Chapter 371 Good intentions

When the fixed morning exercise assembly number sounded every day, Wu Xian had put on the national flag for the five soldiers. When he watched a young soldier carry it away from him, Wu Xian felt as uncomfortable as a knife in his heart.

In addition to the seven people who went out covered with the national flag, there were also three others who were seriously disabled and said goodbye to the war and their beloved military green.

When the three soldiers wanted to die, Wu Xian gathered them together. Under the circumstances that no one saw, Wu Xian bent his straight waist and looked at the three soldiers who were already desperate in his eyes. Wu Xian said in a low voice: " Please live! Please pass on the original text you have seen and felt! Our soldiers are raised by our parents, and I don't want them to wait until the war to grow up. We can't afford that kind of consumption! Their parents can't afford it! So I ask you to live well! On behalf of the motherland, I ask you to live well! Bring everything you see back to your troops!"

When Wu Xian said this, he always bent down. After saying that, he picked up a pile of folded national flag not far behind him and put the folded flag on the seriously injured person's chest with one hand: "I don't know who you are! You don't know who I am either! But we all have a common name, that is - the descendants of Yanhuang! I said that with me, I can only leave with a flag, but now you have no honor, so I give you the national flag in my hand for safekeeping! If a strong enemy comes, please complete the last training task I gave you - please let them stay on our land forever! Let them become fertilizers to nourish our land!"

Hearing Wu Xian's words, the desperate soldier actually raised his right hand tremblingly and saluted Wu Xian despite the pain on his body. One of the soldiers saved his comrades-in-arms, regardless of his non-standard actions. When the grenade was about to explode, he saved his comrades-in-arms in that area at the worst price, but only half of his right hand was hit. He was not thrown out by the grenade not far away by himself, and the fragments after the explosion injured the spine leading to the lower half. I can't move, and there are many injuries to my lungs and liver. It's a miracle that he can live.

When Wu Xian saw the half of his right hand tied with gauze and still bleeding out, the breath in Wu Xian's nose was a little fierce, but the expression on his face was blocked by a mask, which made people unclear Wu Xian's expression.

"Grew the salute!" These two words are roared by Wu Xian from the depths of his throat. There is no emotional fluctuation or the emotion has turned into a roar.

Wu Xian solemnly gave a military salute to the three people. When he put down his hand, Wu Xian's head would not go out, but there was a small drop of water stain on the edge of the mask.

Of course, Wu Xian knows how these people will perform a task assigned by himself, but Wu Xian does not want to return to Satan's arms with him, even if there is, his demon, who dares to provoke the dragon's clowns! They have contributed enough!

When Wu Xian walked out of the tent, the seriously injured people dragged the national flag on their chest, biting their teeth to death, and tears kept flowing from their closed eyes! This group of iron men, even if they were beaten like this, have never shed tears, but now they cry like children!

After having breakfast for the group of angry special forces, he asked the military doctor to simply bandage their wounds. Wu Xian threw out the training plan he had formulated. He had nothing to say and directly asked them to start training.

Even if they are not military doctors who directly participate in the training, everyone has wounds, not to mention those special forces. When the military doctors wanted Wu Xian to stop training and rest, Wu Xian glanced at them with cold eyes and let them die in their throats.

However, this group of military doctors had to mention a genius-level person. An an anesthetic gun-style rifle was fascinated by her, and the bullets in her gun were medical drugs. Whenever someone couldn't hold on or had symptoms of dehydration, she fired a shot to give her teammates the greatest support in the safest way! But her code name is - Butcher!

In such a high-intensity training, many people die on the training ground because they can't adapt to such fierce training. However, Wu Xian did not transport the bodies of those people at the first time. Instead, he ruthlessly pointed to the dead special forces soldiers and said, "Have you stupid pigs seen it? This is the consequence of not being able to adapt to the battlefield! If you don't want to die, burst out your potential and let me see your burning life!"

For Wu Xian's attitude, everyone had to grit their teeth and curse that a bullet shot through Wu Xian's head that day. At the same time, they began to slowly show a trace of indifference to the death of their comrades-in-arms. Although they are still very sad now, compared with the beginning, a seed has been buried in their hearts. .

Hearing Wu Xian's words, many special forces pulled out their sabers and cut them fiercely on their buttocks. They pretended to tame horses, relying on the pain on their bodies to stimulate their potential and stimulate their tired bodies.

