For the next period of time, the legend of Mawson was spread everywhere on the battlefield of Luxembourg.

A strong body, a cold face, and a pair of blood-colored knives that symbolize sex.

At first, many people took these legends as stories, after all, in the word of mouth, the guy named Mawson was really a little too terrifying.

Few of the recruits present had seen the horror of alien creatures, acting quickly and powerfully, and it was almost impossible to survive a one-on-one confrontation.

But among the rumors of everyone, the man named Mo Sen was able to fight that kind of monster hand-to-hand with only two long knives.

and slaughtered more than a dozen at will as if chopping melons and vegetables.

Are you kidding?

Do you think those alien creatures are pigs to be slaughtered?

It's not that Mo Sheng did it intentionally, it's just that he wandered around on the battlefield, and he would inevitably encounter a lot of monsters attacking him, and he killed some of them easily, which naturally relieved a lot of pressure on others.

Sometimes, if it weren't for his sudden appearance, many soldiers who had fallen into a bitter battle would have died.

However, for the entire battlefield, the people he saved were only a few after all, so even if the rumors about him intensified, there were still many people who did not believe these rumors like stories at all.

However, in Mawson's W team, many people clearly know that those rumors are true, and even the truth is far more absurd than the rumors.

Mo Sen lay quietly on the bed, and there were a pair of exaggerated blood-colored knives next to his bed, but they were placed there quietly, but they gave people an awe-inspiring killing intention.

The red "color" on the knife seemed to flow down like blood at any time, and even the other team members who were "forced" could not get closer, so they applied to be transferred out of Team W.

In the end, Mawson became the only member of the entire W team, and he was happy to be alone.

But this result was not intentional on his part.

He only thought that since he would use the Fallen Blade in front of everyone at any time, he couldn't use it as if he were magical.

In order to avoid trouble, he put it directly at hand, but what he didn't expect was that as the number of monsters killed increased, the bloody qi on the body of the Fallen Blade became heavier and heavier, and it seemed that countless creatures were bound to it.

This thing is a great deterrent to ordinary people, and even these soldiers who "lick" the blood from the knife edge dare not approach.

Fabilano managed ten teams of ten men each, but due to Mawson's presence, he had to make adjustments to make up for the shortfall caused by Mawson's reasons.

Another month passed.

Recently, Mawson has basically stopped participating in any activities in the barracks, except for his normal mission.

Early 'drill' training on duty, everything has nothing to do with him, and what's even more strange is that except for Fabilano, everyone else turned a blind eye to it.

And all this is because of his great reputation on the battlefield.

After nearly a month of fermentation, all the rumors that used to be have been realized in front of everyone's eyes in a more shocking way.

Everyone knows that there is a haunting ghost on the battlefield of Luxembourg, who is like a god of death, holding two blood-colored knives, and corpses are everywhere he passes.

Hundreds of people survived because of him.

Mawson could even clearly feel that his life had been affected by this.

Eating, showering, training, wherever he goes, someone will spontaneously make way for him, and then look at him with reverence with a slight bow.

In the end, he asked for nothing but to perform his duties and no longer leave the barracks to avoid the interference of the crowd.

But even so, there will be people who silently come to the barracks where he is, or put down a letter of thanks, or bow deeply, in short, express their gratitude in different ways.

Reach out and don't hit the smiley person.

In desperation, Mawson had no choice but to shorten the time he spent in the camp and devote more time to going out.

What he didn't expect was that his behavior made him more vocal among ordinary soldiers.

Under his influence, the training enthusiasm and combat belief of the entire station have been improved explosively.

It's like everyone has been beaten with chicken blood.

In addition to this, Mawson has heard of people carving his name on the nameplate they carry with them, believing that Mawson's deterrent power will keep the Grim Reaper away from them and bless him from harm in battle.

In this kind of never-ending battle, people need a spiritual sustenance too much, and the existence of Mawson just meets this need.

Originally, the military wanted to list him and Rita as combat heroes as the main propaganda point for the next round of recruitment, but this request was rejected by Mawson without hesitation.

Are you kidding?

Mawson remembers that in the movie, the male protagonist Cage was in charge of external publicity, and if this affected his work, and in the end there was a chain reaction, and Cage did not join the fight, it would be funny.

Because of Mawson's refusal, the external propaganda work was overwhelmingly focused on Rita, and the newspaper network advertising booth was full of Rita's figure.

At this time, after more than a month of recuperation, Rita finally recovered from her injuries, and the first thing she did after her injury was to assemble a detachment and go straight to the steel mill on the outskirts of Verdun!

Rita was fully armed and left the weapons room with a broadknife sharpened from a helicopter propeller.

The team members around him are veterans who have experienced more than a dozen battles, with sharp reflexes and solid skills, and a white skeleton painted on the guard plate on his chest.

It's a mark of their own, and it represents an extraordinary honor.

"Captain, you're finally back!"

A tall, slightly curly-haired black man chewed gum and said with a relaxed expression.

"Do you know that during your absence, the name of our detachment was completely robbed by that guy named Mawson!"

"Mawson?"

"What's wrong?"

Rita was recuperating from her injuries during this time, and she was in a separate room, so she really didn't know about those rumors.

"The news came from the vicinity of Luxembourg, they called that Mawson the Luxembourg Reaper, and it is said that he killed nearly a thousand monsters in a head-on confrontation with only two long knives!"

At this point, the big man's gaze swept over the long knife that Rita was carrying on her shoulder.

"I think his approach is clearly plagiarism!"

"Who doesn't know that our famous Verdun Angel is famous with a big knife!"

The team member looked dismissive, and was clearly upset for Rita.

"I've even heard that the army once planned to list him as a combat hero, along with you, the captain, but then canceled it for some unknown reason."

"Looking at it now, most of it is because their news is false, and it can't withstand the careful scrutiny of the military department at all."

"What is there to say!" Another member of the team pouted disdainfully.

"A clown who cheats."

With that, he glanced at Rita.

"Captain, let's give them a little look!"