Chapter 4 — Hiding for Five Years, One Night Becomes Legend

I don't chase. I stood in place, breathing out a deep breath. Then bent down and picked up each gun that fell on the ground. M4, AK-47, two Glocks, three submachine guns. I hugged the guns in my arms, turned around and went home. Back to our battlefield. Throwing a bunch of guns down in front of his teammates —

“Clack —”

The sound of metal colliding echoed in the early morning forest. Then — Silence. Extreme silence. 【Chapter 4】 Trieu Thiet Tru gasped. Like a fish out of water. He still maintained his lying position, raising his gun, eyes wide open as if about to fall out, staring at the pile of guns at my feet. One gun, two guns, three guns… Seven rifles, two pistols. Still a bit hot. There was blood on the barrel of the gun. Not my blood.

“Hua… Hua Bac?”

Vuong Tieu Dong's voice sounded like someone had strangled him, so high-pitched that it was unbelievable. Looking at their expressions, I suddenly felt a bit embarrassed.

"Well..." I scratched my head, "Some guys ran away, I didn't chase them. Does anyone have any more bullets? Let's shoot a few more shots?"

No one answered me. Eleven pairs of eyes stared at me. That look — How should I say it? It's like the pet cat you've had for 5 years suddenly stands up straight and speaks human language. That's not a surprise. It's fear. Captain Tran was the first to stand up. His movements were very slow, as if his knees were rusty. Standing straight, he looked at me, his lips trembling a few times.

“Hua Bac.”

“Yes I am.”

“Fuck you…” He paused. “Did you just rush up there alone?”

“Yes.”

“Empty handed?”

“Yes.”

“20 people?”

"Not even 20, some of them ran away, I took down... probably about 12 or 13 of them? I haven't counted them carefully."

Captain Tran closed his eyes. Take a deep breath. Then open your eyes.

“You were in my company for 5 years.”

“Yes.”

“Physical strength is always at the bottom.”

“Yes.”

“Do a maximum of 3 pull-ups.”

“…Yes.”

“In the fight, Vuong Tieu Dong pressed him to the ground and was crushed.”

Vuong Tieu Dong stood next to him, shaking his head frantically, his face pale. Captain Tran walked in front of me. He was half a head taller than me, looking down at me, there was something in his eyes that I couldn't describe. It feels both like anger and like self-pity.

"Hua Bac, who exactly... are you?"

I opened my mouth. How should I explain this? Honestly.

“I... grandpa won't let me speak.”

The whole scene was silent for three seconds. Then Trieu Thiet Tru jumped up from the ground: "Not allowed to say? Not allowed to say! Yet you let me bully you for 5 years?! Damn it, I patted your head every day! What the hell did I just slap on the back of your head!!" His voice was lost. I quietly took half a step back.

“Squad leader, that... when you pat it, it doesn't actually hurt.”

"It doesn't hurt? It doesn't hurt, but every time you 'sniff'!"

"I'm just following you for fun."

Trieu Thiet Tru stood still. The face is sometimes red, sometimes white. Finally he squatted to the ground, holding his head.

“I've been patting the back of the head for 5 years, a guy who could beat 20 special forces soldiers to death with his bare hands…” His voice groaned through his fingers, carrying clear sobs. “I'm still alive because of your kindness, right?”

“You think too much, my grandfather—”

“Don't remind your grandfather anymore!” Trieu Thiet Tru suddenly looked up, "Who exactly is you? Shaolin Master? Wudang Grandmaster? Or Thanos??"

“Tai Chi.” I reason child, "The 13th generation successor of the Tai Chi Hua family."

Silent again. Ly Manh spoke timidly from the side: "Tai Chi... is that thing that old people often dance in the park?" I was silent for a moment.

“That's the shortened version.”

“So what version is yours?”

I looked at the pile of guns at my feet. Look again at the shadows lying in the distance.

“Full version.”

Ly Manh "gulp" and swallowed his saliva. Vuong Tieu Dong suddenly knelt down. Really kneel.

"Thud" with a sound, both knees touched the ground.