Doomsday strong training system

Although the women's clothes are disheveled, and many of them have no clothes on, they are not afraid of being seen by men, but these men really don't even look at them, which makes everyone wonder, who are these people?

Along with the weeping Long Ling, Yang Xue led a group of bewildered women into a large semi-finished plane.

"Now stay here for a while, waiting for someone to bring the clothes."

The women were so obedient that they found their own seats to sit down. Yang Xue comforted Long Ling, let her sit on the chair, and reprimanded her first:

"Stop crying, it's endless?"

Long Ling choked with sobs and tried to hold back his tears, but he couldn't hold back, and cried out again with a wow.

"Wow, the vet died..."

Yang Xue sat down and lifted her injured leg. Because she had been bound for too long, the leg was still blue at this time. Except for the inflamed wound, other parts had been severely necrotic.

Take out the potion from the space, untie the binding first, and then pour the healing water on the wound.

After Long Ling suffered a painful meal and struggled, she was frightened by Yang Xue's eyes. She immediately gritted her teeth, held back her tears, and firmly grasped the chair.

"It's a good thing you met me, otherwise, you wouldn't be able to keep your leg."

It was fine if Yang Xue didn't say anything, Long Ling continued to cry and howl even more heartbroken.

Wang Qiuya ran back, found the aircraft engineer, asked for some work clothes, and then took the female students to help. Originally, the aircraft engineers also followed, but Wang Qiuya stared and said:

"Fuck you with women's affairs, go back to work for me."

Then a group of female students ran back with their clothes in their hands and distributed them to these women to change into.

When seeing these women, every female student was dumbfounded and completely speechless in shock.

"Where did it come from?"

"do not know."

They whispered to each other while handing out clothes.

About an hour later, when it was time for dinner, Long Ling's crying stopped. Yang Xue asked several times before, but Long Ling didn't want to say anything, and Yang Xue didn't pursue it.

"Report to the commander, the battlefield has been cleaned, please give instructions."

"Have a meal."

The soldiers returned to their respective corners, and at the same time took out food and drinks and began to eat.

The women watched eagerly, but Wang Qiuya and other female students gave each of them fresh, hot rice cakes, and each of them also shared a bottle of clear spring water to restore their strength.

"thanks, thanks."

They were very grateful, and then they ate voraciously. A woman was not satisfied and asked a question.

"Is there any meat?"

Several companions glared at her, but she didn't know it.

"Just to ask, what kind of eyes do you all have?"

Yang Xue gave Long Ling some rice cakes and some food, stroked her hair and said:

"If you don't want to say it, then don't say it, forget all the unhappy things, and you have to go on with your life, don't you?"

"Ah."

Long Ling nodded repeatedly, and devoured the rice cakes, she had never eaten such delicious food in her life.

Long Ling didn't want to say it, but it didn't mean that these women didn't want to say it. Some people were still worried about Long Ling's abandonment of them, blaming behind them while eating.

"Fortunately, we trusted her so much in the past, and followed her on a long journey to Shanghai. She was lucky. She ran away first when she encountered danger, and left us to the bad guys. Fortunately, my mother is lucky, otherwise she would have died last night!"

This yin and yang whining made Long Ling's face turn red and turn pale.

Many people have joined the ranks of sarcasm, making irresponsible remarks.

"Isn't that right? It's said that the greater the strength, the greater the ability. Look at her virtue. Fortunately, we all think she can protect us. Pooh."

"enough!"

Yang Xue roared suddenly, instantly shutting up the chaotic audience.

Chapter 467 Is Nie Yuan a Woman

Yang Xue's cold eyes scanned the audience.

"Your life belongs to you. It's useless for others to help you if you don't work hard. So don't make irresponsible remarks here. She doesn't owe you anything!"

"No sister, we didn't mean that."

Seeing that Yang Xue was angry, all the girls began to speak softly.

"There's no need to explain. We're here to do business. If you have nothing to do, don't wander around. Stay on the plane."

After speaking, Yang Xue turned around angrily, and dragged the stunned Long Ling off the plane, even Yang Xue said to the soldiers under the plane:

"Don't let them wander around except to go to the toilet."

Yang Xue was the master who personally saved these women. At that time, Yang Xue was also like Long Ling, hoping that these women could change their minds and strive for self-improvement from now on.

But after a few days of contact, Yang Xue found that these women were difficult to deal with, each of them was too egotistical, and one of them was a typical bitch.

Yang Xue definitely doesn't care about hypocritical women, but she doesn't care about their hypocrisy and affectation at all.

Long Ling is different, this girl can fight, her skills are extraordinary on the one hand, and on the other hand, this girl has a part of stubbornness, Yang Xue feels that she is worthy of help, so she does not hesitate to save people.

"Little sister, don't take what these women say to heart. You don't owe anyone, and no one owes you anything."

Yang Xue didn't know that her casual words of relief would completely change this stubborn little girl.

"Owe no one, you're right."

……

The sudden addition of so many women did not affect the aircraft building plan.

After a day and two nights of rush work, the skeleton of the aircraft is basically complete. The ultra-advanced foldable wing design can take off and land anytime and anywhere, and it can be as flexible as a swallow, not afraid of any complicated environment.

The aircraft engineer looked at the empty skeleton and said with emotion:

"I feel that the aircraft we are building now has spanned several generations. The fighter jets before the end of the world are five generations, and this one is also the tenth generation."