A generation of soldiers begins with Feng Yuxiu traveling through time and space with Xu Sanduo

Chapter 260 Scorpion
"Wu Zhe, hang in there, we're almost there!"

Yuan Lang, his face pale, charged forward, while Wu Zhe behind him lowered his head and slid his arms through the seawater.

Four Delta Force squads, with their long arms and wide bodies, were hot on their heels.

If they can overtake the two in front of them, and all four of them land at the same time, then they will still win this game.

However, they underestimated the two Chinese men in front of them. No matter how much they fought back, they could never widen the gap further.

They also couldn't understand why the Chinese people had such terrifying endurance.

one kilometer!

The flags on that island were fluttering in the wind.

From 500 meters away, you can already see the beach and coconut trees on the island.

"Tom, Jerry! Speed ​​up! Victory is ours!"

The four of them unleashed a frenzied burst of power, surpassing Yuan Lang and Wu Zhe in the blink of an eye.

"Wu Zhe, hang in there! We can't let Xu Sanduo's efforts go to waste!"

Yuan Lang gritted his teeth and chased after him relentlessly.

"Captain..." Wu Zhe's speed suddenly slowed down.

"What?" Yuan Lang suddenly turned around.

"look……"

Following Wu Zhe's gaze, Cheng Cai lay on the beach under a coconut tree with his eyes closed, while Feng Yuxiu stood on the beach, calmly staring at the four Delta teams.

He had already learned the word "fairness," but now it seemed that these four white people didn't really want fairness.

The obstacles they posed to Yuan Lang are only now beginning to show their drawbacks.

Yuan Lang and Wu Zhe were both exhausted.

Continuing like this, it's clear that we can't keep up.

Feng Yuxiu slowly squatted down and took out four needles with his right hand.

His maximum speed for flicking a needle is six meters.

People of this era have never seen ancient martial arts.

"Tom, we won!!!"

"Yes, Jerry, we won! Charge!!!"

The four turned to look at the two people who had been pulled back three meters behind them.

American cooperatives always want to be above everyone else.

They always want to be the first to win.

"It's that kid. Why is he looking at us like that?"

They discovered Feng Yuxiu.

"Don't worry about it. If he dares to lay a hand on us now, the entire team will be disqualified!"

"Charge!"

"Eight meters!"

"Let them go back to where they came from, this is our territory!"

"Yes, Tom!"

Six meters!

The smiles and freckles on the four faces were so clearly visible.

Feng Yuxiu continuously launched flying needles with both hands, sending them shooting out along the blue waves of the ocean.

Suddenly, the four people's bodies began to stiffen.

My legs started twitching uncontrollably.

"Tom! My God, I have a leg cramp!"

"Jerry, me too!!!"

"Snecke, what about you?"

"My leg is cramping too, damn it!"

At the same time, all four of them started to twitch in both legs. The intense pain made them stop and rub their thighs while groaning.

Feng Yuxiu continued to stare with icy eyes.

"Captain, it looks like they've been bitten by something."

"Great opportunity! Let's seize it!"

Yuan Lang pulled Wu Zhe along and gradually overtook the four people.

The four gritted their teeth and tried to move forward, but if they didn't move, they would be fine, but if they did, their whole bodies would convulse in great pain.

They could only watch helplessly as Yuan Lang and Wu Zhe stepped onto the beach.

This is why Feng Yuxiu brought Cheng Cai back to the beach instead of turning back to help Yuan Lang.

He is the last line of defense. If these four follow the rules, he won't intervene; if they lose, they lose.

But these four people kept making small moves from the beginning, even sending four Japanese dogs to try and stab them in the back.

Then they shouldn't blame themselves for taking action.

The four needles were inserted lightly, and after struggling for a long time, the needles stuck in their legs were carried away by the waves and sank to the bottom of the sea.

The international referee immediately verified the identities of Yuan Lang and his three teammates, and then announced, "China wins!"

Yuan Lang was still somewhat dazed when, after Wu Zhe nudged him a few times in ecstasy, he suddenly shouted excitedly, "We won!!!"

The four members of Delta Force climbed up; the pain came and went quickly.

They stared at Yuan Lang and his group with resentment.

Feng Yuxiu stared at the four of them calmly from beginning to end.

"Tom, let's go!"

The medical team's helicopter descended from the sky and carried Cheng Cai onto the helicopter for treatment.

Yuan Lang and the other two had their bodies examined and were found to have no hidden illnesses.

Tuoyang came out from behind and said, "Congratulations, Lieutenant Colonel, you won."

"These are your medals."

Tuo Yang took out four medals and distributed them to Yuan Lang and the other three.

Feng Yuxiu took it and looked at it. It read in English: International Competition Warrior.

"This is Cheng Cai's; I'll keep it for him for now." Wu Zhe smiled as he put away Cheng Cai's medal.

"It's finally over. I'm giving you two a break so you can enjoy the sights of Estonia. We're heading back home tomorrow. You only have today, so make the most of it, you two."

"What about you, Captain?" Wu Zhe asked. Yuan Lang's eyes showed worry. "I need to go see Cheng Cai. This soldier... he's qualified in my eyes."

