At the same time, that is, Lao Wang's taxi, suddenly stopped when it was shaking rhythmically.

In another city quite far away, there is a well-known local martial arts hall.

After Lin Wujun raised his head, he poured a large glass of cold boiled water with a little honey into his mouth in one go.

Only then did I feel a little more comfortable in my hot throat.

No way! He drank a little too much tonight; Even with his physique, he still can't bear it a little.

Lin Wujun, male, 34 years old this year, is currently in a martial arts gym that also operates free fighting, taking on the position of head coach.

The reason why he drank so much tonight was because an old comrade-in-arms came to his city.

In the spontaneous joy mood in my heart, one did not pay attention to the alcohol and drank too much.

You must know that since Lin Wujun was 18 years old, he signed up to join the PLA at the strong request of the old man at home.

But after a total of 12 years as a soldier, he eventually retired with the rank of sergeant.

Even after returning from retirement, he took over the free fighting gym run by his parents, so that they could enjoy their old age in peace.

And according to the current hobbies of young people, the free fighting gym has been renovated; From time to time, a blonde and blue-eyed crooked nut trainer was introduced, and it was changed into a martial arts gym.

After some transformation, the current business is not bad.

Although it is not said to be rich and expensive, Lin Wujun's small life is relatively nourishing.

But Lin Wujun, who dedicated all the best 12 years of his life to the military camp, is still full of indescribable nostalgia for the career of those PLAs in the past.

So, after the old comrades-in-arms arrived in their own city.

He was happy from the bottom of his heart, and of course he wanted to entertain him well.

This is not! The two of them drank from seven o'clock in the evening until nearly twelve o'clock in the evening; During the period, I don't know how many bottles of liquor, beer, and red wine were thrown down on the ground of the restaurant, and I was able to drink it to the fullest.

As a result, he forcibly sent his comrades back to the hotel, and then took a taxi back to the Soldier Attack Hall, and poured himself a glass of boiling water and cooled Lin Wujun, who fell on the sofa in the office.

I slept for almost 3 hours, and that's when I woke up.

It's just that after drinking a glass of cold boiling, Lin Wujun found that he couldn't sleep a little.

While smoking a cigarette, he thought about a question that came out of the other party's mouth when he was drinking with his comrades before: "Lao Lin, look at the muscles on your body, your body is much stronger than my mixed machine, you look at my beer belly."

But I'm really a little curious, with your current combat level, if you were thrown on the ancient battlefield, what would it be? ”

Saying! Faced with such a question, it can be regarded as directly forcing Lin Wujun to ask Meng.

If he was asked to say that he had traveled to ancient times and could have the level of a general, he really couldn't open such an opening.

Because he still has some of them, knowing that these people are in the modern plane, no matter how hard they usually work to polish their bodies and train them, they can only be regarded as a hobby.

In ancient times, people practiced martial arts in order to survive on the battlefield.

Between the two, in terms of starting point and motivation, these are not the same concept at all.

For example, in the modern plane, it can pull a straight draw bow comparable to the ancient three-bucket step bow, instead of a recurve bow to shoot a target a hundred meters away, and is an archery enthusiast with more than seven or eight rings.

Generally in the circle, he already belongs to a very awesome elder.

But if such a standard is placed in ancient times, it is really nothing.

However, let the goods that were drunk too much at that time, admit that he is too vegetable, even if he throws it in ancient times, he is a rookie, and he is embarrassed to admit this Lin Wujun.

He remembered that he had brought such a topic to the lake by carrying a glass of wine.

Now, when he remembered such a question again, he lowered his head and thought about it seriously, and then muttered a sentence from his mouth:

"Yes, I'm a dish, but I can't blame me, isn't it?

Now when you go out with a sharp weapon, you will be invited to drink boiled water by the Sils in a few minutes, in the name of carrying controlled knives.

