My Ares Son-in-Law

On the other side of the battlefield simulation area, the smoke had not yet completely dissipated, and the pungent smell left by the war was still intertwined in the air.

Xiao Chen walked out of the trench with steady and agile steps. His posture was like a tall pine tree. In this tense and fierce simulated battlefield, he exuded an aura of firmness and confidence.

His right hand held an M4 assault rifle firmly. The gun was like a part of his body. He had been in perfect harmony with it after countless times of running-in. His left hand held a pistol tightly. The gun body had a cold metallic luster, as if telling of the passion for the upcoming battle.

It turned out that at the critical moment just now, he actually fired a gun at the same time, showing amazing reaction speed and superb shooting skills.

He skillfully controlled the recoil of the gun and the rhythm of shooting, and accurately detonated the grenade in an instant, turning the dangerous device that could have posed a huge threat into pieces in mid-air.

At the same time, his sight penetrated the smoke and keenly caught Zhang Yu's figure, and decisively turned the muzzle towards him. Every bullet fired carried his determination and wisdom, drawing sharp arcs in the air.

Almost at the exact moment when Zhang Yu raised his head to aim, Xiao Chen's eyes were as sharp as an eagle, observing every subtle movement of his opponent.

He predicted Zhang Yu's movements in advance, like an experienced hunter, waiting for the perfect moment to launch a fatal attack.

His finger rested lightly on the trigger, his movements were steady and decisive, as if time had stopped for him at this moment. His heart was beating strongly in his chest, and every beat conveyed his concentration and confidence.

He even used his combat helmet as bait to cleverly lure the enemy in. He shook the helmet slightly to create the illusion that he was about to be exposed.

Zhang Yu was indeed tricked, and his attention was drawn to this seemingly flawed move, so his last shot missed the target. The bullet that missed the target whizzed by with a hint of helplessness and regret, hitting the sand nearby, splashing a piece of fine gravel.

When the final whistle sounded sharply, the original noise on the battlefield suddenly stopped. Zhang Yu's strength seemed to be drained away at this moment, and he sat down dejectedly on the bullet-riddled steel frame.

The steel frame was covered with countless bullet holes and scratches, as if it was a silent witness of the fierce battle. His face was full of fatigue and disappointment, and sweat soaked his hair and slowly slid down his cheeks.

His goggles reflected Xiao Chen's figure walking towards Jiang Yixiu. That back, always straight as a gun, stood like an insurmountable mountain in his heart.

The back figure reminded him of the real war machines he had seen when he was in the Snow Leopard Commando, those soldiers with extraordinary combat capabilities and iron will.

That was what he had once longed for, and the glory he had longed to touch for countless days and nights. However, at this moment, he clearly realized that it was an existence that he could never reach.

At the same time, the champagne glass in Zhao Chunhua's hand suddenly exploded, and the crisp shattering sound was particularly abrupt in the silent battlefield. The splashing bubbles were like their shattered pride, falling to the ground one after another.

At that moment, all the efforts and sacrifices seemed to have vanished, like a gorgeous firework that disappeared without a trace in the moment of blooming. Only endless bitterness and helplessness remained, like a surging tide, completely drowning him. "We won, we actually won!" Amid the curses and screams of disappointment, Jiang Yixiu jumped with excitement, her eyes flashing brightly, her face filled with uncontrollable joy. This victory came so suddenly that even she herself did not expect it.

She looked at Xiao Chen, the brave and fearless figure on the battlefield, who became even taller and more handsome in her eyes. Xiao Chen was not only handsome, but also so powerful. Every move he made was full of power and beauty. He was like a mythical existence, turning the tide in this difficult battle.

Suddenly, she thought of something and looked at Zhao Chunhua inadvertently. She stuck out her tongue mischievously, raised the corners of her mouth, revealed a sly smile, and said softly: "Hehe, Zhao Chunhua, I'm sorry, you lost."

The voice was clear and cheerful, like a sharp knife, piercing straight into Zhao Chunhua's heart.

Zhao Chunhua's face was filled with anger, his teeth were clenched tightly, even his cheeks were slightly bulging due to excessive force, his eyes were wide open like stars burning with anger, he stared at Jiang Yixiu opposite him, as if his gaze could turn into a sharp sword and pierce the other person.

There was obvious anger in every breath he took, and his nostrils flared as if he was accumulating even stronger resentment.

In sharp contrast to Zhao Chunhua's rage, Jiang Yixiu was like a white lotus blooming in the frost, quiet and peaceful.

The corners of her mouth slightly raised, outlining a faint smile, like the warm sunshine in spring, soft and warm, not caring at all about Zhao Chunhua's almost swallowing eyes. Her eyes were bright and firm, with a gleam of expectation in her eyes, and she stood quietly, as if waiting for a carefully prepared feast.

Zhao Chunhua naturally knew what Jiang Yixiu was waiting for.

She lowered her head slightly, her long eyelashes casting a faint shadow on her cheeks, and sighed softly, and that sigh seemed to be mixed with endless reluctance and helplessness. She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down, and then said loudly: "Don't worry, I, Zhao Chunhua, will do what I say, Jiang Yixiu!"

If she lost, she would lose completely. This carefully planned competition ended in her defeat. And the bet was like a heavy shackle that bound her tightly.

Although Zhao Chunhua is a bit arrogant and willful in her daily life and likes to show off her style in various occasions, she always sticks to her own principle in her heart - reputation. To her, reputation is like the honor of the family, which cannot be violated in the slightest.

"What did you call me?" Jiang Yixue smiled, her voice as clear and pleasant as a silver bell, echoing in this slightly dull training field. There was a hint of playfulness in her smile, as if she was deliberately teasing Zhao Chunhua.

Zhao Chunhua's eyes flashed with a trace of struggle when she heard this, but she finally succumbed to the constraints of the bet. She bit her lips so hard that they turned pale, and squeezed out three words from between her teeth: "Sister Xue!" Each word seemed to carry a thousand pounds of weight, and she uttered it with difficulty.

"Hey, that's right." Jiang Yixue's smile became more and more brilliant, like a flower in full bloom. She waved her hand and said in a light tone, "But you don't have to be my follower. I'm not as bored as you. Just give the 500-year-old elixir you lost in the bet to Xiao Chen." When she mentioned Xiao Chen, a touch of imperceptible tenderness flashed in her eyes. (End of this chapter)