Zhang Xi didn't know if there were any other alive soldiers who heard the veterans who were discussing their merits just now.

What worried him more was the recruits who entered Class 14 with him.

They are not very familiar with the laws of survival in the military camp.

Even though they were relatively low-key before, surviving after experiencing true life and death may lead to major changes in their minds.

If an ignorant soldier suddenly attacks for his dead brother when he can speak, it will put both sides in a dilemma and embarrassing situation.

We must not rashly expose the previous intentions of the veterans such as the squad leader.

They are the last of their strength, the rookies who have just arrived without any foundation, and cannot compete with the power of the squad leader and the veterans.

Also, just now, he asked everyone to use corpses as feather arrows, and some soldiers used their comrades to block feather arrows.

This is very taboo. Even if the comrades-in-arms had already died in battle before this, the comrades-in-arms, who were gloriously sacrificed. Using his body as a feather arrow is a secondary injury to him.

Zhang Xi spoke with a word and denied that it was the arrow that a squad leader ordered to shoot, and blamed the feather arrows inserted into his comrades on the ambush of the previous Zilitine Cavalry. At the same time, he also denied the fact that they used their comrades' bodies to resist the feather arrows to survive.

This is also the same sentence, to win the respect and glory they deserve for the dead comrades.

Even if they already... hope that those who have family members can be proud of them and receive the pension that should belong to them.

"Ah!!! It hurts so much!"

Xiang Kaiqi shouted, he was one of the ones who tried to roar out the selfish thoughts of the squad leader and others and questioned them.

He not only sacrificed his brothers, but also his brothers who died for the same team and the same camp, but also for one of his own arms.

Zhang Xi spoke first and blocked his words.

He couldn't quickly figure out Zhang Xi's intention, but he knew that Zhang Xi said this must have his intention, and he could not break up his platform.

He could only vent his dissatisfaction with loud cry.

In front of the enemy, he did not let out a cry of pain. In front of his comrades, he used the cry of pain to vent his physical pain, heart pain, and unhappiness.

Zhao Buweisen and the others were lying on the stretcher. After treatment, they also regained consciousness. They heard Zhang Xi's words and Xiang Kaiqi's dissatisfaction. Both of them didn't say a word.

They are veterans, and the battlefield is so cruel and honorable, and they have always been to the living.

Most people who can survive after most battles do not have to go to the front line to sprint. Those who really charge forward often use their lives to create a myth of merit for the living.

Every veteran of the elite battalion wants to climb up, including them, who know the cruelty of the battlefield, so they want not to become cannon fodder and to be the one who survives. They not only have to make themselves stronger, but also have to climb upwards, climb to a position where they do not have to go to the front line to fight, climb to a position where they can "survive", climb to a position where they can use the sacrifices of others to create their own merits.

Close your eyes, pretend that you didn't hear anything, see nothing, and recover from your injuries.

The other soldiers either lost the lottery or took off their strength. Some of them also let out a sensation of pain in Kaiqi. Then they snoreed after exhausting the last little strength and fell asleep.

"They are all heroes, so are you. I will report your contributions truthfully and will not treat you badly." A squad leader loudly gave Zhang Xi a reply in front of everyone.

He didn't know if Zhang Xi had heard their discussion just now. If not, that would be the best. If so, then he was an absolutely smart child. At this age, he had such personal ability and emotional intelligence to judge the situation. This would be a junior worthy of training.

"Anyway, the 14th team of the 13th team has almost consumed this time. Why not take this opportunity to use the method of organizing the survivors into other squads to get this kid to the first team." In the heart of the squad leader, Zhang Xi's abacus had already begun to make a plan.

After some renovation, the large army returned home. Zhang Xi lay safely on the stretcher and was served by ordinary logistics soldiers and medical soldiers. This was all he deserved.

In order to take care of the wounded, the large army walked slowly for several days before returning to the elite battalion. The troops were dispersed back to their own squads. Survivors of the 134th squad were temporarily moved into the medical squad and received round-the-clock observation and treatment by the medical squad.

Zhang Xi left the treatment team the next day, and he was almost done.

Faced with the battle of the Zilitung Cavalry, he was actually not seriously injured. He was more likely to lose his strength, and he was relieved after slashing dozens of heavy armor.

During this period, he was often hit by the attacks of the Purple Lightning Cavalry, but the damage caused to his body seemed to be all skin trauma, and the relatively mild skin trauma was like being slapped heavily. It hurt very much at the time, but it didn't hurt so much. In another day, there was only a little feeling.

"Being beaten can indeed improve combat ability." Zhang Xi attributed this ability to the thick skin and flesh after being beaten, as well as the contribution of the ants of Guerzhisong to leave excrement on him.

He didn't know how long the excrement could be kept, and he could no longer return to the Purple Electric Realm and return to the Forest of Gul when needed.

Gul'er's ant didn't hurt him, it might be just luck, leaving him with this protective film that could be on his body, probably a coincidence.

Luck is the part of strength, but strength must not depend on luck. I am afraid that at critical moments, I hope the luck that comes is not strong.

"Zhang Yingxiong, do you want to take a few more days off before going back?" The veteran of the medical team has also been chatting with Zhang Xi over the past few days, and teasing him as a hero.

"Oh, you are all male soldiers here, not even a female soldier, and there is no meaning at all. I might as well go back and cultivate myself."

"This is a military camp, how could there be female soldiers? If there are female soldiers, then it would be a mess? Who would have the intention to train seriously?" The medical veteran of the medical class shook his head at Zhang Xi. After all, this kid is still a young young man. Just like they just entered the military camp, he missed home and the opposite sex, which is normal.

"Only by matching men and women, you can work without being tired."

Zhang Xi just wanted to find a suitable excuse for himself to leave. His injuries were almost healed, and he didn't want outsiders to find that his body was different from ordinary people.

These days, these medical veterans always want to find an opportunity to strip his clothes, wondering why he is the only soldier who is the shallowest injured on the battlefield.

Fortunately, he has this past experience of challenging the ingredient area every day and not afraid of powerful enemies. Otherwise, they would definitely be trying to avoid being beaten or not.

"What if the female soldier is defeated?"

Veterans from the medical team stayed in the military camp for a long time, and they saw more.

On the battlefield, women must never appear, especially those who are defeated soldiers, who are living or dying.

"Then you can never lose."
Chapter completed!