Kang Ming is crazy, really crazy, counting rice, blind cutting, night cutting, they can accept these, but today Kang Ming wants to use his arm as that light bulb They can't accept it, it really can't be accepted.

I kept recalling the sound of the light bulb popping, recalling the way the cutting machine sharpened the iron like clay, and I couldn't help but grit my teeth.

Kang Ming was ready, and squatted on the side of the table.

"Who's coming first?" asked Wang Junfeng and the six of them.

The six men glanced at each other, and none of them took a step forward.

Kang Ming knew that this would definitely be the case.

Slapped the table with his hand outside: "If I'm the trapped person now, I'm bleeding you know?" I'm waiting for you guys to come and save me, what? Are you going to watch me bleed to death? Kang Ming roared in a low voice.

Wang Junfeng: They still don't plan to go.

Kang Ming gritted his teeth and lowered his head: "Do you really want to do this?" Where did all the previous self-confidence go? Where is all that arrogance gone? Egging, do you like to be a person so much? What happened to my hand? Why do I dare to put my hands here for you to cut, but not for Liu Zhiqiang to cut them? Because I believe in you, because you are the elite of the Eighth Squadron, if anyone doesn't come today, they will leave the class immediately, and they will go wherever they like. ”

Kang Ming said something to them with threats and stimuli.

After saying that, he grabbed his head to the side and waited for the first warrior who dared to come over.

Wang Junfeng moved, and Kang Ming guessed that it was also him.

He walked to the cutting machine, clenched his fists and picked up the cutting machine, which was less than ten steps away from Kang Ming, but Wang Junfeng walked as if he was on the execution ground.

Coming to Kang Ming's side, Wang Junfeng looked at Kang Ming: "Do you really want to be like this?" At this moment, Wang Junfeng still hopes that Kang Ming can change his mind.

It's a pity that Kang Ming has decided that things will not change.

"I'm sure you can save me, come on." Kang Ming said very trustingly to Wang Junfeng.

Wang Junfeng had no choice after hearing Kang Ming say this, so he gritted his teeth and nodded, put on goggles, and started the cutting machine.

The gas cutting machine rotated, and the rapid cutting blade rotated rapidly in front of Kang Ming with the wind.

Kang Ming was also afraid, but he had to do this, how could he know that they could really do it if he didn't do it, he would rather get injured himself than let the trapped people be injured, although he hadn't experienced such a fine cut before, who knew that he wouldn't encounter it in the future? If you can't do it with anyone, it's a shame.

Lu Liang walked over quickly, picked up the water bottle on the side, and began to cool down the steel bar.

Wang Junfeng took a deep breath, and Kang Ming kept muttering in his ear: focus, attentiveness.

Finally, the cutter in Wang Junfeng's hand entered the gap above the cardboard box and began to move the cutter down little by little, which was much more cautious than cutting the light bulb.

Whoa! The cutting blade hits the rebar and makes a spark and a sound.

Wang Junfeng moved the cutting machine down little by little, and the water kept dripping on the steel bars and making a clattering sound.

Although there was water to cool down, Kang Ming's arm could then be scalded by the flying iron filings falling on the skin, and the feeling was like being pricked by a needle, so Kang Ming was still motionless, and now he didn't dare to move, if he moved, he would probably really cut himself.

Whoa! The cutter is still moving downward.

As time passed, Wang Junfeng could already feel that the steel bar was about to be sawn off, and he put his movements to the slowest level.

Yikes! With a bang, the steel bar broke and fell on Kang Ming's arm.

Wang Junfeng quickly proposed the cutting machine.

Turning off the cutter and setting it aside, he took off his goggles: "Are you alright?" Hurry up and take it out. "I'm a little out of breath when I'm nervous.

Kang Ming smiled at him, and pulled out his arm little by little, and wrapped two bandages around his arm, leaving a very straight iron trace on the bandage, and there was nothing wrong with Kang Ming's arm.

Seeing this, everyone's hanging hearts were all relaxed, and the next second they mentioned their throats again, because it was about to be their turn.

Kang Ming asked them to turn their bodies around, and they placed a new steel bar from scratch.

"Lu Haiyang!" Kang Ming directly called names.

"Here!"

"Ready!"

"Yes!"

Lu Haiyang walked over with a cutting machine: "Squad leader.." shouted.

"Don't talk nonsense, up! I trust you, no problem, get me out. ”

Lu Haiyang pursed his lips and nodded vigorously: Hmm!

After saying that, put on the goggles, start the cutting machine and start the cutting operation.

Whoa! Sparks flew in the box, constantly falling on Kang Ming's arm, and Kang Ming kept baring his teeth in pain.

If it weren't for the fact that the two thin bandages were always cooled down, they would have been lit a long time ago.

Lu Haiyang successfully completed it, and when he took off his goggles and looked at Kang Ming, beads of sweat continued to flow down his forehead.

Kang Ming walked over and wiped the sweat from his forehead: "Is it okay?" Take it easy. He comforted him.

"Next."

"I'll do it." Wang Junfeng grabbed Kang Ming and said to him.

"You'll come when I cut." After Kang Ming finished speaking, he put his hand in one by one.

"Next!"

"Next!"

One after another, no one could run, all of them "saved" Kang Ming once, and finally the last soldier Liu Bing completed the cutting, and Kang Ming stretched out his arm and immediately got his sleeve down.

"Squad leader, did I succeed?" Liu Bing asked Kang Ming with an expectant expression.

Kang Ming smiled and nodded at him.

"Yay! Whew, I succeeded. Liu Bing excitedly squatted on the ground and hugged his head, looking as if he was choking.

"It's your turn." Wang Junfeng put his arm into the cardboard box and said to Kang Ming.

"Don't you put a bandage around and want my firelight to make a hole in your arm?" After Kang Ming finished speaking, he asked Wang Junfeng and them to rest here now, and went to give Wang Junfeng some bandages himself.

Everyone sat on the ground and happily talked about their feelings at that moment, and Kang Ming went to the infirmary alone.

On the way to the infirmary, the blood on his arm flowed down his arm, and Kang Ming quickly circled his arm to speed up his speed.

In fact, the moment Liu Bing withdrew, the cutting piece touched his arm, and Kang Ming immediately felt a tearing pain, and the reason why he couldn't hold back was that he didn't want to cause a shadow on Liu Bing's psychology because of this incident.

When he came to the infirmary, Kang Ming quickly took off his coat: "Help me bandage it." He said to the doctor.

When the doctor saw this, he froze: "How did you get it?" He turned around and ran into the medicine cabinet to get the disinfectant.

"Hey, I got a scratch during training." Kang Ming replied pretending to be relaxed.

Hip-hop, hip-hop, it hurts me.