"Do you want to drive them away?" the bald man asked softly, his eyes drifting to the crowd around him.

"No, you can learn as much as you can. Wen Chuanting sighed slightly, in this cannon fodder camp, there are too many people who eat and wait for death, too many who are numb and dazed, they have accepted their fate and have no desire to live. The dog doesn't eat and presses his head, this is not what Wen Chuanting wants to do, he also hopes that more people will learn, talk about life and save, in this precarious day, he can live a few more days, maybe the next day can catch up with the end of the war, so that he can go home, return to the tribe, even if he climbs back to the tribe and dies, it is better than dying on this devouring battlefield.

Time is long, the snow melts and falls, it falls and melts, and it has rained three times so far. There are few wars in winter, and as long as there is no war, Wen Chuanting will teach him secrets in front of his small camp. The original small team of sixty-nine people, after several battles, only fifty-one people were left, the casualty rate was greatly reduced, and everyone was grateful, which also enabled Wen Chuanting to have a camp tent with only his own, which was in front of everyone, and asked Chuanting behind him. The camp in front of the tent has become a small martial arts arena, and everyone is still naked, lined up in a neat line, waiting to ask and pass on the teachings.

Asked Chuanting's answer, somewhat beyond the bald man's expectations, he reacted very quickly, glanced at the crowd of onlookers around him, and bowed slightly, "Then I'll thank you on their behalf." ”

Asked Chuanting waved his hand, he somewhat understood the bald reaction, he promised too much, and he didn't need to explain it. He would never tell them that he was originally an open person, but he was just concentrating on cultivation and waiting for the opportunity to go home, so he ignored the people around him. He will not tell them further that it is precisely because of the existence of these honest and lovely people that he was moved, so he spared no effort to pass on his experience, hoping that everyone will have the ability to survive on the battlefield like him, and go home together in the future.

For people who are full of hope in their hearts, if he has the opportunity, he also hopes to give the other party a chance to struggle to live, even if this opportunity is just a killing skill.

A group of people exercised according to the requirements of Wen Chuanting, what should be said was said, what should be said was said, and there was no need to repeat it. Fifty-one people insisted on coming to his tent and listening to his lecture before speaking.

They called him the battalion commander, which was originally the position of the bald head, because of gratitude, the bald man automatically gave up, asked Chuanting didn't want to rob the bald position, and everyone didn't want to call him by his name, and finally asked Chuanting to call him 'head', the battalion commander is still bald, managing the affairs of this cannon fodder battalion. It's just that the bald battalion commander let him be the eldest brother.

Quietly sitting alone in the camp tent, there were nine inch-long knives floating in front of him, this was his harvest, the result of the smelting of the long knife, the fingers beat flexibly, one by one dark green runes appeared, infecting the nine knives, and the knives themselves also appeared dark green runes, echoing and vibrating with the runes that popped up in Wen Chuanting's hand, the knives slowly disappeared, and a thumb-sized liquid mass appeared. Blending, the fingers beat more and more, the runes were like rain, rushing into the liquid one by one, the dark green liquid mass became deeper and deeper, the fingers suddenly stopped beating, and the last rune was bounced into the liquid group, and asked Chuanting to clamp the liquid mass with both hands, and slowly stretched outward, as if there were thousands of forces in his hands to prevent him from pulling away the combined palms.

A thin and slender knife appeared, the runes on the knife body beat, as if the maggots under the skin were drilling back and forth, the handle and the tip of the knife appeared, a boning knife was perfectly presented, the runes were hidden, the blade was reflected in black, the curved back of the knife, and the perfectly curved knife edge bloomed with a penetrating glow.

For his work, Wen Chuanting is extremely satisfied. This is the second time he has refined a witchcraft, the first time is the Five Aggregates of Gods and Demons, which was looted by the Boneless Tribe, this time, he didn't add too many things, simple materials, bloodlust and sharpness are the characteristics of this knife.

I was happy in my heart, and the shouting outside was not in my ears. Stepping out of the camp, an unfamiliar face quietly followed the back of the team to exercise, the bald head at the head of the row, in this warm sunlight, emitted this faint light, peeking eyes let Wen Chuan Ting. No indication was made about the young faces who joined the team.

The question was silent, the bald head was confused, whether he allowed it or didn't see it, and the peeking eyes became more and more frequent.

"Bald, do you have a problem with your eyes?" asked Chuan Chuan in a soft voice, with a smile in the corner of his eye.

"No, no problem. ”

"So what do you see? Don't train well. "Ask Chuanting to pretend to be angry.

"No, no, no. The bald man lowered his head and trained silently.

"Heh......" embarrassed others, so that Wen Chuanting had more happiness in his heart. But he didn't embarrass his baldness, joking too much, that's not a joke, the other party has respect to fear, and then resentment, which doesn't have too many limitations, maybe the last moment is respect, gratitude, this moment will be resentment. People's hearts are changeable, and they are the most difficult to grasp.

After training, young and unfamiliar faces often appeared, and asked Chuanting and didn't care, what to teach and what to teach, as if he didn't find the other party, he was bald at first or didn't observe the face of Chuanting, and then he got used to it and stopped paying attention. Even if more and more people joined the training team later, Wen Chuanting didn't say a word and chased a person.

For these people, Q Chuanting has his own ideas: Is there any difference between chasing one duck, two ducks, and a group of ducks?

No matter what kind of person they are, they are trying to live, or to be strong. These strong people who can insist on exercising, abandon their numbness, and are unwilling to give up as long as there is a little hope, ask Chuanting is full of respect in his heart, how can he be harsh.

Life is only once for everyone, life is independent, it is a one-time building that cannot be pushed to reconstruction, everyone is the same, this is very fair, God is actually very fair to everyone, just on the basis of fairness, see how everyone builds their own life. Some people take detours, some people take shortcuts, detours, twists and turns in life, take shortcuts, may be fast, step by step, the height of the building is tall or short, and in the end the construction project will be completed perfectly, cough, it should be said that in the end, only those who live well are qualified to have the last laugh.

I appreciate them. At least they know how to seize opportunities.