Soldiers' Assault: Veteran Special Agents and New Recruits

This is a very small village.

A shout from the west side of the village can be heard from the east side; when one family has a happy occasion, the whole village has to come; a smoke from one family can take you around the village twice; and the death of a chicken can be the talk of the whole village for half a day.

This is another very remote village.

It was a full 29 li (approximately 14.5 kilometers) from the town, and the roads were all muddy mountain paths. Even pulling a two-wheeled wooden cart on those roads was a struggle in that kind of impoverished and remote place.

where is this?

This is Xia Rongshu Village, located in Taiping Town, Luoyang, Henan Province, with a total population of only about a hundred people.

Today was a lively day. Almost everyone in the village crowded into one house, filling the courtyard surrounded by mud bricks to the brim.

The area outside the main room in the middle was the most lively, with everyone practically trying to stick their heads in.

"Everyone, make way, make way! The village chief is here, please make way for him."

Someone in the crowd shouted, and the people who were huddled together immediately separated, except for one man who remained pressed against the window without moving.

An old man who looked to be in his fifties or sixties wanted to make a good impression on the village chief.

She walked over, grabbed the man's clothes, and scolded him, "Young man, you're so young and your hearing isn't working properly? That's not good."

The man turned around and saw that it was this sycophantic old man. He immediately snapped at him with a displeased look, "It was me who gave birth to the son, didn't you know that? Why can't we stand here?"

Finally, he added a special note: "Don't forget your social class, or you might be paraded through the streets."

"Yes, yes, I was wrong..."

Upon seeing that it was Xu Baishun, the most troublesome man in the village, the old man was truly frightened and repeatedly begged for mercy.

But then it froze.

Suddenly realizing that times have changed and the old ways no longer work, his attitude changed instantly, and he said confidently, "Xu Baishun, what are you babbling about? What did I do? You think I can just be paraded through the streets like that?"

"You're having a son? That's incredible! And it's not even certain he'll be a son."

"Okay, stop arguing."

The village head, heavily pregnant, walked over, leading one child by the hand and carrying another on her back. She scolded, "You two are both getting on in years. Is it proper for you to be making such a racket here? If you delay the delivery inside, can you take responsibility?"

"Stop showing off. Last year when your wife gave birth, you were as anxious as a monkey," Xu Baishun said, glaring at her.

Xu Baishun and the village chief seem to have a grudge from a past life; every time they meet, they inevitably have a verbal battle, and this time was no exception.

The surrounding villagers were used to it, and they were all smiles, almost ready to bring a stool to watch the excitement.

"It's a happy occasion for your family today, I won't argue with you."

The village chief, unusually, didn't argue with Xu Baishun. Instead, he said with a smile, "Baishun, let's discuss this. If you can give birth to a daughter, I can reluctantly arrange a marriage between our children."

"How's my Jackie Chan? He's only two years old, but he can already run all over the place. He's incredibly healthy; look at him, he's already as big as a four or five-year-old!"

The boy the village chief was holding was indeed much taller than the average child.

The village chief is 1.7 meters tall. Jackie Chan would reach his waist if he stood next to him. With a height of over one meter, anyone who didn't know him would definitely think he was seven or eight years old.

In reality, Jackie Chan is only two years and one month old.

When the villagers heard about the village head's arranged marriage, they naturally wanted to flatter him, and one after another they rushed to say nice things.

"Xu Baishun, this is a blessing for your family. The village chief's eldest son is destined for great things."

"My goodness, what a wonderful thing! If my daughter could be with him, I'd be laughing in my sleep. Jackie Chan is such a handsome guy."

"The village chief's eldest son is indeed frighteningly tall; when he grows up, he'll probably break through the roof."

……

The villagers watching were all praising how outstanding the village chief's eldest son, Jackie Chan, was, and the village chief was so happy that his eyebrows were practically floating up.

Xu Baishun glanced at his eldest son, who was sitting under the eaves with snot dripping down his mouth and not wiping it, and his second son, who was sitting on the ground playing with his little brother with a stick.

Then he looked at Cheng Guoqiang holding Cheng Long's hand. Cheng Long was dressed neatly and stood there marking himself. He looked smart and sensible.

