I said...... Are you alright?" Wren stood on the trunk of a large fallen tree, rushing up and down at Marcus, who was clutching the wound on his stomach and panting loudly, his eyes devoid of emotion, as if he was just looking at something inconsequential.

Yes, Marcus is far from being a comrade-in-arms to Wren at this moment, and he doesn't even have an equal identity, and Wren looks at Marcus like a child looking at an ant on a windowsill.

"You know, only one person in this field killing training will get out alive. So you can only die here in peace. Wren whispered to the already desperate Marcus, and after saying that, he carefully prepared to leave here.

"Wait a minute!" Marcus tossed the dagger in his hand to Wren, one of the props that had been arranged in advance in the forest for these people to kill each other, "Wren, I know you may not remember my name, and I don't expect you to remember me." But...... It hurts...... But I really don't want to die here...... Watch out for the handsome Soviet, the ...... The ...... of the Wolf King He...... He was the one who hurt me like this. ”

Wren picked up the dagger from under his feet, and with a nimbly flick it disappeared into his palm. This time he didn't rush to leave, but stared at Marcus with interest, as if waiting for the other party to continue to say something.

"Get out of here, I'm out of combat...... With the bloodstains, the dangerous guy will be found in no time. Marcus's face was a little pale, his immature face did not have the cynical expression that he had a few years later, he smiled bitterly and barely supported himself, as if he was very unwilling to lie here and wait for death. But he could do nothing, because now everything showed that he was destined to die in this damned place.

"Stay here and don't move, maybe I can let you see the Soviet guy who killed you die here. Wren suddenly spoke, "I helped you kill him, as a thank you for giving me the dagger." ”

With that, he disappeared behind the trunk, and then Marcus heard a slight breathing from behind the woods, and a handsome British Cossack boy appeared without warning in the middle of the woods, which seemed to be unmanned. He gently brushed aside the branches, then walked up to Marcus with his pistol on his face.

"Oh...... Isn't this my little prey, that stupid little German cub who thinks he can run amok with a dagger. With a contemptuous look on his face, the young Soviet teenager used familiar Russian to mock the poor enemy, who had been ravaged by himself for a long time.

He smiled and shook the pistol he was holding, proudly showing off his big killer: "You see, I am much more sensitive than your sense of smell...... I found the pistol, so you're doomed to die here. If you want to blame it, you were born in Germany, I was relatively soft when I killed the Soviets, and I usually don't deliberately torture them. ”

Suddenly, the Soviet boy's expression changed violently, and then he bent forward in a very embarrassed posture, and after rolling around a few times, he could barely see the agile figure like a leopard behind him. Wren held the dagger in his hand behind his back, and stared at the Soviet boy with a pair of sharp eyes, the sharp dagger cut off a strand of the Soviet boy's hair, and the hair was drifting on the grass with the wind.

"Phew!" the Soviet boy raised his hand and fired a bullet that grazed Wren's face and embedded itself in the trunk of a large tree a few meters behind him. And in order to avoid the threat of this shot, Wren also had to stop the pursuit, and the distance between the two people was pulled away by seven or eight meters in an instant.

Wren seemed to be surprised, he touched the opponent's back so covertly, and handed out a killer knife so safely, and was easily dodged by the opponent, it seemed that the opponent was more powerful than the enemy he had encountered before.

The Soviet boy also seemed to be surprised, although he was not in good shape, but the accuracy of the shot was not affected in the slightest, this time he succeeded in seriously injuring Marcus, but for the first time he did not hit his target. So he had to re-examine this enemy, and it seemed that this enemy was very tricky.

Wren took a wrong step to the left and hid behind a large tree, and the Soviet boy did not seem to be slow to react, and the second shot hit the edge of the tree where Wren was hiding, and the bullet flew through the trunk of the tree, breaking a piece of bark into pieces.

"Hey, my name is Wolf, you're good, if you have a gun, maybe we can fight. Wolf stared at the tree and shouted to Wren, who seemed to have lost the slightest interest in Marcus, who was gasping for breath in pain, not far from him.

Little by little, he adjusted his angle around the tree, trying to find a suitable position to continue shooting, but after adjusting a little, he realized the problem - Wren ran, ran without hesitation, and ran without hesitation.

"Doesn't this bastard have the spirit of a knight at all?" Wolf was tempted to scold, for he had just wanted a thrilling battle, but the damn creature fled in such a disgrace that he didn't even hesitate.

Wren wasn't a knight, he wasn't even a warrior. After all the training in this cave, all Wren did was to survive. He desperately avoided death, because he was used to seeing that ordinary death, and he didn't want to die here, at least he shouldn't have died in such an unknown place.

Two people seem to represent two countries, one is running for his life in front, and the other is chasing after him with a pistol. When an opportunity too good to come along, Wolf fired the last bullet of his gun, and the bullet hit the target, sending Wren through the shoulder and affecting his running speed.

