Chapter 101: The Soldier King Virus (Seeking Recommendation Tickets)

  It's been over a decade, but he can't remember the exact number of years. His family was from a rural area, and in order to let his brother continue attending high school and university, and for his sister to attend her favorite school and read her favorite books, at 16 years old, he enlisted in the army under the arrangement of the village head, sending back all of his monthly allowance. All he could think about was being promoted to a non-commissioned officer, which would allow him to stay in the military and receive a salary. He didn't want to serve for two years and then return home like those people from the village, carrying their luggage to work in the south. It wasn't until he arrived at the army that he realized being promoted was absolutely impossible for him.

  After arriving at the troops, the virus fell in love with the troops. Here there are white steamed buns and meat, which can't be eaten at home. The country also issues clothes and quilts. For the virus, this is heaven. He worked hard, very hard to train, taking every opportunity as a last resort, just like the TV series "Soldier Xu Sanduo" he saw in the troops. He thinks he's similar to Xu Sanduo, except for not being as stupid as Xu Sanduo. Everything else is similar, simple-minded, and wants to make a name for himself in the troops.

  New recruit came out, three months later was transferred to the reconnaissance company, in the reconnaissance company for a year or two, into the South China Military Region special forces selection, passed, into the special forces service, at this time the salary is already enough to provide brother's university fees and sister's junior high school fees.

  In the Special Forces Brigade, a single mistake lasted for eight years. The virus was the strongest military backbone, but in a confrontation exercise with the Military Region, the virus, who had already considered himself the king of soldiers, was completely stimulated. The entire brigade was annihilated within the exercise area. This was a humiliation that could not be forgiven for the Special Forces Brigade, which had countless honors. After the exercise ended, when they learned that the opponent was only ten people, the Deputy Commander of the Military Region, who was also the commander-in-chief of the exercise, slammed his hand on the table and pointed at the commander with a face full of paint, saying: "You are bullying others, completely not on the same level."

  Even today, the virus still remembers the young voice's reply: "Commander, or else give you a chance to participate in the selection?"

  The virus had never seen such a big leader, and didn't know what the deputy commander looked like on a daily basis. It wasn't until much later that he found out that the great leader also had a mischievous old rogue side, with a sly look of satisfaction, instructing the people below to quickly prepare food and wine, slapping the table and shouting "good".

  "That young voice spoke again: 'It's just a selection, if you're eliminated, you'll be eliminated, don't get too excited yet.'"

  The deputy commander was furious at this time: "Did you also promise another military region?"

  "You've been beaten badly enough, you should at least be given a chance to fight back. Come to our place and experience it for yourself. To be honest, I didn't plan on recruiting anyone this time. The plan is to eliminate all of you who participated in the selection, which can also serve as our quarterly assessment."

  The virus still remembers the deputy commander and squadron leader's angry expression at that time, he told himself that he must strive to succeed and bring glory to the troops.

  He made it, becoming the only one selected from all military districts across the country. When he put on the lieutenant colonel epaulette, the virus cried, knowing that this time he had really reached the pinnacle of being a soldier.

  Years have passed in the blink of an eye, and he doesn't regret his choice. When he goes back home to visit his family, he sees the changes that his unimaginable salary has brought to his household. His older brother got married in the city, bought a house, and their family built a two-story small building. His younger sister is pursuing her Ph.D. Although he himself never got to enjoy that money, seeing his family live happily makes him think it's all worth it.

  When the parents were busy finding a partner for their second son, who had spent his most brilliant years at home, Virus ran away. In these special forces for several years, he was no longer the rustic boy from the countryside, but had traveled the world on missions and had seen too much. To alleviate the symptoms that were far more severe than post-traumatic stress disorder, Virus became a virus, no longer the simple boy from his hometown.

  "I want a private room."

  When Zhang Shidong led him into a hot pot restaurant, the virus came to its senses, looking at the general manager's hidden unwillingness in his difficulties, and then looking at the relatively hot business inside the hot pot restaurant.

  "Sorry sir, all private rooms have been booked out, is it okay in the hall?"

  Viruses on the battlefield, a rough and tough guy who is also gay, viruses off the battlefield, more like a silent farmer.

  "I said, I want a private room." Zhang Shidong directly threw out a stack of over 3,000 yuan: "Get me food for eight people, the 2,000-yuan standard, and with what's left, bring two bottles of authentic Er Guo Tou."

  Money can make a ghost grind a millstone quickly; soon, the two of them were seated in a private room.

  "Big Brother Dong, do you want to have a gay relationship with me? We can also eat outside."

  "You're really something, just now you were so scared that your balls almost shrunk into your belly, and yet you still dare to eat outside, when others look at you, you don't even know what to do."

