In the basement of the fortress, recruit training was being carried out in an orderly manner.
Because the sound insulation was very good, and the vibrations of the nuclear corpse shock wave could only affect the buildings above the ground, they became the only group that was not disturbed by the outside world.
Xiao Ming also doesn't want them to be interfered by the outside world.
These five thousand recruits are the last trump card in his hand and the main force in tomorrow's decisive battle.
When he appeared on the stage, he immediately caused a sensation among the recruits.
Xiao Ming was wearing a security uniform, a combat helmet, an ammunition pouch with a Wanxiang knife on his back, and a submachine gun on his shoulder.
He was dressed in a nondescript manner, but it did not affect his image in the minds of the recruits at all.
"Xiao Ming Xiao Ming" The recruits all stood up and shouted in unison.
The field knives in their hands clashed with each other, making a sonorous and powerful sound of Jin Ge, which was exciting.
Xiao Ming waved for everyone to sit down, and expressed condolences to the old squad leader and Cuba Zai: "Two instructors, thank you for your hard work."
The two of them nodded at Xiao Ming.
Although they looked tired, they had no complaints.
They were worthy of being iron-blooded veterans.
"Xiao Ming, why do we only practice one move?
It's too monotonous."
A bold recruit questioned.
Xiao Ming was also a little confused.
When he practiced swordsmanship with the Bei team, they paid attention to body movements.
It seems that the training methods of Chinese and foreign soldiers are different.
He looked at the Cuban boy who was shirtless and exposed his dark muscles.
He remembered that he didn't know English, so he asked this question through Jenny.
Cuban Zai grinned and chatted.
After Jenny's translation, Xiao Ming felt relieved and replied to the audience: "Instructor Hei said that because the time is too short, he can only teach you to practice the same movement, so that technology and instinct can be combined. , generate muscle memory, so that when killing an enemy, it can become an instinctive reaction without going through the brain. " Cuban Zai's explanation has the same goal as Xiao Ming's theory.
The most terrifying weapon is actually not a weapon, but instinct.
"Eoneon" Cuban Zai suddenly held a knife in one hand and greeted Xiao Ming with the other.
Although Xiao Ming does not understand English, he used to watch the original movies often and can still understand some common English spoken words, such as "fire" means "fire", "utdoeon" means "come on", and look at the meaning of Cuban Zai.
I wanted to compete with him in swordsmanship.
"Ouch!"
All the recruits saw it and screamed strangely, like wolves howling, fearing that the world would not be in chaos.
"Oh," Xiao Ming said in Chinese English, took off his equipment, and picked up a field knife.
He agreed so happily because he first wanted to see the power of Cuba Zai's sword, and secondly, he wanted to let the new recruits feel the atmosphere of the battle.
The old squad leader acted as the referee and asked Xiao Ming and Cuban Zai to stand face to face.
He waved his hand to signal the start of the fight.
There were strange screams from the audience again, and Cuban Zai came up with a knife, which was exactly the move taught to the new recruits.
Xiao Ming saw the knife heading straight for his neck, and raised the knife to hold it.
There was a clang, sparks flew everywhere, and a strong force hit him, and he involuntarily took a step back.
Cuban Zai pushed further and struck again with the knife, leaving it unchanged, the same move as before.
Xiao Ming took another hard blow and took a step back.
Cuban Zai was non-stop, slashing one after another.
His moves remained the same, but he was as fast as lightning, making Xiao Ming retreat repeatedly.
The recruits did not expect that this move was so powerful.
It actually made the legendary Xiao Ming unable to fight back but could only parry.
Each of them became more confident and started to make noises.
Xiao Ming retreated to the edge of the stage.
He had no way to retreat.
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He fought back with a desperate move and raised his hand to strike with a knife.
It turned out to be that same move, using his own way to control his own body.
Cuban Zai turned around and retreated to the center of the stage.
He and Xiao Ming started to attack each other.
They used the same moves, staggered, and slashed each other a dozen times.
Both of them are masters.
Although they don't use the same moves, they can do it in one go and in a coherent manner.
They don't need to be old at all.
The recruits are dazzled and confused, and they all wonder when they can do it like this.
When the fight reached the most lively place, I saw two figures on the stage, one gray and one black.
It was no longer possible to distinguish you from me.
There was a crisp sound of blades clashing, and the two of them jumped away, sheathed their knives and stopped.
"It's a good move and a good knife."
Xiao Ming laughed and gave two comments.
The move is naturally a good move and the knife is also a good knife.
After more than ten rounds of slashing, there were only some fragmentary nicks on the blade and it did not collapse.
"Good" Cuban Zai also raised his thumb at Xiao Ming.
He knew well that Xiao Ming did not attack with all his strength, but just set an example for the recruits to increase their confidence.
The audience burst into thunderous applause, and they couldn't get enough of it.
Someone shouted loudly and instigated: "Xiao Ming, try again with the old squad leader."
The old squad leader's face was serious, and he was about to teach these young boys a lesson, but Xiao Ming stopped him: "Squad leader, you and the Cuban boy can rest, I will take over the shift and train these rookies."
The two instructors were really tired and went down to rest.
