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I’m a soldier and got a lot of scars like these on the battlefield,” Song Yun said seriously.
“Don’t underestimate these scars—they represent my glory.”
“You’re bragging, right?
We’re in times of peace, aren’t we?
Where are there still battlefields?”
“You’re underestimating the world.
Where there are people, there is the Martial World, and where there is a Martial World, there is strife.
Surely such strife won’t be visible to you all.
We go on secret missions.
Look at this scar—this is where a bullet went in, and I had to use my military knife to take it out myself.
Now look at this one…” Song Yun began to boast about his experiences, mixing truth and lies as he told the group of women.
The girls looked at Song Yun with adoring eyes.
“You’re such a man, we just love you military guys.”
“Haha, it’s alright, though being a soldier is exhausting, especially being the King of Soldiers in a military region.
Aside from ironclad discipline, there’s not much left in my life,” Song Yun sighed.
“You really are pitiable,” a girl comforted Song Yun.
“Those of you who bring glory to our country shine the brightest in our eyes.
Compared to you, those eoo celebrities just seem so sissy.
I hate that kind of man the most.”
“Right, I don’t like them either.
I believe men should either suit up and strategize or don military uniforms to honor their country.
Those who put on makeup every day, speak in hushed tones for fear of offending someone, I hate them the most.
A man should be masculine,” Song Yun nodded in agreement.
“By the way, I heard there’s an event here tonight, are you coming?”
“What event?” Song Yun asked, puzzled.
“It’s a bonfire party.
They say they’re inviting some minority groups from around here too.
Just thinking about it gets me a little excited.
Do you want to join us tonight?” Since the girls extended their invitation, Song Yun contemplated whether he had any plans tonight or if he could cancel them.
Just then, Shen Yan came over, looped his arm around Song Yun’s neck, and said cockily, “I’ve been looking for you, and here you are, hitting on chicks.”
“And this is?” asked the girl who had led Song Yun over.
“Me?
I’m his buddy,” Shen Yan replied with a grin.
“Hello, beautiful ladies.
If you’re free, we can all hang out together.”
“Cough cough, he’s a soldier from our military region.
You see, he’s got quite a few scars on his body too, all from joining me on the battlefield,” Song Yun quickly interjected, worried that Shen Yan, the blockhead, might slip up.
Shen Yan was a force to be reckoned with.
Hearing what Song Yun said and seeing the girls’ admiring looks, he immediately got the gist and disdainfully waved his hand, “What’s that to brag about?
Let me tell you, when I went on a mission to the Golden Triangle, the difficulties I encountered were beyond your imagination.
Have you ever seen a python over ten meters long?
That thing swallowed a hunting dog whole.
And there was this wild boar, as big as a young elephant, that chased me for several miles.
If I hadn’t had the presence of mind to climb a tree, I’d have likely been impaled by the boar’s tusks.
And it still nearly went south; the boar kept smashing into the tree, eventually pretending to get tired and just waited at the bottom.
I had to endure hunger and cold, holding out for a whole day and night before it gave up on me.”
Damn, what’s the definition of talent?
This is talent!
No need for a draft, just spouts whatever comes to mind, painting himself as tragic as possible.
“Why didn’t you just shoot it?
Even a wild boar can’t stop a bullet, can it?” one of the girls pointedly asked.
“Sigh, our mission was of high importance, and at that moment, I was less than a kilometer away from the target.
If I had used a gun to drive away the boar then, what would happen if the enemy knew and ran off?
For the mission, for the country and the people, I had to stick to my resolve,” Shen Yan sniffled, with tears welling in his eyes.
“Who isn’t born of a father and raised by a mother?
If we didn’t love our country, why would we do such dangerous things?
We too have our families; we too would like to live a quiet life.
But when the country needs us, we must stand up.
That’s our mission; that’s our glory.”
Damn, this brother’s acting is top-notch.
He got himself crying mid-act.
If this guy were in the film industry, he’d be a superstar.
Although the girls had no idea how glory and standing up related, they still felt sorry for Shen Yan.
They crowded around him to offer comfort, and even a couple of women there confessed their feelings for Shen Yan.
Seeing this, Song Yun was at a loss for words.
“You guys really are military brothers, huh?” the girl who brought Song Yun in asked softly.
“Of course.
How could I possibly lie about something like that?” Song Yun feigned anger.
“You might doubt my character, but don’t ever doubt my identity.
To me, being a soldier is a significant vocation, and I could never use it to deceive people.”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean that,” the girl quickly apologized, noticing Song Yun seemed upset.
While Song Yun and Shen Yan were enjoying the kind of attention they usually couldn’t get, Xiao Yin came over with a dark look on her face, grabbed Shen Yan by the ear, and told the women, “Don’t believe this liar’s nonsense.
I was deceived by him into marrying him.
No house, no car after marriage, and he’s always out drinking.
Sometimes he hits me when he’s drunk.
I can’t live like this any longer.”
“…” As soon as these words came out, the girls were in an uproar.
Damn, so this guy’s been playing the victim and lying all along?
They couldn’t let him off easily, so they started wailing on Shen Yan.
“And you?
Are you a liar, too?” Have you ever experienced being surrounded by a group of angry women staring you down?
You haven’t, but Song Yun just did.
“How could that be possible?
I have an officer’s card, for goodness’ sake.
If you don’t believe me, I have photos of me in uniform right here on my phone.” Song Yun ran back and flipped through his phone’s photo album to show them.
Fortunately, Second Grandpa had come to Sunan a while back and got him a military officer’s card to help him deal with some troublesome situations, as showing his National Security Bureau ID wasn’t something he could do just anywhere.
“Look, this is our military region, and I am a Major General at the Sunan Military Region command.
You can call me Major General Song, and I’m certainly not lying,” Song Yun declared proudly.
He was, after all, staff at the military region, holding a nominal position but still with a file backed up at the military headquarters, legitimate anywhere he went.