When Ding Xiu went back, Wu Mo and the others were standing in the corridor of the barracks, and these people from the seventh team watched Ding Xiu return to the dormitory from a distance, and their eyes were full of anger.

Bringing back the corpse of the mutant creature from outside today was originally an unprecedented thing in the camp, and the reward and prestige should belong to the seventh squad, but I never thought that it would be disrupted by Ding Xiu.

Wu Mo didn't believe that Ding Xiu could kill the mutant creature, but he fell behind when he confronted Ding Xiu.

The most infuriating thing is that Zhang Zhixiong, who is the leader of the camp, also believes this guy in the fourth squad.

Today, the entire seventh squad received military law, and Wu Mo received twice as many as everyone. He and his men lost face at the camp gate, and the shame of being slapped in the face in public was like a knife in his heart, cutting his self-esteem apart.

"Gotta give him some color, Brother Mo." One of the team members next to him felt bad water in his heart.

"There's no hurry." Wu Mo was angry, but he was still very calm in his heart, "It's inconvenient to find his stubble in the barracks, if the movement is a little bigger, it will be troublesome if you are alarmed." ”

"Aren't you going on a mission tomorrow? Let's ...... like this" Wu Mo snapped his fingers at the rest of the seventh squad, and everyone immediately gathered together and began to discuss the matter of teaching Ding Xiu a lesson.

Ding Xiu didn't know that the robe in the barracks was beating his bad idea, and he closed the door when he returned to his residence.

The room was very empty and quiet, there were originally a dozen beds in it, but now only Ding Xiu was sleeping.

At night, Ding Xiu thought about those familiar but distant faces, and gradually fell asleep.

When the day dawned, the bell in the barracks rang loudly, and Ding Xiu got up and got dressed, ready to welcome a new day in good spirits.

After hurriedly eating breakfast in the barracks, Ding Xiu picked up his newly received weapon and walked towards his car.

Ding Xiu drove the car to his patrol area, and the solid wheels left two rows of clear marks on the sand.

When his car went away, several more cars of border guards followed.

"If you do it outside, you won't be afraid of being known." In a car far behind, Wu Mo's eyes were looking at the front with resentment.

"Do you want to kill you, Brother Mo?" The brother next to him asked.

"Seeing that Ding Xiuzhi doesn't know how to lift, if he doesn't know how to lift, he will be killed, and he must not be let back to sue us for the black state."

"Okay." The people in the car responded one after another, and Wu Mo's words were also conveyed to the other two cars behind him through the walkie-talkie.

On the west side of the Border Guards' Camp W47 is a large desert, which belongs to Zhang Zhixiong's defense area. Zhang Zhixiong's border guards fought against the wandering sand people in this defense area, preventing the thugs from easily crossing the border line and harassing the towns in the rear.

When Ding Xiu's car was already far away from the camp, the three cars behind accelerated to catch up.

Wu Mo stared at the front, his eyes were bloodshot, he had been waiting for this moment since last night, because the shame had to be washed away with blood.

"Alright, let's go around." Wu Mo ordered the members of his team.

The three cars immediately separated and fanned up.

Ding Xiu found the car chasing behind him in the rearview mirror, he recognized it as the border guard's car, so he stopped the car and was about to ask what happened.

"Wu Mo?" Seeing the person who got out of the car, Ding Xiu was slightly surprised.

"I didn't expect it, Ding Xiu." Wu Mo and the others got out of the car and surrounded Ding Xiu in the middle.

"What are you going to do?" Ding Xiu's heart faintly felt that something was wrong, and his sixth sense told him that these people were going to be unfavorable to him. However, everyone belonged to the Zhang Zhixiong Department of the border guards, so although Ding Xiu was on guard against them, he was not so thorough.

"Thanks to you, yesterday Lao Tzu became the laughing stock of the whole camp." Wu Mo said sadly, "It's good for you, I heard that you received a bounty and changed your car." ”

"The car is good." Wu Mo smiled at the brothers around him in a sarcastic tone.

"You want to steal my car?" Ding Xiu's face sank, and his body involuntarily assumed a defensive posture.

"Hahahaha." Seeing Ding Xiu's frightened bird's appearance, Wu Mo laughed and said, "Why are you robbing your car, Lao Tzu is going to get your people today." ”

"Brother Mo said, I have to let you see blood today, otherwise you don't know why the flowers are so red."

"We are all border guards......" Ding Xiu had just opened his mouth when he was interrupted by Wu Mo.

"I really don't know how you survived, this waste, in the past few years, all the people in your team have died, but you are still alive." Wu Mo's expression was a little gloomy, and he gained inexplicable pleasure in the process of insulting Ding Xiu. Thinking that he would have to give this kid some bitterness next, he was so excited that his body trembled slightly.

"I didn't die, I didn't die, I didn't die." Ding Xiu said with a cold face.

As soon as his words fell, Wu Mo's fist swung at his face, "Reason? Didn't anyone teach you that fists are the truth? ”

Wu Mo's fist was fast, but it fell in Ding Xiu's eyes a little slower than usual.

"What's going on?" Ding Xiu dodged the punch with doubts, and he saw the opponent's punch very clearly.

Ding Xiu's age is much younger than Wu Mo, but Zhang Rongshe usually supervises him a lot in training, so his combat effectiveness is almost the same as Wu Mo.

Moreover, thanks to the ability "Focus", Ding Xiu was able to exert a stronger ability than usual when fighting.

Wu Mo didn't know that his proud strength was already at a disadvantage in front of Ding Xiu, and when he saw that his fist was missing, he couldn't help but be annoyed and said angrily: "Brothers, give me a fight!" ”

"Enough! Don't push me! While dodging the oncoming attack, Ding Xiu still had the friendship of Robe Ze in his heart, hoping that Wu Mo could rein in the precipice.

"Enough? Unless you kneel down now, brothers will soak urine in your face. "Wu Mo looked rampant like a vicious dog.

His foul language made Ding Xiu's heart chill.

"Hey, you want to kneel now, don't you? Okay, brothers, let's go first. Wu Mo said this, but his hands and feet did not mean to stop at all.