336: Chapter 325 Military Style 336: Chapter 325 Military Style Commander Hu was momentarily stunned, but soon burst into laughter, “You old dog, hurry up and introduce me to the young talent of your Sunan Military Region.”
“This is Song Yun, our Major General from the Sunan Military Region,” Xu Hongxing said proudly.
“This kid is really tough, forged through trials.
He even set up his own mercenary group abroad, I heard it’s quite sizable.”
“Oh, no wonder he’s so formidable,” Commander Hu said as he clapped Song Yun on the shoulder.
“The nation needs talents like you.
Serve the country well, and I believe you’ll achieve great things.
What do you say, why not consider joining the Northeast Tiger?
I guarantee you’ll be a general before you turn forty.”
“You shameless old dog, poaching right under my nose,” Xu Hongxing joked.
“No chance at all, Song Yun will be with our Sunan for a lifetime.
You can guarantee a promotion to general by forty, I guarantee it by thirty.”
“Then you’re the better man, I concede defeat.
But are you telling me you’re not even serving lunch midday?” Commander Hu remarked.
“Of course we’re serving lunch, the meat and liquor are already prepared, we’re just waiting to head over,” Xu Hongxing said, then summoned a guard and asked, “Is the kitchen ready?”
“Ready at any time,” the soldier respectfully replied.
The military has its own guest reception areas, and the quality of the food is nothing less spectacular than that of outside establishments—at least, the dishes in front of Song Yun were not something you would find in a starred hotel.
After three rounds of drinks and five courses of food, the door swung open and Fang Ming entered shirtless, giving a report, “Everyone went out for lunch at noon, and I didn’t feel like going, so I came to mooch a meal.”
“No worries, we’re all from the same system.
Make yourself comfortable,” Xu Hongxing said, smiling and motioning for someone to pull up a stool for Fang Ming.
“Song Yun, you really are strong.
I’ll drink to you.” Normally, the first toast at the table is to a superior or commander, but Fang Ming was different; he wanted to drink with Song Yun right away.
“You’re strong too, just a bit of an issue with how you distribute your strength,” Song Yun said, clinking glasses with Fang Ming before downing his drink.
“Where should my strength go?” Fang Ming asked curiously, and not just him; everyone except Qingluan perked up their ears to listen.
“Strength isn’t about brute force; it should be about using it skillfully.
Your strength is too scattered, like loose sand.
If you could focus your explosive force into a single point, your power would improve dramatically,” Song Yun said calmly.
“Skilled force?
A single point?
Is this what you mean by those slaps on my back?” Fang Ming asked.
“I used ‘Inner Strength,'” Song Yun explained.
“Ordinary force only hits the surface, but my force can penetrate inside.
Plus, each slap creates a shockwave around your skin, making it progressively more painful.”
“I see, I’ve learned quite a bit today,” Fang Ming laughed heartily, continuously toasting and drinking with Song Yun.
Xu Hongxing and Commander Hu, having finished their meal, went to the conference room; they said they had matters to discuss.
From the gleam in Xu Hongxing’s eyes as he left, it was mostly likely related to military equipment.
“I wonder who this beautiful lady is, claiming she is an ordinary person.
I fancy myself a skilled man, but I believe I wouldn’t last more than two rounds in your hands,” Fang Ming, bleary-eyed, looked at Qingluan and asked.
“I’m just a regular person,” Qingluan replied, taking Song Yun by the hand.
“Song Yun, you shouldn’t drink anymore.
We still have things to do later.”
“Ah, my sister, you don’t understand.
The bonds between men are forged through drinking.
Besides, what could you possibly have to do this afternoon?
Big brother here can take care of it for you.” That’s the generosity of a Northeastern man.
Fang Ming pulled at Song Yun and grinned, “Not to say it out loud, brother, but you’re really lucky to have a girlfriend like your sister here.
I’m thoroughly impressed.”
“That’s alright,” Song Yun said, wiping the cold sweat from his forehead.
If this guy knew about his other women, he’d probably be kowtowing on the spot to become an apprentice.
“Although I’m happy to hear the word ‘sister,’ we really can’t drink anymore.
Song Yun has to go rescue another ‘sister’ this afternoon,” Qingluan covered Song Yun’s cup as she spoke.
Fang Ming took a shocked breath; Qingluan was already an astonishingly beautiful woman with formidable combat skills.
Most people would treasure her, but Song Yun seemed indifferent, as if it was nothing to him.
And what did Qingluan just say?
Was he hearing correctly?
She said they were going to rescue another woman in the afternoon.
My god, is Song Yun some kind of Casanova?
And Qingluan is okay with sharing a man with other women?
“Who is this ‘sister’?” Fang Ming cautiously asked.
“Oh, she’s not part of our system.
She’s still in school, and some local tyrant family wants to snatch her away to be their daughter-in-law.
We’re going to rescue her from that fate,” Qingluan made Ye Li Yueyue sound pitiful, on par with Bai Mao.
“Damn it, so there’s still such bastardly families around.
Brother, let’s not talk nonsense.
I’ll finish this drink, and then I’ll go ask the old commander for permission.
Let’s flatten them,” Fang Ming slammed the table as he stood up, his face fierce.
Song Yun was a soldier too and understood these people’s temperament all too well.
Even if they fought and quarreled behind closed doors, if someone dared to cross them, they would deliver a powerful blow in return.
Seeing Fang Ming like this, Song Yun didn’t find it strange.
That was the spirit of a soldier.
If Fang Ming had appeared indifferent or distanced himself from the issue, Song Yun would have thought he was nothing but a skiver.
“Brother, your sentiment is appreciated, but it would be inconvenient for us to head over there, especially since they’re a local powerhouse,” Song Yun advised.
“No, we must do it.
What’s the big deal about a powerful family?
Without the support of the people, they’re nothing.
Flattening their stronghold today counts as helping the people,” Fang Ming said passionately.
“I’ll go now; I’ll report to the old commander immediately.”
“No, no, no, big brother, there’s no need for that kind of trouble,” Song Yun hurried to deter him.
He knew too well about the implications of misusing military forces, not to mention they were planning to demolish someone’s family gates.
If the higher-ups caught wind of this, nobody would get off easily.
“Are you not giving me face, then?
Is that it?” Fang Ming said sternly.
“If you respect me, let me join you.
I’m not normally one to quickly call someone brother, but you’re different, we’ve hit it off.
If we’re brothers, I will help you.
Wait for me here, I’ll be back in a flash.”