He swept his eyes across the audience of dandies, his voice carrying the sound of metal and stone tempered by the northeastern snow:
"Brothers, look at this sandbag! Five pounds of leggings and ten pounds of waist wraps. When Lao Huang and I were in the forest in the northeast at minus 30 degrees Celsius, we even wore this armor when we slept.
Our master said..."
He suddenly raised his voice, shocking the few dandies hiding behind him. "If those in military uniform don't temper their bones into steel, the blood of their fathers will be shed in vain on the battlefield!"
Someone in the crowd sneered and wanted to join in the conversation, but was forced back by Zhao Mengsheng's sharp eyes.
He suddenly ripped open his shirt, revealing two hideous scars on his chest: “Last month, when I was hunting a lone wolf, the beast’s claws were only half an inch away from my heart.
Do you know what I was thinking? If I, Zhao Mengsheng, were to die in the mouth of a beast, others would be able to laugh at my mother openly... Look, it turns out that women teach children to be useless!"
Huang Xiaoli also interjected at the right time: "Death is not scary! What is scary is dying without value, meaning, and no one remembers it.
All of our fathers crawled out of a pile of dead bodies.
How many corpses did we have to step on to plant the red flag all over the country? Some people are doing this now..."
He pointed at a few pale-faced dandies and said, "You use your father's military medals as amulets and act like a devil in the city! What kind of heroes are you?"
At this moment, Zhao Mengsheng suddenly pulled out an aluminum wine flask from his trouser pocket, unscrewed the lid and poured wine into the air. The strong aroma of sorghum wine immediately filled the shooting range:
"Let me give you a whiff of this wine! Last month in the Northeast, before we came back, we visited the veterans of the Northeast Anti-Japanese United Army. They gave us a drink of the strong Guandong liquor that had been buried for 20 years.
They said that when they fought the Japanese, the celebratory wine was filled with shrapnel!"
As he spoke, Zhao Mengsheng's eyes turned red, and he smashed the wine jug hard on the concrete floor with a loud noise. "What kind of wine are those Buddhist thugs on the street offering you now? It's all horse urine mixed with aphrodisiac!"
After these words were spoken, several playboys present lowered their heads out of guilt.
But Zhao Mengsheng's voice suddenly turned stern: "Last month in Xidan Hutong, two guys in officer's clothes used air guns to break the glass of a state-owned store! When the security department arrested them, what did they say? My father is the commander of a certain army!"
He suddenly laughed, and his laughter seemed to be soaked with ice: "When the guillotine of the inspection team is placed on your neck one day, will you cry and call for your father, or will you stand up straight like a man?"
Huang Xiaoli also took off his belt and slapped it on the cement table beside him. The five-pointed star on the cowhide buckle flashed with a cold light: "From now on, if I, Huang, hear anyone committing crimes in the name of our fathers in this city..."
He slowly closed his five fingers together, gripping his belt until it creaked. "No need to wait for the Commission for Discipline Inspection to come, I'll clean up the mess for you old gentlemen first!"
Zhao Mengsheng suddenly strode to the weapons rack on the sidelines, picked up a Type 56 semi-automatic rifle and swung it in the air.
Amid the sound of metal colliding, he spoke loudly: "The country our fathers built with this gun cannot be destroyed by a prodigal son! Starting next month, Lao Huang and I will hold a special training class at the Mentougou shooting range..."
The butt of the gun slammed heavily on the ground, startling a flock of sparrows. "If you are a real man, come and learn some real skills from me. If you are a coward, just continue to stay in the Eight Great Hutongs like a borer!"
The wind blew the smoke across Mentougou, and the 700-acre shooting range was completely silent.
Several dandies who had been named lowered their heads, the tips of their leather shoes unconsciously crushing the bullet casings on the ground.
Suddenly, I heard someone take off his beret and slap himself hard in the face.
This crisp sound was like a thunderclap, splitting the chaotic sky of the capital's playboy circle.
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