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Allen's expression was also ugly. He wasn't frightened by the sturdy second lieutenant's voice. What truly shook him to the core was the light that shone from the Second Lieutenant's body when he roared.
It was the light of Origin Energy, different from Bai Fang's cold silver radiance. The light on the second lieutenant's body was pale red, revealing a strong and domineering aura.
Apart from the second lieutenant, Allen also discovered that a few of the instructors were also emitting a misty glow. However, compared to the second lieutenant, their brilliance was incomparably dim. But no matter how dim it was, Allen knew that he couldn't afford to offend such a person, at least for now.
He decided to strictly follow the second lieutenant's orders. A person like this killing him was no different from crushing an ant. They weren't as easy to provoke as Gu Te's soldiers. And he still wanted to live. Only by living could he settle the score with Andy.
At the same time, this was also his mother's wish!
At the second lieutenant's signal, a few soldiers scattered some yellow powder around the teenagers and girls. At the same time, Andy continued, "Next is a simple test. Trust me, it's really simple. "
He smiled sinisterly and said, "I just want you to stand still for 10 minutes. Most importantly, you are not allowed to leave this yellow circle. Whoever disobeys the order will end up … "
Taking out a rough revolver from his waist, Second Lieutenant Ron deliberately shook the body of the gun. The meaning was already very obvious.
Very quickly, the yellow powder had already sprinkled out an unavoidable circle on the plaza. A hundred or so youths were standing in the circle. Many of the youths looked a little terrified. Allen sniffed hard. The smell of the powder was filled with a pungent sour smell, almost choking him to tears. A smell with such a strong smell didn't seem to be as simple as drawing a circle.
It was more like it was to restrict something.
Allen's guess quickly became a reality, and a few other soldiers brought over a few sealed alloy barrels. Then, he entered the password. Finally, the electronic lock was unlocked. The surface of the barrel shrank up and down, and the pitch-black space inside flickered with tens of millions of dark red fireflies.
The youths couldn't conceal the fear in their eyes. They retreated, and the timid ones even fell to the ground.
Suddenly, a small thing jumped out of the barrel. It was an ant, but its body was a little bigger, about the size of a cicada. Its body was dark red, and its two small, sharp teeth were moving gently.
"These are volcanic ants. They live near volcanic craters all year round and are extremely sensitive to vibrations. If I were you, I would stand still obediently. "Second Lieutenant Ron said with a sinister smile.
A few soldiers began to knock on the barrel. Affected by the vibration, a large number of Volcanic Ants crawled out of the barrel. They were like a dark red tide, spreading out with a crashing sound. At first, the volcanic ant looked a little confused, as if it was adapting to the new environment. However, when some of the youths could not help but scream, these ants immediately locked onto their targets and swarmed towards the youths like a tidal wave.
Allen took a deep breath and began to slow down his heartbeat. This was the Snow Wolf's concealment technique. By slowing down its heartbeat, it could weaken its aura so that it could quietly approach its prey and launch a killing blow.
After a few breaths of time, the volcanic ants had already surged to the teenagers' feet. Dozens of ants began to crawl up Allen's feet. He tried to make his breathing long and gentle so that his body would not react too violently.
However, the other teenagers were not Allen. At least half of the boys and girls cried out in alarm, stomping with their feet and slapping with their hands. However, their overly intense reaction quickly attracted the attacks of the volcanic ants. These ants were not small, and their jaws and teeth easily tore open the young boy's tender skin. They drilled into the ears, nostrils, and even the lower body of the older children.
In less than a minute, more than a dozen youths had already fallen. They began to vomit blood, the result of their internal organs being bitten by the volcanic ants.
A twelve or thirteen year old boy finally couldn't help but scream and run out of the yellow circle. Second Lieutenant Ron did not stop him. Seeing this, the other youths followed suit. When a dozen children ran out of the yellow circle, Second Lieutenant Ron nodded to the soldiers behind him.
Then, a series of gunshots rang out, and the soldiers used their rifles to knock down the children who dared to run out of the yellow circle. Ron even used his rough revolver to plough off more than half of a girl's head. The child's corpse that fell to the ground quickly became a delicious meal for the volcanic ants.
Allen simply closed his breath and eyes. He was still standing there, his entire body covered in volcanic ants. But he didn't move at all, like a stone sculpture. Ron quickly discovered him. The second lieutenant winked at an instructor beside him, "Looks like there's still some good stuff. The little guy actually knows how to slow down his heartbeat and restrain his aura. Look, those damn ants only treat him like a rock. "
"Write down his number later."
