"What's the noise? Are you uncomfortable? Then I'll ...... Find you and your friends something to do! ”

Captain Kate, the female instructor, shouted:

"Missing ears, leading dogs, short female soldiers, and carrying newspapers, aren't the four of you getting along very well, staying together all day like glue?

Just form a team, just call it the rookie squad, I order your rookie squad to search the barn in the west to make sure there are no fish that slip through the net, please reply if you understand. ”

"Yes, sir!"

Muller responded loudly and gave a standard Solan-style military salute, his voice and movements sonorous and powerful, in stark contrast to the lazy militia of other military disciplines.

"Oh, that's good."

Captain Kate cast an approving glance at Mueller;

"Private Muller, your spirit is quite good, not much worse than our imperial soldiers,

Do a good job, boy Solan, if you make meritorious service, you will be promoted to a first-class soldier, and I will write to recommend you to go to Marshal Andy's Solan regular army, and then you will receive an annuity subsidy. ”

"Thank you, Ms. Kate!" Muller walked towards the barn with his rifle in hand, and the other three followed, and before he knew it, he had become the leader of the squad.

"Instructor Kate even praised people, I thought she would only scold and beat people, Mueller, amazing!" The little wildcat gave him a thumbs up.

"Let's work together, I want to train Lucky Star to be a military dog." Doug smiled at him as well, and even the big dog barked happily.

One ear was bursting with the usual negative emotions, and he lowered his head and muttered quietly:

"You kid can fucking make a fool of yourself, and you really think you're a soldier? Hey, don't be stupid! Dude, those cunning Valstayans just want us Solans to be cannon fodder! ”

Muller, however, still insisted on his opinion: "Passive fighting can only make the Valstans look down on us, we are fighting for ourselves, for the glory of the Solans." ”

"Hey, whatever you want, we don't have a choice anyway!"

One ear kicked open the wooden door of the barn, and a lot of broken leaves and dust fell from the roof, and he shouted into the black hole in the barn, "Hello, is there anyone?" ”

"Are you an idiot? Hush! Be quiet! Beware of ambushes! Mueller led the way, keeping his voice and footsteps as low as possible.

"What is there to be afraid of, you will be slaughtered when you encounter it." One ear ignored the dissuasion and went straight into the depths.

"Stupid! Dangerous! The little wildcat covered his back, and the darkness of the environment disturbed her;

"It's so dark, why doesn't this barn even have a window?"

"There was a window from the outside, but it was blocked by a stack of straw, and I went to open it." Müeller walked over to a large bundle of square straw stacks, stepped on a wooden bench, stood on tiptoe, and picked it with a bayonet, and the straw that got in the way fell,

A whole row of rudimentary shutters made of wooden planks was revealed, and the dark barn was instantly brighter.

The four of them continued to walk deeper, and the golden retriever dog Lucky Star suddenly barked wildly and wanted to pounce.

Fortunately, Doug had re-tied the collar for it, held it with a hemp rope, and worked hard with both hands to hold Lucky Star and not let it escape.

"Doug, what's wrong with your dog?" Mueller asked.

"It must have smelled something to make it so manic, we better be careful."

"I smell blood, I smell it too." With one ear lowering his gun and walking to the front, he suddenly stopped and beckoned to the other three, pointing his finger at the corner of the straw stack.

A small puddle of blood flowed from around the corner, and Lucky Star screamed even louder.

"I know you're there, don't be clever! Lay down your arms and raise your hands in surrender! Mueller shouted, but received no response.

The sound of a hammer being wrenched from behind the straw stack;

"That guy is going to shoot! Cover me! ”

Muller had already rushed forward as he spoke, and he wisely did not choose to attack head-on, but stabbed through the straw stack with his bayonet, and a bitter wail came from the opposite side:

"Oops!"

The man hiding in the corner fell, and his rifle fell to the side.

Fallen was a middle-aged man, dressed in a Voodoo cathar uniform, with a gunshot wound to his thigh and a knife wound on the side of his stomach that Mueller had just stabbed with a bayonet, his mouth wide open and he was breathing heavily.

"If you want to live, stop resisting! Don't do anything stupid! ”

Müller stared at the wounded soldier's hand, and when he saw that he wanted to touch the butt, he walked up quickly and kicked his rifle away;

"Search him and see if there are any other weapons!"

The other three all cowered in the corner, not daring to step forward.

The little wild cat was trembling with fright, his big eyes staring at the blood on the bayonet, and Doug was still struggling to pull the dog,

The most incredible, one ear that usually likes to brag about its ferocity actually cringed,

After all, this is not a fight in a slum tavern, but a bloody fight to the death.

Mueller shook his head in disappointment, it was hopeless to rely on his companions, so he had to search his body himself,

"Don't move!" He crouched down, with a rifle in one hand, pointed the muzzle of the wounded soldier's head, and searched his pocket with the other,

"Bang!" With a bang, a dagger was found and thrown into the distance.

By this time, the wounded soldier's consciousness had begun to blur, his eyes were closed, his eyelids were covered with sweat, and he was muttering something in his mouth;

"Dark Sect ...... My lord...... I'm going to...... Slay...... Heretic ......"

Halfway through the sentence, the wounded soldier's face became extremely distorted, apparently due to pain.

"It's hopeless, he's dying, he's losing too much blood." The little wildcat said.

"This guy wants to set up an ambush, take our lives, kill him, Muller ......" One ear did not dare to make a move, and began to encourage his companions.

"He's in pain, give him a good time." Doug echoed the words.

Muller, who has never spoken much, became the only man of action in the quartet,

"Since you're all agreeing, I'm ...... Got ......"

Mueller gritted his teeth and stomped his feet, and was ruthless,

He aimed his bayonet at the wounded soldier's neck and tried to give him a fatal blow, but at that moment, the other man suddenly stopped moving.

Lucky Star the big dog stopped barking, and Doug mustered his courage to reach over to test the wounded soldier's snort, then shook his head;

"He's dead."

The four of them all breathed a sigh of relief, and Muller noticed that his shirt was soaked with sweat, and he felt very guilty in his heart;

(I hesitate to face a wounded soldier who is powerless to resist, what will I do in the face of real battles in the future?) My weakness will kill everyone...... I have to pick myself up and be strong! ）

One ear, which was still cowering just now, suddenly came to his senses, and he walked over and kicked at the corpse:

"Damn cultists, you dare to plot against Uncle Ben!"

"Woohoo!" Lucky Star began barking again, and Doug was alert;

"Wait...... I smell gunpowder, there is a sizzling sound, do you hear it? ”

A spherical object rolled around the other corner in front of him, with a glow on it, and Doug looked at it with a frightened start:

"Grenade! The fuse is running out and it's going to explode! ”

He was frightened, and he didn't care about the others, so he led the dog and ran towards the door, but he tripped over a pitchfork on the ground and fell on his stomach.

The little wild cat and one ear were half a beat slower to react and didn't have time to run away.

Müller was the calmest, he did not run away alone, but in a flash of inspiration, he covered the body with a flaming grenade, kicked it again to the top of the straw, and then lay on the ground.

"Lie down! Beware of the fragments! ”

"Boom!"

The loud explosion nearly tore through his eardrums, and Mueller felt his surroundings suddenly become quiet;

(Am I deaf?) He thought.