Chapter 392 The Bastard Spirit

She raised her hand and squeezed it hard.

"I'm sorry to myself, I'm sorry to the people, and I'm sorry to my military uniform!"

The female soldiers below all shouted in unison, their voices loud and sweet. Yes, this is the slogan of their women's team. At this time, they are not women, but a female soldier. One can be as good as a man. A female soldier who fights and kills the enemy.

Not far away, a vague figure walked in. Maybe it was because the sky was depressing at this time, or maybe because everyone's eyes were involuntarily covered with a thin layer of fog, and the person with a southern accent and a northern accent walked out from a distance. Closely, from blur to clarity.

That was a man, a man of about thirty years old, maybe younger. His facial features were as deep and mysterious as those of Europeans and Americans, and he also had the reserved masculine and negative beauty of Orientals. He was neither fresh meat nor an uncle, but His color is better than that of fresh meat, and he has a rough temperament, but he has the appearance of an uncle.

So handsome.

Good man.

Perhaps this is the first impression these female soldiers have on this countryman.

The man came over with his hands behind his back. He was wearing a military uniform and his back was very straight. At a glance, you could tell that this was Zeng Jin who had been a soldier. Only men who had served as soldiers could have such a figure. Only men who had served as soldiers could have such a figure. Only men who have served as soldiers can have such magnanimity, and only men who have served as soldiers can have such murderous intent.

Yan Huan glanced at the man, and coincidentally, the man's eyes were also facing hers.

She turned her face away. If discipline hadn't been there, she would have turned around and left.

"My name is Lu Yi." The man glanced at the female soldiers present one by one, and finally stopped next to Yan Huan for a few more seconds. However, his gaze was quickly withdrawn, so these female soldiers arrived She also didn't find that there was some wind and rain between her and Yan Huan, maybe it could not be said to be wind and rain, but it could be said to be almost the same as the ice and snow.

"From today on, I will become your new instructor," his voice was not loud, but it seemed to have something that pierced the heart and soul, very deep, very piercing, and very painful.

The female soldiers all stood up straight. They didn't wear much clothes. Under their camouflage uniforms, they only wore a thin sweater at most. They still stood firm in the wind and snow.

The sky seemed to be clearing up a bit, but behind the clear weather, it was extremely cold.

It will snow in Haishi. If it snows, the entire world may be frozen.

At this time, not far away, under the leaden light, the water was frozen, and it was stiff, not soft.

"Who is Yan Huan? Come out," he called Yan Huan's name.

Yan Huan lowered his eyelashes and stood still.

"Who is Yan Huan? Come out," came another sentence.

Yan Huan finally raised his head, his chin slightly raised, with a look of defiance on his face.

"Report, I am."

"You stand aside."

Lu Yi still put his hands behind his back, and his voice was so deep that there was almost no fluctuation.

Yan Huan stopped, her red lips pursed very tightly, and her lip color was lighter now, and her face was much paler than others. At a glance, she was just a white bun, and others were like corn nests. Wotou.

Lu Yi turned around again and faced the group of female soldiers. Listen to my command, five kilometers training, leave now.

The female soldiers turned around and ran away with one command after another, leaving Yan Huan standing there as a pillar.

When no one was paying attention, Yan Huan suddenly stretched out his foot and kicked Lu Yi directly on the back. Lu Yi turned around. At that moment, his face was speechless and helpless.

Yan Huan clapped his hands and raised his chin, looking very stubborn.

Lu Yi turned around and continued to stand, but one of his hands was placed on his waist. The fingers of that hand were clenched, and the veins were jumping upward.

Yan Huan suddenly thought of something. She lowered her head and continued to clench her hands, listening to the uniform footsteps of the team not far away that had walked away.

The slightly drooped eyelashes were stained with some indescribable moisture.

Something moistened her heart, and some emotion clouded her senses.

road steps, obstacles, creeping forward

This male instructor was very cruel. He didn't regard them as women at all. Huang Mengmeng was so tired that she didn't want to move. She glanced at the male instructor secretly. She originally thought he was a male god, but now she felt like a male psycho. , or a middle-aged man with nerves.

And by the time their training was over, they were almost all exhausted.

"Why didn't he let you run?" Huang Mengmeng was lying on Yan Huan's back, "You are the Sanniang of our group, Sanniang, God, Sanniang..."

"Yan Huan, how can you bear with us being tortured like this?"

Yan Huan took out a piece of paper from his pocket, opened it, and waved it in front of Huang Mengmeng's eyes.

Holding it upside down, Huang Mengmeng tilted his head, tilted it again, and tilted it again.

Severe anemia, diagnosis, rest, not suitable for strenuous exercise. There is a signature of a military doctor below. This is a certificate issued by the military hospital. It is absolutely impossible to go through the back door.

"No wonder, you have such a pale face," Huang Mengmeng pinched Yan Huan's face, "If your fans see it, I don't know how distressed you will be."

"As long as they see my achievements," Yan Huan put the paper into his pocket, quite domineeringly.

Huang Mengmeng stretched out his thumb and gestured to Yan Huan.

With such a strong bastard spirit, Yan Huan, the actress, is completely different from those actors who moan and groan without any trouble. She used to be a passerby, but now she has become Yan Huan's true fan.

When she comes home for the Chinese New Year, she can brag to others that Yan Huan is still her comrade. They have slept on the same bed, eaten the same bowl of rice, run together, made mistakes together, and suffered the consequences together. Punishment.

"Gather," a low voice suddenly came from outside. Huang Mengmeng was so frightened that he ran out quickly, and here he comes again. That Lu Devil kills people almost every time, but he is very good at fighting. They were quite capable of fighting. She thought that all of hers were quite capable of fighting, at least five or six men, but she didn't care about them.

But this Lu Devil was too scary. His skills in beating people were scary. Of course, his training methods were even scarier. She really... couldn't fall in love with him. When he first came here, everyone thought of him. A male god, as an idol, has a good face, good figure, and good posture

But now, that is just a shitty idol, and they are all called Lu Devil.

The people outside are all gathered, either for five kilometers or ten kilometers. This does not regard them as women at all. Although these female soldiers are stronger than the men outside, they are still The girl is coming.