Inside the tents of the Gale Wind Battalion, a rare moment of leisure had arrived. The soldiers sat gathered together, chatting away, and before long, with no one quite sure who started it, the conversation naturally drifted into a bragging contest.
Zhang Dage puffed out his chest and said with a smug look, "You know what? Back home, I could lift a giant water vat with just one hand. That vat was bigger than the table in this tent, and filled with water it weighed a ton, but I could hoist it up effortlessly."
Wang Ermazi, sitting nearby, curled his lip in disdain. "You and what army? Catching wolves barehanded is child's play for me. Once, up in the mountains, I ran into a huge wild wolf. It came lunging at me howling, but I didn't even blink—I just reached out and grabbed it by the neck. The wolf couldn't budge an inch, and in the end, it had to tuck its tail between its legs and run off like a whipped dog."
Chapter 142