Chapter 58: Did we win?

Fan Tianlei's "lecture" lasted a full two hours.

During it, Liu Xiaotian several times wanted to add a bit more water to his own tea to let Chief of Staff Fan moisten his throat.

If it were just him and Fan Tianlei, Liu Xiaotian would really dare to do that.

What's the big deal, just acting up a bit? The worst consequence would just be getting a "gentle" kick from Chief of Staff Fan.

After all, in the army, those soldiers with real skills are usually a bit mischievous and also quite stubborn.

But the more such soldiers there are, the more they tend to be favored by superiors.

Liu Xiaotian may not rely on his strength to bully or look down on others, but using that bit of strength to mess around a little with superiors who still tolerate him could actually bring them closer, right?

By the time Chief of Staff Fan finally finished speaking, it was already lunchtime.

But Liu Xiaotian and his three companions never imagined that Chief of Staff Fan wouldn't even let them have a meal before directly ordering them to board the plane.

Yes, exactly boarding the plane, and it was Old Comrade Zhou himself piloting the aircraft.

Before leaving, Fan Tianlei, at least somewhat "particular", had his orderly go to the mess hall and pack each of them a boxed meal to eat on the plane.

However, seeing Liu Xiaotian eating his boxed meal, Old Comrade Zhou was quite dissatisfied with this.

For this reason, after takeoff, Old Comrade Zhou directly performed a slick "drift", bringing the four of them back to his own "turf" to load four big plates of sauced bones before flying on to the designated location.

Although Fan Tianlei said they would go to Warrior School in three days, beforehand they four still had to complete the relevant paperwork, undergo a full physical examination, and there was also travel time, so Fan Tianlei urged them to leave as soon as possible.

At noon on the third day, after two transfers and finally switching to a pickup truck, Liu Xiaotian and his three companions finally arrived at the legendary Warrior School.

Completely unlike what Liu Xiaotian had imagined, upon entering the gate there wasn't even a neatly lined-up formation of instructors to greet them, let alone give them an intimidating welcome, and not even a single person paid them any attention.

The driver simply drove them to the edge of a tent area, waved them off the vehicle, and left without saying a word.

Standing before that expanse of tents, Liu Xiaotian felt a strong sense of déjà vu, as if Lu Xun and Lu Boyan were about to set the camps ablaze.

Those tents weren't tall; their size seemed to be for four persons.

All the tents were pitched haphazardly, completely without any order.

The four stood there dazed for a while, but eventually Liu Xiaotian was the first to speak up, suggesting they go inside to look for a tent with their names on it.

Because he saw that the flap of the tent nearest to him had a label attached.

After fifteen minutes, the four finally found the tent bearing their four names.

Wang Yanbing stared at the label on the tent flap for a long time, then muttered dissatisfiedly: "Damn it, why aren't these Chinese characters? What's the point of all these gibberish symbols? I damn well can't read them! If the names weren't at least in pinyin, I wouldn't dare go in!"

Actually, Liu Xiaotian was somewhat dissatisfied too, he just didn't say anything.

Although he could understand English, even German and French, he still didn't want to see foreign text on his own tent.

Naturally, his ability to speak those three languages had nothing to do with the original genius owner of this body.

As a proper rich second‑generation, going abroad for the former Liu Xiaotian was as easy as popping out the front door for a bowl of mung bean milk.

As for his interest in languages, frankly, it was solely to be able to understand what those wildly different‑looking beauties were saying when they saw him, nothing more. Just then, the flap of the neighboring tent was lifted, and a white man about 1.8 meters tall stepped out.

From his uniform, Liu Xiaotian could immediately tell where he came from.

That country, which in Liu Xiaotian's original world was notorious for being unreasonable and prone to starting wars at the drop of a hat.

He hadn't thought much of it either, since this was Warrior School, where they were bound to train alongside soldiers from various nations.

But this guy probably heard Wang Yanbing's complaint, and as he passed by them he shouted loudly: "blockhead!"

Wang Yanbing's English was indeed poor, but he had learned the few textbook insults perfectly standard, including the word "stupid fool".

Without a hint of hesitation, Wang Yanbing shot back: "Your grandpa! Fuck you!"

Compared to that "stupid fool", Wang Yanbing's remark was a direct insult.

The soldier immediately stopped, turned around, and glared at Wang Yanbing with a dark gaze, shouting: "Yellow-skinned pig! Who are you insulting?!"

This time, Wang Yanbing couldn't understand.

But he could fully feel that the other person was insulting him, and since the few English words he knew were too "civilized", he simply switched to his native tongue and launched into a tirade.

One must admit, if we talk about vocabulary, the language of any country in this world is far inferior to Chinese.

Just for insulting, whether using profanity or not, Chinese vocabulary is sufficient to allow a glib‑tongued person to hurl nonstop unique insults for two hours straight.

Other languages, no matter how you twist them, are just those same few words.

Even if it gets a bit more complex, a professional translator with thirty years of experience couldn't render it.

There's nothing to be done—they simply don't have that word! Wang Yanbing also realized that.

"Damn it, if you're going to insult me in your own language, then I'll naturally retaliate in mine!"

Otherwise, he'd surely be at a disadvantage! But while the two were trading insults and He Chen Guang and Li Erniu were completely absorbed in the spectacle, they didn't notice that the instant the soldier uttered the word "yellow-skinned pig", Liu Xiaotian's expression changed abruptly.

In his previous world, he was not only a rich second‑generation, but also a patriotic rich second‑generation.

Not only did he resent the war decades ago against the little dwarves, but he also harbored anger over the incident more than a century ago when the imperialist powers "teamed up" to loot the capital.

And the word that soldier just shouted was exactly the term commonly used by those eight allied imperialist powers back then.

Wang Yanbing's relentless string of insults had barely begun when Liu Xiaotian cut him off.

Moreover, neither the three of them nor the soldier had expected that this guy, who had not batted an eye the whole time, would actually launch an attack right away.

Not only that, but he used one of the street‑gang brawling "secret techniques"—a finger bend! Indeed, just as the soldier extended his index finger to point at Wang Yanbing, Liu Xiaotian seized the moment, grabbed the guy's finger, and slammed it downward……

"Oh……oh……bastard……"

"If you move again, I'll snap this finger! Believe me?!" Liu Xiaotian asked in a cold voice, speaking standard English……

(End of chapter)