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"Second lieutenant, what is the skill of being beaten?"
asked a black teenager timidly.
Second Lieutenant Ron nodded, and said: "Good question, being beaten is also a science. When fighting, injuries and beatings are unavoidable. How to minimize your injuries requires an understanding of the situation and your body. Sufficient cognition. Only when you grasp these points, you will understand what it means to avoid the important and ignore the minor. Let me give you the simplest example... "
He walked to an iron bed, which was stained with blood. A young girl lay naked on it, motionless, with a few bright red welts left on her left ear and even her cheek. The girl was actually beaten to death by the instructor. Ron pulled the body to the ground without mercy, turned the girl's head aside, pointed to the ear and said, "You see, this is the one who won't protect herself." The end. Compared with the head and ears, her arms can obviously withstand more and greater injuries. As long as she knows how to protect her head with her hands, the worst end is that her arms are injured, not As for losing your own life!"
"Take the arm again, if you stab it down with a knife..." Ron beckoned to the instructor behind him, and immediately handed a dagger to his hand. He raised the knife and drew it on the shoulder of the corpse's arm: "Look, the muscles and fat here are relatively thicker. If you cut it, it will break the skin and let the blood out. But it will be different if you cut it here it's..."
The knife flashed in his hand, this time it cut at the artery of the wrist. In the corpse that had just died, the blood hadn't had time to coagulate and precipitate, so a blood arrow flew out, splashing Ron's head and face. He wiped his face indifferently, and said with a sinister smile, "Have you seen it clearly now? If you want to live, you little bastards, you must first start by understanding yourself. Only in this way will you know which one to choose when facing an attack." You can survive if you get hit on the part, which one is easier to die!"
Then Ron used the girl's body as a teaching material, and used a dagger to give a live lecture on anatomy to these boys and girls. When the class was over, the girl's body was completely shattered, and even the internal organs were taken out. The barracks was filled with a strong smell of blood, and the instructors were all expressionless, but nine out of ten of these older children vomited even bile.
Allen didn't vomit, he had seen bloodier than this. It's just that his face was pale, and Ron's expression of not taking the girl's body seriously made him feel uncomfortable. After all, he was still a living person a few minutes ago.
Ron looked at these children with satisfaction, and asked the instructor to write down the numbers of the boys who did not vomit. He saw Alan, walked over and said, "You're very nice, boy. I noticed you, you are more agile and alert than these other little guys. Tell me, what's your name?"
"Alan."
"Okay, Alan. Let me guess, your father was a hunter?"
"No, I don't have a father. My mother died when I was 5 years old," Allen replied.
This would surprise even Ron. If the skills of the white-haired boy were not taught by his parents, then it is very likely that he figured them out by himself. He needs to find out the skills to survive, which can only show that he has lived in the wild for many years. Thinking of this, Ron became more interested in him.
"I like you, Ellen. So you see, live as long as you can.
later. "He patted Allen on the shoulder hard, almost breaking Allen's arm.
When Second Lieutenant Ron walked out of the barracks, he returned to his office and asked an instructor to bring Alan's information. Comparing the number on the information, Ron laughed dryly: "It seems that someone is planning to play tricks under my nose."
According to the data, the boy numbered 666 should be named Beth, not the current Alan. Moreover, this Bess also has a father who runs a mine, which is even more different from Alan's situation. Ron called an instructor, threw the document in front of his eyes and said, "Who brought this kid here?"
The instructor quickly replied, "It's Lewin, second lieutenant."
"Very good, call me Lewin."
In the barracks, two soldiers brought some wound medicine for the children to apply to heal their wounds. After Alan applied the ointment, he took out the handbook that was handed out earlier and read it. Before he was 5 years old, Lanny taught him many things, the most important of which was to recognize words. In this barracks, most of the children couldn't understand what was written in the manual, but Alan could get a rough idea.
The death arena is a product of the Daybreak War. The federal government established on a land full of ruins organized such a competition in order to let future generations remember this war, and let future generations know the importance of survival. . At the beginning, the death ring was only held on the floating island. Later, due to the surge in population, countless people were driven to the surface.
Coupled with the passage of time, and the increasingly serious contradiction between the floating island and the surface, the qualifications for the death arena were placed on the surface. Every two years, the system will automatically select federal citizens from the 22 administrative regions on the surface. Most of them are teenagers aged ten to fifteen, who have been trained and eliminated. In the end, only one person from each district can participate, and a total of 22 people will fight for their lives in a designated area on Babylon Floating Island.