The instructor nodded.
Ten minutes had finally passed. Ron snapped his fingers, and a dozen soldiers immediately sprayed the children with water guns. A large amount of cold water sprayed onto his body, and Allen felt his entire body relax. The densely packed ants crawling on his body were all washed away by the water. They struggled desperately in the water, but soon they stopped moving. Allen stuck out his tongue and gently licked the water stains that flowed out of his mouth. He felt a strong sour taste coming from the tip of his tongue.
Something seeped into the water, which should be fatal to volcanic ants.
The water gun washed for an entire minute before stopping. Less than a third of the youths were still standing. At least fifty youths died from the bite of volcanic ants, and more than a dozen were shot by Ron and his soldiers.
In just ten minutes, there were only thirty-five people left in the training camp. At this moment, Allen somewhat understood the meaning of the so-called "hell" in Ron's words just now.
"Congratulations, you've passed the first stage, which is also the most difficult one." Ron looked at the youths who were still standing. They were all drenched in sweat. Some of the girls' wet clothes stuck to their bodies, exposing their young bodies. Ron glared fiercely at the girls before continuing, "This is my first lesson to you, and that is to obey my orders completely. If you do as I say, you might not die. But if you disobey the order, you will die! "
"I think the deserters from before are enough to explain this."
Ron clapped his hands and said, "Alright, that's the morning lesson for now. There are some manuals here, manuals about the survival game. I know some of you don't even know why you're here, so take this opportunity to take a good look. The instructor will take you to the barracks later. When you hear the whistle, I want you to appear in front of me within 15 seconds. Otherwise, you will have to consider the consequences. "
"Dismiss!"
Then, Allen and the others were brought to a simple barracks.
The barracks were made of iron plates, and thick steel bars were used as supports in the barracks. Other than that, there were only two rows of simple iron beds. Allen picked a bed, which was in the corner, at least three meters away from the nearest window. Many children liked to sleep near the window, while Allen, out of habit from living in the wild for many years, subconsciously chose a corner that was not easy to attack to rest.
His clothes were already soaked, so he simply took off his shirt. Soon, the instructor brought a few sets of camp uniforms to the children. A grass-green vest, a pair of camouflage trousers, and black military boots. This was the best clothes Allen had worn in five years. The instructor was in the barracks supervising the children to change into camp uniforms. The barracks were mixed for men and women, and the dozen or so girls had to take off their wet clothes in front of everyone. Some of the girls were already well-developed, revealing the fruits that were about to ripen on their chests.
This naturally attracted the enthusiastic gazes of the instructor and the other boys, and Allen was no exception. However, after living with Snow Wolf for so many years, he didn't know much about men and women. Words. The other boys were different. Some of the thirteen or fourteen-year-old boys even had experience in this area, so their gazes towards the girls became even more passionate.
Just as the teenagers were changing clothes, a dozen instructors suddenly jumped out of the barracks door and window. Each of them had a whip in their hand, and without any explanation, they wildly lashed at the stripped boys and girls.
For a moment, the barracks was filled with screams.
The position Allen chose gave him a second or two to react compared to the others. Thus, when an instructor's whip flew through the air, he rolled on the bed, letting the whip hit the metal bed. The instructor made a sound of surprise, shook his wrist, and the long whip swept out. Allen saw the opportunity and threw himself to the ground, avoiding the second whip.
"Damn it!" The instructor cursed in a low voice and whipped out again.
The whip aimed at Allen's head, and the latter immediately covered his head with his hands. He shrunk himself into a ball to reduce the area of attack, and then slightly moved to the side, so that the whip that fell on his head ended up on the outside of his left arm, immediately pulling out a red and swollen wound.
Then, a few more lashes came down.
Screams rose and fell from the barracks, but the attack ended just as quickly as it came. In less than five seconds, all the instructors stopped. Every child had been whipped at least two or three times. Allen was a little more. He had been whipped six times, twice as much as the other youths!
At this moment, Second Lieutenant Ron walked in with his signature smile on his face and said, "Little bastards, how is it? Are you comfortable with the whipping? Remember, you are here to receive the most rigorous training, so that you can survive in the cruelest of games. Don't think that you're still staying at home. With me, you can be attacked at any time. What you have to do is to be vigilant at all times and learn how to take a beating as quickly as possible! "
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