Marvel's I am MT

Only then did he notice the shining medal behind the system's name.

Medal of Glory (White): A medal that shows your glory and can be used to activate the Wheel of Glory.

During the conversation with the system, Barton learned the purpose of the Wheel of Glory. It's very simple. Each activation consumes a medal, just like a slot machine, and gets one from a hundred glorious rewards.

The rewards are diverse, including incredible powers and rare artifacts. They come from all worlds and are not limited to the Marvel Universe that Barton knows.

The Medal of Glory is divided into white, blue, green, red, gold, and the final level of black gold, a total of seven levels. The levels of prizes are also divided into seven levels. Using white medals, you can get up to fifth-level yellow rewards, but this chance is very small. The following red, green, and blue rewards have a slightly higher probability, but they are not easy to draw. More than % of them are still the same white rewards.

Looking at the best rewards on the roulette wheel, the Ruyi Golden Cudgel, the South China Sea Jade Pure Bottle..., Barton swallowed unconsciously. I couldn't help shouting in my heart: Can this still happen? Quick, activate the roulette wheel for me, I will be the Monkey King! The roulette wheel started spinning instantly, and then gradually stopped while Barton was thinking.

"Bang, stick, stick, stick..."

"Congratulations, you have received a green reward: Special Skill - Ghost (exerting it during attack can greatly increase concealment, lasts for 3 seconds, CD is 30 seconds)."

Barton sighed in disappointment. Sure enough, it was still unrealistic to win the ultimate prize. In fact, winning the green stunt was pretty good. In any case, this is his first offensive skill, and it is much stronger than the previous ones where he was beaten all the time.

When it was dark, Donald walked towards his boxing gym again, holding a cigar in his mouth, and was crowded with people. He was going to watch his evening show.

But the moment he stepped onto the first step, a black mud ball hit him in the back of the head without making any sound. In extreme dizziness, he fell forward and his head fell heavily on the step. superior.

Amid the sudden panic and noise from the crowd, Patton put the slingshot in his arms and turned around to leave the scene.

He is not a saint, and revenge is necessary. Even if it didn't kill Donald, it was enough to make him spend the rest of his life in a wheelchair.

Witnesses and doctors later agreed that an old scoundrel had a fall and became demented.

But Barton didn't care about these. What excited him was the process from when he shot to when he hit. It was an omniscient and omnipotent experience, as if he had an intuition that could predict the outcome.

The absolutely accurate judgment under the super dynamic nerves and the cover-up of the stunt ghost made this an assassination that no one knew about.

Two days later, Patton showed up at a secret training ground in New Jersey and became one of one hundred and twenty recruits. They stood on the training ground in their training uniforms, listening to the reprimands of the officer in front of the queue.

"Listen clearly, you cockroaches. I don't have time to teach you from the breast. I don't need cowards in my army. No matter who you were before and where you came from, you have now walked into hell!"

"In the next three months, I will make you understand the true meaning of the word hell. If anyone is afraid, stand up now and someone will send you back to find your mother. Stand up, you weaklings! "

After a period of silence, Colonel Phillips stepped forward and said: "Children, you have officially become an American soldier. Not only do you have to complete training, you will also face war!"

"Captain Sutter is right. You have entered the hell of war. If you don't have this awareness, it will be impossible to get out of this hell. What I want is a warrior who can conquer hell. Are you ready to become such a warrior?" Are you a warrior?"

"Yes, sir!" the recruits shouted in unison.

Phillips nodded and said, "Well, good luck to you." Then he got into his Jeep and drove away.

"Now armed and cross-country for ten miles, let's go! Bitch!" Captain Sutter ordered loudly, and the soldiers filed out.

Physical strength, firearms, fighting, tactics, and various methods of fighting under special conditions are all not training subjects for ordinary infantry. Even airborne landings are required subjects.

Such arduous training began day after day. The soldiers under the squeeze of the training schedule were miserable, but they all worked hard to persevere. I have to say that the quality of the US military in this era is indeed good, their mentality is also very optimistic, and their logistical support is surprisingly good.

But such training is not a challenge at all for Barton, whose physique has exceeded human limits. After three days, it was difficult for him to sweat through physical training. A week later, any firearms in this base could no longer arouse his curiosity.

As for tactics, Patton does still have room for improvement, but that is limited to the cooperation of supernormal strength and comrades.

In terms of fighting, the happiest time for everyone was the confrontation between Patton and Sartre. No one would be happy to see this guy nicknamed Satan get beaten up.

Patton punched Sartre half-kneeling on the ground, causing the soldiers in the audience to scream. Sartre's vision was already a little blurry, and he couldn't recover from his unbalanced dizziness.

"You're a better soldier than you were last week," Sartre said loudly, rubbing his face.

Button also laughed: "No, sir. I just got back into shape. You know, I was a good boxer before I joined the army."

"It's really good!" Sartre stood up unsteadily: "If it was a boxing match, you would have won. But on the battlefield, I can still kill you. Next, I will teach you some deadly techniques, which may be very painful. !”

Although Sartre is extremely vicious and mean, after getting along with him for more than a month, everyone will find that he is a good instructor. He teaches everyone his fighting skills without reservation. If you can learn five, he can't wait to teach you ten at once.

For a top soldier like Patton, even if he beats him badly, he will still smile. But when faced with some idiots, he will immediately burst into thunder, just like the real Satan coming.

At the end of the second month of training camp, it was early 1941. During the weekend carnival, the soldiers indulged themselves, drank, sang and told jokes. This was a good way to exert force in the military.

"Hey! Clint! I'm going to toast you and punch Satan's fist for you!"

"Fist for Clint! I'll beat him next time too!"

"Thank you, Goodman! Then you have to be careful. The pronunciation of Satan in Eastern languages ​​means three eggs, and you only have two. He is much stronger than you!"

Amid the laughter of the soldiers, Colonel Phillips was reading the training report under the desk lamp in his office. Captain Sutter stood straight beside him, not daring to disturb him at all.

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