"Who is this ugly woman?" Zhuo Fan pointed at the hippo-shaped woman behind Wu Xiaofei. The fat woman's forehead began to thrust rapidly.

The group of entourages behind the woman were shocked. "This guy is dead!" "He actually said Parkerick's most taboo thing!"

"Zhuo Fan, take back what you said..." The cold sweat from Wu Xiaofei's forehead oozed out.

Parkerick, who had clenched his fists, walked over gloomyly, and she hugged Wu Xiaofei's shoulder. Against the backdrop of her bloated body, Wu Xiaofei was like a fine toothpick. Her eyes were cold and cold: "Kill him, I will forgive what you said just now..."

Her voice was beautiful and full of temptation, like a demon's temptation. "Otherwise, there will be two additional bodies of recruits in the mass grave tomorrow."

Zhuo Fan touched his nose and looked at Wu Xiaofei.

Wu Xiaofei closed his eyes and shouted: "Zhuo Fan, take back what he said just now... but who stands in front of you..." He suddenly recalled the wish he had just told Zhuo Fan. "...The ugliest terrifying woman in the Fourth Military Region - Parkerick!"

"Hmph!" Zhuo Fan smiled.

Parkerick's men jumped up by this sentence.

"Ah...yellow skin, what did you say?" Parkrick's punch was unexpectedly fast. His fist flashed under the light and hit Wu Xiaofei's left face. However, Zhuo Fan's mind power was faster than hers. Her fist turned and she actually blew away.

"What?" Parkerick's face changed drastically and he immediately became serious.

...

Two minutes later, Parkerick fell to the ground with his back on the sky, her nose and face were swollen, and she could no longer stand up. Her squad of men hid far aside, not daring to leave or get close.

"It took a little time." Zhuo Fan patted the dust on his hands, turned around and looked at Wu Xiaofei who was trembling behind him. "Didn't you just say who you want to beat up?"

"I... dare not."

"Idiot, I'm a iron fist Parkerk! You dare to hit me, wait to be locked in a small dark room!"

"Keep quiet for me!" Wu Xiaofei stepped forward and kicked Parkerick's bloated face. Parkerick felt his head fluttering, and his nose and tears burst out.

Wu Xiaofei's eyes became firmer: "I really don't dare! I'm afraid of being retaliated."

"But you have done it..." Zhuo Fan laughed.

Parkerick's squad was frightened. "What are you doing? He was beaten to a level 4 warrior - Iron Fist Pacrek." "How could it become like this now? Are these guys really recruits?"

...

Riding on the cold lights, Zhuo Fan and Wu Xiaofei walked towards 0211 together.

"I can't believe it! I actually slapped that ugly woman in the face..." Wu Xiaofei still had an expression of excitement on his face. Zhuo Fan heard him say this less than a hundred times along the way. Soon, the two of them came outside the tent of 0211.

Wu Xiaofei suddenly fell silent.

Zhuo Fan walked into the tent alone, Wu Xiaofei's expression was gloomy, he turned around and was about to leave, Zhuo Fan suddenly opened the curtain of the tent and said, "What are you waiting for? Why don't you come in quickly?"

Wu Xiaofei's body was straight and froze, and tears burst out from his eyes: "Is it really OK?" He was still very worried about the revenge from Parkerick.

Zhuo Fan frowned: "Aren't we already friends?"

Wiping the tears from the corners of his eyes, Wu Xiaofei raised his brown face and stepped into 0211: "I'm sleeping underground!"

At this time, the tall torpedo shouted: "Don't snatch any of you! I'm a veteran and should treat new recruits preferentially, so I'm sleeping on the ground, and who do you all go to bed!"

Zhuo Fan had no choice but to look at Wu Xiaofei and smiled.

...

It was late at night, and smoke was lingering in a tent deep in the middle of the mountain forest of the Fourth Military Region. Several non-commissioned officers were drinking and playing cards. A second-class private with two bars hurriedly lifted the curtain and walked in. The soldier saluted and said, "Report to Sergeant Ryan, Iron Fist Pacrek reported someone to openly fight in the military camp? How do you think it will be resolved?"

A young white corporal stood up and sprayed a cigarette on the Private's face: "Private, are you saying something wrong? Will that shrew Parker take the initiative to report others? Instead of others reporting her?"

Ryan also unscrewed the cap and took a sip of wine, saying, "Which privateer did it? It actually caused Parker to suffer a loss?"

The soldier did not dare to reach out to dispel the smoke in front of him. He shook his head repeatedly and said, "It's not a high-ranking soldier, but a new soldier who has just joined the army... No, it's a choreman!"

"Ha! Is this kind of thing happening?" The other two non-commissioned officers also put down their cards and looked over. "It seems that Parkerk is old too. He can't even deal with the sergeant in front of him, so he can only use his means..."