Xiao Ming stood alone on the stage, looking at the black heads all around.
In a daze, he returned to the days of the previous competition.
If someone had told him half a year ago that he would become what he is today, he would have thought the other person was crazy.
But now, the changes that have happened to him can definitely be described as earth-shaking.
"What is the most terrifying weapon for rookies?"
Xiao Ming shouted, really thinking that he was a veteran.
"It's instinct, the instinct of the beast."
The recruits answered one after another, followed by a "whoop" sound.
Dare, the source of the wolf howl is here.
It is indeed more ferocious and bloody than the "yahoo" of the security team.
"Ouch!"
Xiao Ming also raised his neck and let out a voice, feeling like a beast's blood boiling, because tomorrow, he will be the leader of this pack of wolves.
Xiao Ming's voice made the recruits even more excited.
They responded to each other's calls and howled one after another.
If an unsuspecting survivor accidentally broke in, he would definitely think that he had entered a wolf's den.
The air in the basement was already stuffy.
Xiao Ming, who had just played and warmed up, was already sweating all over when he was aroused by the hot atmosphere.
He simply followed the example of Cuban Zai and stripped off his upper body.
The audience fell silent, and countless eyes fell on Xiao Ming's belly.
There was a scary pink scar on it.
Everyone knew what happened.
"Xiao Ming, where's the fat guy?"
The recruits have become accustomed to calling Xiao Ming by his first name.
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This is not disrespect to him, but recognition and support of him.
They completely regard him as one of their own, even as their own.
Own.
Yes, Xiao Ming is about the same age as the recruits in the audience, but the spectacular things he has done in the past six months are enough for them to regard him as a role model, and they hope that he can become another Xiao Ming.
"He is my brother now."
Xiao Ming then thought of the fat man who was with Wanru, thought of Wang Kun, and thought of their three-day appointment.
He wondered what happened to the two brothers and whether Wang Kun had saved him. girlfriend No matter what, there is only one day left anyway.
If he is still alive tomorrow and the fortress still exists, he will commandeer one of Sophie's helicopters to pick up Wanruo first, and then meet up with Fatty and the others.
"Xiao Ming, if I give you a knife, can I also become your brother?"
A stunned young man asked boldly, causing the whole room to burst into laughter.
Xiao Ming looked at this young man with eager eyes and deliberately made a serious face: "What's your name?"
"My name is Lin Juxin," the young man said loudly without fear, and glanced dissatisfiedly at his companions who were laughing at him.
"Lin Juxin, you will become my brother if you dare to stab me in front of me instead of behind my back."
Xiao Ming's answer surprised everyone.
"I dare" Lin Juxin said boldly.
"Everyone who really wants to be my brother, come on stage and give me a knife."
Xiao Ming's eyes were fierce and he summoned like a wolf, "Ouch!"
"Aww, I'm coming, I'm coming too."
Among the recruits, those who responded quickly understood Xiao Ming's intention and stood up one after another.
Xiao Ming looked around and felt satisfied: "Don't worry, forget it if you don't stand up.
Don't move if you stand up.
Groups of ten will take turns on the stage."
With such a simple test, Xiao Ming has screened 5,000 recruits, selected the core ones with both courage and brains, and started training using the methods he inherited from his old squad leader.
This method is to let ten recruits surround themselves in the middle, and use themselves as the imaginary enemy to launch an attack.
In order to eliminate the chance mentality of the recruits, he was merciless in his attacks.
Every time he swung his sword, one of them would surely lose.
Sure enough, the recruits' fighting spirit was aroused, and they regarded Xiao Ming as an enemy and spared no effort.
It is no joke to have ten knives directed at the body.
Fortunately, Xiao Ming has become accustomed to the life of licking blood from the edge of the knife.
The body's reaction does not need to go through the brain, so he can navigate in the blade jungle with ease.
He once again felt the power of that move.
Cuban Zai obviously had no secrets and taught the recruits the simplest and most practical move, especially suitable for team combat.
He could already imagine arranging five thousand recruits into a sword formation, fighting against the army of nuclear zombies, and striking them all with one blow, countless nuclear zombies' heads would fall to the ground.
Xiao Ming kept his word, and all the recruits who had fought with him were treated as brothers, and he was even appointed as the squad leader.
Invisibly, he established the first true disciple army in the black market.
Jenny never disturbed Xiao Ming, which showed that the battle situation did not change much.
He stayed in the basement until night, and on the basis of the old squad leader and Cuban Zai, he reorganized the five thousand recruits and cultivated their feelings for each other.
After tomorrow, he didn't know how many of these five thousand people could survive.
The new recruits had almost wiped out all the survivors of their own age.
They were the real elites.
If the losses were serious, the black market would be severely damaged.
Jenny finally contacted Xiao Ming and reported that the nuclear zombie army had retreated as night fell, and asked him to return to the headquarters for a meeting to arrange the next tasks.
Xiao Ming tensed up.
The decisive battle was about to begin.
He raised his voice and gave the order: "Brothers, you can rest now.
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Take the time to eat, drink, and have a good sleep.
Get up in the middle of the night to prepare for tomorrow's battle.
Remember, Take that pill before going to bed”: