His biological clock woke Zhang Tie up from his deep sleep at a bit past six. Opening his eyes, Zhang Tie felt that his body and spirit had started to surge like the rising sun in just a few seconds. It was really a great feeling.
It was already the third day since Zhang Tie had arrived at the Iron-Blood Camp.
When he put on his pants, Zhang Tie was surprised to find that his lower part, which had not been erect for almost six days, had become ferocious again in the morning. At the beginning, Zhang Tie didn't care about it. The moment he put on his pants, he immediately realized that it didn't hurt anymore. Had the wound healed?
After taking off his underwear, Zhang Tie untied the two circles of gauze on that guy's body. After taking a careful look, he found that it was really healed. A thin scar had already fallen off, revealing the tender flesh!
"Hahahaha..." Zhang Tie burst out into laughter. He immediately took off all his clothes and rushed into the washroom. Turning on the hot water, he started to take a bath. After taking a bath, Zhang Tie looked at the new guy below and felt that he was not as dazzling as he had been several days ago.
In the past two days, Zhang Tie had gained a new nickname in the Iron-Blood Camp — — Mummy!
Many guys in the Iron-Blood Camp had nicknames, but Zhang Tie's was definitely the most resounding one. Anyone who knew how he got this nickname would burst out into laughter...
However, Zhang Tie didn't care about it. He didn't think it was shameful at all. As a group of men, there was nothing to be afraid of. No matter what, he wouldn't lose a single hair.
Additionally, the advantage of having such a resounding nickname was that in only a few days, everyone in the Iron-Blood Camp knew that there was a new guy in the Iron-Blood Camp — — Second Lieutenant Mummy! Of course, there were also many people who called him a toy boy behind his back. Zhang Tie didn't care about it either. Like what Zerom had said, when others called him that, Zhang Tie could only take it as those guys' jealousy towards his handsome appearance and excellent temperament. It was definitely jealousy, pure jealousy. Those guys were jealous that he looked more handsome than them in military uniform.
"Hahahaha..."
There was one more thing to do today, namely, the duel between Zhang Tie and Sodor. Zhang Tie knew that it was finally time for him to show off his power. He had been too low-key these days. It was time to let his bastard subordinates know his true strength.
In the past two days, Zhang Tie's biggest achievement in the Iron-Blood Camp was to learn how to drive a car. Being able to drive the car around the camp made his last two days of recuperation not so boring.
Zhang Tie felt that driving was a very interesting thing! Just like running, as long as it could give him the feeling of being as free as the wind, he liked it.
Previously, Zhang Tie wanted to wear a common singlet and a pair of trousers before leaving the house; however, when he thought of the duel, After thinking for a while, Zhang Tie directly put on the training battle uniform of the Norman Empire's lieutenant.
Compared to ordinary clothes and formal clothes, the training fighting suit of the Norman Empire was tighter, tighter and more elastic. The main material of the training fighting suit was leather and a kind of cloth called Strong Ring Yarn Stone Abrasive Cloth, which had a good texture. Additionally, it had a certain defensive ability. It was said that there was a layer of fine metal silk fabric in the interlayer near the heart and the lower abdomen of the training suit. It could effectively isolate the damage caused by arrows. The treatment of soldiers of the Norman Empire was once again reflected in this set of fighting clothes.
Putting on the training combat suit before putting on the armor would feel more compatible. However, even if he didn't wear the armor and only wore the training combat suit, he would still be able to wear it. It was also possible.
Against a mere Sodor, there was no need to wear any armor.
He put on his combat uniform. After putting on a pair of high-top leather battle boots and a pair of battle gloves, Zhang Tie looked at himself in front of the mirror. The red and black colors of the entire battle suit matched each other very well, making him look more heroic and valiant.
"Zhang Tie, you're so handsome!" In front of the mirror, Zhang Tie praised himself. He then smiled and picked up that terrifying 358 kg huge battle sword from the weapon rack in the room. Casually carrying it on his shoulder, he walked out of the dormitory's gate.
When Zhang Tie walked out of the dormitory, the morning horn of the Iron-Blood Camp had just sounded!
Zhang Tie didn't know whether it was because he had been recuperating in the past few days or because he had eaten the two fruits, but after only one week, Zhang Tie felt that the heavy sword on his shoulder was a bit lighter than last time. He could also hold it more easily.
