Chapter 102: It’s Too Late to Mend the Fence After the Sheep Have Been Lost (7)

Shang Chi kept a strict time and prepared the medicine according to the military doctor's instructions one minute in advance, "Change the dressing, change the dressing."

The wounded covered their wounds and struggled, "No, we will do it ourselves!"

The wounds were hideous and bloody, and they themselves felt horrified when they saw them. Don't scare the children.

Shang Chi was confused, and he changed his target, "Your hands are injured, you can't change them yourself, let me help you."

"No, no, no." The wounded with bandages on all four limbs tried to squirm and dodge, "I'll let that guy help me, his hands are fine."

"That guy" in the next bed raised his hand, "Yes, I bandaged all the people without hands in the tent."

The person who was only injured in the hand but was said to have no hands cursed in his heart, and said with emotion: "Thank you so much, I trust your craftsmanship."

Shang Chi was even more confused, "Then I will help you take off the bandages first?"

"No, no..."

"What, kid, where is your brother?" The wounded tried to divert his attention. He lay there unable to move, and could only watch Shang Chi stretch out his claws.

Shang Chi looked at the bloody scene in front of him and was silent for two seconds. Just when the wounded thought he would cry, he quickly adjusted his mood.

"Ming Huan." Shang Chi was agile and smiling, seemingly unaffected by the horrifying scene. "He said he was going out for a walk. Strange, why hasn't he come back yet?"

Shen Ming Huan also wanted to go back.

Mo Sinian and Lu Zhiyi made a simple stretcher, carrying Yan Ji on it.

Yan Ji was still restless while lying down, and stretched out a hand to hold the corner of Shen Ming Huan's clothes tightly, "Classmate, why do you wear a mask? Oh, I understand, you have to cover it when you do bad things. But don't worry, you saved us, and I, Yan Ji, am not an ungrateful person. When your teacher comes, just say that I pulled you out."

The soldier in front sneered again, but did not stop them, and just listened to the group of people discussing how to fool them.

Yan Ji made a face at his back, "It's okay, the instructors came late and there is no evidence. I will take full responsibility for this matter."

Mo Sinian looked at the instructor's increasingly weird expression, and he swallowed his saliva, "Yan Ji, you should say less."

Yan Ji ignored him and continued to talk eloquently, "You see, we are all in a relationship of sharing hardships, that... can you teach me the moves you just used? You can ask for any conditions. Or is this taught by your school? Is it too late for me to drop out of the First Army and go to your Supreme Army now?"

The instructor also graduated from the First Army. He could not tolerate his alma mater having such a "traitor" who had no sense of collective honor, and he shouted unbearably: "Name!"

Mo Sinian and Lu Zhiyi stood still reflexively.

"Mo Sinian!"

"Lu Zhiyi!"

Yan Ji on the stretcher shrank his neck, thinking that instructor, you know everything, but he still reported loudly according to the rules: "Yan Ji!"

The instructor took out the light brain to check for a moment, and smiled: "First Military University, first grade, class one, the same group? No wonder they came here to make trouble together."

"What about you?" He was very dissatisfied with Shen Minghuan's silence. This military school student was excellent in ability, but why didn't he know military regulations?

Shen Minghuan frowned, raised his chin slightly, and said with a little pride: "Shen Minghuan."

With his extremely thin body and childish appearance, he looked like a domineering and aggressive child.

The soldier tapped the light brain with his fingers, and said in surprise for a long time: "How could there be no one?"

Shen Minghuan smiled proudly.

The soldier suddenly realized: "So you..."

Shen Minghuan snorted lightly, he said he was not a military school student, right?

"So you haven't told the truth yet! Be honest, what's your name?"

The smile on Shen Minghuan's face disappeared little by little.

The system hurriedly coaxed him: [Host, calm down, think about the mission, think about something happy. ]

[Xiaojiu, remember this person. ]Shen Minghuan gritted his teeth, [If this person doesn't cry like a fool on the day I die, I won't be named Shen! ]

The system sternly retorted: [Host, this is called leaving the small world. ]

Don't be half-dead, it sounds unlucky.

Shang Chi had just changed the bandages for all the wounded, and was worried about whether to go out to look for Shen Minghuan.

The next second, a head popped out of the door, and Shen Minghuan, wearing a mask, waved outside the door: "Shang Chi."

The timing was so coincidental that it almost made people wonder if he was deliberately lazy. At least now the wounded who had a very high degree of favorability towards Shang Chi felt very unfair for this brother.

Shang Chi came out happily, "Ming Huan, you're back, how was your visit?"

Shen Ming Huan was in low spirits: "Not very good."

He turned and left, Shang Chi followed him naturally, and asked worriedly: "What's wrong? Did you see anything? Don't be afraid, brother will protect you."

