Start: Datang Wanli a lonely city

Chapter 280 The New Candidate ([-])
At the same time, that is, when Lao Wang's taxi suddenly stopped and shook rhythmically.

In another city quite far away, there is a small well-known military gymnasium in the local area.

After Lin Wujun raised his head, he poured a large cup of cold boiled water with a little honey into his mouth in one go.

Only then did I feel a little more comfortable in my burning throat.

no way!He drank too much tonight; even with his physique, he still couldn't bear it a little.

Lin Wujun, male, 34 years old this year, is currently working as the head coach in a boxing gym that also operates free combat.

The reason why he drank so much wine tonight was because an old comrade-in-arms came to his city.

In the spontaneous joy of the heart, one accidentally drank too much wine.

You know, since Lin Wujun was 18 years old, he signed up to join the PLA under the strong request of his father at home.

However, after a total of 12 years as a soldier, he finally retired with the rank of sergeant.

Even after retiring and returning, they took over the free boxing gym run by their parents so that they can enjoy their old age in peace.

And according to the current hobbies of young people, the free fighting gym has been transformed; from time to time, a blond coach with crooked nuts is introduced and it is changed into a fighting gym.

After some renovations, the current business is pretty good.

Although it can't be said that he is very rich, Lin Wujun's small life is relatively good.

However, Lin Wujun, who dedicated the best 12 years of his life to the barracks, is still full of unspeakable nostalgia for those PLA careers in the past.

So, after the old comrades arrived in their city.

He was happy from the bottom of his heart, and of course he wanted to entertain him well.

No!The two of them continued to drink from around seven o'clock in the evening, until nearly twelve o'clock in the evening; during this period, they did not know how many bottles of liquor, beer, and red wine were thrown on the ground of the restaurant, and they were able to drink to their heart's content.

In the end, he forced himself to send his comrades back to the hotel, and then took a taxi back to the Bingjian Pavilion. After pouring himself a glass of boiling water to cool down, Lin Wujun collapsed on the sofa in the office.

I have been sleeping for almost 3 hours before waking up.

It's just that after drinking a cup of cold water, Lin Wujun found that he couldn't fall asleep.

While smoking a cigarette, he was thinking about a question that came out of his mouth when he was drinking with his comrades in arms: "Old Lin, look at your muscle bumps, and your body shape is much stronger than mine, look I have a beer belly.

But I'm still a little curious, based on your current level of soldiers, if you were thrown on the ancient battlefield, what level would it be? "

Talk!Faced with such a question, Lin Wujun was directly forced to ask.

If he was asked to say that he traveled to ancient times and could have the level of a fierce general, he really couldn't say such a thing.

Because he still has a few of them, knowing that people like himself are in the modern plane, no matter how hard they usually work hard to polish their bodies and train them, it can only be regarded as a hobby.

In ancient times, people were practicing martial arts in order to survive on the battlefield.

Between the two, the starting point and motivation are not a concept at all.

For example, in the modern plane, one can pull a straight-drawn bow that is comparable to the ancient three-fight step bow, instead of a recurve bow that hits a target [-] meters away, and is an archery enthusiast with seven or eight rings or above.

Generally, in the circle, he is already a very powerful boss.

But if such a standard is placed in ancient times, it is really nothing.

But let this guy, who was drunk at the time, admit that he was too good, and even if he was thrown into ancient times, he would be a rookie. Lin Wujun was embarrassed to admit this.

He remembered that he had fooled such a topic by mentioning a glass of wine.

Now, when he thought of such a question again, he lowered his head and thought about it seriously, and then he muttered:
"Yes, I cook, but it can't be my fault, can it?

Now when you go out with a sharp weapon, you will be invited to drink plain water by the SIRs in the name of carrying a controlled knife.

It's not like my buddy, it's because there is no suitable environment at all, okay?

It really made me travel back to ancient times. The so-called wind and cloud will turn into a dragon. Believe it or not, buddy, I will practice it soon; "

After these words fell, the mobile phone placed on the coffee table suddenly vibrated, thinking that Lin Wujun, who thought it was his comrade in arms who woke up and sent a message to himself, immediately picked up the mobile phone.

It turned out that it was a nonsense message on the phone.

To be more precise, the same message that the taxi driver Lao Wang and A Fen had received also appeared on Lin Wujun's mobile phone.

"What the hell! Facing heavy cavalry like the Jinjun Iron Buddha, isn't it a joke to choose these things?"

After reading the information at that time, Lin Wujun cursed out such a sentence.

If he hadn't developed the habit of keeping his hair short because of his years of living in PLA, he might have chosen the three-piece set of hairspray, comb, and shoe polish.

Without him, since left and right are dead, why don't you make your appearance look more decent.

In the end, Lin Wujun randomly selected two G's on it, that is, two 'Gatling Fireworks', threw away his phone and walked towards the bathroom.

He wondered if the fireworks were fired at the war horse, maybe it would be effective.

In addition, if you drink too much, you will have a bloated stomach and want to go to the toilet all the time, which is normal.

It was only after a brisk excretion that he washed his face on the sink, and when he looked up, he saw a line of blood-red characters appear on the mirror:

"Don't brag about me, kid, don't you just want to go to ancient times? Arrange..."

*******
Still at the same time, thousands of kilometers away from Lin Wujun, in the urban-rural fringe of a small county on the 34th line, Wu Tie, like him, is [-] years old.

With an inexplicable sadness on his face, he picked up a bottle of beer in his hand.

With a lift of his chin, he poured all the troubles, helplessness, loneliness, etc. in his heart, together with the wine in it, into his stomach in one breath.

As for what he was worried about: he was worried about his wife back then.

Wu Tie, male, 34 years old, 178 cm tall, 80 kg in weight, occupation is a blacksmith shop owner left behind due to some historical reasons in the urban-rural fringe area.

For a long time, it has been relying on making some farm tools such as hoes and sickles, or selling daily necessities such as pots and pots, so as to maintain a life of not being hungry or full.

But then again, Wu Tie isn't very handsome, but he looks Zhou Zheng, with a standard build and strong body.

Coupled with being diligent and able to endure hardships, it is not to the point where you can't even marry a wife.

joke!Those girls in their early 20s who seemed impetuous and ignorant to him looked down on him.

However, he still has some market for second-married sister-in-laws with dolls, or some girls who want to find an honest man to marry after having had enough fun.

The crux of the problem is that Wu Tie is still a person who refuses to accommodate.

Because countless times in his dreams, he has been imagining that there will be a woman who is a head or two taller than him and has a lot of muscles on her hands, grabbing him like a little chicken.

Then, after putting him down on the ground, he slapped him hard.

honestly!With a population of more than one billion in China, such a kind of girl definitely exists, but she shouldn't be someone like him, the owner of a blacksmith shop, who can miss her.

So at the age of 34, after such a category of old bachelors, this guy is still a single dog.

Many times, on such a lonely and lonely night, when he can't fall asleep, he can only fall asleep with alcohol anesthesia.

However, before getting drunk today, the situation changed a bit.

I don't know if it was a message from the system group, but one of them was sent to him.

After taking a look, Wu Tie smiled contemptuously on his face, and muttered in his mouth: "Who do you choose! What are the choices of these crap, I choose a wife~"

Then, he was horrified to find that his body was disappearing rapidly.

And in such a process, he faintly heard Mo's feelings, and a voice like mechanical synthesis cursed:
"What the hell, dead single~"

PS: Zhan Xiang, Wu Tie is here for you, you have the right to refuse, but he also has the right to pursue...

(End of this chapter)