After exhausting myself to death

Shang Chi strictly kept time and prepared the medicine one minute in advance according to the military doctor's instructions, "Change the medicine, change the medicine."

The wounded covered their wounds and struggled: "No, we will do it ourselves!"

The wounds were hideous and bloody, and even they felt horrified when they saw them. Don't scare the children.

Shang Chi was confused, so he changed his target, "Both of your hands are injured and you can't change them yourself. Let me help you."

"No, no, no." The wounded man, whose limbs were wrapped in bandages, tried to squirm away. "I asked that person to help me. His hands are fine."

"That person" in the next bed took the initiative to raise his hand, "That's right, I'll cover everyone in the tent who doesn't have hands."

The person whose hand was injured but was said to have no hand cursed in his heart and said movedly: "Thank you so much, I can trust your craftsmanship."

Shang Chi was even more confused, "Then let me help you take off the bandage first?"

"no, I'm fine……"

"What, kid, where is your brother?" The wounded man tried to divert his attention. He lay unable to move and could only watch Shang Chi stretch out his claws.

Shang Chi looked at the bloody scene in front of him and was silent for two seconds. Just when the wounded thought he would cry, he quickly adjusted his emotions.

"Ming Huan." Shang Chi was quick with his hands and feet and had a smile on his face. He seemed not to be affected by the horrifying scene at all. "He said he was going out for a walk. It's strange, why hasn't he come back yet?"

Shen Minghuan also wanted to go back.

Mosnian and Lu Zhiyi worked in tandem and made a simple stretcher, carrying Yan Ji on it.

Yan Ji lay still restless, stretched out a hand to hold Shen Minghuan's clothes tightly, "Classmate, why do you have to wear a mask? Oh, I understand, you have to cover up when you do bad things. But don't worry, you saved me. We, Yan Ji, are not ungrateful. When your teacher comes, just say that I pulled you out. "

The soldiers in front sneered again and did not stop them. They just listened to the group of people discussing how to fool them.

Yan Ji made a face at his back, "It's okay, the instructors and others came late and have no evidence. I will definitely bear all the responsibility for this matter on you."

Mosnian looked at the instructor's expression getting more and more weird. He swallowed and said, "Yan Ji, you'd better say less."

Yan Ji ignored him and continued to talk eloquently: "You see, we are all in a relationship where we share weal and woe. Well... can you teach me the move you just made? If you have any conditions, feel free to ask for it. Or are you saying this is what you teach in your school? Is it too late for me to drop out of the First Army and join your Supreme Army?"

The instructor also graduated from the First Army. He could not tolerate such a "traitor" in his alma mater who had no sense of collective honor, so he shouted unbearably: "Name!"

Mosnian and Lu Zhiyi stood in a conditioned reflex.

"Mosian!"

"Lu Zhiyi!"

Yan Ji on the stretcher shrank his neck and thought to himself, instructor, you know everything, so he still reported loudly according to the regulations: "Yan Ji!"

The instructor took out the optical computer and checked for a moment, half-smiling but not smiling: "A class of first-year students at the First Military University are in the same group? No wonder they all come here to cause trouble together."

"What about you?" He was very dissatisfied with Shen Minghuan's silence. This military cadet was excellent in ability, but why did he not understand military regulations so well?

Shen Minghuan had a straight face, raised his chin slightly, and said with a hint of arrogance: "Shen Minghuan."

Coupled with his extremely thin body and childish appearance, he looks like an arrogant, domineering child with teeth and claws.

The soldier tapped the light brain with his finger and said in surprise for a while: "How come there isn't one?"

Shen Minghuan smiled proudly.

The soldier suddenly realized: "So you..."

Shen Minghuan snorted. He had already said that he was not a military cadet, right?

"So you haven't told the truth yet! Be honest, what is your name?"

The smile on Shen Minghuan's lips disappeared little by little.

The system quickly coaxed him: [Host, calm down, host, think about the mission and something happy. ]

[Xiaojiu, remember this person for me. ] Shen Minghuan gritted his teeth, [If this man hadn't turned into a fool from crying on the day I died, my surname would not be Shen! ]

The system retorted seriously: [Host, this is called leaving the small world. ]

Don't die, it sounds very unlucky.

Shang Chi had just finished changing the bandages on all the wounded, and was worried about whether to go out and look for Shen Minghuan.

The next second, a head popped out of the door. Shen Minghuan, wearing a mask, waved at the door: "Shang Chi."

The timing was so coincidental that it almost made people wonder if he was being lazy on purpose. At least the injured people who had a high impression of Shang Chi now complained about his brother.

Shang Chi came out happily, "Ming Huan, you're back. How was your shopping?"

Shen Minghuan was in a depressed mood: "Not very good."

As he spoke, he turned around and left. Shang Chi followed him naturally and asked worriedly: "What's wrong? Did you see something? Don't be afraid, my brother will protect you."