  Plates of fatty beef and mutton were brought up, the old copper pot inside was steaming hot. The two people holding the bottle and the kettle shook it once, took a big swig from the bottle, and the spicy feeling rushed through their entire body. They looked at each other and smiled, and all the past drips were in the wine.

  The waiter rushed to deliver the dishes, thinking it would be easy to take care of a private room for two people. However, when he went in to serve the food, he realized that things were not as simple as they seemed. The two customers were like starving ghosts, which explained why they had heated up the hot pot's broth and ingredients to a boiling point. They would dip their meat into the pot for just a moment before eating it, without waiting for it to be fully cooked. First, they poured several plates of meat into the hot pot, then picked up a piece of raw meat with chopsticks, briefly dipped it in the hot water, and started eating it when it was only half-cooked. After a few bites, the meat in the pot was done, and they added a large plate of vegetables, fish balls, and luncheon meat to the pot, stirring everything together. The chopsticks precisely picked out fully cooked pieces of meat from the chaotic mixture, and each person took a large bowl of ingredients mixed with chili peppers, pouring it into the plate with the meat. The sauce flowed quickly through the plate, being absorbed by the chunks of meat.

  Twelve plates of meat, four big plates of vegetables, two plates of fish balls, two plates of luncheon meat, what's the seaweed and which is the shrimp paste, two people are like bottomless pits, a pot of old soup has been added in, there are dozens of plates on the table, and each person also ordered half a catty of hand-pulled noodles, only then did they finish drinking the last mouthful of wine.

  The two of them, with full bellies and satisfied thirst, sat with their legs crossed, lit a cigarette, and savored the rare pleasure of a hearty meal. In the past when they were on missions, for an entire month they had to rely on compressed biscuits carried with them and edible plants found in the jungle. As for their demand for good food, they never suppressed their appetite, eating until they were full each time. The impact of overeating on their physical condition was not significant.

  The virus only loves hot pot, in his words, when he was a child, the pork killing and eating stew was the most fragrant thing in this life. Growing up, he dreamed of raw meat turning into delicious food in front of him and then eating it. Hot pot perfectly fulfilled his dream, and he never got tired of eating it.

  "There are two people inside who have finished eating." The private room door was pushed open from the outside, and two men with a typical Northeastern big man appearance looked in for a moment before turning their heads to shout in the corridor. Seeing Zhang Shidong and the virus didn't look surprised, they were wearing crew cuts with gold chains and tattoos visible on their collarbones, wearing sable fur coats, one of the big men shouted at the two: "Brothers, hurry up and pay the bill after you've finished eating, this private room was booked by us earlier, it's time for you to leave."

  Entering the provocative state, the virus is not the one that fears humans. Flipping his eyelids, the big-footed Han in a squatting position reveals a faint killing intent in his eyes: "Oh, really bold, come on, let's eat together."

  Pfft!

  Two people stared at the virus with a strange gaze, and a man who looked like a turtle in their eyes suddenly gave you a orchid finger, his tone was exceptionally charming, dry heave, nauseous, wanting to punch him.

  "Shut up and fuck."

  "This is really disgusting, damn it."

  The two of them were so angry that they directly walked in and grabbed the virus by the collar, wanting to scare him.

  The virus grunted, and a fierce aura suddenly surged out of its body. It stretched out its hand and grabbed the two people: "Hehehe, not bad, follow me tonight."

  "Ah!"

  The two let out a loud cry and arched their backs, no longer able to grab the virus's neck. The two were sweating profusely from the pain.

  Several men in the same attire walked in from outside, saw this situation and rushed forward without saying a word. Some grabbed stools, some swung their fists, and two directly pulled out switchblades from their waists.

  "Damn you, mom!"

  A few minutes later, Zhang Shidong and the virus walked out of the restaurant. Everyone was shocked to see the virus. Just a few minutes ago, there were screams coming from inside the private room, and the waiters who rushed in to take a look all ran out screaming.

  Everyone was stripped naked and tied up in the house, with the two who started the trouble tied together. The only area where their hands could move was to hold onto the still scalding hot pot, which they could only slightly move without daring to throw it away, fearing that the soup inside would spill on themselves if they didn't use enough force. They also didn't dare let go of the pot, as releasing it would cause the liquid inside to scald their lower bodies.

  The distance of the hot pot is just right for the two little JJ below to face each other, and the distance is very subtle.

  When people are in a state of fear, it's not necessarily weakness, but also possibly...

  PS: Thanks for the reward from 'grass with cow'!

  PS2: I'm begging you, please vote! Recently been so busy and exhausted... Never mind, maybe next time. Ugh, my head hurts.