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The head wolf's body slid down the iron railing, and the wolf's eyes were full of unwillingness. But it failed, completely defeated. Here, the fate of the loser is only death.

Killing the head wolf, Xiao Yuanchao turned around and walked towards the last three dying Siberian wolves, one by one, and trampled them all to death. At this point, the battle of destroying seventeen Siberian hungry wolves with his bare hands was over, and Xiao Yuanchao won a complete victory.

"Whoa!"

The door of the fighting cage opened, and Xiao Yuanchao walked towards the door step by step. He could clearly capture the different colors in the instructor's eyes, and he could clearly see the heat emanating from the young soldier's pupils. This kind of scorching heat Xiao Yuanchao has seen, and it is the scorching heat that the soldiers emitted when they see A. Now he was stared at by a group of young soldiers, and the same heat in his eyes glowed.

The strong are respected, and in the training camp, the concept of the strong has been interpreted to the extreme in silence. The soldiers respect only the strongest and look down on the weak, because the weak represent shame, and the strong represent glory and noble blood!

When he was about to walk to the door, Xiao Yuanchao leaned over and picked up the half of the cigar he had thrown away before the battle from the ground and put it in his mouth, stretched out the palm of his left hand, revealing the lighter that he had been holding and had not thrown away even if he was using his hand to handle the wolf corpse.

"Smack!"

The flames flickered, lighting a cigar that was half-soaked in blood.

"Hiss ......"

Xiao Yuanchao took a big puff, and the dry tobacco and the blood-soaked tobacco burned at the same time, making a hissing sound. The smoke instantly fills up, emitting a strange fragrance.

With a cigar in his mouth, Xiao Yuanchao walked out of the fighting cage and stood there straight, like a rock, looking at the instructor in front of him with his eyes.

The instructor didn't speak, nodded at him, and motioned for him to join the ranks.

Mechanically walking into the queue, Xiao Yuanchao stood in the queue of young soldiers with a cigar in his mouth, still smoking the cigar and rattling. No one stopped him from smoking cigars, because he proved with his strength that he had the right to smoke cigars.

"Wisdom!" The instructor stood in front of the queue and said in a cold voice: "Disband, assemble in thirty minutes." ”

The young soldiers immediately disbanded, and the instructor turned and left. Xiao Yuanchao walked to the side of the medicine box and began to treat his wounds himself. In Section D, the minions were treated at the beginning, and then there was no one to treat their wounds. All wounds have to be treated by themselves, except for internal organs that require surgery.

In fact, the doctors who can perform surgery are also soldiers, and they learn about surgery. When necessary on the battlefield, they can operate on each other without the need for a special doctor.

The wound on the back could not be treated, so the wound on the arm could only be treated, and then the wound on the shoulder.

Packets of hemostatic powder were sprinkled and barely stopped by the flow of blood, but suturing was basically impossible. Because this piece of skin and flesh directly caused Xiao Yuanchao's left shoulder to sink down, no matter how strong the strength of muscle growth is, it is impossible to grow it completely.

A young soldier walked over, stared at Xiao Yuanchao for a while and nodded, reached out to take the needle and thread in Xiao Yuanchao's hand, and silently treated the wound on his back for him.

This needs to be dealt with by teammates, and when he first arrived in Area C, Xiao Yuanchao was alone. Fortunately, a young soldier came and was willing to treat his back injury. This does not need to be said, a qiē is replaced by silence. When the pain of the young soldier's stitching appeared, Xiao Yuanchao sighed in his heart: The soldier is not a walking corpse.

That's right, the soldier wasn't the walking dead he had thought he had before. Thinking that way is just because he has not integrated into the world of soldiers, and when he does, he will find that soldiers have their own way of communication. For example, if you can't deal with injuries that you can't reach, you have to need the help of other soldiers. Even if you don't talk to each other, you can explain it with just one click.

This young soldier is the soldier who just quit and calmly killed a hungry Siberian wolf, and he has absolutely calm wisdom.

"You're amazing." Xiao Yuanchao opened his mouth and made a slightly jerky sound.

Unfortunately, no one responded to him, and the young soldier carefully stitched up the dense wound on his back. He has no habit of talking, and he has not had the habit of speaking since he was a child.

But his nod proved the friendship, and in the absence of anyone to help Xiao Yuanchao, he came to help.

"Cigar smoking?" Xiao Yuanchao took the cigar from his mouth and handed it behind him.

The young soldier did not refuse, picked up the cigar and put it in his mouth, and took a big sip like Xiao Yuanchao.

"Ahem, ahem...... cough cough cough cough ......"

The young soldier coughed violently and choked on his cigar.

"Hahahaha...... Hahahahaha......ha

Xiao Yuanchao laughed, turned to look at the young soldier's uncomfortable look of embarrassment, and said, "You didn't smoke the cigar like this, you can only let the smoke reach your throat and then spit it out." Smoking a cigar is not about the pungency of the smoke entering your lungs, but about enjoying its aroma. Of course, if you need to fight, or after the fight, a puff of smoke into your lungs will give you a strong sense of pleasure. ”

The young soldier seemed to understand, took a big puff according to the method Xiao Yuanchao said, and slowly spit it out without passing through his lungs, enjoying the special aroma of the cigar.

One bite after another, the young soldier began to enjoy it. His eyes as he looked at Xiao Yuanchao softened, but there was still a thick heat in the softness. He came to help Xiao Yuanchao deal with his wounds, which was a sign of respect for the strong. In the face of the strong, in the face of the strong with glory, all the weak should be respected and worshipped.

"What's your name?" Xiao Yuanchao asked.

The young soldier didn't speak, just looked at Xiao Yuanchao.

"Everybody has a name, everybody is born from a mother's womb." Xiao Yuanchao glanced around and whispered to the young soldier: "I have a friend who is a soldier, and he should be much earlier than you." Even he has a name, and his name is A. ”

Hearing the word A, the young soldier's already unheated gaze became more and more intense, and even revealed a strong sense of worship. He didn't know what Xiao Yuanchao said about A, but he knew what A meant.

In the world of soldiers, the meaning of A is the strongest, the most powerful. All soldiers target A-class soldiers. Because that's glory, it's a noble bloodline.

"Actually, you can have a name too." Xiao Yuanchao smiled and said, "You can come up with a name for yourself, you know, I know." ”

“A。” The young soldier spat out a word, his eyes unwavering.

He wants to make his name A, he wants to be A.

A？

Xiao Yuan Chaole is happy, A is his brother, and there is another A here...... R1148