Great Single Player of the Heavens

Time: July 2011

Location: United Kingdom, a military base.

In the 4th camp of a certain paratrooper regiment of a certain brigade, there was a startling shout:

"Yeah! That's it!"

"Yes! Beat him hard!"

"Get rid of him!"

In the open space in the center of the camp, two figures, one tall and one lower, were fighting fiercely.

A large group of inch-cut soldiers in gray T-shirts gathered around and cheered for the two of them.

"Bang bang bang" was the wildest muscle collision sound, which aroused bursts of cheers from around.

It is worth mentioning that there seems to be a big difference in the size of the two men who are fighting.

The shorter, short-haired man was a lean Asian young man full of explosive power; his opponent was a taller, bald man with bulging muscles.

Judging from the size alone, the bald and strong man seems to be able to deal with his opponent with just a few strokes.

However, the situation is quite different!

Following the sudden turn of the Asian young man's body, the bald man's powerful straight punch was dodged lightly.

Before he had time to withdraw his powerful fist, the Asian young man grabbed the opponent's right arm violently, and then rushed forward, hitting the bald man's lower left abdomen with his right elbow!

The stomach suffered a precise blow, and the bald man suddenly felt his stomach churning, his body seemed to lose all strength, his knees softened, and he knelt down on one knee involuntarily.

Immediately afterwards, the sound of breaking wind came from his ears, making him raise his head involuntarily.

An afterimage struck quickly, causing the bald man's pupils to dilate, and his eyes widened subconsciously.

However, the fist didn't really land on his face, but stopped less than two centimeters away from his face.

The clenched fist slowly opened and turned into a hand of friendship. The Asian young man raised his mouth and greeted the opponent kneeling on one knee:

"Hey Pop, are you okay?"

Hearing this, the bald-headed man couldn't help but smile bitterly, reached out to hold the opponent's hand, and stood up with the help of the opponent.

Clutching his aching abdomen, the bald-headed brawny man looked aggrieved at this moment, and said to the Asian youth:

"Ah, do you want to be so ruthless? It's not good to hit anything. You have to hit the stomach. If I feel like throwing up after eating, I will count it on you!"

Hearing this, the Asian youth smiled slightly and explained:

"Haha, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, your muscles are too thick elsewhere, I only have two choices, one is the abdomen, the other is the face. You don't want to wait until the team leader sees your face with injuries, yes Bar?"

"Uh..."

The bald and strong man named "Popper" was immediately speechless.

Seeing that the winner has been divided, the audience around couldn't help booing:

"Popper, didn't you say you wanted to break A's winning streak?"

"Yes, yes, why did you fall down when someone punched you in the stomach?"

Facing these ridicules that hurt his teammates, the bald man turned around, opened his eyes wide, raised his middle finger, and said fragrantly:

"Elton, Sean, fuck you! Don't compare so much,

Come up and compare yourself, and you will know! "

The two inch-cut men who were directly named were not angry, but laughed, as if they were making fun of others. For them, it was one of the few joys in the boring military life.

As the bald-headed man walked out of the open space, only the Asian youth was left standing there, as if waiting for something.

At this time, a shorter but muscular short-cut man suddenly raised the notebook in his hand and shouted loudly:

"Listen, who else wants to challenge A, hurry up, otherwise, today's fighting time will be over!"

As soon as this remark came out, the surrounding discussions became more intense, but no one really dared to go up and fight with the Asian youth in the center of the open space.

"Since there is no one, then today's..."

Before the words fell, a sentence came from the periphery of the crowd:

"Hello sir!"

Hearing this, whether it was the spectators watching or the young Asians standing in the middle of the open space, everyone put their legs together, tensed their bodies, and stood at attention on the spot.

The crowd made way for an aisle, and a short-haired man with the rank of lieutenant in military uniform walked up to the young Asian.

He looked the young man up and down first, and then said:

"Corporal Mars, come with me, the Colonel wants to see you."

"Yes, sir!"

Following behind the lieutenant man, the two walked out of the soldiers' camp and came to the office building where the senior officers were.

When he came outside the office of the head of the paratrooper regiment, the lieutenant man turned and left.

Standing at the door, the Asian young man adjusted his clothes first, then reached out and knocked on the door three times.

The next second, a hoarse voice came from inside:

"Come in!"

Hearing this, the young Asians immediately opened the door and entered.

The office is not too big, the ceiling fan keeps the indoor temperature low. A middle-aged man wearing a military uniform and the rank of colonel was sitting on an office chair, waiting for a long time.

If the head of the paratrooper regiment didn't have a hideous scar on his brow, he would be no different from an ordinary British uncle.

"Sir, are you looking for me?"

Seeing the young Asian, the hoarse voice of the middle-aged man, mixed with a strong Scottish accent, immediately rang out:

"Alex, how long have you been here?"

Hearing this, the Asian young man standing at attention at the desk was taken aback for a moment, and then replied:

"In three days, it will be a year, sir!"

"Is it a year so soon?"

Touching the beard on his chin, the middle-aged man said to himself:

"I still remember that when you first came here, you were no different from other rookies. Until half a year ago, you seemed to be a different person, just like a recruit who just joined the army without any training..."

Hearing this sentence, the Asian young man's mouth moved slightly, and he couldn't help muttering in his heart: "No way, who made me just be thrown into this world..."

"Fortunately, you quickly adapted to all this and became stronger and stronger..."

After a pause, the middle-aged man tapped a report on the table, and continued:

"Twenty-seven successful airborne missions, the first in three joint exercises, and the record holder in shooting, parachuting, and fighting...I'm not afraid to tell you that the leaders of other paratrooper regiments are all eyeing you kid, I want to snatch you from me."

"I turned them all down, though. Do you know why?"

The Asian youth shook his head and replied, "I don't know, sir!"

"Because, I think, with your ability, you shouldn't go to those troops at all and continue to waste your life!"

"You have enough ability and guts to make some contributions to the upcoming war. That's why, I have already applied to my superiors and plan to transfer you to another army."

"Pack up your bags and report to Credenhill base at 17:00 tomorrow afternoon."

Hearing this, the Asian youth frowned, and then asked:

"Yes, sir! What is the name of the unit I want to report on?"

"S.A.S!"