League of Legends Millennium Warlord

While others were still doing relaxation training, Xia Jie succeeded in getting Xiao Zao through smooth communication and his usual mentality of "doing good things for free".

The so-called Xiaozao is actually just asking for some basic fighting concepts like military boxing. These are vital knowledge related to survival. Xia Jie originally planned to try to learn from Rezino when he was resting at night. I wanted to learn from my husband, but considering that it would waste other people's rest time, Xia Jie kept thinking of finding another way.

If you don't bother others when it's not necessary, you won't bother others.

This is his usual way of doing things.

Just in time, the cold-faced trainer cleaned himself up and brought him up.

After exchanging positive and positive topics about hypnotizing and brainwashing humans, the 'friendly' Petrov was willing to provide 'limited basic fighting guidance' to Xia Jie. The original words were, 'If you are willing to conduct a brainwashing experiment with me. , I can answer a few questions for you. Anyway, there are no idiots coming to me for assessment now. I hope you don’t ask me some questions that can reflect your IQ, otherwise I will feed your waste to the dog...' and other cute words .

After a certain amount of communication, he found that the Mao version of Baldhead 47 did not seem to be a real hard-hearted guy. It was just that his expressions might be a bit stiff and unnatural. Maybe he had killed too many people?

Of course, the premise is not to violate the rules set by the bald head.

This is the rule he summarized for getting along with Petrov.

So, he tentatively asked the first complicated question that came to his mind.

"Trainer, what I want to know is, how to fight? I mean, the kind that can defeat the enemy and keep me alive."

Petrov:…

Realizing that something was wrong with the atmosphere, Xia Jie's face froze slightly.

Seeing that Chartie, who had a face as weak as Miss Jiao, a name as fragile as Miss Jiao, and a body as soft as Miss Jiao, asked such an idiotic question that only Miss Jiao would ask, Petrov forcibly suppressed it. He suppressed his urge to throw the sissy idiot in front of him into the dog pen to relieve the pressure of food, and used Systemma's unique breathing method to calm his inner turmoil.

How on earth did I obsessively agree to this sissy in front of me? Could it be that I have been brainwashed unknowingly?

Sorry, dogs, after all, you just had a meal, and you won’t be hungry for a while anyway. You should be hungry for a few more days.

The dog lover who had suppressed his murderous intention finally came to his senses.

"...Hiss... In ordinary combat, it is to knock down and subdue the enemy. If it is military combat, it is to use all means to permanently eliminate the enemy in the war. No matter what you do, it will be There should be only one purpose and that is to kill your enemy, that's what fighting is all about.

As for how to fight, simply put, use your body, tools, weapons, and any way you can think of to kill your enemy. A stone, a handful of sand, or even your teeth. Just use Properly used, it can be used as a fighting tool to defeat your enemies. "

Xia Jie, who breathed a sigh of relief and realized that the atmosphere was somewhat relaxed, thought for a moment and asked a rather complicated question again.

"If I can only use my bare hands, how can I defeat the enemy if I don't know basic fighting skills?"

The sullen Petrov said calmly.

"Use the environment, use other people, use everything you can use, and then when you lose all your chips, find a knife and stab yourself in the abdomen. By the way, you should know where the abdomen is, right? From here to Pierce it here diagonally and pull it hard, and you will be free soon. By the way, remember to take off your shirt first, otherwise I'm afraid you won't be able to penetrate your clothes. Germans still like people like you very much. I I think you can relieve the stress of German dogs’ lives.”

Xia Jie:......

Pleasant conversations always mean that time is short, and the first training ended quickly. Even 16 people, including Nikolai, who looked pale, failed to pass the relaxation training.

Apart from Xia Jie, only Reznov and Novskovsky's cellmate Joseph passed the test.

Afterwards, Novskovsky quickly asked his roommate for a way to relax. Unfortunately, for some reason, Joseph muttered and refused to say more. In Xia Jie's opinion, it seemed that he was afraid of being beaten.

The hitting training and neurological training programs that were originally geared towards boxers were all canceled and changed to military training.

Shooting training was arranged by Petrov in the large renovated playground on the west side.

Circular steel targets made of steel plates are set up in the venue according to different distance standards. In front of the bunker made of sandbags, the light green weapon box attracts every big man who is eager to communicate with him with his plain face, seemingly revealing but not revealing. within the lid, please The slippery and somewhat sticky Mosin-Nagant rifle carries an icy temperature and fills the surrounding air with the unique fragrance of gun oil. Coupled with the attractive yellow-orange color of the bullet box next to it, many people want to The real man who escaped from prison drooled obscenely.

It is a pity that the ambition of escaping from prison was quickly extinguished by the four Deggarev light machine guns (DP-27 rotary machine guns) set up around him. After the light machine guns, there was the beauty Bobo who was familiar to the old inmates. Shah.

It would be perfect if the beauty's empty eyes were not directed at you.

Looking at the prisoners whose expressions were constantly distorted, a cold look flashed across Petrov's face.

"The great motherland and the great Stalinist leader are willing to give you a glorious opportunity. I hope you know how to cherish it. It is okay for idiots to be stupid, but every idiot has to pay the price for his or her stupidity."

After Petrov finished his lecture with a cold face, Vladimir stepped forward, was silent for a moment, and then shouted loudly to the people who were also silent.

"I believe in our soldiers, just as I believe that the terrible Nazis will never be able to defeat our great motherland!

Every child who is willing to pick up a gun, put on this military uniform, shed blood on a battlefield filled with bullets, and speak of sacrifice and dedication is worthy of trust. I believe in you, just like I believe in my relatives.

Put down the gun! "

After hearing Vladimir's order, the submachine gunner dropped the Bobosha in his hand, and the machine gunner also left his beloved machine gun and stood up with a serious face.