Ryan laughed, and he patted the soldier on the shoulder: "What's the name of the man who beat Parkerick? Do you remember?"

The soldier thought for a while and said, "In addition to the choreman named Zhuo Fan, there is also a new recruit named Wu Xiaofei who also participated in this matter."

"Zhuo Fan...is interesting..." Several non-commissioned officers started to mutter.

"You go down! Let's tell Parkerk and let her give me some peace." Ryan waved his hand, and the soldier quickly retreated.

Several non-commissioned officers whispered, and the white corporal stood up: "Sergeant, should you focus on cultivating this chores named Zhuo Fan? Maybe he will come in handy for the 'entertainment project' in the future!"

Several people looked at Ryan.

Ryan remembered the reward from a lieutenant general's son, and he shook his head: "It's just a choreman. Your expectations are too high, and there is no need to put such great pressure on him. Let's talk about this later."

...

After a night passed, Zhuo Fan gradually adapted to the dryness and coldness of high-latitude areas. In the morning, after training, Zhuo Fan began his first day of life as a choreman.

"Please, please, two people!" The veterans of torpedo were very respectful to Zhuo Fan and the others. "Look, the tent in front is the mission distribution office for the recruits and choremen."

"Thank you!" After saying goodbye to the veteran, Zhuo Fan and Wu Xiaofei walked towards the blue tent. There was a long queue outside the tent. After waiting for more than ten minutes, it was finally almost the turn of the two to receive the task cards. Zhuo Fan knew that by completing the task cards that day, he could obtain a small amount of military contributions.

If you accumulate too much contribution value, you can exchange items, money, or even titles!

The mission extraction box rolled "gululu" again. A recruit in front of Zhuo Fan was very nervous. He stared at the box and sweated on his forehead.

"Crash!" "Bang!" A small green card fell out of the draw box. "Great!" The recruit in front of Zhuo Fan saw that it was a green card, and waved his fists twice, and was very excited.

It was Zhuo Fan's turn, and the soldier in charge of the record looked at Zhuo Fan coldly and said, "You are the new choreman, why haven't I seen you before?" Zhuo Fan nodded, and the man's eyes flashed. "Start quickly."

"Crash!" "Bang!" A small red card fell out of the draw box. Zhuo Fan touched his nose, picked up the card and put it in his pocket.

"Next, Wu Xiaofei!"

"Crash!" "Crash!"

Seeing the sign, Wu Xiaofei's face turned green: "How could this happen... The red sign means moving bricks and stones at a distance..."

Zhuo Fan was a little confused: "You are also red? You are so lucky."

After the two left the tent, a woman with hippo-shaped figure came in through the side door of the tent. She looked at the figures of the two leaving and laughed sinisterly: "Hmph! Fight with me! Give me a red card every day!"

...

The place where the bricks and stones are piled up is on the open space in the center of the Fourth Military Region, and the destination for the bricks and stones is the entire Rocky line. The starting point is the same but the end point is different, so the working intensity here is very different.

Sometimes, the transportation distance is only a few hundred meters, and sometimes the distance may reach dozens of kilometers, or a huge gap of dozens of times.

In the sparse forest, on the gravel dirt road, only Zhuo Fan and Wu Xiaofei were carrying dozens of kilograms of bricks and stones slowly moving forward. Wu Xiaofei was walking while cursing: "This dog-dream red card is more than ten kilometers round trip, and it is probably all night today..."

Although Zhuo Fan noticed that two consecutive red cards were strange, he didn't say anything.

The sun rose and sinks again. At noon, I just hurriedly ate some Dozens biscuits and started heavy physical work again. Zhuo Fan had the ability to control things with his mind, so he was not very tired, while Wu Xiaofei was directly tired after the sixth transport.

The calloused fingers had been worn out, and a trace of blood stretched out. Wu Xiaofei lay on the huge rock and kept panting.

"Do you want me to help?" Zhuo Fan patted Wu Xiaofei on the shoulder.

Wu Xiaofei shook his head quickly: "How can this work? Your own task is 50% more than mine, and this is absolutely not possible." After that, he picked up the bricks and stones and left with a strong breath.

Zhuo Fan moved his mental power and gently supported Wu Xiaofei's bricks and stones, reducing part of the burden for him. Until the moon rose, Wu Xiaofei finally completed the task of the day. He looked excited: "I found that my strength and endurance have become much stronger. Later, it seems that it is not that difficult to carry..."

Zhuo Fan looked a little tired and smiled. It would also be beneficial for him to sit cross-legged and meditate.

"Do you do the rest of your work together..." Halfway through, Wu Xiaofei's feet became soft and he fell on the side of the road and fell into a coma.

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Chapter completed!