Two hundred and sixtieth chapters the heart of accepting disciples
He Zhenzhong stared at the screen and suddenly stood up, "The battle is over. Baidu search"
On the screen, the Alpha special forces soldier had rushed in front of the thin Chinese soldier.
When it first came out, a cold light appeared.
The thin Chinese soldier did not dodge, with a bright smile on his face. He opened his right hand full of blood, and a grenade dyed red with blood appeared.
The Alpha special forces soldier was obviously stunned, with fear in his eyes, and he quickly stamped his feet and turned around.
But, it's too late.
boom.
On the screen, a ball of fire rose up, completely covering the Alpha special forces soldier and the thin Chinese soldier.
What? A group of female soldiers were all stunned, with incredible expressions on their faces.
Many other members of the special operations team also had their eyes widened. They never expected it to be such an ending. From the beginning, they did not think that the thin Chinese soldier could win. In the end, he did not win either.
, but died together with the enemy.
When the smoke dissipated, everyone looked at the thin figure sitting on the ground, panting heavily. Everyone said nothing, but there was an extra respect in their hearts. Such a hard-working soldier had won their pride.
The respect of special forces.
The Alpha special forces soldier had a face full of helplessness. He never thought that he would be killed. He shook his head, smiled bitterly, and stared at the Chinese soldiers who died with him, with a look of admiration in his eyes.
, no wonder China has risen so fast in recent years. With such soldiers, it is difficult for a country to become strong or not.
"I know him." Zidian, who was sitting aside, spoke.
He Zhenzhong turned his head and looked at Zidian, "Tell me."
"He came to participate in the selection and assessment of our Siberian Tigers, but he seemed to have suffered a serious illness when he was a child, resulting in poor physical fitness. Therefore, he worked hard and worked hard, but he still failed..." Zidian sighed,
"What a pity."
The people around who heard Zidian's voice shook their heads, with pity on their faces. Such a bloody soldier turned out to be inherently deficient. Alas, they all gave up the idea of ​​recruiting him.
He Zhenzhong kept staring at the thin figure on the screen, turned his head and said to Zidian: "You are familiar with him here, take me to meet him."
"God of Death, you?" Zidian looked at He Zhenzhong doubtfully.
"I'm thinking that since he is so desperate, maybe we should give him a chance. If he is born short, he will make up for it the day after tomorrow." He Zhenzhong said slowly, but the scene of him playing in the ring at the Warrior School appeared in his mind. No one would
He thought he could win, but when he traded injuries for his life and killed several people in a row, he won.
The scene where the thin Chinese soldier on the screen was touching his head with his shoulder just now moved him. That guy was very similar to his character, so he decided to give him a chance.
He was even thinking that if he could keep persisting and working hard like this, then it wouldn't be a bad idea for him to accept him as his apprentice.
Zidian stood up and glanced at He Zhenzhong, "Come with me."
He Zhenzhong nodded, then nodded to Situ Lingfeng and the others, "You guys go on, I'll go with Zidian."
Half an hour later.
Shenyang Military Region, Military Region General Hospital.
In the ward.
"Nonsense, this is a drill. If you do this, what kind of trouble will you cause? I wonder if you can afford it?"
The thin Chinese soldier had already taken care of his injuries. He stood at attention in front of the hospital bed and was being lectured by a captain and company commander in front of him.
"Report, the exercise is a war, I'm just trying my best."
"Desperately? You almost lost your life, but you still fight so hard. Hmph." The captain's face was filled with anger, "So many leaders are staring at you, but you still have the guts to mess with me. Do you think you are a special forces soldier? You have the ability to follow me?
Is there a one-on-one challenge? Humph, when you get back, you can report to the cooking class for me."
The face of the thin Chinese soldier showed a look of deep dejection and disappointment, "Yes."
Crunch.
The ward door was pushed open.
The captain turned around and saw He Zhenzhong and Zidian. He quickly raised his hand and saluted, "Hello, chief."
He Zhenzhong returned the military salute and then walked directly to the thin soldier.
"Hello, Chief."
"Tell me, do you want to go to the cooking class?"
A trace of stubbornness flashed in the guy's eyes, he shook his head and said loudly: "Report, I don't want to."
The face of the company commander next to him suddenly changed.
"Very good." He Zhenzhong nodded, looked him up and down, and asked, "Aren't you afraid of pain? Tell the truth."
"I'm afraid of reporting, but I'm more afraid of that guy being alive, because if he's alive, more of our people will die. So, I have to fight hard."
He Zhenzhong nodded, reached out and patted his shoulder, "Very good. Now, I'll give you a chance to join our Death Squadron. If you can pass the training and assessment I set, then you can join us.
"
The guy was obviously stunned and stared straight at He Zhenzhong with an incredible look on his face.
The captain and company commander were also dumbfounded. Such a stupid big-headed soldier was actually recruited by a special force? Although he had never heard of the Death Special Forces, the name was not simple at first.
"Really? But my physical fitness..." He looked a little sad.
"Your fate is up to you. If you choose to succumb to fate, then I am not here today."
The guy's body trembled, he looked at He Zhenzhong, gritted his teeth, and suddenly said loudly: "Report to the chief, I want to go."
"That's right." | He Zhenzhong smiled slightly and nodded to him, "During this period, you should first recuperate, transfer orders, procedures and other matters, and we will take care of them."
"yes."
He Zhenzhong turned around and looked at the captain and company commander, "I know what you were worried about before, but if a soldier loses his blood and original intention, then he is no longer a qualified soldier."
The captain and company commander's face turned red and he lowered his head in shame.
"Walk."
He Zhenzhong and Zidian left the hospital.
Before he returned to the viewing hall, he was stopped by a communications soldier from the Shenyang Military Region. He said that there was an urgent call from the Southeast Military Region Headquarters and asked him to come over immediately.