Wolf smiled, knowing that his prey could no longer escape, and drew a bloody dagger that he had snatched from another Soviet teenager. Apparently the man didn't need the dagger anymore, because the boy had an extra two-inch-long cut in his throat half an hour ago.

Wren ran alone in the woods, helplessly running. He was already badly wounded in the arm, and the blood of the donation flowed down the arm and fell to the ground, leaving a very clear indication to his enemies. Not far behind Wren, the young Cossack boy named Wolf chased his prey like a leopard.

When Wren fell, the handsome Cossack boy stood in front of Wren with a smirk, and the sharp dagger in his hand could still be seen with dried blood. Wren climbed under a large tree and leaned against the trunk of the tree and gasped for breath, as if every breath was a very luxurious thing for him.

"Wren, you're the only one who can threaten me in this field killing drill, so I've decided to kill you first!" The handsome Cossack boy raised his steel knife as if he were inviting a friend to play a game. Killing people is as common to everyone in this forest as it is to sleep.

"Really, you're too confident......" Wren stared at Wolf, and finally said his first words: "Do you remember the route I ran?

Wolf was stunned for a moment, and then he felt a great danger behind him, and he subconsciously flashed, and the sneak attack of the seriously injured Marcus was missed. Wolf realizes the mistake he has made: he is so focused on hunting down his prey, Wren, that he forgets that there is a half-dead guy who exists.

But it was too late for him to dodge Marcus's hard blow, but he couldn't dodge Wren's dagger from the other direction, and the sharp blade left a deep and glaring wound on Wolf's white face.

That evening, in the setting sun, Wren was pierced in the abdomen with a dagger, and there was a gunshot wound in the shoulder, and the blood from the three men stained a large area of the land. Not far from Wren, a boy with his face covered and screaming fell to the ground like a beast.

"This training ...... I don't think there's any need to go on. Just as the instructor was forcing Wren to kill Marcus, an SS general canceled the killing game: "The Führer read the report on the Wolf Knight project, and he ordered the experiment to be terminated, and all the unfinished experiments were shipped back to Germany." What the SS Panzer Corps needed was not a killer, we needed high-quality commanders at the grassroots level. ”

A few days later, Wren and Marcus stood in the square, along with all the other orphans from Germany, attending their graduation ceremony. A total of 4,000 orphans were sent to the secret training base of the Soviet Union, and now there are only more than 370 people left.

Wren became the first place in the new Wolf Knight Academy because he killed the wolf king Wolfe, and Marcus was lucky to survive to the end - the handsome Cossack boy Wolf in the Soviet Union did not make it to the graduation of that class because of his injured position.

"Do you hate me?" Acardo, looking at the young man who had just recovered from his injuries, asked softly, "I can arrange for you to go home...... At your age, you shouldn't be involved in war. ”

"May I not call you father? Wren finally spoke, and the first thing he said was this.

"Of course...... Accardo nodded, and then continued: "I can give you a sum of compensation in my personal name, the painful experience of you and your companions was caused by my negligence, and I can't make amends for the dead, but I can let the survivors live in the sun." ”

"My Führer, I have killed children and women with my own hands, and if there is anyone in this world who deserves to die in the dark, then I think it is my kind of person. Wren calmly said to Accardo, "But you saved my life, no matter what happened, you saved my life." I did swear to give my life for you—so please send me where I need people like me most, and when the war is over, my life will be my own if I am still alive. ”

"You don't have to do it because I'm the one who made you go through so much pain. Wren Hart...... Between you and me, even if you have to count, I owe you more. Accardo stared at the little boy with a faint freckle on his face and said, "If you want, go home now, your life will always be yours alone." ”

Wren smiled, very brightly: "My Führer, I have spent several years learning how to kill, how to kill with peace of mind. Now that I'm back home, I've been doing things like killing people for the last few years. If I can fight for you, then at least my past sins still have meaning, don't they?"

"......" Accardo looked at the stubborn little boy in front of him, and finally compromised: "General Reinhardt, take this Wren ...... Send it to the 3rd Panzer Division, you don't need any special care, he has had too much special care in the past few years. Give him a tank and let him fight for this country!"

"Yes, my Führer!" replied Reinhardt Heydrich, who had just entered the door, standing upright, raising his arm, and giving a German salute. Then he glanced at the little boy with his back to him, and thoughtfully led the boy out of the Führer's office.

Wren's thoughts were interrupted here, because in front of his eyes, where the Stuka 2 attack aircraft had been blown up in flames, in the dark smoke, a Stalin tank burst out, and a black five-pointed star was painted on the turret of this tank.

"Wren, let's fight!" Wolf gritted his teeth and roared out his inner thoughts in the turret of the Stalin tank—

This chapter gave everyone nearly 1,000 words in vain, because the content of the chapter is relatively long, rest assured that there should be no charge for the extra words that are not full of 1,000 words, so Long Ling is cheeky and asks for a monthly pass!