The tenth company commander looked at Rozim lying on the ground, then laughed and said:
"Although he was embarrassed when he was unconscious, he was very handsome when he waved his knife."
The tense nerve burst out, and all the candidates began to laugh, and Soshiyan heard him laughing in surprise.
But the tenth company commander's gaze quickly calmed them down.
"I'm telling the truth. He is stronger than all of you, that is, even when facing invincible power, he has the courage to swing his sword!"
Then he gently kicked Rozim on the ground with his feet.
"Okay, stop pretending, get up."
Rozim shrank his neck and got up from the ground in a hurry.
"Are you convinced?"
"I'm convinced."
"Just accept it, everyone! Come with me immediately, your trial will begin soon!"
The scene back then flashed in front of Soshiyang like a revolving lantern, vividly remembering.
After a long silence, he sighed softly.
"The Tenth Company Commander really liked you back then."
Rozim lowered his head and looked at the photo in his hand. He cried very rarely. Tears as big as beans fell on the photo and fell into countless pieces.
"I... failed him."
"It's not your fault that the transformation failed, it's just...ah."
Soshyan stood up, walked to Rozim, and placed his hand on the other person's shoulder.
"There are few brothers left from Obsidian. Rozim, I am not going to blame you or scold you. I just hope you can protect yourself. I also know your temper. I just don't want me to look around one day and find that I am already alone... Remember, we are always brothers. Whether you are Astart or not, don't embarrass your past. The food you cook has nourished the stomachs and souls of all warriors, and let them understand that there is a place called home in the dark galaxy."
As he said that, Soshiyang sat back on his chair and smiled:
"Do you remember the first time we met? That canteen battle."
Rozim put the photo on the table, rubbed the tears on his face, and laughed.
"Why don't you remember? Although my memory is not as good as before, I can't forget this."
Looking at Rozim's smiling face, Soshiyan's memory was pulled back a hundred years ago-
As soon as Soshiyang walked into the cafeteria, he found it was very lively inside.
It is logical that it should be very quiet during lunch, and everyone can't even speak during meals.
But today is different.
"Kill him! Kill this bastard!"
The hungry candidates shouted, and several people were fighting together, knocking over the wooden table and sprinkling the hot porridge on the ground.
When Soshyan asked, he found out that Rozim was queuing up to a candidate named Aksai and Nade while scooping porridge. Aksai's bowl was overturned and the two young men were splashed with food.
The key is that Rozim is in a bad position but has a bad attitude, and even blames Aksey for not having eyes.
Weeks of hunger and hard training made the anger rise, and the two men instantly got angry and punched Rozim.
How could Rozim be the one who didn't fight back? He immediately started fighting one-on-two.
But this is not the worst. Soshiyan was called just now because the candidates had just divided the team, and he was the team leader. As for his team members-
The three who are fighting now are the ones.
Soshyan couldn't help but curse, and there was no other choice. If no one intervened, Aksey and Nade seemed to be happy to beat Rozim to death, and Rozim would have a high probability of twisting one of them off.
No one else seemed to want to mediate, they were all busy cheering.
"Stop!"
Soshyan rushed forward, and he jumped onto a bench and jumped up with a table as a springboard.
The weight of his body and the kinetic energy of his jumping led him to join the fight. The moment he landed, he quickly clamped Aksai and Nade's neck with his arms and pressed them to the ground.
At this time his strength and physique showed an overwhelming advantage.
Rozim was also knocked away and his head hit the hard floor of the hall.
But Aksai was extremely fast and immediately broke free from Soshiyan and waved his fists.
In desperation, Soshiyang had no choice but to kick and hit the opponent's chin.
Aksey stumbled backwards, and he stumbled into another table, with food and porridge spilling everywhere.
"You bastard! I'm not full yet!"
A strong candidate whom Soshyan didn't know stood up angrily, holding a spoon in his hand, then jumped over the table to attack him.
Soshiyang was also annoyed. He felt that he was very lucky during this period and had almost never encountered any good things.
"If you are unhappy, come and get beaten!!"
Soshiyang roared, knocking him down with a punch under his chin, but the man's friend was obviously not happy about it and ran over to start the attack.
Suddenly, there seemed to be a signal and everyone started to fight.
The emotions have reached the point of explosion. For some specific reasons, bowls of porridge have begun to splash everywhere.
The bench was broken by some candidates as a temporary weapon. The candidates attacked each other in anger, and everyone began to fight for their own battles.
Somehow, Suoshiyang suddenly heard the green skin and had a kind of behavior called "Big Fuck".
In formal military terms, this kind of thing is called camp whistle, especially in the Star Army's new camp, mainly because the continuous cruel training and strict disciplines have caused the soldiers' emotions to be squeezed for a long time.
This is also why there is always a shortage of bars and brothels around the Astral Army's garrison.
But their Astat, here is a monastery fortress, and candidates can only overcome it with day after day prayer and meditation, but they are not Astat after all.
"Damn it."
Soshyan stepped back and hit someone, his waving fists were ready to strike, but he saw that the man was Rozim.
The barbarian seemed to be ready to hit him, but he shrugged and stopped after seeing who he was.
"Do not!"
He suddenly shouted, and Soshiyang hurriedly lay on the ground, barely avoiding a chair flying over his head.
After that, Soshiyang didn't even look at it, kicked out his foot. The person who attacked him was kicked in the crotch and let out a high-frequency scream. Then he rolled away to the side and avoided the boots that a man kicked out, and found himself rolling under a table and briefly took off from the vortex of the fight.
There was a lot of crazy outside, roaring, and painful humming filled the air, and blood splattered to the ground.
But in a strange sense, they seemed to be enjoying it again, and getting up and fighting was also a good way to make these young men vent their anger.
Suddenly, a body hit him, Soshiyang turned around and saw that Rozim had also rolled into the bottom of the table. The initiator of the big mess was now bruised and swollen, and he no longer had his previous majesty.