Chapter 1, Man, Battle

Zhan Xiangge gritted his teeth and stepped out of the house once again. Just before the heavy door closed, he heard his mother's panicked call: "Zhan Xinghua, are you crazy? Do you know what the temperature is today? Minus twenty-five degrees! Are you trying to train your son or are you trying to kill him?"

The warrior bard retreated, shivering, back into the warm room. He looked at Zhan Xinghua, whose face bore no expression, and cautiously said: "Dad, it is snowing outside"

Little Radish Head turned and ran away. Before the seven or eight "police officers" could begin their pursuit, they suddenly saw the "bandit" Warrior Song, who should have been fleeing in panic, lower his head and charge fiercely at their tallest and strongest companion, who had been elected as the "police chief".

I know you are cold, I know it is very dark outside, you are a bit scared, but you absolutely cannot turn back! You must run with all your might, until you are warm all over, you must shout with all your strength, and in the end, you will realize that none of this is actually frightening!

The battle had only progressed for half a minute when the children quickly realized that no matter how they attacked, Zhan Xiage remained completely indifferent. These "people's police" did not strike the faces of the villains, but the "bandits" did not adhere to such principles. Zhan Xiage also did not care whether it was on the face, body, or nose; he struck wherever he could, and his punches landed with a resounding thud.

Aww ... ...

Zhan Xia Ge was born on May 5, 1978. Regarding his childhood, his most vivid memory is of the ginseng royal jelly he had to drink every day starting from the age of four. The taste of that substance was truly delightful, with the sweetness of the royal jelly accompanied by a slight bitterness reminiscent of traditional Chinese medicine. The supplements of that era were far superior to those of today, with no adulteration whatsoever, and there were certainly no issues of exaggerated efficacy. If it was said to be ginseng, it was indeed top-quality ginseng; if it was royal jelly, it would never be diluted with sugar water to deceive and pass inspection.

A box of ginseng royal jelly contains twelve sticks, costing ten yuan. Consuming one stick daily amounts to a sum that could cover more than half a month's salary for an average wage earner, making such an excessively luxurious nutritional product unaffordable for most people. Zhan Xiage believes that the reason he possesses a stronger physique than his peers is largely due to the daily consumption of ginseng royal jelly. In the early 1980s, remnants of the planned economy from the 1970s were still visible; ginseng royal jelly was not something that could simply be purchased with money. Even for basic necessities like food, urban residents had to buy their rations from grain stations according to their household registration, which were further divided into fine and coarse grains. Even among fine grains, white flour was categorized into 75 flour and 85 flour.

The response from the warrior song at that time was truly naively endearing: "Because bandits can also fight against the liberating army uncles!"

Even if my father showed mercy when he beat up the Battle Hero, getting hit by that kind of thing every few days must count as having practiced the basics of the Iron Cloth technique since childhood, right

Aunt was amused by the words of the warrior song, and she said: "When our class's little friends play the game of police catching thieves, you can be the thief."

Tears, sweat, and mucus covered the entire face of Zhan Xiage. He picked up a handful of snow from the roadside and harshly wiped it across his face. The icy sensation was accompanied by a slight, warm sting. Zhan Xiage opened his palm, revealing a vivid red mixed in the expanse of white. At the center of this red was a nail, the origin of which was unknown, discarded by the roadside.

Seeing the warrior's song is like a Spanish bull, glaring with blood-red eyes, charging fiercely at the "enemy" in the wildest manner, even the aunt watching from the side couldn't help but feel a shiver in her heart

He ran alone in the snow, as the snowflakes danced and fluttered in the air. Although the streetlights were still emitting their glow, in a world where the north wind howled and snow fell endlessly, their light appeared so feeble, only illuminating a narrow area. ... In the only lit window, Zhan Xiage could faintly see ... ! ... his mother's face! In the only lit window, Zhan Xiage could faintly see ... ! ... his mother's face!

In the game of police catching thieves, seven or eight children act as police officers while one or two children play the role of thieves. The larger group bullies the smaller one, and the ultimate outcome is, of course, that justice triumphs over evil, with the police apprehending the thieves

In the darkness, from a certain snow-covered corner of the military district, a sudden, youthful yet ferocious howl filled the air with a wild and violent aura

Auntie called out with a smile: "The battle begins!"

At that time, he was only five and a half years old. When he pushed open the door, the world between heaven and earth was still a bleak expanse of black and white. The howling north wind, mixed with snowflakes as large as goose feathers, came crashing down fiercely, instantly robbing him of a significant portion of his body heat. Anyone facing such a situation would inevitably shiver as if electrocuted. The sound of his teeth chattering resembled the noise of a handful of corn kernels spilling onto a marble floor, hard and cold.

The boy struck by the warrior song only had time to let out a scream before being knocked to the ground and rolling several times.

Bang!

The north wind cuts like a knife and the flying snow is as swift as an arrow. Tears of grievance continuously flow from the eyes of the warrior, large droplets sliding down his cheeks and eventually falling onto his thin outer garment, quickly freezing into a hard layer. He must place his hands under his armpits to alleviate the pain in his fingers. What fills him with an indescribable fear is the sight before him: the entire military compound is engulfed in darkness and silence, with not a single passerby on the road. Apart from his own home, not a single house has its lights on.

The warrior shouted without turning back: "Ouyang Zhuo, hurry up and give me the *map* so I can run quickly. You have truly brought shame to us bandits, robbers, and thieves... Come on, fight, battle!"

