Edge of the Apocalypse Chapter 6: Classes

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Allen also had an ugly face, and he didn't scare the stout second lieutenant's voice. What really thrilled him was the light shining from his body when the ensign drank violently.

That is the light of Yuanli, which is different from Bai Fang's lonely silver radiance. The light on the ensign is pale red, revealing a strong and domineering taste.

In addition to the second lieutenant, Allen also found that several of the instructors were also shining brightly. It's just that their brilliance looks very dim when compared with the ensign. No matter how dim, Alan knew that such a person was something he couldn't provoke, at least for now.

He decided to strictly abide by the second lieutenant's orders. People like this are no different from squeezing an ant to kill him. They are not as easy to provoke as soldiers under Gut. And he still wants to live, and only if he survives can he find Andy to settle accounts.

At the same time, it is also the wish of the mother!

At the sign of the ensign, several soldiers sprinkled some yellow powder around the young girls. At the same time, Andy continued: "Next, it's a simple assessment. Trust me, it's really simple."

He grinned and said: "I only want you to stand in place for 10 minutes and be quiet. The most important point is that you are not allowed to leave this yellow circle. Whoever violates the order will end..."

Fucked a rough revolver from his waist, and Lieutenant Ron shook the gun body deliberately, the meaning of which was already very obvious.

Soon, the yellow powder has sprinkled an unavoidable circle on the square, and hundreds of teenagers are standing in the circle. Many teenagers looked a little apprehensive, Allen sniffed hard, the powder smell was filled with a pungent sour smell, and almost choked him into tears. Such a strong smell like this does not seem to be simply to draw a circle.

It's more like restricting something.

Allen's speculation soon became a reality, and several other soldiers brought several sealed alloy drums. Then enter the password, and finally after the electronic lock is unlocked, the surface of the barrel shrinks, and thousands of red lights flash in the dark lacquered space inside.

The teenagers couldn't conceal the fear in their eyes. They stepped back, even more timid, and even fell to the ground.

Suddenly, a small thing jumped out of the barrel. It was an ant, but it was a bit bigger, as big as a cicada. The body was dark red, and the two small sharp palate teeth were gently stroked.

"These are volcanic ants. They live near the crater all year round and are very sensitive to vibrations. If I were you, stand still." Lieutenant Ron said with a grin.

Several soldiers began to knock on the barrel. Affected by the vibration, a large number of volcanic ants kept crawling out of the barrel. They spread out like a dark red wave. At first, the volcano ants looked a little dazed, and seemed to be adapting to the new environment. However, when some teenagers couldn't help but screamed, these ants immediately locked the target and followed like a tide to the teenagers.

Alan took a deep breath and started to slow his heartbeat. This is the technique of the snow wolf hiding its whereabouts. By slowing down its heartbeat, it can weaken its aura, so that it can approach its prey quietly and make another kill.

After he took a few breaths, the volcanic ants had swarmed to the feet of the teenagers. Dozens of ants began to climb on Allen's feet, and he tried his best to make his breathing long and gentle so that his body would not react too violently.

However, the other teenagers are not Allen. At least half of the teenagers screamed, stomping with their feet and patting with their hands. However, their overly violent reaction quickly caused the volcanic ants to attack. These big ants, their palatine teeth easily tore the juvenile's tender skin. They drilled as soon as they saw a crack, digging into the ears, nostrils and even the lower body of these older children.

In just one minute, more than a dozen teenagers have fallen down. They began to vomit blood, which was the result of the internal organs being bitten by the volcanic ants.

A twelve or thirteen-year-old boy finally couldn't help but ran out of the yellow circle screaming, and Lieutenant Ron did not stop him. The other teenagers followed suit when they saw it, and when a dozen children ran out of the yellow circle, Lieutenant Ron nodded to the soldier behind.

Then there was a continuous burst of gunfire, and the soldiers directly used their rifles to bring down the children who dared to run out of the yellow circle. Ron even used his rough revolver to plow out most of a girl's head, and the child's corpse that fell on the ground quickly became a delicious meal for volcanic ants.

Alan closed his breath and eyes altogether. He is still standing there, his whole body is covered with volcanic ants. But he was motionless, like a stone sculpture. Ron quickly spotted him, and the second lieutenant gave a wink at an instructor next to him: "It seems that there are still good goods. The little guy knows how to slow down his heartbeat and restrain his breath. Look, those **** ants only treat him as a stone. ."