There was a little more emotion in Vladimir's voice.

"I know each of you. I can name all of you. I know that you all have unspeakable difficulties in coming here. I understand, but I understand even more when you see your compatriots die. During the massacre, the anger and unwillingness in your hearts, when those who speak the same language as you and are helpless When the unarmed compatriots were mercilessly killed by the hot muzzles, when those soldiers who also had wives and daughters used their frail bodies to hold anti-tank mines and resist the black steel torrent for the sake of the motherland, in your hearts Your hatred is enough to burn the whole world, and your madness makes you want to drink the blood of Germans!

You are no different from us, because we are all a family, growing up on the same land, eating the same food, speaking the same language, shouting the same words to our mothers..."

Amidst the suppressed anger of everyone, Vladimir said loudly.

"If anyone wants to leave Novis and escape the future battlefield, you can leave now! I promise! I will never be held accountable! Because you are not soldiers yet, you still have the right to choose!

Leave from here, and the muzzle and flames will have nothing to do with you from now on..."

After being silent for less than a second, the eighteen silent prisoners suddenly exploded, like chili peppers thrown into a frying pan, and everyone vented their fiery emotions loudly with red faces.

"Asshole! Are you looking down on us?"

"Old boy, don't think that I won't dare to punch you because you are wearing a military uniform! Do you believe that I can punch your shit out with one punch?"

"Now that we have said this, who the hell is not a man who pees standing up? Fuck those German devils to death! Let those executioners have a taste of our power! Whoever leaves here will be looked down upon for the rest of his life!"

"His grandma's! Who touched my butt while you were in trouble? Why don't you let me touch it back quickly? Novskov! Did you, an old boy, touch it!?"

"Fart! I'm going to touch your smelly ass that doesn't get washed once in a hundred years?"

"Damn it, you want to fight?"

"I'm afraid of you, I'm your fucking grandson!"

"If you have the guts, come and kill the Germans with me! Let's see who can kill more!"

"Take it easy, take it easy, ah~"

"..."

Listening to the curses, roars and incomprehensible agitation in front of him, his wife and daughter who were insulted and executed by the German army flashed in front of him. Vladimir wiped the moist corners of his eyes and stared affectionately at the angry faces in front of him. .

Although his wife and daughter are dead, he still has his family and countless relatives.

Relatives share the same anger as him.

Anger at the intruder.

His country, his countrymen, never let him down.

Never.

Germans, you mustaches, don't even think about destroying this great country.

As long as one person is still alive, as long as one person can still pick up a gun, as long as one person can still breathe.

This war will never end.

Absolutely not!

Feeling the murderous aura and tenderness boiling around him, Xia Jie's blood boiled as he stared blankly at the shocking scene in front of him.

If this was on the anti-Japanese battlefield, would those hunched, cold and hungry soldiers also use this kind of consciousness and momentum to defeat the terrible Tsinghua Japanese army again and again with their own will and flesh and blood?

No matter which country you are in, there will always be a group of people who may come from different places, may have different hobbies, or may have different life experiences.

When they get together, they have one more thing in common.

They will fight to the death for the same country and the same nation. They regard their compatriots as relatives. This is the nation, and it is also the inheritance of blood and will.

At this moment, Xia Jie is willing to immerse himself in the passionate patriotism of everyone and become an insignificant part of it, even if this is not his motherland.

Petrov wrapped himself in a military green coat, withdrew his gaze from the boiling crowd, and focused on the political commissar in front of him, refusing to leave for a long time.

"For you, no matter how dirty my hands are, I will still be able to laugh and cry after I die..."

"Remember! What you have in your hands is not a gun, but your life! It is your only support on the battlefield!

Even if you stop breathing in the next second, don't abandon the gun in your hand, only she can give you the qualification to continue breathing!

I have demonstrated the basic operation steps. You will have ten minutes to get familiar with the rifle in your hand. You will have live-fire shooting training in ten minutes! "

Petrov's voice in his ear was still cold, as if he was owed 800 yuan. Feeling the cold rifle in his hand, Xia Jie once again realized that he was not in a peaceful and safe motherland, but struggling to survive in the smoke of World War II.

The thing in his hand was not a toy gun that fired BB bullets or water bullets, but a weapon used to kill people.

Things that are rare in peacetime were easily delivered to him by others. Feeling the heavy weight in his hand, Xia Jie still felt at a loss even though he had made mental preparations.

Perhaps tomorrow, he will Use the rifle in your hand to wipe out a living life.

Is this really the life you want?

In the past, in front of the computer, I clicked the mouse with a smile on my face, calmly watching the blood flowers and killing prompts on the screen, and even fantasized about going to the war world in the computer to experience the fun of shooting.

It seems that I have always deliberately ignored an unavoidable problem. I can't even bear to step on an ant to death, but now I really got a murder weapon...

Thinking of this, Xia Jie felt a little cold.

"I remember that Chinese people are very smart, Xiaerjie, didn't you understand the instructions of the training officer? He won't give you too much time. ”

Unlike the others who were playing with their rifles, Reznov casually carried the gun on his shoulder. He seemed to have seen some abnormal inmates, frowned and walked over slowly.

Coming back to his senses, Xia Jie fixed his wandering eyes on the bearded face and forced a smile, his tone a little weak.

“This... Brother Reznov, I still don’t know how to use this thing...”

“Watch it, I’ll show you.”

Putting the rifle on his shoulder back in his hand, pointing to the magazine in front of the trigger guard, Reznov skillfully pulled the bolt and released the locked state of the rifle.

“After loading the bullet, rotate and pull here to complete the bolt lock, then aim the crosshairs on the barrel at your shooting target, and then pull the trigger to complete the trigger. ” (End of this chapter)