Chapter 7： Survival game

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"Second Lieutenant, what is the skill of being beaten?"

A black boy asked timidly.

Lieutenant Ron nodded, and said: "Well asked, being beaten is also a science. When fighting, injury and beating are inevitable. How to minimize one's injury, it needs to be aware of the situation and your own body. Sufficient knowledge. As long as you grasp this, you will understand what it means to avoid the importance. Give a simple example..."

He walked to an iron bed, which was stained with blood. A young girl was lying on it naked, motionless, leaving a few bright red welts on her left ear and even her cheek. The girl was actually killed by the instructor. Ron pulled the body to the ground without mercy, pulled the girl's head to the side, pointed to the part of the ear and said, "You see, this is not going to protect yourself. Ending. Compared to the head and ears, her arms are obviously able to withstand more and greater injuries. As long as she knows how to protect her head with her hands, the worst end will be an arm injury. As for losing my life!"

"Take the arm as an example, if you take a knife and pierce it down..." Ron waved to the instructor behind him, and immediately handed a dagger to his hand. He lifted the knife and dropped it on the shoulder of the corpse's arm: "Look, the muscles and fat here are relatively thicker. A knife will break the skin and let the blood be removed. But it will be different if you draw it here. It's..."

The knife in his hand flashed, and this time it was cut in the artery of his wrist. The corpse had not had time to coagulate and settle in the body that had just died, so a blood arrow shot out, splashing Ron all over his face. He wiped his face indifferently, and said with a grinning smile: "Do you see clearly now? You little people, if you want to live, you must first understand yourself. In this way, you will know which one to choose when facing an attack. One part can survive being beaten, which one is easy to die!"

Then Ron used the girl's corpse as a teaching material and used a dagger to give a live anatomy lesson to these young girls. When the course was finished, the girl's body was completely incomplete, and even the internal organs were taken out. There was a strong smell of blood in the barracks, and the instructors were all expressionless, but nine out of ten of these older children vomited even bile.

Allen didn't vomit, he had seen something bloodier than this. It was just that his face was pale, and Ron's expression of improperly treating the girl's body made him feel uncomfortable. After all, he was still alive a few minutes ago.

Ron looked at the children with satisfaction and asked the instructor to write down the numbers of the few teenagers who did not vomit. He saw Alan and walked over and said, "You are very nice, kid. I noticed you. You are more flexible and alert than these other little guys. Tell me, what's your name?"

"Allen."

"Well, Alan. Let me guess, your father is a hunter?"

"No, I don't have a father. My mother died when I was 5 years old." Allen replied.

This would surprise even Ron. If the white-haired boy's skills were not taught by his parents at the moment, then it is very likely that he had found it out by himself. Need to explore the skills to survive, that only means that he has lived in the wild for many years. Thinking of this, Ron became more interested in him.

"I like you, Allen. So look, try to live until the end." He patted Alan **** the shoulder, almost breaking Alan's arm.

When Lieutenant Ron walked out of the barracks, he returned to his office and asked an instructor to bring Alan's information. Looking at the serial number on the profile, Ron chuckled, "It looks like someone is going to play tricks under my nose."

According to the information, the teenager numbered 666 should be named Beth, not the current Allen. Moreover, this bass has a father who runs a mine, which is even more different from Allen's situation. Ron called an instructor, threw the file in front of him and said, "Who brought this kid over?"

The instructor quickly replied: "It's Lewin, second lieutenant."

"Very well, call me Lewin."

In the barracks, two soldiers brought some wound medicine to the children to treat their injuries. After Allen applied the ointment, he took out the manual that he had sent out and read it. Before he was 5 years old, Lanni taught him many things, the most important of which was literacy. In this barracks, most of the children couldn't understand what was written in the manual, but Allen could see a general idea.

The survival game is a product of the War of Dawn. The federal government established on a land full of ruins, in order to let future generations remember this war, and to let later generations know the importance of survival, organized such a competition. . In the beginning, survival games were only held on floating islands. Later, because of the rapid population increase, countless people rushed to the surface.

Coupled with the passage of time, and the increasingly serious contradiction between the floating island and the surface, the qualifications for the survival game have been placed on the surface. Every two years, the system automatically selects federal citizens from 22 administrative regions on the surface. Most of them are teenagers between ten and fifteen years old, who have been trained and eliminated. In the end, only one person from each district can compete, and a total of 22 people will fight for their lives in a designated area on the floating island of Babylon.

