The chase went on.
Even with training, two legs don’t beat four—especially in panic.
In two and a half minutes, the king was on him.
He could feel its breath on his neck—hot, rank, same stink as the farm pens back in Florida.
No time for nostalgia.
Impact slammed him like a tank shell.
The world pinwheeled.
Freedom felt close—the capital-F kind, not the kind back home.
Clever viewers guessed it: he got launched.
Far.
They saw it cleanly: the man arced through the air and vanished downslope.
Satisfied, the king huffed and waddled back to its domain.
No follow-up.
Whether the lieutenant lived, the heavens would decide.
Some Dragons risked a mute to drop these:
[Said you couldn’t handle it.
Some kids are just stubborn (smirk.jpg).]
[We have a saying: a wise man knows the times.
You, sir, are not wise (grin.jpg).]
[We don’t laugh.
We’re trained professionals.
Except when we can’t help it (rofl.jpg rofl.jpg).]
[Call your God.
Another minute and he’s checking into the hot place.]
There were too many Dragon lurkers to mute them all.
Eagle Nation’s locals turned their keyboards on their own man:
[I take it back.
He’s a pig.
No, worse than a pig.]
[Scared witless by a pig.
Is he really one of our soldiers?
Shameful.]
[Florida, really?
Kick him out of the state already (middlefinger.jpg).]
[Whatever.
Since we get punished if he dies, I’ll pray for him (foldedhands.jpg).]
Even Dragons didn’t expect Eagles to flame their own that hard.
Luck—er, fortune—had him land in deep powder.
The snow cushioned enough that he didn’t paste.
He still snapped an arm, and the internal slam wrung blood from his lungs.
[Weird—those tusks are sharp.
Why’d it fling him instead of skewering him?
(hmm.jpg)]
[God’s grace spared him.
Of course you Dragons wouldn’t understand.]
[Look how wicked they are—hoping our Trailblazer dies!]
[If I recall… he’s wearing a plate carrier.
The armor probably saved him…]
Saner Eagle viewers offered the simple answer.
The camera soon proved them right.
Wincing, the lieutenant unbuckled his rig, reached back, and slid out the rear plate.
He bent, kissed it gratefully.
“Man, buddy—if not for you—”
He froze.
In the corner of his eye he saw three words printed on the corner.
His smile died.
“…Made in China?!”
[Pff—HAHAHA!]
[I can’t.
Who gets this punchline at lunch?
Soup all over my screen!]
[Plate: I get it, I do.
But could you not smooch me?
My carrier will get the wrong idea.]
[(clown.jpg)(points-left.jpg)(cry-laugh.jpg)]
In a lounge at the Palace of Freedom, the elder came to with a start.
“Well?
Is he alive?”
The secretary: “…”
The elder’s heart dropped.
“He’s dead?”
If a Trailblazer dies, national penalty follows.
Times were rough already; another penalty—
He was already calculating how fast he could strip the man’s citizenship.
Finally the secretary spoke.
“No, sir.
He’s alive.”
“Oh?” He exhaled.
“Good.
Good!”
He brightened.
“To survive a giant boar—he’s a hero.
Publicize it!
Big push!”
“Sir…” the secretary hedged.
“He was saved by a ballistic plate.”
“A plate?”
“Yes… a Dragon Nation plate.”
“…”
“Sir?
Sir?!”
“Doctor!
Again!”
The comedy went viral.
Editors stitched the kiss and the silkscreen into shorts with goofy backing tracks.
Views exploded.
General Zhang laughed hard enough to wipe a tear.
Eagle Nation’s palace responded by banning all Dragon-made military kit—armor, carriers, etc.—to stop a repeat at the root.
It didn’t stop clever Dragon merchants.
They changed the stamp to “Made in PRC.” The money kept flowing.
…
After a sweet nap, Jing Yuan stretched.
Beside him, Mimi caught the yawn and did that proud feline full-body stretch.
As word spread that he’d woken up, Dragon viewers clicked back in droves.
Two days in, and following his feed was habit—companionship, pure and simple.
If not for the platform disabling tips after that “pinned message” fiasco, he’d be one of the site’s whales by now.
“Full yet?”
“Want a little more?”
He ruffled Mimi’s head, smiling.
Exploring had to continue.
Meat you can’t carry is waste—better in two bellies than under snow.
The thought had barely formed when a prompt chimed—
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