Special Forces Soldiers Who Can Write Poetry
49 Wolf King’s Poetry

Zeng Xiaoh

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Just as Wolf Child was puzzled, Taoist Master Jue Chen said again. "Unless you can find the person who taught you the Strengthened Dragon Art and let him continue to teach you the Strengthened Dragon Art.”

"Strengthened Dragon Art, what is Strengthened Dragon Art?”Wolf Child was confused when he heard Jue Chen's words.

Jue Chen couldn't help but ask when he saw Wolf Child's confused look. "Have you practiced some kind of chant since you were young?”

Wolf replied after thinking for a long time. "Yes, an old beggar gave it to me.”

Jue Chen couldn't help but feel happy when he heard the words 'old beggar'. "That's right, he taught you the Strengthened Dragon Art. It is a kind of divine kung fu that is specially cultivated by the emperor himself. It is also the most mysterious kung fu in the world today. As long as you can continue to receive his help, the remaining poison in your body can be removed.。。。。”

When Wolf Son heard this, he was first happy, then sad. He was happy that he had the most mysterious martial arts in the world. He was sad that he had only met this old beggar a few times. He did not even know his name. Where could he find him in the vast sea of people? Even if he found him, so what? Jianghu experts all had strange habits. Thinking of Wolf Son, he was a little disappointed. Although disappointed, he could not help but ask. "Otherwise what?"

"Every time it's noon and noon, when Yin and Yang replace each other, your body will feel like thousands of ants biting your heart.”

Hehe, the bite of ten thousand ants. Lang Zi couldn't help but sneer and disdain when he heard those words. They had never suffered the torture of the Wolf King in the captive camp. He really wanted to experience the feeling of being bitten by thousands of ants, so Lang Zi didn't take it to heart at all.

Just as the Wolf Child was secretly paying, the messenger from the Wolf Nest ran over and stood at the door of the Wolf King's bedroom to report. " Wolf King No.1's chief is calling."

"Got it." The Wolf King immediately replied and went to the command room. The number one chief must have something important to tell him. Otherwise, he wouldn't have called him so easily.

After Wolf King left, the three old men followed him out. Of course, they were indispensable for such a big thing. They were like the dog heads of the Wolf King. Although they couldn't fight everywhere like the special forces in the wolf nest, they would always do something behind the Wolf King to prove that they were still alive.

After everyone left, the Wolf King's bedroom was silent. It was his first time entering the Wolf King's bedroom. Perhaps he was the only person in the wolf lair who had entered the Wolf King's bedroom.

The Wolf King's bedroom was very simple. It was a single wooden bed. On the left was a slanted wooden cabinet that looked more like a small weapon rack. Rifles, pistols, daggers, grenades, and magazines were neatly placed inside. It looked like it was fully armed and ready to fight at any time. On the right was a wardrobe. Clothes and daily necessities were neatly placed in the wardrobe.

In front of the bed, there was a long word. The word was rectangular and occupied the entire wall. As long as one opened their eyes, they could see the words right in front of them. They could not escape and had to face them.

At this moment, Wolf Son's gaze was attracted by a long calligraphy painting hanging on the wall in front of the bed. Anyway, Wolf Son could not help but read it out of boredom.

To the Motherland

I'm getting married

I want to marry my dream

Be a real soldier forever

My bride is the steel gun in my hand

My marriage certificate is ammunition and dagger

I want to bring my bride and marriage certificate

Fighting for our country

I'm getting married

My wedding was simple

Those who are coming

Please don't bring any gifts

'Cause I'm not worshipping heaven and earth

Instead, it was his parents.

One of them is called Shanhe

One of them is called the motherland

The nagging priest

Please don't teach me to take my vows

If you must make me swear and promise before God

I will definitely disappoint you

Because my vows and promises will only be said to my parents:

"No matter how poor they are,

Rich or not,

I am also proud of them.