Of course, this cruel trick used to tame horses in Tibetan areas is a way to improve their potential for some people, but many people have paid the price of their lives for this violent behavior.

When those military bosses heard the information sent below, their whole face was darker than black charcoal and said nothing. They grabbed the gun directly from their guards and killed them to the training ground.

When they asked Wu Xian to stop training, which was not human, they saw that the soldiers under him were still training like a horsepower machine without any pause.

After seeing this scene, even those powerful military tycoons threw the gun to the ground without exception, hugged their faces or turned around, and sobbed silently.

Those who died are their own soldiers. They also have parents and brothers and sisters, but they died in the golden period of their lives. These military leaders feel that it is a wrong choice for their soldiers to come to train.

However, under the comfort of Zhao Changyuan, these military region bosses dragged a lot of old bodies onto the military vehicle. Zhao Changyuan looked at the special forces being trained and walked to the car with some heavy steps, because some of his soldiers also died.

However, not long after these military leaders came, a simple clock was placed in the center of the camp. Whenever someone pushes out, someone will hold a mallet and violently hit the clock three times! To comfort their spirit in heaven! But no one wants to be the bell ringer!

At five o'clock in the evening, Wu Xian kindly ended the training of this group of special forces and strictly demanded: "At night, wash them all for me. If I see you have a little mud star!" Fuck you!"

However, the only answer to Wu Xian was close to the cold eyes, and Wu Xian was happy with endless melancholy in his heart! Wu Xian now also doubts whether his behavior is correct!

When the special forces who had been working hard all day came to the restaurant in their formal clothes, they were stunned by the scene in front of them! The long table is put together into a long large table, with a variety of delicious dishes and even a lot of red wine. However, there are knives and forks on the table, and there is half a glass of water in a large tall glass. Apart from the fact that there are no expensive dishes and servants, the whole restaurant feels like coming to a western restaurant.

When this group of special forces were stunned, Wu Xian appeared in the restaurant in a tailored suit. If there was no judge mask on his face, he would definitely be a beautiful man!

"Don't say, I abuse you! My standards are very loose, just like food for you!" Wu Xian sat down first, his movements were elegant and noble, and he couldn't see the appearance of a soldier at all.

After Wu Xian sat down, he motioned everyone to sit down. Looking at the special forces with uniform movements, Wu Xian slightly pried up the corners of his mouth and said, "Now I want another instructor of you to teach you another kind of knowledge!"

As soon as Wu Xian finished his words, the whole restaurant darkened, and a figure appeared on a curtain. A man in a suit elegantly began to introduce himself with a glass of red wine. From the man's face, a three-point shadow of Jazz can be faintly found.

After the jazz who changed his appearance by makeup explained, the lights in the whole restaurant turned on. Wu Xian clapped his hands and said, "Gentlemen, please enjoy your dinner! Cheers to our country!"

In response to Wu Xian, not half of it. Looking at these people who did not raise their glasses, Wu Xian smiled and suddenly waved his hand and said, "Give me!"

A pair of Mahone rushed in with live ammunition. Anyone who didn't raise his glass was taken care of, and no one had a butt on his head.

Wu Xian opened his eyes and asked loudly to everyone, "How many of you can see that he is a soldier?"

Everyone lowered their heads and said nothing. For the person just now, this group of special forces subconsciously thought that it was a foreigner living in the aristocratic circle, and few people connected him with the soldiers.

"Then tell me now, do you remember what he said?" Wu Xian glanced at all the special forces and asked.

But no one answered Wu Xian and made Wu Xian roar angrily, "Are you fucking dumb? Or didn't your former instructor teach you how to remember?

"Report, remember!" Hearing Wu Xian say this, everyone roared neatly, and the sound of the cloth tent made waves like water waves.

"Damn it, do it according to what is in the picture. Whoever does something wrong, the supervisor behind me will hit me with the butt of the gun until they do the right action, and the military breath that hit them dissipates, or pull me out and shoot me directly!"

In order to make the hard temperament of this group of special forces restrained, Wu Xian had to use a fierce move. I have to say that Wu Xian's good intentions. If they go out with this kind of special forces, it is estimated that they can see that they are soldiers, which is not conducive to future battles! Although they are sharp knives and sharp blades, Wu Xian still hopes that they will get closer to the goal and get the greatest harvest at the least cost when performing special tasks! And what Wu Xian is doing now is to smash Bailian Steel into finger softness!

But from time to time, there is still a painful hum in this group of special forces. Although they remember the movements, it is another thing to practice...