The winner will receive multiple rewards. These include weapons and equipment, start-up funds, and official residence rights on floating islands. There is no shortage of lucky people who are taken in by a wealthy family and absorbed into their collateral children, who will get more resources and promotion opportunities.

More importantly, the winner also has a privilege to appoint immediate family members ranging from 5 to 10 people to move to the floating island together. This is undoubtedly a huge temptation for surface residents.

In short, survival games are an important opportunity for surface citizens to change their destiny. The premise is that you have to survive and live to the end!

As soon as I read the manual, I heard a sound like a pig slaughtering outside. Allen and the other children squeezed into the windows. In the square outside the window, a fat man was tied up, and Lieutenant Ron himself took a whip and whipped the fat man. Allen said "Huh", he recognized the fat man. It was a military official who colluded with Hearn and asked him to participate in the survival game instead of Hearn's son.

At this time, an instructor walked into the barracks and shouted: "Number 666 is out!"

Allen walked out and led the instructor to the square. After Lieutenant Ron took the last whip, the fat man was covered in blood, his head drooping, and he didn't know if he was unconscious or dead. Ron, who had just finished smoking, had a hideous look, and his murderous aura was released unchecked. He stood in front of Alan, the boy's face became paler, but he straightened his waist silently.

Ron slightly reduced his murderous aura, and said, "I have checked it. Originally, this number shouldn't be you. Levin, the pig, also confessed. He accepted the benefits of others. I hate that someone challenges my IQ. This The fat pig and Hearn’s family must die!"

"As for you..." Ron said, "You can choose again, whether to stay and continue to participate in training. Or choose to leave? I rarely be kind, so you better seize the opportunity."

Allen bit his lip, held up the manual and shook: "I want to know, is it true? I mean those rewards."

"It's true." Ron took a towel from the instructor, wiped his hands, and looked at the sky with his hips akimbo: "Although the survival game has changed under the manipulation of those noble lords. But there is the same thing. What remains unchanged is that its rewards are still rich, rich enough to change people's destiny."

"Then I choose to stay." Allen gritted his teeth.

Ron lowered his head and squinted his eyes: "Why? If it's the little ghosts in the barracks, they would like to leave this hell. Believe me, I have been very tolerant today, and your life will only get harder and harder in the future."

Allen shook his head. He looked at the ensign, his bright red pupils were particularly calm and cold: "Because I need to change my destiny, so that I have the strength to find some people to settle some accounts!"

Ron stared at Alan closely, who didn't look away from him. After a while, the ensign nodded and said, "Well, since you voluntarily stay in hell, I hope you are ready to turn yourself into a devil. Otherwise, you will definitely not survive."

After letting Alan go back, Ron said to the instructor next to him: "I like this kid more and more. He has a goal in his eyes, like a wolf preparing to hunt. If he can live to the end~www.novelhall. com~ Then I really feel sorry for his prey."

The instructor smirked, his face a little unnatural. After all, anyone who is familiar with Ron knows that being liked by him is not a good thing.

Four o'clock in the morning is the time for good dreams. Suddenly a sharp whistle sounded outside the barracks, Allen immediately opened his eyes and jumped off the iron bed, and then dashed to the nearest window and turned directly out of the window. He slept with his clothes and didn't even take off his shoes. Many teenagers took off their clothes for comfort. When I heard the whistle, I was clever and ran out of the barracks without wearing anything at all. Some unresponsive people were still wondering whether to put on clothes.

In just 10 seconds, Allen was the first to reach the playground. Then a dozen other teenagers came in indiscriminately. They were dressed in neat camp clothes, and apparently they did not take off their clothes to sleep. The third group arrived were seven or eight children wearing only a pair of trousers, and those who were a few shots slower ended up with only five who had time to arrive before the time limit.

When 15 seconds were up, the wolf-like instructor immediately rushed into the barracks, and then there was the whistling of whips and the screams of the teenagers. Each of the four young people who had not had time to run out of the barracks was assigned five lashes. The instructor was merciless, whipping them bloody, and then drove them out.

Seeing these four **** teenagers, the others shuddered. Ron said calmly: "This is the first time I have made a mistake. I gave them five lashes each as a reminder. Their numbered instructor will write it down, and if they do it again, the punishment will be doubled. And so on, until they No more mistakes. Or, become a dead person."

"Okay, run for me, you little ghosts. Run around the playground, you can't stop until I call to stop, understand?"

"understand!"

The teenagers responded in unison.