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It is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge for ten years.

Zhang Xiaodao's temperament is definitely not related to the word gentleman, but it is absolutely impossible to say that he is a villain, he just thinks that everyone gave him a meeting gift, and he naturally wants to return the gift.

Especially when Lu Erzi told him that he was going to the wind chasing camp tomorrow to report, there was some parting meaning in this return ceremony, and it was naturally aggravated.

So, Zhang Xiaodao took out his own small notebook.

The small book was bound into a book with rice paper, placed on the bookshelf of Xiaohualou, and was taken care of by Yang Qing himself, without a trace of dust.

Turning the first page, Zhang Xiaodao saw his crooked notes, which clearly recorded in what year, month, when, who punched me, where it was, how much it hurt, and so on.

Yang Qing looked at Zhang Xiaodao and flipped up the small notebook, his pretty face was full of smiles, and asked, "What, is this going to take revenge?"

Zhang Xiaodao nodded and said, "It's really hard to imagine that everyone in the Jiawu Battalion has beaten me." ”

Yang Qing smiled: "It's even harder to imagine that you clearly remember everyone's name, when you hit you, and how painful it hurts when you are beaten." ”

The corners of Zhang Xiaodao's mouth rose, and he said proudly: "My memory has always been very good, so I'll keep today's accounts first, and I'll be in a hurry tomorrow." ”

"Ming'er, I'll go with you. “

"What, to be the bookkeeper?"

"Yes, you call one back, I'll pick a tick and save you trouble. ”

Zhang Xiaodao stretched out his thumb and said, "Pay attention to this!"

Tonight's wind was strong, and there was a sharp sound in the wing pass after the friction caused by the military road running through the vertical and horizontal, like the sorrow of the soul.

Bian Jun'er, who lives in Jiyiguan, has long been accustomed to this kind of sound, but for some reason he feels a little cold in his back, as if there is a cold wind blowing.

Naturally, they didn't know that on this night, the vicious sisters and brothers in the Xiaohualou were sketching, revising, and changing on the small book.

The night didn't go by long.

The next day's dawn was particularly dazzling, bathing the entire icy city of Winged Heroes in warmth.

Yang Qing meticulously put on a new soft armor for Zhang Xiaodao, and then the two walked out of Xiaohualou side by side with the morning light, and walked to the Jiawu camp with great dignity.

In front of the wooden house of the Jiawu Battalion, the yellow sand is reflected by the sunlight like a golden bead, at this time there is no one around the wooden house, it is slightly deserted, and the occasional snoring sound comes from the wooden house, which makes people feel extremely comfortable.

In this absolutely comfortable environment, Zhang Xiaodao made his hands into a trumpet shape, and secretly shouted: "It's raining, you have to collect your clothes!"

The sound was extremely high, and although it didn't sound sharp, it began to reverberate again and again after burrowing into the rows of cabins.

Yang Qing, who was wearing a golden hairpin today, raised his pretty face and said, "Isn't it time to shout to get up?"

Zhang Xiaodao naturally wouldn't say that he had the plot of Stephen Chow's movie, and no one would understand it, so he said with a smile: "It's all the same, it's all about waking them up anyway." ”

Sure enough, a series of restless sounds came from the rows of wooden houses, and then foul language began to sound in a disorderly manner.

Zhang Xiaodao grinned at the corners of both sides of his mouth, smiling very happily.

He knew that everyone had forgotten this rule that had been set since he came to the border army, so he shouted again: "Come out and fight alone!"

After the sound penetrated the wooden house, there was no more noise in the wooden house, and there was no foul language, as if Zhang Xiaodao had not woken them up at all, and everyone was just sleeping.

Yang Qing opened his rosy lips slightly, glanced at Zhang Xiaodao and said, "What's going on?"

Zhang Xiaodao saw that no one came out of the half-loud sound, so he pulled his throat again, and shouted mockingly: "Jiawu Battalion, they are all a group of bad breeds~~~~!!"

This time, the border soldiers of the Jiawu Battalion couldn't calm down, and pushed open the wooden door one after another, revealing angry but slightly scared and weak faces.

The location where Zhang Xiaodao was located was the 2nd team he was in before.

2 In the wooden house of Wu, Yang Pinglin took the lead, and Sun Changyou was the queen.

Zhang Xiaodao looked at these familiar faces and said, "Start with 2 Wu first." ”

Yang Pinglin is also a temperamental person, and he walked out of the wooden house with 2 Wu and came to the sand, and just as he was about to speak, he was greeted by a sullen punch.

Today's Zhang Xiaodao is different from the past, and his fist can't even block the word Lu, let alone the level of Wu Chang Yang Pinglin.

I saw that this punch hit the lower abdomen hard, and Yang Ping's whole person instantly rose from the ground and bent into a shrimp shape, foaming at the mouth with a splash, and his eyes were already rolling their eyes.

"Pretend!"

Yang Pinglin and Zhang Xiaodao have fought many times, Zhang Xiaodao knows what his strength is, and he will definitely not let Yang Pinglin show such an expression.

However, Yang Pinglin's idea is also extremely simple, since he can't beat Zhang Xiaodao, it is better to pretend, maybe he can be beaten lightly, but he never thought that Zhang Xiaodao has something called a small book.

Putting down Yang Pinglin and making up two punches, Zhang Xiaodao shouted: "The first page, the first line!"

Yang Qing remembered his duty at this time, picked up the small notebook, cleared his throat, but still said with a slight hoarseness: "Yang Pinglin, in the first scene, his hit positions are, cheekbones, lower abdomen, and left eye, and the other three feet are concentrated on the buttocks. ”

Saying that, Yang Qing took out the pen and ink that had been prepared a long time ago, sat cross-legged on the sand, and used the delicate Xiaohao to dot the thick black ink, and then watched Zhang Xiaodao kick Yang Pinglin's ass three times, and then gently picked a hook.

