"What, you want to stop me?" Ye Chenfeng said as he looked at them.

The two men didn't speak, they just stepped forward and took a step.

"It's okay if you want to leave, as long as they agree. Xiao Lei, Xiao Tong takes good care of him. Lin Xiangdong left a word and left.

When passing by Ye Chenfeng's side, he glanced at him with indifferent eyes, and that kind of smug look seemed to have seen the picture of Ye Chenfeng being beaten.

"Your chief is gone, now, what do you mean?" Ye Chenfeng raised his eyebrows and looked at the two of them with some playfulness.

"Boy, you have succeeded in angering our chief. ”

"And then, you want to beat me, just you?" Ye Chenfeng's face was full of disdain.

Xiao Lei and Xiao Tong are both the elite of the dragon thorns, they are already very arrogant, and they are at the age of being strong, so Ye Chenfeng's provocation makes their anger run high.

"Stinky boy, you're playing with fire!" said Xiao Lei with a blushing face, and his right palm quietly raised.

Ye Chenfeng looked directly at his palm and said with a smile: "I have played too much with knives." ”

As soon as Ye Chenfeng's words came out, Xiao Lei was suddenly startled, how could Ye Chenfeng see that he had a knife wound on his hand, but he had a lot of old injuries on his hand, but where could ordinary people see that he was injured by something.

Ye Chenfeng said it in one mouthful, which could only explain one problem: he had been in the army and was familiar with all kinds of scars.

"Boy, it looks like you're not simple!" said Xiao Lei.

"It looks like you're often injured?" Ye Chenfeng asked.

The domineering man named Xiao Tong said: "Hmph, what is this little injury? The last time the National Red and Blue Army was in a performance, my left palm was pierced by a thumb-thick branch, I didn't snort and insisted on completing the task." ”

As he spoke, Xiao Tong shook his palm proudly, and sure enough, there was a big scar on the palm of his hand, which was shocking to see.

Seeing Ye Chenfeng, he seemed to be fascinated by what he heard, and even had a look of worship in his eyes.

The little boy was even more energetic, and said angrily: "This is nothing, when I was acting in Russia last year, Xiao Lei carried 30 kilograms of equipment every day, eight out of ten toenails fell off, and six pairs of marine combat boots were worn!"

"It's powerful here?" Ye Chenfeng pretended to worship.

Xiao Tong was even more proud: "That's not it, in the end, not only did we win the gold medal in acting, but Xiao Lei and I were also on the special warfare scar wall of honor of our army." It's something we'll be proud of for the rest of our lives. ”

Hearing this, Ye Chenfeng's eyes flashed suddenly.

Ye Chenfeng, the special operations scar wall of the Dragon Thorn Reconnaissance Company, couldn't be clearer, he had been on the special operations scar wall many times back then.

In the embassy of the special operations regiment of the Southeast Army Corps, there is a "special operations scar wall".

Ye Chenfeng vaguely remembered that at that time, there were a total of 30 boards hung on the entire wall in two rows, and these 30 display boards recorded the sweat and blood of the team's 30 dragon thorn soldiers on the battlefield, and also interpreted the pride and blood, courage and tenacity flowing in the blood of the dragon thorn reconnaissance company.

Ye Chenfeng still remembered that at that time, he and Xi Dazhuang visited the special warfare scar wall for the first time, except for Ye Chenfeng, everyone else looked at it with adoring eyes, and even had a yearning in their eyes, as if it was a great honor for them to appear on the "special warfare scar wall".

Ye Chenfeng scoffed at this and sneered: "Why are you glorious, wouldn't it be better not to get hurt, aren't you stupid?"

The two veterans replied coldly: "Rookie, you don't understand." ”

Ye Chenfeng glanced at them with disdain, and then said to the company commander Wang Lung: "Company commander, I promise that I will definitely not appear on this crippled wall. ”

"As a special soldier, who doesn't have two scars on his body?" Seeing Ye Chenfeng staring at the long scar on his chin, Company Commander Wang Lung asked rhetorically.

"That means you're not as good as others!" Ye Chenfeng said.

Wang Lung thought about it, it was indeed the truth, and then smiled at Ye Chenfeng sternly and honestly: "I'm optimistic about you." ”

But then Ye Chenfeng found out that he was wrong, because every time he came back from a mission, he would inevitably be able to go to what he called the "crippled wall" once.

Of course, Ye Chenfeng was not injured because of any acting, but a real actual battle.

In the end, Ye Chenfeng became the person who went to the wall the most times, and the injury he suffered was not that he was inferior to others, but that he had to take into account his comrades and other factors in the battle, but whether he was strong and could be killed by himself.

"Why haven't this little thunder and the little boy come out yet?" Lin Xiangdong outside was a little anxious, and couldn't help but think.

"Dad, why haven't they come out yet?" Lin Qingzhu asked even more curiously.

"Wait a little longer. Lin Xiangdong really wanted to go in and have a look, but if he went in, Lin Qingzhu would definitely follow.

Seeing that Ye Chenfeng was stunned, Xiao Lei and Xiao Tong glanced at each other, and they both smiled, thinking that Ye Chenfeng was shocked.

"Hehe, you can also go to the special warfare scar wall?" Suddenly, Ye Chenfeng said.

Hearing this, Xiao Tong and Xiao Lei were shocked, and couldn't help but ask, "What did you say, boy?"

"Even a small injury from acting can also go to the special warfare scar wall?Now the dragon thorn has degenerated to such a point?" Ye Chenfeng sneered.

"What are you talking about, boy, you dare to insult the dragon thorn?"

The little boy stepped diagonally, his body swayed, and he slammed his fist hard, but Ye Chenfeng directly ignored it, shot out like lightning, and the fingertips of his palms slammed into his wrists, and at the same time, his body hit forward, and the little boy stepped back.

"You ......" the child's eyes were full of shock.

"Slow down first!" Ray grabbed the child.

"No, how did you know about the dragon thorn?" Xiao Lei asked his doubts.

Ye Chenfeng didn't answer, and still sneered: "Flower fists and embroidered legs, all flowery shelves, very fancy but not practical at all." With such strength, on the real battlefield, it is estimated that even a round of enemy attacks will not be able to stop. ”

"What are you talking about? Insulting me? I was the third runner-up in the military fighting competition and the fourth place in the target shooting competition. The boy said unconvinced.

"Hehe, can the fighting competition in the army be the same as the real battlefield? The real fighting on the battlefield is not to show your fancy to win applause, you need to shoot is a killing move, use all kinds of means, the only purpose is to kill the enemy, even if you bite with your teeth, you have to kill the other party. Otherwise, you'll be the one who falls. And your so-called target shooting competition, do you think that when you go to the battlefield, the enemy will stand there motionless or move like a moving target to make you shoot and shoot? ... Friends who read books, you can search for "", you can find this site as soon as possible.

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