Winners will receive multiple rewards. These include weapons and equipment, start-up funds, and official residence rights on floating islands. There are many lucky ones who are favored by a wealthy family and absorbed as their collateral children, who will gain more resources and promotion opportunities.
More importantly, the winner also has a privilege to designate 5 to 10 immediate family members to move to the floating island together. This is undoubtedly a huge temptation for surface residents.
In short, the death ring is an important opportunity for surface citizens to change their destiny. The premise is that you have to survive, and live to the end!
Just after reading the manual, I heard a pig-killing cry from outside. Allen and the other children crowded into the windows. On the square outside the window, a fat man was tied up. Second Lieutenant Ron whipped the fat man with a whip. Allen said "Hey", he recognized the fat man. That was the military official who colluded with Hearn and asked him to take part in the death ring instead of Hearn's son.
At this time, an instructor walked into the barracks and shouted: "No. 666 is out!"
Allen came out and brought the instructor to the square. After Lieutenant Ron took the last whip, the fat man was already covered in blood, with his head drooping, and he didn't know whether he was in a coma or dead. Ron, who had just finished pumping someone, had a ferocious face, and his murderous aura was released uncontrollably. He stood in front of Allen, the boy's face became even paler, but he straightened his back without saying a word.
Ron restrained his murderous aura slightly, and said, "I've already checked, and the number shouldn't belong to you. The pig Levin also confessed that he took benefits from others.
I hate it when someone challenges my IQ, this fat pig, and Hearn's family will all die! "
"As for you..." Ron said: "You can choose again, whether to stay and continue to participate in training. Or choose to leave? It's rare for me to be merciful, so you'd better seize the opportunity."
Allen bit his lip, raised the brochure and shook it: "I want to know, is it true? I mean those rewards."
"It's true." Ron took a towel from the instructor and wiped his hands, then looked up at the sky with his hands on his hips: "Although now, the death ring has changed under the operation of those nobles. But there is one thing What remains unchanged is that its rewards are still rich, rich enough to change the fate of people."
"Then I choose to stay." Allen gritted his teeth.
Ron lowered his head and squinted his eyes: "Why? If it's those brats in the barracks, they would like to get out of this hell. Believe me, I have been extra tolerant today, and your life will only get harder and harder in the future."
Allen shook his head, he looked at the second lieutenant, his bright red pupils were extremely calm, but also extremely cold: "Because I need to change my destiny, so that I have the strength to find some people to settle some accounts!"
Ron stared at Allen, who did not look away. After a while, the second lieutenant nodded and said: "Well, since you voluntarily stay in hell, I hope you are ready to turn yourself into a devil. Otherwise, you will definitely not survive."
After letting Allen go back, Ron said to the instructor next to him: "I like this kid more and more. He has goals in his eyes, just like a wolf ready to hunt. If he can live to the end, then I will really help him." His prey is sad."
The instructor sneered, his expression a little unnatural. After all, anyone who is familiar with Ron knows that being liked by him is not a good thing.
Four o'clock in the morning is the time for good dreams. Suddenly a sharp whistle sounded outside the barracks, and Allen immediately opened his eyes and jumped off the iron rail, then rushed to the nearest window with a stride, and turned directly out of the window. He slept with his clothes on and didn't even take off his shoes. And many teenagers took off their clothes for comfort. Hearing the whistle at this moment, the smarter ones simply ran out of the barracks without any clothes on, while some unresponsive ones were still struggling to put on their clothes.
In just 10 seconds, Allen was the first to reach the playground. Then a dozen or so other teenagers came in no particular order. They were dressed in neat camp uniforms, and they obviously didn't take off their clothes to sleep. The third group arrived were seven or eight kids wearing only a pair of pants, and those who were a few beats behind ended up with only five who made it to the time limit.
As soon as the 15 seconds were up, the wolves and tigers of the instructors rushed into the barracks, and then there was the whistling of whips and the screams of teenagers. Each of the four teenagers who hadn't had time to run out of the barracks received five lashes. The instructor mercilessly whipped them bloody, and then drove them out.
Looking at the four bleeding teenagers, the others shuddered. Ron said calmly: "This is the first time I made a mistake. I gave them five lashes each as a reminder. Their numbered instructors will write it down. If they make it again, the punishment will be doubled. And so on until they Until you make no more mistakes. Or, become a dead man."
"Okay, run for me, you brats. Run around the playground and don't stop until I tell you to stop, understand?"
"clear!"
The teenagers responded in unison.
(end of this chapter)