The snow is blowing heavily, indicating that winter is coming, and the animals are lazily hiding in their burrows, and under the warm fur is the thick fat, as long as there is this fat, even if there is not enough food, they can barely survive the long winter, and by the beginning of spring next year, everything will be fine.

Wen Chuanting turned his palm up like a child, let the snowflakes fall on the palm of his hand, which was cool and cool, and then turned into snow water by the warmth of his palm, flowing down the palm lines, falling low on the snow, and smashing out a small pit.

The straight figure standing in front of him one by one, naked upper body, snowflakes falling on the body, slowly melted and melted by the body temperature, turning into tiny droplets of water dripping, under the waist are all kinds of leather pants and skirts made of various animal skins, it can be said that this is the property brought by a person from his own tribe, of course, there are also people who are pulled down from the dead, people, born to be smooth, since they are gone, there is no problem with walking lightly. At least in the eyes of this group of killers, leaving clothes and pants can also be worn by the difficult brothers and sisters who lack clothes and pants to cover the shame.

Eyes swept from the bald head, thin body, big bald head, bare upper body rows of ribs highlighted, the soldiers who had obviously distributed meals took care of him before, and he always gave more food than others, of course, it was also limited, but his body was still thin and weak against the big bald scoops.

Seeing him, he couldn't help but ask, at that time the bald man nervously put forward his own or everyone's expectations, he looked at Wen Chuanting shyly, waiting for an answer, pitiful like a cute puppy wagging his tail and begging for mercy.

I thought they would make some harsh demands, or a drill, teach them the secret art of saving their lives, etc., but they didn't. It's not that there are no exercises and secret techniques, not to mention the memory exercises that were devoured in his mind, that is, there are a lot of by-products of his own deduction of the secret of fighting and the gods in his dreams, and it doesn't matter if he teaches them, but compared to this, it is inevitable to be looked down upon, and then everyone is like a stranger, the favor has been repaid, the debt has been repaid, and there will be no intersection from now on.

But they didn't, this group of lovely people, at least Wen Chuanting thought so in his heart. They just demanded that when they asked Chuanting about the enemy, they could observe and learn, learn his killing skills, and learn his life-saving methods.

Compared with the speculation in Wen Chuanting's heart, they asked for too little and too little, which made him feel in a trance, his life was only worth this little thing, this thing he never cared about, he felt that his soul was hurt, very serious, but his heart was warm. Kindness does not ask for retribution, well, they beg for retribution, but it is pitiful for less.

In the future battlefield, they did not threaten with this, even if their lives were threatened, they never shouted and asked for help, they just focused on their opponents, leaving only a trace of spirit to learn and figure out the movements of Wen Chuanting, and even when Wen Chuanting encountered danger, they disregarded their own safety and resisted danger for him.

People's hearts are long, and Wen Chuanting is no exception, or he is more emotional, he was moved, moved by this group of honest and lovely people, he recognized them, and he blended with them.

It's ridiculous to say that when he was first thrown into the cannon fodder camp, Wen Chuanting once wanted to break into a camp tent, but let the two cannon fodder battalion soldiers who guarded the door block back, he still remembered that it was the camp commander's camp, but he had never seen the battalion commander. What he didn't expect was that the battalion commander he hadn't seen, who had stayed with him in the wounded camp, and even begged him, was the bald head, the bald man who was naked in front of him and stood in the ice and snow.

A group of people stood naked in front of Wen Chuanting, this was not because they came to threaten Wen Chuanting, nor did they come to show off their muscles. On the contrary, this is to ask Chuanting for his training, and no one has an opinion on this, and they can't ask for it.

As for training, to be honest, it was an impulse after being moved, but he didn't regret it, this group of lovely people, they gave too much and expected too little, which made people's hearts ache. On the battlefield, there is no distinction between the enemy and me, they still have to pay attention to him with a trace of spirit, they can't be completely engrossed, they are better injured, they come back to recuperate, and they still have the opportunity to practice what they have learned, but those who die on the battlefield have no chance. I couldn't bear to ask Chuan, so I thought about improving their combat effectiveness, even if it was a little bit, so that I could increase the ability to protect myself.

War is cruel and the most impersonal, and both sides do not care whether the other is thin or weak, or whether they have wives, children, and mothers at home, and as long as they go to the battlefield, the purpose of everything is to kill each other and save themselves. Who would dislike the many skills to save their lives, not to mention that they are the object of their observation and learning, to teach everyone their skills of killing the enemy, it is just training, it is really just, anyway, it will not die, but it is just freezing for a while in the cold weather, and you can learn the means of saving your life after freezing for a while, they are very happy, even if they can learn it for a day, they are also happy.

"Killing, anyone can do it, they are all bloody men, who is afraid of killing people?" asked Chuanting stared at the sixty-nine shirtless men in front of him, thin, tall, thin, cough, and bald, everyone's eyes were big like copper bells, staring at him one by one, moving as his body moved.

"The skill of killing the enemy is nothing more than hurting the enemy to protect oneself, and exchanging the other party's life for a slight price...... We must always pay attention to preserving our strength, and the waste of power that can reduce it must be reduced to deal with unexpected things in the future. He understands that he is not here to teach, and the other party is not here to read and write, they are all big and coarse, and there is no need for any literary crepe, simple and vulgar and easy to understand is the main thing.

Even with a gesture, two hours passed like this, no one made noise, no one drowsed, the simple man focused and nervous, asked to pass on the very serious and serious, the footsteps changed and changed, the long knife in his hand gave up the prosperous changes, simple and direct, the basic knife cut, teasing, picking, intercepting, pushing, stabbing, chopping, pointing, collapse, hanging, grid, cutting, etc. were made by him, and there was no fun.

This is not a show, this is a killing technique, a killing knife, a killing move.

"The battlefield is a place to kill, not a place to perform, what we hold is a murder weapon, a murder knife, and what we need is simple, direct and effective. The words of the question floated in the air, echoing among the snowflakes. "I don't know any knife skills, and I can't teach you any knife skills now, only these most fundamental moves, when facing the enemy on the spot, you need to use them flexibly, the knife is dead, and people are alive......"