Whether they're healthy or not,

Or sickness,

I will always be loyal to them.”

"I will not be loyal to a dictator.

I will not be loyal to any party of the dictatorship.

Mother! I am only loyal to you, forever loyal to you.

As long as you need me, I'll be your person in life and your ghost in death.”

And my lifelong dream

Is to take your children and grandchildren

Clear all obstacles on your way

Let you move forward with magnanimity

And sing beside you

While singing your praises

I still want to sing some sadness that you can't hear

No matter where my dreams take me

I'll keep the heat of love

Love Him Forever

Loved him all his life

I want him to surround the mountains

I want to let him float in the sea

Like the roaring Yellow River

Just like the endless Yangtze River

because I know

Motherland, she needs

Then I stood up

Not to be worshipped

Instead, he sang for his parents:

"The motherland is prosperous,

The motherland was thriving.

The society was harmonious and stable.

The people are happy and healthy."

In my marriage

Although there's no sex

And there's no sexual intercourse

But I'll keep the honeymoon warm

Like the Great Wall of China in the room

I've been working through the night

To give you a lot of children

Then, he told them,"

Our ancestor was called the Dragon God,

Our surname is Yan Huang.

Then I named them one by one

They were called," Kindness, Justice, Loyalty, Hardworking, Happiness, Harmony..."

And let them sing with you every day:

"May your body be in peace,

I wish you a healthy growth,

I wish you a long life."

While singing

I beg your pardon:

"Forgive the children's innocence and childishness.

Forgive the children for their mischief.”

Because of their innocence and childishness

Because of their mischief and mischief

When you turn a blind eye

I've picked your eyelids

I'll open your scars

Pulling out your mane

Shaking your decayed teeth

He even spat at you in the ugly darkness.

"I beg your pardon,

Please forgive me. The children only wish for you to be more beautiful and stronger.”

At the same time, forgive me:

Forgive my young recklessness,

Forgive me for wandering around,

Forgive me for being insignificant

Forgive me for being timid

Forgive me for not being able to add bricks and tiles for you.”

Today I don't hesitate

Because I've been to many places

Someone has defiled your sacred robes.

I know we don't need poets in a society stinking of money

All we need is more merchants

against their conscience

Play all kinds of tricks

Let their mountains of wealth

To reflect the helpless face of the poor

Today I don't hesitate

It's because too many people have smeared your face

Of course I'm not afraid

Because you have a pure soul

But I'm afraid the rotten bacteria will crawl into your chest

So I'm gonna stand by your side

Let me be a gardener in your garden

Let me catch some pests for you

Let me be the hound at your door

Let me find the dog officer for you

Just let me be a spider on your windowsill

And weave a cobweb on your window

I won't let a fly fly into your room

I won't let the mosquitoes pass through my net

Although my existence is sometimes annoying

But my arrival only eats mosquitoes and flies

Only fighting tigers and wolves

Of course, when I'm free

I'm willing to wash your clothes

I'm willing to clean the hall for you

Of course, if you want

I'll go with you

To rob the house of a corrupt official

To check the accounts of the profiteers

To seal the snake and bug's hole

Go dig the rat's barn

To drive away the termites on the dam

To scare away the clown on the beam

When you're tired

I'd rather be a brick

You built it on top of the wall

Like the tall and straight poplars in the frontier

Like a reef on an isolated island

Even if the wind blows you down

I also want to kill a few cockroaches

When you're asleep

I prefer to be the wind outside your window

Quietly around your bed

Take away the interference that will enter the dream

Even if I fly to the sky

I will also become a drizzle

Take away the filth ruthlessly

Even if it's not so thorough

I'll turn into a blizzard

Bury them deeply

late at night

I'm willing to make a dress

Quietly covering your body

And then you woke up

I sang softly outside the window:

" The motherland is prosperous and strong.

Your homeland is thriving,

My homeland, you live forever,

The society was harmonious and stable.

The people are happy and healthy."

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