"Dude, be gentle with him!"

A big black man appeared in front of them with a grin.

"Is there anything I can do to help you?"

Cage looked around in confusion, "May I ask where this is?" ”

"Heathrow Forward Command Base."

The big black man replied with a grin, "You're here with the recruits." ”

"Recruits? Where do you see me like a recruit. ”

"I'm Major William Cage, and I have important business to contact the commander in Washington." Cage suppressed the resentment in his heart and said angrily.

The black man still had a smile on his face, "The entire base is closed, and no phone calls are allowed, and you can't answer or call." ”

"But if you do have an emergency, I might be able to apply for it." He held out his hand and introduced himself, "You can call me Jim." ”

Cage was naturally ecstatic and followed Jim to the depths of the barracks, but when he arrived at the place, he found that this was a communication center, which was a training camp for recruits.

"Master Jim, you're not going to make me call?" Cage asked angrily.

Jim slowly pulled out a piece of paper from his bosom, "It seems that you are fake except for your name, which says that you are a deserter and falsely claims to be an American officer......

A propaganda truck with Rita's portrait passed by the two of them, and Cage's face changed as he pointed at Rita in the car and said loudly.

"Listen to me, I'm really an officer from the United States, I know her, her name is Rita Volatasky, she's an amazing combat hero!"

"We met at a military reception in Washington, D.C., and I asked her to dance ......" as if grasping a life-saving straw, Cage gushed about the day's experience.

Jim didn't speak, just looked at him with a smile, and waited until Cage finished speaking, and then he said unhurriedly.

"To be honest, you're pretty good at making up stories, but unfortunately, Sergeant Wolatsky used to be my direct captain, and I've fought with her dozens of times, and no one knows her better than I do."

"How can a heroine like her know a soft egg like you?" Jim sneered and slapped Cage on the back of the head.

"Get out of here!"

"One step later, I will arrange you to be in the camp of Jiyou, with your handsome appearance, you should be able to mix very happily there!"

Cage felt the chrysanthemum tighten, didn't dare to say a word, and walked in obediently.

"Let me introduce you to you, this is Cage, a new recruit, who is a shameful deserter and a softie."

"All of you listen to me, don't let him out of your sight, if he wants to run away, you can beat him until he can't eat, beat him until he can't, in short, you can't let him go half a step."

"Did you hear me clearly?"

"Yes!"

Listening to Jim's words, the other team members looked at Cage with malicious intent.

"Assemble in ten minutes for a workout!" Jim let out a loud shout, and was about to leave, when he suddenly heard a commotion at the barracks door.

A group of soldiers gathered at the door of the tent, everyone scrambled forward, and from time to time the voices of thanks could be heard from the crowd.

"Lieutenant Mawson, thank you for saving me, if it weren't for you, I'm afraid I would have died in the last battle."

"My name is Tom, you may not know me, in the blitzkrieg a month ago, our fighter plane crashed, was trapped in a building by monsters, and lost contact with the command center, if it weren't for you, our whole team would have died!"

"My name is Philips......"

The entrance to the barracks was surrounded by water, and in the ordinary situation, the non-commissioned officers of each detachment had already come out to manage it, but at this time, they were squeezed even higher than the soldiers under them.

"Who is this man?"

"That's a big one."

"I remember yesterday when the major was on a pre-war inspection, everyone was not so enthusiastic, huh?" An unknown recruit asked, confused.

"You know what, the one at the door is the famous battle hero of our entire battlefield, Lieutenant Mawson. Everyone called him the Luxembourg Grim Reaper. ”

"So far, I'm afraid there are thousands of monsters that have died at his hands!"

"Thousands? I'm afraid it's more than that, not to mention anything else, let's just say that in the battle five days ago, Lieutenant Mawson didn't move in place, but the monster corpses accumulated under him were several meters high! ”

"This is just one of the battles, you must know that Lieutenant Mawson has been fighting every battle since he joined the army, and he has not rested for a day!"

A veteran who had participated in the battle for a long time explained triumphantly, looking at his expression, it seemed that it was not Mawson, but himself.

"Are you kidding?" A recruit asked, skeptical.

"Although I'm a recruit and haven't participated in battles, I still understand the basic situation, that kind of alien creature moves quickly, is extremely powerful, and can attack everywhere on its body, even if it wears mechanical armor, it needs tactical cooperation to be able to kill."

"How is it possible to be alone?"

"Kid, you're still young!" The old soldier who spoke looked like a passerby, and reached out to pat the recruit on the shoulder.

"When I first came to camp, I was like you, and I thought they were, but until I went to war...... When I witnessed the murder of Lieutenant Mawson, I realized that compared to reality, those rumors were simply too subtle! ”

"The real-life Lieutenant Mawson is far more ferocious than the rumors!"

"You'll understand when you see it later."

Listening to the veteran's words, the recruit looked confused, and he looked at Mawson in the crowd, "Luxembourg Death?" It doesn't look like it......"

"But I've heard that he seems to prefer to call himself a butcher!"

"Tsk! Listen, how domineering! Someone sighed.

"In Lieutenant Mawson's eyes, those terrifying alien monsters are probably not much different from real chickens and ducks, right?"

"Killing them is not as simple as a butcher killing a chicken and a sheep!"

"Wait, you say he's a battle hero?"

"If you want to talk about combat heroes, the most famous of our European battlefields should be Sergeant Rita Wolatarski, who is known as the Angel of Verdun."

"In the official report, there is no such person as Mawson...... "Someone in the crowd questioned.

What he said stunned everyone else, everyone heard rumors about Mawson being named a combat hero, and there were no actual medals and rewards.

The soldiers in the army died one after another, and few people really knew the details of the original situation.

"Haha, I'll just say, how can there be such a powerful person, but he can be admired by so many people, it's really amazing!"

"Ahem!"

Hearing this, Jim, who was standing not far away, couldn't help coughing a few times, and when he saw that everyone was paying attention to himself, he said slowly.

"It's true, but it was rejected by Lieutenant Mawson."

"How is that possible?"

"Who else would refuse such an honor?"