Seeing the vast difference between the two sons, Xu Baishun was instantly furious.

He snapped irritably, "Look at how smug you are! Who said we'd have a daughter? My family will definitely have a son, a third son, to bring honor to the Xu family."

"No, Bai Shun. I don't like my eldest son, Jackie Chan, but I have a second son, Cheng Cai. You can choose whichever you prefer."

The village chief handed over his son, whom he was holding, and said boastfully, "Look at my second son, so fair and tender, just like soft tofu. He'll definitely amount to something in the future. Your daughter won't regret marrying him."

"Get lost! Even if my daughter can't get married, she won't marry into your family."

Xu Baishun's words were indeed a bit harsh. The village chief's face darkened immediately, and he said irritably, "You're giving me too much face, Xu Baishun. Your eldest son is a simpleton, your second son is a wanderer, and your third son is definitely a idiot. You're not going to take my word for it now."

"You think I care...?"

……

"They're arguing again. My head hurts. But Cheng Guoqiang is right. The third son of the Xu family is indeed a fool."

Seeing the two men, both nearly 30, bickering like children, Jackie Chan, who was only two years old, sighed helplessly.

This kind of scene has only been around for the last two years.

It happened at least 30 times in front of him.

If it were just a real two-year-old child, they would probably just stare with their big, bright eyes, curiously watching the two grown men spitting.

However, Jackie Chan is a soul in his thirties, "imprisoned" in the body of a two-year-old.

Cheng Luolong spent his entire life in the military, witnessing all sorts of major events both domestically and internationally, but he never imagined that one day he would time travel.

However, during an international military exercise, he was blown away by an accident and his body was blown through the air.

I opened my eyes again.

He has become a newborn baby and has a new name, Jackie Chan.

Meaning: Hoping one's son will become a dragon (a symbol of success).

At first, Jackie Chan found it hard to accept this outcome. He had become someone else's son, especially since this new father was about the same age as him.

Calling someone your own age "father" would be hard for anyone to accept for a while.

Even if the body is just that of a baby!

Fortunately, his adoptive father is quite handsome, looking exactly like Cheng Cai's village chief father in Jackie Chan's favorite military drama, "Soldiers Sortie".

This is Jackie Chan's favorite TV series, so having more anticipation made it less painful.

To confirm whether he had actually traveled into the world of a TV series like in the novel, Jackie Chan worked hard every day to grow up as quickly as possible.

The effect is remarkable.

It's even so good that it's almost like they've been given a cheat code.

They can speak normally at 3 months, run around on the ground at 4 months, eat 1 pound of staple food at 1 year old, and grow to over 1 meter tall at 2 years old.

Not the skinny kind, but the strong and sturdy kind.

You can even vaguely see the ridges of the muscles.

It's as if they were born with an extra Y chromosome, yet without any genetic defects, resulting in a perfectly optimized "superhuman syndrome".

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PS: The protagonist template is not something I wrote out of thin air, but rather comes from an extremely rare case that the author encountered during his years in the military, which I have slightly enhanced.

The author is not sure whether this person has superhuman syndrome.

But his physical abilities are truly abnormal.

That guy is 1.88 meters tall and weighs 210 kilograms. He said he has never worked out or taken any protein powder. He was born with a body full of muscles.

Even eating vegetables makes me gain weight rapidly!

Just to name one of my most impressive achievements:

The 100mm mortar weighs 75 kilograms and usually requires three people to carry it. He can carry the base plate and gun carriage, along with the calf-thick barrel, and run 10 kilometers of cross-country running by himself.

What does this mean?

That's inhuman.

During the military skills competition of the whole army that year, he won first place in cross-country carrying with heavy load with crushing performance and was awarded a second-class merit.

That's incredible.

Back then, we all called him "King Kong," and you couldn't argue with that.

Unfortunately, he eventually retired from the military.

The reason is cruel but inevitable: the military reform requires increasingly higher levels of education, while he came from a poor rural family and had not even graduated from primary school.

That's why the author created the protagonist, who has a perfect cultural template.