The farm was at the back of the mountain of the Iron Fist Regiment. There were fruit gardens, vegetable fields, and pigs and sheep.
The goats were milk goats, which were specially fed to extract fresh milk for the soldiers of the 4th Company of Sharpshooters as nutrients. It couldn't be helped. The 4th Company of Sharpshooters was a cow, so their food was naturally different.
"Is anyone there?"
Fan Bentian knocked on the door of the farm's dormitory, but no one made a sound.
There was a stool on the left. He walked over and sat down.
"System Bro, I still have one more chance to draw, right?”Fan Bentian hadn't used the lucky draw reward he got from shooting with his eyes blindfolded.
"Yes, host. Do you want to draw now?”
"Yes!"
"Ding, the lottery draw begins." As the robotic voice of the system rang out, a five-colored wheel appeared in front of Fan Bentian, and the compass in the wheel began to spin.
"Stop." Fan Bentian hoped that he would get something good!
"Ding! Congratulations to the host for drawing the Great Strength Pill. After consuming it, the host will be as strong as an ox for ten minutes.”
"Good, very good." Fan Bentian laughed. With this thing, he could increase his strength in a short period of time. It would be useful when he met an expert.
The five-colored wheel disappeared. Fan Bentian looked into the distance and saw the guy who was assigned to the farm slowly walking over with a dispirited look.
Who didn't want to be a good soldier? Being assigned to a farm meant that they had been conscripts for two years and would receive a small sum of money to retire.
"Hello, Brother Tian!" Wang Dahao walked over and stood beside Fan Bentian. He smiled at Fan Bentian. Fan Bentian was much more capable than him. He was also assigned to the farm. He raised pigs while Fan Bentian raised sheep. They were in the same boat.
" Sigh, Brother Tian is a god." The man sighed and sat down beside Fan Bentian." It would be strange if he was happy to be assigned here.”
"Work hard. The opportunity to perform will come after a while. If you grasp it, it won't be a problem for you to leave this place.”Fan Bentian smiled mysteriously. He didn't say anything, but he wanted to see how lucky this guy was.
"Yes, I'll listen to Brother Tian." Wang Dahao nodded respectfully. Since Fan Bentian said so, it must make sense. He would just do as he was told.
"Tian 'ge, can you take me in as your little brother?”
"Tian 'ge, I want to teach you marksmanship and martial arts. Can you teach me? I'll help you herd sheep and wash your clothes.”
"Alright." Fan Bentian nodded.
The next morning, at the sheep farm!
" Understood. Thank you, Class President."
"You're welcome. You're a good soldier!”The class monitor chuckled and turned around." I'll go teach that kid how to raise pigs.”
Seeing that the class monitor had left, Fan Bentian carried the water and feed to feed the sheep.
The sheep here ate good food. They ate food like corn and fresh grass. The hundred milk sheep ate them all.
"Meh, meh, meh-"
The sheep neighed. Hearing this familiar voice, Fan Bentian was stunned. He remembered a scene from the past.
Time passed slowly like this!
On this day, Fan Bentian was sitting under a big tree by the roadside on the mountain, enjoying the shade. Not far away, a hundred sheep were grazing.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
A military vehicle drove over and stopped. Three soldiers got out of the vehicle with a large bucket. They walked to Fan Bentian and threw the bucket at his door." Shepherd, Sharpshooter Company Four needs three buckets of goat milk. Hurry up and squeeze it." Goat milk."
Glancing at the three unfamiliar soldiers, Fan Bentian rolled his eyes. He could herd sheep, but he could squeeze. Goat milk? Even if the leader of the Iron Fist Regiment gave the order here, he would still not do it.
It was fine to order the enemy to be killed, but it was also fine to do other things. Let a proud man like him squeeze in. Goat milk, no one could do it.
"What's wrong? Hurry up and go." The three soldiers 'faces darkened. When did the new recruits become so disobedient? Moreover, this soldier was raised on a farm.
The three of them were soldiers from the Sharpshooter Fourth Company's nutrition department, and each of them had their own pride.
"My job is to herd sheep, not squeeze. Goat milk." Fan Bentian snorted and turned his head away. He couldn't be bothered to look at these three guys.
"Hey, you don't have the ability, but you still dare to act tough?"
Fan Bentian tilted his head and looked at the guy. A smile appeared on his face." From what you've said, you're very capable. Why don't we have a spar with our spear techniques?"”
"Can you do it?" This guy smiled coldly. Although his marksmanship wasn't the best in the Fourth Company, in his opinion, taking care of a sheep herder wasn't a problem.
"Whether it works or not is my business. If I lose, I'll apologize to you. In the future, I'll listen to you. If you lose, you can milk the goat yourself.”Fan Bentian smiled. He knew that his marksmanship had not spread in the Iron Fist Regiment. Gong Jian had ordered that no one should spread the news of his defeat to the instructor. After all, the instructor cared about his reputation.
This was good. Otherwise, no one would dare to compete with Fan Bentian in spear arts. How could these guys be fooled?
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