"I will write down his number later."

The instructor nodded.

Ten minutes finally passed, Ron snapped his fingers, and a dozen soldiers immediately washed the children with water guns. A large amount of cold water sprayed on his body, and Allen only felt his body loose, and the dense ants crawling on him were all washed away by the water. They struggled desperately in the water, but soon they lost their movements. Alan stretched out his tongue and gently licked the water stains that came out of his mouth, only to feel a strong sour taste coming from the tip of his tongue.

There is something in the water, which should be deadly to the volcanic ants.

The water gun washed for a full minute before it stopped. Only less than one-third of the teenagers were still standing. At least nearly fifty teenagers died from the bite of volcanic ants, and a dozen were shot and killed by Ron and his soldiers.

In just 10 minutes, there are only thirty-five people left in the training camp. At this moment Alan somewhat understood the meaning of the so-called "hell" in Ron's words just now.

"Congratulations, you have survived the first and most difficult level." Ron looked at the standing teenager, and they were all wet. Some of the girls, wet clothes attached to their bodies, even more exposed their green bodies. Ron glanced hard at these girls before continuing: "This is the first lesson I taught you, that is to obey my orders completely. Follow my orders, you may not die. But if Violating the order, then you are dead!"

"I think the deserters were enough to illustrate this point."

Ron patted his palms: "Okay, this is the case for the morning lesson. Here are some manuals, about the "Survival Game" manual, I know some of you don’t even know why you are here, so borrow Take a good look at this opportunity. The Dahui instructor will take you to the barracks. When you hear the whistle, I hope you will appear in front of me within 15 seconds. Otherwise, you will weigh the consequences yourself."

"Disband!"

Afterwards, Allen and the others were brought to a simple barracks.

The barracks were built with iron plates, and thick steel bars were used as supports in the barracks. In addition, there are only two rows of evasive iron beds. Allen picked a bed, which was in the corner, at least three meters from the nearest window. Many children like to sleep near the window, but Allen subconsciously chooses a corner that is not vulnerable to attack because of the habit of living in the wild for many years.

His clothes were soaked, so he simply took off his shirt. Soon, the instructor sent several sets of camp clothes to these children. A grass green vest, and a pair of camouflage trousers, plus black military boots. This is the best clothes Allen has worn in five years, and the instructor supervises these children to change into camp uniforms in the barracks. The barracks were mixed for men and women, and a dozen girls had to take off their wet clothes in full view. Some of the girls were already well-developed, revealing the ripening fruits on their chests.

This naturally attracted the enthusiastic gaze of the instructor and other boys, and Allen was no exception. It's just that he has lived with Snow Wolf for many years, and he doesn't know much about men and women. Other boys are different. Some 13 or 14-year-old boys even have experience in this area, so their eyes on the girl become more intense.

As the teenagers were changing clothes, suddenly a dozen instructors sprang up from the door and windows of the barracks. Each of them had a whip in their hands, and they couldn't help but say that they were violently pumping at the young girls who had lost their energy.

For a time, the barracks screamed.

The location Allen chose gave him a second or two to react. Therefore, when an instructor's whip volleyed, he rolled on the bed and let the whip hit the iron bed. The instructor screamed, his wrist shook, and the whip swept out. Allen jumped down to the ground at first sight, avoiding the second whip.

"Damn it!" The instructor cursed in a low voice, then whipped out again.

The whip aimed at Alan's head, and the latter immediately covered his head with his hands. Shrinking yourself into a ball to reduce the impact surface, and then slightly to one side, so that the whip that fell on the head was finally drawn to the outside of the left arm, suddenly pulling out a red and swollen scar.

A few more whips followed.

The screams in the barracks came one after another, but the attack came fast and went fast. But within five seconds, all the instructors stopped. Every child got at least two or three lashes. Allen needs more, he got six lashes, twice as much as other teenagers!

At this time, Lieutenant Ron walked in with a signature smile on his face and said: "Smugglers, how about it, are you comfortable with it? You will remember that you will be here, yes In order to receive the most rigorous training in order to survive in the cruelest game. Don’t think that you are still at home. In my place, attacks may happen at any time. What you have to do is to stay vigilant at all times and use Learn to be beaten as fast as you can!"

"This is my second lesson for you!"