one is to point out that the dragon king has lost his combat effectiveness in old age, and now he can only 'eat and wait for death' like a waste.
The second meaning is that the dragon king occupies the pit and does not, he has no contribution to the dragon's breath, and now he is only staying to 'retire'.
"The forest is big, and there are all kinds of birds." Qin Luo pushed open the courtyard door and strode in. This was the only time he hadn't deliberately slowed down when he walked through the gate of the Dragon King's courtyard. "A person who wants to have a backbone, no backbone, no blood, no blood, no blood, no IQ, and only relies on a pair of soft goods that he eats with a pair of mouths and eats to run to the real soldier and say that he wants to save others, this is like a toad saying to an elephant with a broken leg, 'Don't be afraid, I'll carry you across the river'. What do you have? Why are you? β
Yangdu couldn't stand it this time. You can reprimand me a few words, who made you a senior and well-connected? Who made you the king of special forces?
But what's the matter with your apprentice coming to train me? The fox fake tiger is too serious, right?
"Who are you? Do you have a part in speaking? Yangdu said back. Dragon's breath really needs someone to take care of it. Any idler dares to run this way. Is there any organizational discipline? Do you want national security anymore? β
Qin Luo sneered and said, "Don't put a big hat on my head." Even if this lawsuit is brought to heaven, I am not afraid. It's really disgusting that a villain like you sings red face and white face at the same time. If you have any dissatisfaction, just show it directly, don't stab the knife in secret while flattering and flattering. β
Yang Du knew Qin Luo, but he didn't expect his mouth to be so neat. After a round, I didn't even get an advantage.
He looked at the Dragon King with a blue face and said, "Dragon King, who is he?" If his decision is yours, then I'll go back and hand it over. β
"What's the difference?" The Dragon King said disdainfully. "Say that I rely on the old and sell the old? Say I'm a bully? I really won't give you a chance to sell this villain. I will obey the order to leave the dragon's breath, but I refuse to go abroad for medical treatment - this is my personal will, and I don't want to force it. Tell those people behind you that they were inferior to me decades ago, and now they are not as good as me. I trampled them under my feet in the past, and nowβthat's what they're doing? Lamentable. β
Hearing that the Dragon King directly explained their intentions, Yangdu no longer hid them, and lifted his glasses, smiling heavily. "It seems that this sentence was still said by the Dragon King, right? Only success or failure is a hero. As long as it's successful, nothing else matters. β
Yang Du squinted his eyes and glanced at Qin Luo and said, "Young people can be arrogant, but don't be stupid. There are many people outside, so pay attention to safety. β
Threat.
This is the threat of nakedness.
The Dragon King was furious, but Qin Luo had already stepped out first.
"Master, what will happen if I beat him up?"
"Court-martial."
"And then?"
"I'll keep you safe." The Dragon King said with a wild laugh. This little shrimp actually threatened his apprentice in front of him, which had completely angered him.
As a soldier, if you can't even protect your own soldiers, how can you talk about defending your home and country? Who wants to tie their head to their waistband and charge with you?
Throughout history, from ancient times to the present, the famous generals of all dynasties are typical of loving soldiers like children, and the dragon king is no exception.
Therefore, as soon as Qin Luo asked this question, he immediately knew what he meant. It didn't stop it, but it kind of added fuel to the fire.
Besides, fighting this fight was only good for Qin Luo - of course, there was also a little bit of disadvantage.
"That's good." Qin Luo said. When he rushed forward to fight with this little glasses for 300 rounds, he turned around and asked, "Can I beat him?" β
The Dragon King laughed even harder and said, "Didn't you just say that? He is a soft commodity who wants backbone, no backbone, no blood, no blood, no IQ, and only relies on a pair of mouths to eat rice. Ask such a question, and you are not afraid that you will get angry? She didn't put a lot of effort into your fists and feet. Everything that can be taught to you has been taught, and there is no hiding at all. β
"I just asked casually, for fear of losing the battle and embarrassing the master." Being teased by the Dragon King, Qin Luo's face was a little unbearable. So, I thought about changing the topic quickly.
He geared up and prepared to do it.
Yang Du was so angry by the conversation between the master and apprentice that the first Buddha and the second Buddha ascended to heaven, his calves were tense, his body was straight, and he held his chest that was not broad and deep, and said loudly: "I am a senior general of the military department, I see which of you dares to touch me-"
Before he could finish speaking, he received a heavy punch in the face.
Qin Luo thought that he would resist more or less meaningfully, but he didn't expect to succeed with the first blow.
So, with his hands around his neck, he pulled his thin and fragile little body in front of him, and a knee hit him on the stomach.
"Hmm-"
Yang Du screamed, bowed his body and softened, his head drooped, and the glasses on the bridge of his nose fell to the ground.
Qin Luo flew up again, and Yangdu's body was like a kite with a broken string - no, it crashed into the wall with a 'snap' like a tennis ball hit by a racket, crushing several pots of flowers in the corners of the wall.
Then he lay there like a dead dog, not moving.