On the third day, the training ground downstairs finally quieted down.
No midnight emergency gatherings, nor the roar of Mecha or soldiers' slogans.
The news of Fatty single-handedly fighting twelve Special Soldiers quickly spread throughout the entire base. Feiyang soldiers discussed in shock, unable to imagine that this seemingly innocent, chubby Major General of Leray was so formidable. Those he brought down were not twelve children, but twelve elite Special Soldiers who could kill enemies bare-handed on the battlefield as easily as drinking water and eating!
Now, these elites of the Special Forces Camp are lying in the base hospital. Broken hands, broken legs, faces smashed beyond recognition... their severe injuries are frightening.