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Temperatures in Estonia always fluctuate around 20 degrees Celsius.

The sea breeze here has a sweet smell, and the European-style buildings on both sides always remind people of medieval Rome.

"Xu Sanduo, you have to come with me here. Estonian beer is really good. You've come all this way and you've wasted your trip if you don't have a beer. Even if you don't drink, have one!"

Wu Zhe asked with a smile.

Feng Yuxiu shook his head. "I don't drink."

Wu Zhe asked curiously, "You don't smoke or drink, I'm curious if you have any hobbies or interests. Isn't the point of life to relax? Why are you so tense?"

Feng Yuxiu paused for a moment, "It's not that I can't drink, it's that I'm afraid to drink..."

Wu Zhe didn't delve into the connection; in his opinion, since he wasn't drinking, there was no point in asking.

"Walk."

The two entered a tavern on the street.

Wu Zhe skillfully ordered a wheat beer and also got Feng Yuxiu a glass of water.

The medieval music in the tavern had a wild feel to it, and the faint harmonica sounds made the country's not-so-long history seem mysterious.

Feng Yuxiu gazed alone at the tavern, which had the feel of an old era.

Wu Zhe, on the other hand, was drinking beer with his eyes closed.

It's not easy to have a day off, so you should definitely enjoy it.

They don't have many opportunities to go abroad anyway.

A short while later, an Asian man entered the tavern.

He walked familiarly to the bar, ordered a whiskey, and sat on a high stool to enjoy it alone.

Feng Yuxiu frowned.

Bloody smell.

This Asian man had killed many people; the hands he held holding the wine glass had thick, old calluses on the base of his thumb and the pads of his fingers.

boom!
Suddenly, several drunk white men in the corner stood up and started shouting unsteadily.

An Asian-looking waitress screamed and tried to break free, but was pulled into a hug.

"Come on, have a drink with me, I'll give you a tip."

Feng Yuxiu glanced at it and then stopped paying attention. This was a foreign country; it wasn't his place to be a hero.

"Let go, let me go!"

Surprisingly, the waitress spoke fluent Hokkien.

This is the colloquial language of the coastal region, specifically Fujian.

The Asian man who had just entered suddenly stood up and walked forward, saying, "Hey, let her go."

Wu Zhe suddenly put down his wine glass. "Chinese."

Feng Yuxiu looked at Wu Zhe in surprise.

Wu Zhe chuckled, “I’m quite good at language research. This colloquialism is something that only Chinese people have mixed in. I’m certain this kid is Chinese.”

"Now that they're being bullied, should we help them?"

Feng Yuxiu glanced at it. "This isn't China, and I don't think they need our help."

Wu Zhe looked over in surprise.

The group of white Europeans stood up and began to gang up on the Asian man.

The next second, the man made a sudden move, flipped his hand to grab a bottle from the bar, smashed it, and stabbed it at the group of people.

Several people grabbed chairs and started fighting. The waitress was thrown towards Feng Yuxiu, and her head slammed straight into the protruding sharp corner.

Wu Zhe slammed down his wine glass, leaped forward, and hugged the waitress tightly. "Are you alright?"

The waitress turned pale with fright, her body trembling, and she stammered, "N-nothing, thank you."

Wu Zhe released the waiter, who ran in fear to the back of the tavern.

When Wu Zhe looked up, he saw that all the white men at the feet of the Asian man had been beaten to the ground.

He shook his wrist, walked to the bar, picked up his glass, took a big gulp, and turned to walk towards Feng Yuxiu.

"Thank you for your help earlier."

Wu Zhe smiled and said, "You're welcome."

Wu Zhe answered in Chinese.

The man was stunned, seemingly not expecting to encounter so many Chinese people in such a remote little country.

"I am also from China, from Hunan, and my name is Wang Yadong. May I ask your names?"

Wu Zhe smiled and shook his head.

Wang Yadong was taken aback for a moment, then smiled and asked, "Are you two soldiers?"

Wu Zhe remained silent, but his brows furrowed.

"Oh, don't misunderstand, I've dealt with soldiers a lot before, all kinds of international soldiers, I'm used to it." Wang Yadong quickly waved his hand to explain.

Wu Zhe finally understood, "You're a mercenary?"

Wang Yadong laughed and said, "Just trying to make a living."

Wu Zhe's face instantly turned cold as he turned away, ignoring him.

Wang Yadong looked at Feng Yuxiu with curiosity.

"Goodbye," he said with a smile, turning around to leave the money for the drinks on the bar before turning away.

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Wang Yadong walked out of the tavern and followed the roads on both sides all the way to the coastal hillside.

He then turned around and looked around. Finding that no one was following him, he walked straight into a manor.

Pushing open the door, I saw seven or eight people with South American features standing inside.

“You’re late,” a man with his back to him, staring at a map on the wall, said.

Wang Yadong paused for a moment, then said, "I encountered some minor issues on the way and dealt with them."

The man suddenly turned around. "I warned you, put away that chivalrous spirit of yours, it will ruin you!"

Wang Yadong looked up. "Scorpion, what exactly do you want us to do here?"

Sunlight streamed in through the window, and the scorpion's face suddenly appeared.

(End of this chapter)