84: My right eyelid is twitching! A bad feeling!

A trench digging competition?

Su Yun had once been fortunate enough to see that kind of sport online.

In the past, during wartime, trenches played a significant role.

Whether in the past or in the present, with advanced technological weapons,

digging trenches is an essential skill for every army soldier.

Su Yun thought about it and found it very interesting.

"Big Brother Zheng, I've only seen it before; I've never actually dug one."

"Competing with the elite soldiers of our Military Region, I might not necessarily win..."

He still had this much self-awareness.

Although Su Yun had his physical attributes strengthened by the system,

digging trenches also requires skill, not just brute force.

Hearing this, Zheng Jianfeng smiled and said,

"Brother Su Yun, don't worry."

"The soldiers of our Steel Regiment all admire you greatly!"

"Our trench digging competition is about participation, not winning or losing..."

"Everyone is just happy to be able to spar with you!"

Zheng Jianfeng himself wouldn't believe it if he said there wasn't a hint of proving the Steel Regiment's elite status.

Last night, the soldiers were thoroughly startled by Su Yun... The beast horde knelt and submitted.

That kind of shock and disparity left many soldiers with a feeling of pent-up energy.

They didn't seek to win or lose, only to display their true strength!

It was also a good opportunity, with the livestream on, to let the outside world see the Steel Regiment's combat capabilities in various aspects!

All in all, the benefits outweighed the drawbacks... It was hard to decline such a warm invitation, so Su Yun naturally wouldn't refuse.

— [A trench digging competition? It's true the Streamer will definitely lose...]

— [Folks, I always have a bad feeling...]

— [My right eyelid has been twitching ever since I entered the livestream room!]

— [Damn, Brother Su's karma is too great, isn't it? I always feel like we're watching this livestream at the risk of our lives!]

— [Alright, anyone want to bet? Place your bets now! Place your bets now!]

— [Nuclear warheads... put my underwear on it!]

...Breakfast ended hastily.

The Liger, this little thing, would just curl up in a pocket and sleep after eating its fill.

Su Yun stood before an open field.

Zheng Jianfeng was leading the soldiers, marking out boundaries.

They called it a trench digging competition.

In fact, the rules were very simple: within a specified time, whoever dug a trench that was big, good, and sturdy would win!

Fatty Wang Fan carried the camera, eager to try.

"Brother, this is great, we're on the same team!"

Su Yun: "..."

Yes, he and Dead Fatty were on the same team.

With this arrangement, neither of them intended to win any prizes.

It was about participation, about the experience.

Wang Fan said again, "Brother, actually..."

"The Little fellow also counts as a laborer."

"It's so young, it can't just eat without working, can it...?"

That's true!

Su Yun glanced at the Liger sleeping soundly in his pant pocket.

The Little fellow, so young, could already climb, and it had claws too... People say that raising them roughly makes them easier to raise.

Su Yun couldn't let it sleep all the time; it couldn't drink milk for free... "Then let's count this little thing in!"

"Oh, right..."

"This Little fellow doesn't have a name yet."

"It needs a nice name, doesn't it?"

At this point, Fatty Wang Fan gesticulated wildly.

Extremely excited: "Brother! How about 'Mountain Cannon'!"

Su Yun: "I think you look like a Mountain Cannon..."

"Think again!"

— [Call it 'Tiger Cub'! After all, it has half a tiger's bloodline!]

— [Dog Egg is also good, Dog Egg is easy to raise!]

— [If you ask me... just name it Simba!]

— [Oh! Why are you all in such a hurry? Let our Suggested name speak first...]

— [Just call it Suggested name!]

...Su Yun and Fatty Wang Fan were both terrible at naming things.

Wang Fan offered a bunch: Stupid Pillar! Dog Leftover! Asshole! Vegetable Stump!

Su Yun rolled his eyes.

Finally, he decided: "Alright! From now on, this little thing will be called Chang Wei!"

Wang Fan: ???

All the netizens in the livestream room: ???

— [Chang Wei? What do you mean by giving it a full name?]

— [If it's called Chang Wei, then what am I called?]

— [What about Good Fortune? Where's our Good Fortune?]

— [Holy crap, I just came in and saw Chang Wei beating Good Fortune... So brutal!]

— [I, Chang Wei, don't like beating others, I only like beating Good Fortune!]

"Awoo awoo..."

Chang Wei, in Su Yun's pant pocket, barked with all its might.

That little expression clearly showed it really liked the name "Chang Wei."

Su Yun patted the Little fellow's head and said, "Chang Wei, remember from now on, you can't beat Good Fortune..."

"Awoo awoo..."

...Around ten in the morning.

Zheng Jianfeng had already led the soldiers in demarcating many areas.

One plot of land per team.

Starting with two entrenching tools, how to dig, what to dig... it all depended on the two people in the team.

Everything was ready.

Su Yun and Wang Fan's team chose a spot closer to the edge.

They first tested the soil's wetness and dryness, which was very suitable.

Subsequently, Zheng Jianfeng, also as a participant, served as the judge and referee.

He chose a central position and teamed up with an assistant... "On your marks! One hour for digging!"

"Go!"

Huff huff huff... As the command fell, the ten teams immediately began their battle.

The soldiers used both hands and feet, their waists and horses in sync... They aimed at their respective areas and started digging.

In contrast, Su Yun and Wang Fan were a bit disorganized.

At first, they dug with all their might... A few minutes later, Fatty Wang Fan was already sweating profusely.

Gasping for breath, he panted, "Brother, I can't do it anymore..."

He plopped down on the ground to rest.

Su Yun grumbled, "Fatty, you're just fat on the outside."

"You lack exercise normally, and your body is getting weaker and weaker."

"You're not even as hardworking as our Chang Wei..."

Don't look down on Chang Wei because it's small; the Little fellow dug energetically with its claws.

If it couldn't dig, it would open its mouth to bite the weeds... — [This kid is honest!]

— [Sigh... In an hour, I wonder what Brother Su and his group will manage to dig.]

— [Keep digging, Brother Su!]

...Trench digging is truly a physically demanding and skilled job.

Su Yun was fine; he didn't feel very tired... Fatty Wang Fan was already drenched in sweat, completely exhausted and limp.

The other teams were progressing very quickly.

Especially Zheng Jianfeng's team.

With experience, strength, and skill... In just half an hour, they had already dug a trench more than a person's height.

The trench was already taking shape... Zheng Jianfeng occasionally looked towards Su Yun and his group.

Half encouragement, half a cheer from the victor.

"Brother Su Yun, keep it up!"

"Comrades, cheer on Su Yun!"

Instantly.

The soldiers from the other teams, whose progress was faster than Su Yun's,

all raised their arms and cheered, smiles on their faces... "Go, go! Brother Su Yun, go!"

...The digging entered a heated phase.

Su Yun paused to catch his breath.

Losing was definitely going to happen... Chang Wei was still working hard, its little face already covered in dust.

"Chang Wei! Keep going!"

"Dad will give you an extra bottle of milk tonight!"

"Awoo..."

Chang Wei worked even harder.

Swish swish swish... The tender little claws dug into something smooth, producing a harsh scraping sound.