Tian Xingjian imdiately realized that it was that arrogant female lieutenant bringing people here to make trouble.
"Oh, I was wondering who it was, turns out it's the third beauty of the whole division, Miss Alice. What's up? The Combat Departnt has so much free ti? Taking the Special Forces Camp for a stroll?" Rashid seed to be at odds with Alice too. This guy looked simple-minded, but when he insulted people, he could twist his words without any profanity. Fatty imdiately got the aning behind Rashid's words. He particularly emphasized "third," clearly reminding Alice that, in terms of beauty, she could only be ranked third, aning she shouldn't be so full of herself; there were two people prettier than her. The rest of his words obviously implied that the mbers of the Special Forces Camp were like dogs being led around by a woman.
"Platoon leader, where's my dorm? I've been smoked by cha exhaust all day. I need to clean up." Fatty was naturally the type to say the most inappropriate things. This made Alice tremble with anger as she pointed at Fatty and yelled, "Fatty, you ran away because you didn't dare to compete. You're not a man!"
Fatty looked astonished and said in a deep voice, "How do you know I'm not a man? Did you peek at while I was bathing? With sothing so big, you can't see it? Are your eyes out of focus?" Everyone around was petrified. They had never seen soone as obscene as Fatty, his shalessness was outrageous!
Alice, too furious to speak, was cut off by the lieutenant colonel who smiled slightly and said, "The Special Reconnaissance Battalion only knows how to bully girls, really living up to their reputation. Even the newcors are the sa."
Fatty rolled his eyes and said, "Why are you bothered if I bully her? Is she your mom?"
"You..." The lieutenant colonel was rendered speechless.
Ignoring him, Fatty turned to Rashid, who was laughing so much he could hardly stand, and said, "Platoon leader, you better take to the dorm. It's too noisy here; I have a headache." Then he mumbled loud enough for everyone to hear, "When I stepped out, I thought seeing used sanitary pads was bad enough, but here I find entire sheets sared with discharge, yuck!"
With a boom, the crowd exploded. The Special Reconnaissance Battalion laughed heartily, while the Special Forces Camp mbers were furious. It turned out the standard military hats of the Special Forces had a distinctive white ribbon around them.
In a fit of rage, the lieutenant colonel took a step forward, reaching out to grab Fatty's clothes, and roared, "Who are you calling a sanitary pad?"
Fatty, born with a knack for being a rogue, replied smoothly, "Whoever grabs is the sanitary pad." As soon as he finished, the lieutenant colonel had already twisted a handful of Fatty's collar.
"Hahaha," the Special Training Camp mbers laughed uncontrollably, clutching their bellies.
Tian Xingjian thrived on such attention-seeking antics, especially when the conflict between the Special Reconnaissance Battalion and the Special Forces Camp was already out in the open. He knew very well where to stand.
Sure enough, the Special Reconnaissance Soldiers' looks at Tian Xingjian changed completely from top to bottom. This ti they were genuinely impressed, for only this newly arrived deputy company commander could infuriate Special Forces Camp leader Grant to such an extent.
"Fatty! If you have the guts, beat in a cha fight! Stop taking advantage with your words!" Lieutenant Colonel Grant said through gritted teeth, tightening his hold on Fatty's collar.
Tian Xingjian bared his teeth, still acting recklessly, and glanced at the lieutenant colonel with disdain, saying, "Are you worthy?"
Never had Grant felt so humiliated. He was about to punch the nasty Fatty when a voice from the side intervened, "Grant, this is not the place for you to act wild."
It was the voice of the Special Reconnaissance Battalion's captain, Nadal. The soldiers of the Special Reconnaissance Battalion made way for him as Nadal walked in with his hands behind his back, looking disdainful, "Picking a fight with a new deputy company commander over a woman? Sha on you. Go back to where you ca from; my canteen doesn't have bones to feed you."
Geez, it seed the Special Reconnaissance Battalion was not short of sharp-tongued people. From top to bottom, none were pushovers. Tian Xingjian instantly felt a liking to this place.
Grant's face turned red and white with anger, and he gritted his teeth, "Since I'm here, I must see what your Special Reconnaissance Battalion is capable of! If you're afraid, admit defeat and make this Fatty apologize to Alice. We'll leave right away!"
"Hah, the Special Forces Camp leader competing in cha combat with a newcor? Do you find that interesting? How about you and I have a go?" Nadal didn't know Fatty's background, but he was well aware that this Special Forces Camp leader's cha combat skills were among the best in the entire 16th Armored Division.
Let go of Fatty's collar, Grant spat fiercely on the ground, and looked at Fatty with disdain: "Fine, so I won't be accused of bullying a newbie. Dealing with a guy like you, one move is enough."
Tian Xingjian didn't get angry at all. He tidied up his clothes and put on that flattering expression again, saying to Nadal: "Commander, it's just killing a chicken. Why use your sledgehamr for this? It would be giving the chicken too much face. I'll go get my special cha for killing chickens."
With that, Tian Xingjian darted out.
Grant laughed angrily and said to Nadal: "Alright, alright, it's his own request. Later, don't bla for not holding back." After saying that, he jumped into the cha that had been prepared long ago, waiting for Fatty to arrive.
Nadal and Hillard exchanged a wry smile, but after all, Fatty used to be a chanical Repair Soldier, and he was new here. Even if he lost, it wouldn't be too embarrassing. However, thinking about Fatty's shoddy cha, the two couldn't help but feel a bit of a headache.
A few minutes later, a shaky Magic Beast Type III cha walked in through the door. Just as it entered, it tripped and fell, spewing black smoke from its rear. The cha struggled to stand up, making a series of teeth-grating creaks as if the entire cha was rusted. After a few steps, it collapsed onto the ground again with a loud thud, raising a cloud of dust.
Is this Fatty's special cha for killing chickens?
All the soldiers of the Special Reconnaissance Battalion felt that the hope of winning this match was bleak. Grant was piloting the top version of a Seventh Generation Warrior-class cha, the "Leader." Could a Second Generation cha possibly win in combat against a Seventh Generation cha?
The special soldiers who ca to pick a fight with Grant all burst into laughter, thinking that even if Fatty had so wits, he had probably used them all up. But sitting in the cockpit, Grant was seething with anger. He vowed to himself that he would dismantle this show-off Fatty into pieces.
Fatty walked shakily, with the cha making strange noises with each step. So parts even emitted black smoke, and everyone doubted whether the cha could even walk up to Grant.
Grant couldn't wait any longer. He thought Fatty was simply fooling around with a scrap machine.
"This Fatty must be taught a lesson," Grant thought fiercely. He drove his cha forward.
Grant's cha quickly approached the dilapidated, black-smoke-emitting cha. Just when everyone couldn't bear to watch anymore, Fatty had another mishap. The chanical legs of the dilapidated cha seed unable to support it any longer and it collapsed right in front of the "Leader's" feet. As Grant was slightly stunned, the dilapidated cha's arms had already tightly grasped the "Leader's" ankles.
The broken cha stood up again while the "Leader" was held upside down by it. Grant reacted quickly. The "Leader" twisted its body, and its chanical arms reached for the cockpit of the broken cha. He didn't succeed. Almost instantly, a series of clangs and clangs were heard, and parts fell to the ground like rain. The "Leader's" chanical legs had been dismantled into pieces. Then, the broken cha flung the "Leader" far away.
With a bang, the "Leader" smashed a pit into the ground. The Seventh Generation cha, stripped of its legs, beca much shorter and struggled comically on the ground, unable to get back up.
The broken cha's cockpit opened, and Fatty jumped down with a smile, clapping his hands: "It really only took one move. I'm no good at fighting, but dismantling chas is my specialty."
Everyone was stunned. The chanical legs of a Seventh Generation cha had almost instantly been dismantled into parts. Fatty still claid he was no good at fighting; if this wasn't good, what was? Moreover, Fatty was truly despicable. Seeing the broken cha later standing strong and dismantling the "Leader," even if those falls weren't intentional, the cha definitely wasn't as broken down as it looked.
Fatty looked at the "Leader" still lying on the ground with a mischievous grin. As a chanical Repair Soldier familiar with cha structures, he certainly knew the weak points of the "Leader." Using the sharp blades in the arms of a bipedal cha and the chanical assembly and disassembly functions designed for repair, dismantling two chanical legs was easier than a butcher killing a pig.
"Hehe, who told this idiot to engage in hand-to-hand combat with a cha? My blades are hidden in the cha's hands. Getting tricked serves him right!" Fatty secretly laughed to himself.
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