Yunshui Storm (yes, you read that right, four-word name), is an ordinary player, but it's not ordinary. If for those life players, he is ordinary, if for those elite players, he is ordinary, and for the aborigines of the game, he is also not ordinary, which stems from the fact that when he first took the name of the game character, he spoke cheaply, so he called the name Yunshui Ran.

Who knew that there was really someone surnamed Yun! It turned out that he wanted to take a name for tyrant and drag, but he didn't want to, which became a laughing point for many soldiers in the same battalion as him.

Yun Shui threw a small flying knife in his hand, and the flying knife was thrown in the air not far from the palm of his hand, and he spun a few times in the air, and the tip of the blade kept changing the upper and lower positions, and fell. His hand caught the knife again, held it between his fingers, and continued to throw it upward, repeating the cycle.

The soldiers around them were already surprised, and it might seem incredible to outsiders, which made them dumbfounded, but they saw too much, and gradually transformed from the initial surprise to the current indifference. Here, everyone has their own hand, or is not afraid of death, to be able to enter this battalion. These people who are still alive are the elite among them, and they are also the luckiest, as for those who are unlucky, whose skills and combat effectiveness are not high, they are all dead.

Yunshui threw the flying knife in his hand wildly, but his eyes wandered to other places, and the flying knife in his hand was picked up and thrown away, relying on a rhythm and a familiarity. Even if he really accidentally pricked his hand, it was just a small injury, and everyone present, including him, who didn't have a few wounds on his body? It's like a knife cutting through a hand, but no one cares if it doesn't go into the chest or cut through the throat.

This is the point that Yunshui is not ordinary, and where he is now is the camp in the camp of Guangzong, which is assigned to the death camp. As a member of the death battalion, he must be the first in every battle, which can be said to be the place where the elite of an army gathers, and it is also the place where the battle damage is the highest.

Every time they go to the battlefield, many people die in the death battalion, because they are at the forefront of the battlefield. To face the enemy's front and move forward, no matter how many people are rushing towards you on the opposite side, you must insert yourself like a sharp knife without regrets.

So what exactly is life and death? Here the clouds and waters are a little unclear, thinking of the dull and leisurely life in the past, compared with the current days of constantly wandering between life and death, coming and going in the mountains of corpses and blood, it is like a different world. However, it is also fulfilling, and for a player like him who has never really been on the battlefield, it seems that he can experience the hideous years of the empire that rose in blood and fire and finally bloomed.

Catching the flying knife, Yunshui turned his head violently and looked into the distance. His somewhat lazy eyes became cold and dangerous in an instant, and even his gaze was as sharp as a sharp blade. The light flashed in his hand, and only a white line could be seen, as well as the scarlet hanging behind the handle of the flying knife, and the whole flying knife instantly pierced into the head of a scarecrow more than ten meters away. The whole thing went in and went out again until it was nailed to the stake.

This flying knife stunt is one of the reasons why Yunshui Storm was able to enter the death camp, and at the same time, relying on this flying knife, he has also saved himself and other soldiers in desperate situations countless times. He had a rough leather belt around his waist, and the belt was tightly bound with a cloth band, and in every little pocket of the belt was a throwing knife, and more than a dozen of them were within his reach.

The indifference and obscurity that came at the beginning are gone. In the death camp, it is divided into two camps, the left and right, the Han Dynasty respected the right, but in the death camp, there is no distinction between who is up and who is down, who is strong and who is weak. The left battalion is where these Inhuman soldiers are, and the right battalion is where the aboriginal soldiers are, and they are also distinguished to facilitate their domination.

Now many player soldiers are also like the clouds and waters, and many aboriginal soldiers are brothers, and there is a kind of brotherly friendship between them. There is a saying in the empire that has carried a gun together, has been through the window together, and has prostituted together, the three most trustworthy friendships of men. The kind of people they have now belong to carrying guns together, but they are not guns in reality, but big guns. If we can survive the war and leave the battlefield, we will go together.

Many players understand that there may be some soldiers who are still talking and laughing with them today, and they may not be there tomorrow. So they especially cherish this emotion, because ah, this kind of back is really good to be guarded, and these brothers, even if they know that Inhumans will not die, they will still reach out, even if they may die!

Holding a small wine jug in the other hand, he brought it to his mouth, took a few sips, and the wine entered his throat, although it was not strong, it was more flavorful than water. Exhaled, Yunshui shook his head slightly, this wine still has a lot of wine residue that has not been precipitated and filtered, so the degree is not high, and it tastes a little strange.

For a player like him, it's a bit difficult to get into the throat, which is the taste of various spirits in reality. But wine must be drunk in the same place and with whomsoever it is drunk.

Now standing here, in the barracks, looking at the brothers who live and die together, this wine is not beautiful, but it is also strong and abnormal. Blood and fire forged this wine, and what they drank was not the taste of ordinary wine, but the taste of this heavy life and death.

Raising the wine jug, Yun Shui Wildly motioned to the soldiers of the death battalion in the distance, and took another sip.

It turns out that there is a military law in the barracks, and drinking alcohol in the army will be dealt with by military law. But in this death camp, this military rule was canceled, because the battle loss rate was too high, and many soldiers here might die tomorrow, maybe a few days later. So letting the soldiers of the death battalion drink a little bit of wine that is not drunk is Lu Zhiwang's side, and no one will object to this, whether it is a general in the army or a low-level soldier.

Yunshui Langlan had a faint smile on his face, the emotions in the army are indeed very pure, even if there is anything dirty, it is all something that can be solved in one fight. If one meal can't be solved, then two, three, it can be solved, and no one will hold a grudge yet.

"That's ......" Yunshui raised his head wildly, saw the fog coming, and sighed in his heart, he knew that such a dull day would not be again. I don't know how many, but the people he knows will no longer be able to drink with him.

(End of chapter)