When he went downstairs, Zhang Tie met another second lieutenant of the Iron-Blood Camp who had just woken up. At the sight of the over 2-m long heavy sword on Zhang Tie's shoulder, the second lieutenant opened his mouth so widely that an egg could be stuffed in it.
"Morning, Second Lieutenant Goethe!" This was a second lieutenant of the Second Company of the Iron-Blood Camp. He lived on the third floor. Zhang Tie greeted him enthusiastically.
"The thing on your shoulder... is it painted with wood?" Second Lieutenant Goethe stared at Zhang Tie with an unbelievable look. When Zhang Tie greeted him, Zhang Tie only used one hand to support that thing on his shoulder. It seemed to be very easy. Zhang Tie's relaxed look formed a sharp contrast with the big thing on his shoulder, which aroused Second Lieutenant Goethe's suspicion.
Zhang Tie just smiled. Second Lieutenant Goethe walked over and flicked the blade of the huge sword with one finger. The heavy sword made no sound. Second Lieutenant Goethe's face immediately changed. He swallowed his saliva and stared at Zhang Tie with an amazed look. "How heavy is it?"
"358 kg!"
"Is this your main weapon?"
"Yes, when adviser Hans took me to the arsenal of the Logistics Department to choose weapons, I felt that this heavy sword was very suitable, so I chose it!" Zhang Tie said innocently.
'What kind of monster is this guy?' Glancing at the huge sawtooth on the other side of Zhang Tie's huge battle sword, Second Lieutenant Goethe felt a chill down his neck. 'God, why don't you strike me with that lightning bolt? I also want to get the Acquired Lightning Stroke Savant Syndrome!'
Zhang Tie and Goethe went downstairs together. Second Lieutenant Goethe was still absent-minded. After going downstairs, they separated and Zhang Tie directly came to the gathering place of Third Platoon. Zhang Tie forcefully stabbed the blade of the heavy sword into the ground, causing the entire sword to sink two feet into the ground. Zhang Tie then loosened his grip, letting the huge sword stay in the ground. Crossing his arms, he waited for the guys of Third Platoon to come out.
Five minutes after the morning horn was blown, 55 tough guys of Third Platoon, Fifth Company of the Iron-Blood Camp had already arrived at the gathering place. Everyone naturally saw Zhang Tie in his battle suit and the terrifying battle sword in front of him. Not only them, even half of the people on the training ground had seen it.
As a platoon leader, his task was to lead these guys to complete the basic training for two hours in the morning. The platoon leader could also specify the training content.
"This morning, we were doing strength training. Do you see this sword? If you want to prove that you're men, then pull this sword out of the ground one by one and insert it in. Like how you f * ck women, if you can't even pull it out and insert it in, from today on, don't call yourself a man in front of me... "Zhang Tie said with a smile. Zhang Tie revealed a smile as he stuck out his tongue like a poisonous snake, stimulating the poor self-esteem of those guys.
Like Second Lieutenant Goethe, these guys also doubted whether it was a prank made by Second Lieutenant Mummy — — to deceive people by painting a wooden sword with metal paint.
Many people exchanged glances with each other.
"Who wants to have a try to prove whether you're a man or not?"
"Let me!" Beckham, who was almost two meters tall, walked out of the formation and came to Zhang Tie. He stretched out his hands and grasped the handle of the sword. The moment he did so, his face changed. This was because the feeling in his hands told him that this sword was not made of wood at all.
"Ah..." Beckham roared like a wild beast as he took a horse stance. His muscles and veins bulged all over his body as his face turned red. He wanted to pull the giant sword out from the ground. After the 358 kilogram giant sword was inserted into the ground, it suddenly exploded. If he wanted to pull it out again, he would need more than 358 kilograms of strength. It was not difficult for a person to throw a punch that weighed 358 kilograms, but it was extremely difficult for a person to pick up something that weighed 358 kilograms.
Finally, when Beckham's forehead started to sweat, he only managed to pull the huge sword out of the ground by less than 10 cm.
After roaring like a wild beast for three minutes, Beckham's legs became soft. Like being drained of all his strength, he sat down on the ground. After staggering up, his face was full of shame.
"Next!"
Everybody exchanged glances with each other.
"Don't you even have the courage to prove yourself?" Zhang Tie ridiculed.
"Then how can you prove that you plunged the sword into it yourself? How can you prove that you're a man in front of us? "A troublemaker in the platoon asked in a weird tone.