He thought that this was a battlefield after all, and fighting and killing would inevitably see blood and flesh, and Shen Ming Huan must be scared.

"Ming Huan, I will also be a soldier in the future. You have a soldier brother, so you are not so scared, right?" Shang Chi racked his brains to comfort him.

Shen Ming Huan glanced at him, a little surprised.

I still remember that Shang Chi was still a little uncomfortable when he first came here, and he was still thinking about whether to find a psychological counselor. Unexpectedly, in just half a day, this man had adjusted his mood and even planned to become a soldier. He was so self-adjusted.

"Good goal, I support you." Shen Ming Huan smiled, and then his voice suddenly became angry, "But now, can you explain to them that we are really not military school students!"

"Ah?" Shang Chi scratched his head in surprise. He followed Shen Minghuan's gaze and saw a tall soldier in front of him.

Behind the soldier were three young boys who looked young and looked dejected and dishevelled. The one in the middle seemed injured and was being pursued by the other two.

Even stranger.

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Mo Hexuan received a notice just after returning from the battlefield. He went to the interrogation room to lead the three people out.

He was wearing a mecha and was not injured, nor did he get rubbed against the disgusting gray-black blood of the Zerg. His army green combat uniform was still neat, but a little messy, indicating the owner's haste.

Mo Hexuan's face was as cold as ice, especially with the coldness of the battlefield, and he seemed particularly difficult to approach.

He was tall and took big steps. He walked in front without looking back, and never cared about the three injured boys behind him.

- Even if one of them was his nominal younger brother.

Yan Ji was able to walk after a simple treatment. He limped and staggered behind, not even daring to cry out in pain.

Lu Zhiyi whispered to Mo Sinian: "Your brother really looks like he's not easy to mess with."

Yan Ji nodded repeatedly and whispered: "He looks very fierce. Will we be beaten?"

"My brother never hits anyone." Mo Sinian retorted without hesitation, "He's a very good person, he just doesn't like to talk."

Although their voices were low, Mo Hexuan still heard everything.

His footsteps paused for a moment, and then returned to normal, but the coldness between his eyebrows became even more intense, and a hint of irony quickly passed through the corners of his mouth.

I don't know who he was mocking.

The minimum age for joining the army is 20 years old, and Mo Hexuan was also a top student who went to college at the age of 16. He joined the Qinglong Corps directly after graduation four years later.

Times make heroes. Now, in just two years, Mo Hexuan is 22 years old and has already made a great name for himself.

As well-known as his abilities, his taciturn and quiet personality is also widely known.

There are also rumors that he has a bad relationship with his family. For example, when he and his father, Mo Hongxue, the commander of the Qinglong Corps, are together in private, they are like strangers.

However, not many people believe it. After all, the rumor says that everyone in the Mo family has a bad relationship and hates each other. But how is it possible?

Mo Hongxue is the first umbrella of the alliance, and has countless admirers; Mo Hexuan is a young talent who can support a world at a young age and is a famous child of other people's families; even Mo Sinian, who went to college at the age of sixteen and has an A-level mental talent, will not be inferior to his father and brother in time.

Even if there is any misunderstanding between the father and son, Mo Hongxue and his wife Shao Kunyao cannot have a bad relationship.

When they were dating, the whole alliance was full of dog food, and millions of people shouted about their beautiful love. If there was a rift between them, wouldn't people shout "I will never believe in love again"?

Mo Hexuan took people to his office, and he pulled out a chair casually, making a slight sound.

Mo Hexuan sat down by himself, his eyebrows and eyes were cold.

Mo Sinian and the other two stood in front of the table in fear, not daring to say a word.

Mo Sinian pursed his lips and called softly, "Brother."

Then he lowered his head and said guiltily, "Sorry, I caused you trouble."

"Watch your words." Mo Hexuan looked indifferent, and his voice was not angry, as if he was indifferent, "There are no relatives in the barracks, you should call me second lieutenant."

He glanced at the three people, "This matter is very serious, I will notify your school."

"Okay, okay."

"We were wrong."

The three people apologized stutteringly.

Yan Ji dared to make jokes in front of the strict instructor, but he could only nod in front of Mo Hongxue.

At the moment, he felt that even if he was punished by the school, it would be better than being frozen into ice chips by Mo Hongxue in this office.

Mo Hexuan raised his eyes and looked at Mo Sinian calmly, "If you are not convinced, you can also go to the commander."

This is a strange thing to say. If such a small matter is brought to Mo Hongxue, it will be a bit unreasonable.

Lu Zhiyi and Yan Ji looked at each other.

"No, no." Mo Sinian quickly refuted, and he said softly: "I was wrong."