I, Zhan Xinghua, have been a soldier my entire life, and my son will undoubtedly become the most outstanding soldier in the world in the future! Zhan Xinghua said sternly: "He is my son, Zhan Xinghua, and from the moment he was born, he has had a mission to bear! There are those abroad who arrogantly assert that our Chinese government will be overthrown in the hands of the fourth generation. Why? Is it not because we fathers have relaxed our education of the next generation, allowing our children to become nothing more than playboys who only know how to indulge in food, drink, and entertainment? There are those abroad who arrogantly assert that our Chinese government will be overthrown in the hands of the fourth generation. Why? Is it not because we fathers have relaxed our education of the next generation, allowing our children to become nothing more than playboys who only know how to indulge in food, drink, and entertainment?"

Oh!

Why must men go to battle

It is really cold

Several aunts exchanged glances, and after a long time, one of them quietly said: "This certainly is not something we learned from our nursery!"

Generally, it is the relatively small and weak children who are easily bullied that become robbers. The character Xiangge stands together with his companion, who resembles a long radish, while seven or eight tall and strong children stand less than thirty meters away from them.

Four or five fists simultaneously struck Zhan Xiage, but after all, they were just a few years old children. When they fought, there was no method to their actions; they did not know to aim for the target's head with a fierce blow, nor did they know to reach for any weapon. These children, being in the same class, were considered robust and strong, and their fists were relatively large. However, how could their fists possibly compare to the thick and heavy rolling pin made of jujube wood from Zhan Xiage's home?

Why does a man have to run alone around the entire military compound at six o'clock in the morning?

The final outcome is that the robbers, both in will and strength, completely defeated the righteous people's police. The aunt gathered several boys together, and these "policemen" were almost all injured. Before the aunt could say anything, the warrior singer pointed at the "police chief" and disdainfully shouted: "What the hell are you pretending to be? Let me tell you, when a man faces an enemy, the only choice is to fight! A soldier is as fierce as a bear, and a general is as fierce as a den of bears. With your pathetic appearance, do you even deserve to be an official?"

From that day on, the warrior began to dislike soldiers

Everyone was astonished by the response of the warrior singer, as it is well known that in comic books, bandits are depicted as the most unattractive and despicable characters, who are ultimately destined to be eliminated by the People's Liberation Army uncles

He stole a glance at the pitch-black kitchen, where there was a rolling pin made of jujube wood, about the thickness of an egg. Whether in the army or at home, his father's words were commands; once issued, they had to be executed. Otherwise, that thick and heavy rolling pin would fall mercilessly upon him, and in the end, he would still have to obediently carry out the orders

As a man, when facing your enemy, the only way is to confront him! At least this way, you can raise your hands to fight him. If you choose to turn and run, facing your enemy with your back, then you will have no chance to fight at all

Several caregivers from the nursery helped the boy who had been knocked down by the reckless Zhanxiage. He had already begun to cry convulsively, staring at Zhanxiage, who was wildly chasing and hitting everything like a runaway wild horse. One caregiver whispered, "Is this child too wild?"

By the age of five, after finishing that sweet royal jelly every day, the warrior song should put on his beloved white sneakers and go out to practice long-distance running with sandbags tied to his legs

Encouraged by the Battle Hero Song, Radish Head also turned back to join the fray. Looking at the Battle Hero Song, who was fighting while displaying a strange smile, suddenly someone shouted, "Run!" Seven or eight police officers scattered like birds and beasts. Two fierce bandits relentlessly pursued from behind, causing the "People's Police" to flee in all directions throughout the nursery's courtyard.

Zhan Xinghua pointed outside and shouted sternly: "The wind is your enemy, the snow is your enemy, and weakness is even more your enemy! Go out, complete your training, and bring back victory in this battle!"

Go to the store to buy some side dishes; in addition to having money in your pocket, you also need food coupons. The thing that the young warrior singer loved most to do as a child was to exchange the steamed buns from his own home for cornmeal cakes with the children from the neighbor's house

I will never forget this lifetime of being a chivalrous hero, on a certain morning in that winter.

The song of the warrior is truly incomprehensible

When the nursery teacher cheerfully asked everyone about their dreams, some said they wanted to be scientists, some said they wanted to be engineers, and others said they wanted to be honorable soldiers of the People's Liberation Army when they grew up. When it was Zhanxiage's turn, he replied: "When I grow up, I want to be a bandit!"

Aunt asked: "Why do you want to become a bandit when you grow up, like your father? Wouldn't it be better to be a glorious soldier?"

Little Radish Ouyang Zhuo has not yet had the chance to rush into the battlefield, and all the People's Liberation Army and People's Police scatter like birds and beasts. Two fierce bandits continue to pursue relentlessly from behind, causing chaos in the entire nursery playground with people and animals in disarray.

From then on, Zhan Xiage enjoyed playing the role of a bandit, robber, or thief in games. Behind him always followed a little turnip head, who struggled to keep up with Zhan Xiage, panting and calling out: "Zhan Xiage, wait for me, we are in this together!"

Zhan Xia Ge raised his fist and struck another boy squarely on the nose, blood immediately splattering from his face. After running a few steps, Luo Bo Tou, realizing something was amiss, turned around and stared blankly at the scene. Zhan Xia Ge shouted angrily, "Why are you running? Come and fight!"