"It's very simple!" Zhang Tie smiled as he ran his qi secretly. Closely after that, he pulled the huge sword out of the ground by one hand. After that, he inserted the sword into the ground again in front of everybody else. After that, Zhang Tie pulled the sword out of the ground once again and inserted it into the ground once again. After doing this twice, everybody became silent. Even the troublemakers closed their mouths...
Putting his hands behind his back, Zhang Tie looked like a powerhouse. Although the muscles and meridians of Zhang Tie's hand that he had just used to draw out the sword started to quiver, being held by his other hand, Zhang Tie still looked calm. Nobody could find anything wrong with it at all. As for Zhang Tie, although he could barely draw the sword with one hand, it was already his limit. Just now, when he casually waved the sword twice, the muscles on his right hand started to quiver like the strings of a zither being plucked, which was a protest to Zhang Tie.
'If I could kill a bunch of huge wolves and eat some huge wolf seven-strength fruits, it would be much easier.' Zhang Tie thought.
After Zhang Tie demonstrated it twice, everybody lined up to try whether they could pull out the battle sword from the ground and insert it into the ground again. Everybody wanted to feel how powerful Zhang Tie was.
After over 50 guys tried it together, all of them looked at Zhang Tie with a bit more respect in their eyes. With such a great battle strength, they really had nothing to say.
Later on, not only the soldiers of Third Platoon, but also the other soldiers and military officers of the Iron-Blood Camp also lined up to see whether they were "real men" or not …
In the end, the soldiers of the Iron-Blood Camp made a grading standard — — those who could not draw out their swords were women; those who could draw out a part of their swords were half women; those who could completely draw out their swords but could not insert them into their swords were half men; those who could barely draw out their swords but could not stably insert them into the ground were male prostitutes; only those who could draw out their swords and forcefully insert them into the ground were real men.
What was a real man? One who could pull out the sword and insert it into the ground!
For the whole morning, a lot of soldiers and military officers of the Iron-Blood Camp were stimulated by Zhang Tie's heavy sword and kept screaming on the training ground. Tough men and tough men were competing with each other on the training ground, sweating profusely in order to win the title of a real man. Those who had called Zhang Tie a toy boy suddenly realized that they were not even as good as a toy boy and felt so ashamed that they could not even show their faces.
In the end, when it was almost lunchtime, even Regimental Commander Reinhardt was shocked and came over to join in the fun.
Under the admiring gazes of the horny students, the heavy sword was easily pulled out from the ground by Battalion Commander Reinhardt. After casually waving it for a few times, Battalion Commander Reinhardt slashed it towards the ground. An invisible force poured out of the sword like a lightning bolt, directly plowing a 30 cm deep and 10 m long ditch on the ground of the training ground.
Everybody was shocked by this thunder-like strike, including Zhang Tie.
"Hahahaha, this sword is so fun to use. I'll get one to play with some other day …" Reinhardt laughed heartily. "Let all the bastards have a try. Anyone who is judged as a woman today is not allowed to eat today. They have to starve for the whole day. From then on, this kind of competition will be held once a week. On that day, all those who are evaluated as women are not allowed to eat anything. Those who are half women are only allowed to eat one meal. Those who make progress will have an extra meal. As for those who become real men, this father will give them a box of cigars... "
Saying this, Battalion Commander Reinhardt directly pulled out a box of cigars from his coat and threw it to Zhang Tie. Seeing this, the other guys all drooled out of admiration.
Having achieved his goal of establishing his prestige, Zhang Tie scratched his head. "Battalion Commander, I will use this sword this afternoon. I might not be able to let everybody have a try. As there are so many people in the camp, if everybody wants to have a try, we might have to wait until the evening!"
"What are you going to do with the sword this afternoon?"
"Someone challenged me to a duel. I have to go!" Zhang Tie honestly replied.
Hearing this, Zhang Tie found that the surroundings suddenly became quiet. After that, everybody, including Reinhardt, became furious.
"What? A bastard dares challenge a military officer of our Iron-Blood Camp to a duel?" Like a majestic lion being provoked by an insect, Reinhardt's furious voice was so loud that it shook the entire Iron-Blood Camp.
"F * ck him to death, let's f * ck him to death..."
"Let the brothers of the armored battalion heat up the tanks..."
"Bring out the weapons!"
The surrounding people started to clamor, especially those subordinates of Zhang Tie's Platoon 3 who had just been impressed by him. They all jumped even higher than Zhang Tie and were even more excited.
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