The female military doctor from before was carefully treating He Zhenzhong's wounds, with a confused look in her eyes. Although He Zhenzhong did not have a tall figure like a white or black man, He Zhenzhong had a well-proportioned figure, sharp muscles, sharp outlines, and was full of strength but also with a sense of
It has a soft texture like water, giving people a very comfortable feeling.
Thinking of the previous scene in the ring, where He Zhenzhong was covered in blood, holding his head, and suppressing everyone in the audience. Those crazy eyes, that indifferent expression, everything was so touching, the female military doctor suddenly felt that she
My heart beat faster again. This middle-aged man is really too manly and too heroic.
"Aren't you afraid of pain?" she asked softly.
"Afraid."
"Aren't you afraid of death?"
"Afraid."
The female military doctor's face was full of doubts, "Before that."
"Because I have no choice." He Zhenzhong looked at the blond, blue-eyed, young and beautiful female military doctor and smiled slightly, "If you understand Chinese culture, you will know that some things are more important than life."
When she was indifferent, she would kill several people without even frowning, but now she is so gentle and has a warm smile. Is this the person who won the title? The female military doctor tilted her head, thought for a while, and then said: "Well, I will do it if I have time."
To understand. If I don’t understand, can I go to you and ask for advice?”
He Zhenzhong was obviously taken aback, then nodded, put on his military uniform, stood up, and said, "Thank you."
"You're welcome." The female military doctor stared directly at He Zhenzhong's face, her face slightly red.
Until He Zhenzhong left the infirmary, the female military doctor was still standing there.
"Why, do you like that Chinese guy?" A male doctor came over.
The female military doctor obviously inherited the open and bold style of Europeans and Americans. She nodded, covered her chest with her hands, and murmured softly, "Yes, I found that I have begun to like him. He is brave and strong, cold-blooded yet warm.
Ru’s middle-aged man.”
The male doctor glanced at He Zhenzhong's figure with jealousy. This female military doctor was the most beautiful girl here, and she was from a noble family. She was the dream girl of many people. Many of them had pursued her, but they all failed. He
Unexpectedly, He Zhenzhong had only been here for two days, but he would already be attracted by this female military doctor.
What's so good about that middle-aged man? He doesn't understand.
After leaving the infirmary, He Zhenzhong returned directly to the training ground.
"Report"
Chief Instructor Crocodile turned back, looked at He Zhenzhong, frowned, "Is it okay?"
"Report, okay."
"Very good. As expected of the God of Death, he dares to risk his life." The crocodile glanced at He Zhenzhong appreciatively and said in a deep voice: "Return to the team."
"yes."
Seeing He Zhenzhong running over, wrapped in white gauze, the faces of the Little Devils were ugly, with a strong cold murderous intent in their eyes, because He Zhenzhong killed their teammates not long ago.
"All of you, stand at attention."
Swish.
"Take a break."
The principal of the Warrior School came to the front and said in a deep voice: "We are now conducting formations, and all future training and tasks will be conducted in groups."
After saying that, he reached out to take the list handed over by the crocodile and read: "The first team, captain Death, team members, Yamamoto Shoichi, Kaelonni, and Ramanuja will go out."
Everyone was not surprised that He Zhenzhong could become the captain, because his strength was there. However, the names of the following team members surprised everyone. Japanese, Indonesian, Indian, Filipino, you know,
He Zhenzhong just killed these people's teammates.
"Report, I request to change the team."
Chief Instructor Crocodile walked over and flew up with one kick.
boom.
Yamamoto Masaru flew out all of a sudden and fell to the ground with a look of pain on his face.
"Here, you just need to obey and have no say. If you don't obey, roll up your flag and get out."
"Yes." Yamamoto Masaichi wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and stood up. But his eyes were staring at He Zhenzhong, but they were full of an inexplicable provocation. He would never obey the Chinese's command.
Soon, the grouping was completed.
The principal waved his hand, "That's it for today. Each team will bring them back to get familiar with each other."
Everyone dispersed, and Chief Instructor Crocodile came to the principal, "Principal, the first team, is it..."
The principal waved his hand and interrupted the crocodile. He glanced at the crocodile and said slowly: "The purpose of our warrior school is to train them to become a real iron-blooded soldier. I know they have hatred and they are not convinced. But, they are
Soldiers, obey the command of the country. If one day, their country has to face a common enemy and fight together, will they have to fight to the death first, and then fight the enemy?"
After a pause, he continued: "Similarly, this is also a test for the assassin. If he can even defeat his enemies, then I believe that he will definitely be able to become a general in the future."
"I understand, principal."
"Go ahead and prepare some fun show for them tonight."
"yes."
At the same time, the first team dormitory.
The seven team members were sitting on their respective chuang bunks, and they all glanced at He Zhenzhong coldly and provocatively from time to time.
He Zhenzhong stood in the middle of the dormitory, frowning, staring at the seven guys, and said in English: "I think we should talk."
"Huh." Yamamoto Masaichi snorted, fell down, pulled the quilt and covered his head.
Indonesia's Kaelonni and India's Ramanuja all made the same move. The other four guys were a little better, but they all had obviously disdainful looks on their faces.
"Everyone, stand up." He Zhenzhong suddenly shouted loudly.
All seven people were frightened.
"I'll count to three, otherwise don't blame me for being rude." He Zhenzhong snorted coldly: "One."
"two."
Several people looked at each other, and then at He Zhenzhong's indifference. Thinking of his previous methods in the ring, they hesitated for a few times, but still chose to stand up.
Only Yamamoto Shoichi was still lying on the chuang, continuing to cover his head with the quilt and not moving. He still didn't believe that the Chinese dared to do anything to him.
"three."
Yamamoto Shoichi still lay there motionless.
He Zhenzhong sneered, "Very good."
After saying that, he picked up a chair and dragged it towards Yamamoto Shoichi's bed.