The so-called military camp is in the ring, but in fact this is not a place where you can see the light.

Throughout the Noxian Empire, except for outliers like Darsil, the rest of the people basically worship bravery.

Especially in a place like the army, which has never been comfortable, it is a place where countless thorns and villains accumulate.

Although these guys are bound by military regulations on weekdays, they don't dare to make mistakes.

However, people will inevitably resentful of each other because of the frictions in their lives, and over time, this is not conducive to the stability and unity of the army.

So, slowly, there were people who had the kind of extremely bloodthirsty army that came up with private solutions.

Originally, this was not agreed by the empire, but the effect was surprisingly good, and those who had great contradictions were resolved in this death match, and the resentment would dissipate.

The cohesion of the army will also naturally increase.

This was the prototype of the barracks deathmatch ring.

Slowly, all armies began to emulate this kind of secret on the surface.

The empire also turned a blind eye, and this ring was finalized in the army, and slowly became an unwritten rule.

A place of life and death for those who have grudges and grudges to solve problems!

When one party challenges and the other accepts, both sides can duel in this so-called ring!

No matter how cruel and terrible the means used by one side, as long as you are not a despicable and shameless victory.

Then, there will be absolutely no one to hold you accountable in the future.

On the contrary, the guys who win in such a ring will also be admired and admired by the other soldiers to a large extent.

Only soldiers who worship blood and bravery can always move forward on the battlefield.

However, no one will be foolish.

When everyone makes this kind of request, the opponent they put forward is basically not strong in their own strength or similar to themselves, and at most they are only one or two steps apart, which is already very remarkable!

And there has never been a person like Merlin today who wants to cross such a huge gap!

This is pure suicidal act!

No one is going to stop you from squandering your prowess, but you have to keep your head open, don't you?

Kitagawa still remembers that old Bond once told him that the various levels of fighters are divided into 18 levels, four stages, and 72 gears.

Each of these small steps, although it does not correspond to the gap in the novel, is still very appropriate to call it an almost insurmountable gap.

Otherwise, how could the Dreadnought Pioneer Legion kill the 15th Division in an instant!

What's more, the current Merlin and Karim are a whole rank apart, five steps.

"Hehe, why don't you know how to cherish your own life if you survive! I can trample four or five ants like you to death with one foot? Why do you want to challenge me? Soldier!"

Karim grinned wickedly at Merlin, twisting the knuckles of his fingers and rattling non-stop.

"My life was picked up for me by my brothers! My life is theirs! You insult them! I will take it back for them! I will vindicate all my brothers who have sacrificed! Even if we are just insignificant ants in your eyes! But I will tell you! It was we, fifty ants, who together bit off half of the face of the unattainable fearless vanguard soldier in your eyes! Where were you then!"

Merlin showed no signs of weakness.

For a while, his face was full of fanaticism, as if he was recalling the scene of the battle, and a pair of bloodshot eyes stared at Karim intently, refusing to back down at all.

Looking at Merlin's fanatical and somewhat crazy appearance, Karim, who has always been determined, somehow had a strange emotion.

Fear!

"Alright! Alright, you two guys are going to the deathmatch ring, no one is going to interfere, but you need to heal your injuries first! Oh, by the way, your name is Merlin, right?"

Qiao Ran pointed at Merlin with a haha.

"Yes, sir!"

Merlin didn't know Qiao Ran's identity now, and could only guess from the previous position and tone of voice that this was a commander, so it was out of soldier etiquette.

did not bring his fanatical emotions to him, but appeared very polite.

Qiao Ran nodded at this Merlin, and seemed to be very satisfied with Merlin's attitude.

"Now, Merlin, tell me! Who is the deserter of all the people you know standing in this tent right now!"

Qiao Ran's outstretched hand swept over everyone.

Of course, the dead fat man, who had been hiding outside the tent and did not dare to come in, did not let go, and was kicked in by the soldiers guarding him.

Identification of deserters?

Merlin straightened up with all his might.

This made his wound, which had already collapsed due to anger, even more bloody, but this could not make him frown slightly, Merlin swept around, and then raised one of his hands to make an oath.

"My lord, I swear in the name of the Noxian Empire that all but one person in this tent are not deserters!

"Oh, except for one person?"

Listening to Mo Lin's sworn words, Qiao Ran chuckled, he already had an answer in his heart, and his eyes began to drift to the dead fat man who was constantly trembling at the door of the tent, intentionally or unintentionally, and said, "So, who is the person you are talking about?"

"It's the fat man behind you! He abandoned us all! He abandoned his faith!"

Merlin could no longer suppress his emotions at this time, and shouted loudly!

This deafening sound could not be overshadowed even when he was so humiliated by Karim just now.

Merlin really cares about this!

Indeed, the fact that a big war is imminent, but he is abandoned by his own commander, which is not understandable to a pure soldier like Merlin.

Qiao Ran stretched out a hand and pulled it gently, and the huge body of the dead fat man suddenly fell to the middle area of the tent.

"Is that him?"

Qiao Ran gently kicked the fat man's fat ass on the ground.

The dead fat man immediately bounced up from the ground like a frightened bird, and honestly knelt on the ground.

With snot and tears streaming down his face, he pointed at Merlin and said

"My lord! They are all lying! I am not a deserter! I am an imperial nobleman! How can I be a deserter with such an identity! My lord! You have to make decisions for me!"

The dead fat man saw that his way of life had been blocked.

was flustered for a while, and he could only shamelessly start to sue the wicked first, hoping to reverse black and white with his three-inch incorruptible tongue.

At the very least, it's better to survive first than anything else!