It's not buddy, it's not a good environment at all.

really let me travel to ancient times, the so-called wind and clouds will turn into dragons, believe it or not, buddy, I will soon practice it; With my buddy, I have the knowledge of military combat, so it's okay? ”

This was the end of the sentence, and the mobile phone on the coffee table suddenly vibrate, thinking that it was a comrade-in-arms who had woken up now, Lin Wujun, who sent a message to himself, immediately picked up the mobile phone.

It turned out that it was a nonsense message on the phone.

To be more precise, it was the taxi driver Lao Wang, as well as the same message that Ah Fen had received, which also appeared on Lin Wujun's mobile phone.

"Special! Facing the heavy cavalry of the Jin Army's Tiefutu, isn't it a joke to choose these things? ”

At that time, after reading the information, Lin Wujun scolded such a sentence in his mouth.

If it weren't for the habit that he had developed to keep his hair short because of his years of PLA life, I am afraid he would have chosen the three-piece set of hairspray, comb, and shoe polish at that time.

Without him, since the left and right are a death, why not make your appearance look more decent.

In the end, Lin Wujun randomly chose two G's on it, that is, two 'Gatling fireworks', threw away his mobile phone and walked towards the bathroom.

He pondered that the fireworks might be effective when they were launched against the horses.

In addition, it is normal to drink too much, have a bloated stomach, and always think about the toilet.

It was only after some happy excretion that he washed his face on the sink, and when he looked up, he saw a line of blood-red letters on the mirror:

"You kid don't brag to me, don't you just want to go to ancient times? Arrange ......"

*******

At the same time, thousands of kilometers away from Lin Wujun, the urban-rural junction of an eighteenth-tier small county, is the same as him is 34-year-old Wu Tie.

With an inexplicable sadness on his face, he picked up a bottle of beer in his hand.

With his chin raised, he poured all the troubles, helplessness, loneliness, etc., into his stomach in one go, along with the wine in it.

As for what he was worried about: he was worried about his wife back then.

Wu Tie, male, 34 years old, 178 cm tall, 80 kg in weight, occupation is a blacksmith shop owner left behind by some historical reasons in the urban-rural area.

For a long time, he has relied on making some hoes, sickles and other agricultural tools, or pots, pots and other daily necessities for sale, to maintain a life of starvation and not enough to eat.

But then again, Wu Tie is not very handsome, but his appearance is also thoughtful, and his body shape is also standard and strong.

In addition, he is diligent and able to endure hardships, and he has not reached the point where he can't even marry a wife.

Joke! Those girls in their early twenties, who seemed to him to be impetuous and ignorant, looked down on him.

But some sisters-in-law who are married for the second time and have a doll, or some girls who want to find an honest man to marry after having had enough, he still has some market.

The crux of the matter is that Wu Tie is still a person who refuses to accommodate.

Because countless times in his dreams, he has always fantasized about a woman who is one or two brains taller than him, with a lot of muscles in her hands, grabbing him like a little chick.

Then he put him to the ground and slammed him hard.

Let's be honest! In a huge country with a population of more than one billion, there is definitely such a girl, but it should not be a figure that a blacksmith shop owner like him can remember.

So at the age of 34, after such a category of old singles, this thing is still a single dog.

Many times, when it comes to such a lonely and lonely night, when he can't sleep, he can only sleep by relying on alcohol anesthesia.

Today, however, before getting drunk, the situation has changed somewhat.

I don't know if it's a message sent by the system, but one of them was sent to him.

After taking a look, Wu Tie smiled contemptuously on his face, and muttered a sentence in his mouth: "What to choose!" What are the good choices for these things, I choose to have a daughter-in-law~"

Then, in horror, he realized that his body was now rapidly disappearing.

And in such a process, he faintly heard a Mo emotion, and scolded in a voice like a mechanical synthesis:

"Special, dead single dog~"

PS: War elephant, Wu Tie, this buddy is directly running for you, you have the right to refuse, but he also has the right to pursue......

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