He thought that this was a battlefield after all, and it was inevitable to see flesh and blood and body parts when fighting. Shen Minghuan must have been frightened.

"Ming Huan, I will also be a soldier in the future. If you have a soldier brother, won't you be less afraid?" Shang Chi racked his brains to comfort him.

Shen Minghuan glanced at him, slightly surprised.

He still remembered that Shang Chi was still a little uncomfortable when he first came here. He also thought about whether to seek psychological counseling. Unexpectedly, in just half a day, this man had already adjusted his emotions and even planned to become a soldier. He adjusted himself so well.

"Good goal, I support you." Shen Minghuan smiled, and then his voice suddenly became angry, "But now, can you explain to them that we are really not military students!"

"Huh?" Shang Chi scratched his head strangely. He followed Shen Minghuan's gaze and saw a tall and tall soldier in front of him.

Behind the soldier were three dejected, disheveled, young-looking teenagers. The one in the middle seemed to be injured and was being coveted by the other two.

Even stranger.

*

Mo Hexuan received the notice as soon as he returned from the battlefield, and he went to the interrogation room to lead the three people out.

He was a mecha, so he didn't suffer any injuries, nor was he exposed to the disgusting gray-black blood of the Zerg. The military green combat uniform was still neat and tidy, but slightly messy, indicating the owner's hurry.

Mo Hexuan's face was as cold as ice, with the coldness still lingering on the battlefield, making him particularly difficult to approach.

He was tall and took long steps. He walked in front without looking back, not caring about the three injured teenagers behind him.

——Even if one of them is his nominal brother.

Yan Ji was able to walk after simple treatment. He limped and staggered behind, not even daring to cry out in pain.

Lu Zhiyi whispered to Mosnian quietly: "Your brother really seems to be very difficult to deal with."

Yan Ji nodded repeatedly and whispered: "You look very fierce, we won't get beaten, right?"

"Brother never hits anyone." Mosnian retorted without hesitation, "He is very nice, he just doesn't like to talk."

Although their voices were low, Mo Hexuan still heard them all.

His steps paused imperceptibly for a moment, and then returned to normal, except that the coldness between his brows became even more intense, and a sarcastic smile soon appeared at the corner of his mouth.

I don’t know who I am mocking.

The minimum age to join the army is twenty years old. Mo Hexuan was also a top student who went to college at the age of sixteen. After graduating four years later, he directly joined the Green Dragon Army.

Times make heroes, and it has only been two years now, but Mo Hexuan is twenty-two years old and has already achieved great fame.

As well known as his abilities is his taciturn and sober character.

There are also rumors that he has a bad relationship with his family, such as his father, Mo Hongxue, the commander of the Azure Dragon Legion. They are like strangers when they get along in private.

But not many people believed it. After all, the rumors said that everyone in the Mo family had a bad relationship and hated each other. But how could that be possible?

Mo Hongxue is the number one protector of the alliance and has countless admirers; Mo Hexuan is a young talent who has been able to support a world at a young age and is a famous child of other families; even Moss Nian went to college at the age of sixteen. , A-level mental talent, if given time, he will be as good as his father and brother.

To put it bluntly, even if there is any misunderstanding between the father and son, the relationship between Mo Hongxue and his wife Shao Kunyao cannot be bad.

When they first fell in love, dog food was distributed throughout the entire alliance, causing hundreds of millions of people to shout about their beautiful love. If there was a rift between the two of them, wouldn't they have people shouting "I don't believe in love anymore"?

Mo Hexuan took people to his office, and he pulled out a chair casually, making a slight noise.

Mo Hexuan sat down by himself, his eyebrows cold.

The three of them stood in front of the table in fear, not daring to say a word.

Mosnian pursed his lips and called softly, "Brother."

Then he lowered his head and said guiltily: "I'm sorry, I caused you trouble."

"Watch your words." Mo Hexuan's expression was indifferent, and his voice was not angry, but seemed to be indifferent, "There are no relatives in the military camp, you should call me second lieutenant."

He glanced at the three of them and said, "This matter is very serious. I will notify your school."

"Okay, okay."

"I was wrong."

The three stammered apologies.

Yan Ji dared to make jokes in the face of the always strict instructors, but in front of Mo Hongxue, he only dared to obey.

At the moment, I just felt that even if the school found out and was punished, it would be better than continuing to be frozen into ice by Mo Hongxue in this office.

Mo Hexuan raised his eyes and looked at Mosnian calmly, "If you are not convinced, you can also go to the commander."

This was a strange thing to say. If such a trivial matter were to be brought to Mo Hongxue's face, it would make no sense.

Lu Zhiyi and Yan Ji looked at each other.

"No, no." Mosnian quickly retorted, saying in a low voice, "I was wrong."