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Chapter 470
Zhong Ming glanced at him. A messenger's badge? That's roughly equivalent to a vice-captain level, isn't it?
The military would rather have Foundation Establishment cultivators with excellent combat power, or those with outstanding command abilities, cultivate every day and stay firmly in their captain positions. How could they possibly let them take on the task of delivering messages?
If we absolutely have to bring them down, then we should call them... a special inspection team.
Although the person in front of me is at the Foundation Establishment stage, he doesn't seem to be part of the inspection team.
Zhong Ming decided to test the waters, so he feigned surprise and weakly said, "Please tell me, please tell me, hehehe."
"Don't talk nonsense! Do you understand the rules? The rules are: in the military, you must salute your superiors, or you'll be punished with three strokes of the cane!"
Zhong Ming had never heard of this punishment before. He saw the man pull a short stick out of his storage bag and hit him on the head.
Zhong Ming was absolutely certain of one thing.
This thing was there to cause trouble, but looking like a ghost, it failed to do so.
He smiled slightly, pretending to be just like a Qi Refining stage cultivator, striking a pose as if he couldn't dodge in time, "Hey, hey, hey, the military rod... come and get it yourself."
The moment the short stick struck him, his upward-blocking hand suddenly twisted, grabbing the wrist holding the stick and squeezing it hard.
The physical enhancement from dragon meat tempering is negligible in the Foundation Establishment stage. Even civilian soldiers train their bodies, prepare defensive treasures and talismans to amplify their physical bodies. After taking a lot of beatings, finding the right opportunity to run away becomes an essential skill.
With one hand grabbing him, the two were basically locked in a stalemate. While the other was stunned, he forcefully pulled him towards himself, while in his other hand he tightly gripped a jade identity token and used it as a brick to smash it hard into the other's face.
Caught off guard, he only had time to activate his personal protective shield, but the shield activated a fraction of a second too late. The blow landed on his cheek, leaving a red, swollen mark on his face, while his teeth survived thanks to the shield.
The jade pendant was casually tossed aside, replaced by a mother-and-child sword taken from a storage bag.
He was so frightened that he trembled all over and desperately raised his hand to try to block, but Zhong Ming's elbow, which was holding a sword, struck his shoulder hard, causing him to fall backward.
He slashed at the arm that was being grabbed.
Zhong Ming didn't really want to cut off his arm. He loosened his grip on the other man's wrist slightly, and the man immediately dropped the short stick and pulled his arm back.
Now, the short stick is in Yi Feng's hands.
"Bang Bang Bang!"
The three blows were delivered quickly and forcefully, landing on his shoulder, arm, and forehead respectively, making him see stars.
"You bastard, look who I am!"
The messenger was utterly enraged. "Whoever you are, I'm going to fight you today!"
He kicked Zhong Ming away, then took out his sword, formed a hand seal, and chanted incantations. A powerful spell condensed in his hand, locking onto...
Hey, where are the people?
"They're hitting us! Is nobody going to do anything about this? These outsiders are bullying us!"
After he kicked him, Zhong Ming shamelessly spun 180 degrees on the spot, and then was suddenly "kicked away," kicking his head against the command tent.
The screams were so pitiful.
Even a deaf person could sense that someone was pounding on the ground and crying out for justice... no, pounding on the tent gate and crying out for justice.
When the battalion commander's wife and battalion commander came out, Zhong Ming was stunned for a moment.
Will it... affect what they're doing? Never mind, I'm going to make you pay today.
"Battalion Commander! He kicked someone! Look, the shoe print is still there!" Zhong Ming straightened his chest, revealing a large shoe print on his chest, a solid kick.
"Commander, thank goodness I've practiced body tempering, otherwise he would have kicked me to death! A Foundation Establishment cultivator attacking a Qi Refining junior for no reason, Commander, you have to stand up for me!"
The messenger's mind cleared instantly, and he shouted, "Nonsense! You were the one who attacked me first! I have marks on my body!"
He absolutely cannot take the blame for the initial attack; he can't afford to carry that burden.
"Look, look, on my arms, on my shoulders..."
"What hit it?"
"This one..."
"This is your weapon, and you're saying I fired it? Do you think my battalion commander is stupid?!" Zhong Ming roared so confidently that he almost spat in his face.
"This, this, you even have the nerve to slap me in the face!"
Yi Feng's eyes widened, and he turned to the battalion commander, crying out, "Battalion commander, look! He even stole my identity jade token! His face is proof! I can use a sword and a gun, but have you ever seen anyone use an identity jade token to hit someone?"
The messenger nearly vomited blood upon hearing this. "You shameless brat!"
The battalion commander's wife snorted coldly, pointed at Zhong Ming, and said, "Messenger, how dare you assault your superior? Today, I will carry out military law on behalf of your superior!"
Messenger: "You've conspired to murder me! How can there be a captain at the Qi Refining stage? You violated military law first!"
"Nonsense!" the battalion commander said righteously. "This is an elite soldier promoted on the front lines. He's the only hero left in the entire unit. The military's medal is about to be awarded. You dare to attack our battalion's hero. If it weren't for the fact that you were delivering a message, I would have broken your legs."
The messenger breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this; it seemed they weren't going to take action.
Battalion Commander: "Bring me my baton. He still has a whole bone in his hand today. I'm retiring on the spot."
messenger:???
The scene that followed was somewhat gruesome. Zhong Ming lay silently on the ground, covering his eyes and peeking through his fingers.
The battalion commander's wife's embroidered shoes appeared in front of him, swayed for a moment, and then "gently" placed them on his waist.
"Get up. You still have no shame and don't want to suffer any loss."
"Hehehe, you see, the squeaky wheel gets the grease." Yi Feng stood up and dusted himself off.
"How did you hit him three times with the stick?"
"A sneak attack, a sneak attack, you know? I've practiced some body-building, you know. If he gets within two steps of me and I can't gain the upper hand, wouldn't you have lent me the medical room for a medicinal bath for nothing?"
"Hmm." There was no reproach in her eyes. In any other department, Zhong Ming might be punished for provoking trouble. But here, in the military camp, which battalion commander would really punish a soldier who dared to fight? Especially if he won, especially if he was given a reason to beat up a bastard he didn't like.
"Go back. Remember, don't go out these next few days. Just say you're recovering from your injury. In a couple of days, say you're healed. Nobody will have any proof." The words were spoken gently, but Zhong Ming sensed a hint of coldness in them.
Madam wouldn't be thinking of... turning this into a real act, taking the opportunity to heal some of her injuries, would she?
"Madam! Madam, how could I forget you? I brought you some local specialties this time, please be sure to accept them." Yi Feng took out a beautifully packaged small box from his storage bag, which looked like a high-end product.
"Ok?"
This surprised the lady. Was this boy the type to suffer losses and give away money?