Immediately afterwards, Zhang Xiaodao couldn't help but put down Sun Changyou and shouted: "The second line of the first page!"

Yang Qing read again: "Sun Changyou, in the first game, his hit positions were his right eye, the bridge of his nose, and his buttocks were four feet. ”

'Bang. Sun Changyou covered his gutter and came to the yellow sand ground to a close dog to eat.

When Wu Daxiong and the others came to the yellow sand field, Zhang Xiaodao had already cleaned up all the people in the 2nd team, and Yang Pinglin and Sun Changyou were all lying in the yellow sand, without howling, only relief on their faces.

Zhang Xiaodao clapped his hands, his eyes swept the audience, and when he felt that his king's qi was scattered, Yang Qing asked, "This second game, or them?"

Zhang Xiaodao smiled, and the nine people of the 2nd team immediately rolled and crawled to avoid this evil god.

Zhang Xiaodao waved his hand and said, "Forget it, the next one." ”

"But the next game, it's still them. ”

Zhang Xiaodao clasped his ears and said, "What about the next page?"

"It's time for the Guards Battalion. ”

Zhang Xiaodao tilted his head slightly, saw the hundred and ten brothers with Wu Daxiong as the leader, and then shook his fist and said: "Today, no one should run, I am not a person who likes to take credit, but you always give credit to my account, two clear, two clear." ”

Bian Jun'er, who was injured by Zhang Xiaodao yesterday and was not healed, immediately trembled a little, and I don't know who shouted: "Let's go together!"

As if an order, a hundred people from the Guards Battalion swarmed in.

Zhang Xiaodao smiled, danced his fists, and slaughtered into the crowd like a hungry tiger pounced on a sheep.

Wu Daxiong didn't participate, and the Bian Jun'er, who was watching the excitement around, seemed to be too good-looking because of the excitement, and forgot that he was worried that his name was not on the small notebook just now.

Wu Daxiong ran to Yang Qing's side and said, "Where did this come from?"

Yang Qing waved his hand and said, "Don't worry, you're busy." ”

Page 4, line 6. ”

Page 8, line 8. ”

Yang Qing cleared his throat again and said: "Zhang Ruhu, in the eleventh game, the hit parts are the left crotch, chin, inner thigh, and left cheek. ”

"Zhao Zhi, the eleventh game, his hitting parts are the back waist, the back, all three feet. ”

After speaking, Yang Qing also muttered: "This Zhao Zhi didn't hit the front, and it looks like a fist." ”

Wu Daxiong smiled bitterly, and saw that Zhang Ruhu's uninjured nose was bleeding again, and Zhao Zhi's entire body seemed to be embedded in the sand.

He asked in his heart, "Is my name in it too?" ”

Yang Qing tussed his eyebrows and said, "There are too many people, I don't have a ** memory like a knife." ”

"Where is Zhang Xiaodao?" Wu Daxiong said this, and saw the hundreds of people beating the team on their backs.

Zhang Xiaodao was brave at this time, his fists were like hammers, and there was no bloody rain everywhere he passed, but he could see a little nosebleed and spit from the corner of his mouth after being hit in the face by his fist.

The noise of the Jiawu battalion became louder and louder, gradually attracting more and more border soldiers from other camps to come to see the excitement, but after a while, Zhang Xiaodao put down the hundred people, and when he looked up, he was stunned to see that all the surrounding areas were crowded.

On the eaves, on the top of the flagpole, I don't know how many border soldiers want to occupy an advantageous position in order to watch the show.

The flat ground is even more jaw-dropping.

People crowd people, people press people, people push people, people are crowded. In the crowd, whistles, noises, cheers, and voices shook the sky.

I don't know how many years this lively scene has not been staged in this Yiguan.

And Zhang Xiaodao did not disappoint, he shuttled through the battle group as if he didn't feel any pain, and every punch accompanied by a shout and Yang Qing's annotations seemed so reasonable.

When this list was pulled to six hundred, the other camps had only heard of the pig-headed recruits, and the Bian Jun'er, who had created the name of Teacher Cang, knew that Zhang Xiaodao had been beaten by so many people.

I don't know when, some border soldiers who watched the excitement began to coax and shouted: "Knife, rise up." Knife, male rise. ”

The sound gradually became rhythmic, and tens of thousands of people chanted: "Knife, rise up." When the radius is ten miles away, I am afraid that I can hear it clearly.

For a whole hour, the sweaty Zhang Xiaodao overturned the entire Jiawu battalion, and under the huge cheers, he raised his arms and roared, but shouted: "Brother Daxiong!"

Wu Daxiong suddenly felt that this was too [] an ass, and he walked into the yellow sand where he could step on the border army if he was not careful, and said in shock: "Have I beaten you?"

At this time, Yang Qing said in a loud voice: "Wu Daxiong, the twenty-third game, the last one before entering the guard camp, the head of the hit part, four punches!"

The audience laughed, Zhang Xiaodao shook his hand and said, "Brother Daxiong, with the friendship between the two of us, I will give you a five-percent discount." ”

As a result, tens of thousands of people saw Zhang Xiaodao's fierce two fists knocking Wu Daxiong to the ground like a chisel.

In the early morning of this day, accompanied by Yang Qing's Lang Lang tune like the sound of reading, Zhang Xiaodao fought thousands of people like crazy, this is the first time Zhang Xiaodao raised his eyebrows after coming to the border army, this is the beginning of a legend of the border army!