"It's not me!" Winters was wronged and aggrieved. He walked deep and shallowly in the darkness: "I only burned the thief's hair!"

"It's okay, it's not yours."

"Look at what you said... I really didn't do it!"

"I know, it's definitely not yours. The fire is far away from here." Bud led the way with two long spears and calmly cleared Winters of the charge.

Winters was very uncomfortable all day long. He was hit by Ike during the day, and at night, a female thief took her life, with her left shoulder, right arm, and feet hurt her.

The two walked back to the post at the north gate. The juniors on duty had already heard the whistle and saw the strange phenomena in the sky.

They thought it was the patrol guards who blew the whistle when they saw a fire. The short instructor on night shift was also woken up and was waiting anxiously at the door.

So when they saw Winters come back with a bloody arm, they were all shocked.

"How did you do it?" The short instructor on duty was confused.

"There is a thief, I ran out of the school direction and stopped me. I moved my knife and ran away." Winters had already sorted out his language on the way back.

He decided to be smarter, not to mention things related to "fire".

We must not mention women, so as not to cause unnecessary misunderstandings and to lose our rants.

"Whoever dares to come to our army's territory?" The short instructor on duty was furious.

Winters thought to himself: It's indeed a life-deserving person, and my life is almost gone.

However, the thief had run away and no one could do anything to her for the time being.

The top priority is obviously to deal with Winters' injury and to figure out where the fire broke out.

The short teacher immediately took Winters to the staff duty room. He took out the scythe and tinder cloth to make the fire, but he tried it several times but couldn't ignite it.

Winters sighed and silently activated the ignition technique.

The oil lamp was on, but the light was still too dark.

The short teacher asked Winters' juniors to get a few more oil lamps.

Winters remembered the dagger of the female thief. The dagger was made of metal and could be used as a casting material for the light technique as long as it was not rusted.

He took out the dagger, and the casting gesture of the Fire Technique, activated Tesla's Light Technique.

Magic power was poured onto the surface of the dagger. After the metal was inputted, it released the magic power in the form of visible light, and the room was immediately illuminated.

Taking advantage of the glory, the short instructor quickly took out a pair of small scissors and seized the time to cut open the right sleeve of Winterssha's regular clothes.

The blood on Winters' arm had solidified, and the fabric was tightly stuck to the wound.

"But grit your teeth and hold it back." The short teacher warned quietly: "This must be torn off and cannot be left on the wound. Otherwise, the wound will run out of pus and you will die of a high fever."

The [Soviet War] that lasted for more than ten years has allowed the army to accumulate a large amount of experience in dealing with sharp weapon injuries. These experiences were finally summarized and become the teaching content of hygiene classes.

Winters nodded, and the short teacher didn't talk nonsense.

He was ruthless and tried hard on his hand. With a "swish", the fabric that was stuck to the wound was torn off by him.

Winters almost spasmed in pain, and the originally coagulated wound bleed again, and the blood ticked along the bed along his arms.

At this time, a sound of horse hooves came from afar, and the sound of hooves came from far away, and soon stopped at the door of the duty room.

A junior pushed the door and entered: "Report! The horse is here."

After the guards who were standing guard just now discovered the strange phenomenon in the sky, they immediately woke up the short teacher on duty.

The short instructor immediately determined that the fire broke out from the port. He led a guard out of the door and ran along the main road towards the fire, trying to find out the situation.

While running, a short teacher found that he was stupid. The place where the fire caught was obviously a long distance from the school. In which year and month would he run with his legs?

So the two ran back in shame.

After returning, the short instructor sent a cavalry student to the school stable to lead the horses. Just as he was waiting anxiously like an ant on a hot pan, Winters and Bud returned to the north gate.

The short teacher ignored the student who was leading the horse. He first carefully checked the fabric torn off Winters under the lighting of the light technique, and then carefully looked at Winters' wounds.

At this time, Winters was no longer able to maintain the light technique. The severe phantom pain made him unable to concentrate and he was forced to withdraw from the casting state.

The dagger dimmed, and the only light source in the room was left with oil lamps.

"It's okay, I didn't hurt the bones. The weapon that caused the wound was very sharp, and there was no rag wrapped in the wound. The blade edge was also very flat and would heal quickly. If there was a magic user here, even the scar would not be left." The short teacher made a judgment confidently.

He then ordered the other students: "Find some clean water, dissolve the salt, wash his wounds, and don't wrap it."

A short teacher tore off a long cloth from the sheets, circled Winters' neck and right hand and tied knots, and made a rope similar to that used when an arm fractured.

He told Winters: "Don't move your right arm, don't touch the wound, and heal quickly."

After dealing with Winters' knife wound, the short instructor took a student with him and hurriedly rode to the port area to reconnaissance the fire.

After the short instructor left, Bud quickly arranged for Winters to clean the wound.

But he was also in trouble. Where can I find clean water and salt at night? I think only the kitchen has these two things, so he also went out to get salt water in the canteen.

Only Winters and three juniors were left in the room. Winters and his juniors were familiar with each other, and so were the juniors. The four of them stared at each other, and the duty room was filled with embarrassing air.

"Go to the student duty room." Winters decided to change the room first and not stay in the staff duty room.

"Squad leader, who is so cruel?" A low-grade officer student carefully observed Winters' wound and asked in fear: "Do you have to use a knife to steal something? Besides, what's the best thing to steal in the school?"

"I thought it was a guy who escaped from the bed." Winters pulled the knife and groaned in pain: "So he stabbed me with a knife when he came up."

"Did you see what it looks like?"

"I didn't see it with my face, but I must be a woman."

"Woman?!" The juniors were stunned. In the lives of military academy students, except for the cook and the laundry, there was no chance to meet other opposite sexes, let alone female thieves.

The three of them exchanged their eyes and tacitly thought that the squad leader might be too hungry and causing hallucinations. "It's really a female thief! A bastard!" Winters could tell at a glance that the three brats were thinking about Huahua.

The female thief is indeed a bit like a kind of erotic fantasy, but he is sure that the one who just now wants to kill him with a dagger is definitely a woman.

He regretted mentioning the word "woman" with his juniors. Now his juniors are no longer focused on "thief", but are completely attracted by "women".

"What's wrong with it just now?" Winters asked.
Chapter completed!