Dust Wind

There’s SIS in great Britain, CIA in the US. In Huaxia, there’s Dragon Division, known as the mysterious power of the East.
When a soldier that originally failed to be selected to join, appeared on the Dragon Division’s list again, no one noticed, that this inconspicuous and humble-looking guy was actually the Dragon King of the division, the one that’s most difficult to deal with.
Mercenary: “Report, our squad is under attack, suffering heavy casualties!”
Commander: “How many enemies are out there?”
Mercenary: “Just… just one! There’s a joker card in his hand.”
HQ: “What?! Hurry, retreat!”

Ace of The Dragon Division

After the 8th MR was wiped out, Commander Zhou and Commander Xie were engaged in a fist fight. Previously, Commander Zhou had claimed that he would fight it out with Commander Zhou if the three main soldiers of the 8th MR eliminated Xu Cheng, but the situation had reversed, and Commander Zhou lunged directly at him.

As their wing men, Instructor Yan and the instructor of the 8th MR began to fight as well.

This was a common scene in the military. No one could stop the veterans from fighting each other, and the guards didn't want to intervene. After all, there had been fistfights each year because of eliminations. Besides the competition battlefield, the spectator room was also a battlefield without smoke from guns.

But comparatively, the fist fights here were not as pleasing to the eye as the fights in the competition. The two old guys pulled at clothes and grabbed hair, making the other old commanders snort in disdain.

Tough opponents