NOVPUBChapter 1395: 650 Please Sir_5 Chapter 1395: 650 Please Sir_5 You can’t blame him for his arrogance, for this man was in reality too skinny.
That waist, locked by a belt, was even thinner than his thighs.
How could someone so thin be eligible to join The Tiger Army?
He could kill him with just a slight movement of his pinky.
The workers looked worriedly towards the frail assault soldier.
It had been a long time since they had felt a sliver of warmth.
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It appeared that there were good people even here, in a foreign land, a wolf’s den.
The soldier spectators were egging them on – after all, who wouldn’t get excited to see some action in a place where not even a bird would poop?
The assault soldier launched an aggressive attack, potent and sharp with every move.
The initial arrogance of his opponent completely vanished when his face was struck multiple times.
He was completely angered.
However, his anger didn’t change anything.
He was practically strung up and beaten, his defeat too miserable to watch.
Everyone cheered and clapped, even though the one losing the fight was their comrade.
But the way this young man fought was indeed impressive.
A painful scream resounded from the man’s throat, causing his face to pale instantly.
The latter nonchalantly broke his arm, and he could no longer hold a gun with his right hand.
“You should be worthy of the uniform you wear, and learn to respect life.
They are humans, not tools for you to beat around, you bastard.”
“Snap.” The bone was set, causing this bout of pain to surge more than the last one.
He almost lost consciousness.
This was undoubtedly a pain his body could barely endure.
Even if the bone was reset successfully, his hand was to be wasted.
But people standing afar were unable to perceive this.
Even if a doctor examined him afterward, it wouldn’t reveal much.
Aubree Groove left with Victor.
“Wait.”
Aubree Groove turned around, the beaten man stumbled towards him.
He stammered in Percival language, “Thank you.”
Aubree Groove patted his shoulder, “It’s nothing.
It’s what I should do.”
The man widened his eyes in shock, “You…
you…
”
This man unexpectedly spoke in Chinese.
Peering into the eyes behind those goggles, they were a pair of pitch-black irises inherently found in orientals.
He was overwhelmed with joy; he had thought that anyone who would save him was surely a fellow countryman.
Those Korean soldiers didn’t have hearts as kind as his.
After that man left, Gandra wiped away his tears before returning to the ranks.
“Shunzi, you’re so lucky today.
Someone went out on a limb for you.
Do you know how scared I was?
I feared that you would get beaten to death.
We brothers set out together, and we must go back together.”
Gandra responded absentmindedly.
“I don’t know when these days will be over.
Sometimes I feel like jumping off this place to find relief, but then I think about my wife and kids, and can’t bring myself to do it.
If I die and there’s not even a body left, how will they survive their later years?”
“We will definitely go back.” Gandra stated decisively.
Finding the opportunity, he quickly read the note in his hand.
After finishing, he immediately put the note into his mouth to chew and swallow it down.
Gandra’s gaze was fixed on the sea in the distance, his eyes gradually firming up.
When Victor returned to the tent, Kuhar seemed to know about the beating incident and examined the skinny soldier with probing eyes.
“This little soldier of yours isn’t bad, how about leaving him as a guard for me?”
Victor laughed, “Afraid that’s not possible.
He was given to me by Lord Allegro Kent.
If I were to give him to you, wouldn’t that be betraying Lord Allegro’s intentions?
There’s no shortage of capable people around you, surely you’re not lacking one guard.”
Thus, Victor managed to leave the tent successfully and once again mounted his motorbike and left. 𝑛𝘰𝑣𝘱𝑢𝑏.𝘤𝑜𝘮
Three days later, in the evening, an unexpected heavy rainstorm hit the island.
Strong winds blew, touching the tree branches to the point they nearly uprooted.
Visibility was very low, and therefore the guards on duty in the northern region were lax.
In the large tent, Kuhar was drinking in misery.
His days here were draining away his fighting spirit.
The abysmal weather amplified his melancholic thoughts, and he could only vent out through the stimulation of alcohol.
Drinking was generally banned, but who could control him in this desolate place?
A clap of thunder startled Kuhar.
His hand trembled, dropping the wine glass, spilling wine all over the floor.
“Someone…
” he called out, but no one responded.
“Are you all ignoring my commands now?
You all should be punished.” Kuhar stumbled up, moving towards the outside of the tent.
Just as he lifted the tent curtain, the rain and wind hit him straight, blowing away most of his drunken stupor.
He mumbled to himself: “This is strange.
This is the heaviest rain I’ve seen since I arrived at Beverley Island.”
