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"Second Lieutenant, what is the art of being beaten?"
A black teenager asked timidly.
Second Lieutenant Ron nodded and said, "That's a good question. Being beaten is also a skill. In battle, injuries and beatings are inevitable. As for how to minimize his injuries, he needed to have a good understanding of the situation and his own body. As long as you grasp this, you will understand what it means to avoid the important and focus on the trivial. Let me give you the simplest example … "
He walked to an iron bed, which was stained with blood. A young girl lay naked on it, motionless. There were a few bright red whip marks on her left ear and even her cheek. The girl was whipped to death by the instructor. Ron pulled the corpse to the ground without mercy, pulled the girl\'s head to the side, pointed at her ear, and said, "You see, this is what happens when you don\'t know how to protect yourself. Compared to parts like the head and ears. Her arm can obviously withstand more damage. As long as she knows how to protect her head with her hand, the worst outcome is that her arm will be injured, and she won\'t lose her life! "
"Let's take the arm as an example. If you stab it with a knife …" Ron waved to the instructor behind him, and a dagger was immediately handed to him. He raised his hand and slashed at the shoulder of the corpse\'s arm. "Look, the muscles and fat here are thicker. If you cut it with a knife, you will break the skin and bleed. But if you cut it here, it\'s different … "
The knife in his hand flashed, and this time, he cut the artery in his wrist. The blood of the corpse that had just died hadn\'t had time to coagulate and settle, so a blood arrow sprayed out and splashed all over Ron\'s face. He wiped his face carelessly and smiled sinisterly, "Now do you see it clearly? You little bastards, if you want to survive, you have to start by understanding yourself. This way, you will know when you face an attack, which part to choose to be hit to survive, which part is easy to die! "
Then, Ron used the girl\'s corpse as a teaching material and used a dagger to give a vivid anatomy lesson to the youths and girls. By the time the lesson was over, the young girl's corpse had been completely mutilated, and even her internal organs had been taken out. The barracks was filled with the strong smell of blood. The instructors were all expressionless, but nine out of ten of the older children vomited so much that their bile was coming out.
Allen did not vomit. He had seen bloodier things than this. It was just that his little face was pale, and Ron's indifferent expression made him feel uncomfortable. After all, a few minutes ago, she was still a living person.
Ron looked at the children with satisfaction and asked the instructor to write down the numbers of the teenagers who did not vomit. When he saw Allen, he walked over and said, "You're not bad, kid. I've noticed you. You're more agile and alert than the others. Tell me, what is your name? "
"Allen."
"Alright, Allen. Let me guess, your father was a hunter? "
"No, I don't have a father. My mother died when I was 5 years old. "Allen replied.
Even Ron was surprised. If this white-haired kid\'s skills weren\'t taught to him by his parents, then it was very likely that he had figured them out on his own. If he needed to figure out how to survive, it could only mean that he had lived in the wilderness all year round. Thinking of this, Ron became even more interested in him.
"I like you, Allen. So you see, try to survive to the end. "He patted Allen on the shoulder so hard that he almost broke Allen\'s arm.
When Second Lieutenant Ron walked out of the barracks, he returned to his office and asked an instructor to bring him Allen\'s information. Looking at the serial number on the document, Ron laughed dryly. "It seems that someone is trying to play tricks under my nose."
On the information, the youth with the number 666 should be called Beth, not Allen. Moreover, this Beth had a father who ran a mine, which was even more different from Allen\'s situation. Ron called an instructor over and threw the document in front of him. "Who brought this kid here?"
The instructor quickly replied, "It\'s Levin, Second Lieutenant."
"Very well, call Levin over."
In the barracks, two soldiers brought some medicine for the children to apply to their wounds. After Allen applied the ointment, he took out the manual he had been given and began to read it. Before he was five years old, Lanny had taught him many things, the most important of which was to read. In this barracks, most of the children could not understand what was written in the manual, but Allen could roughly read it.
The death arena was a product of the Battle of Dawn. The Federation government, which was established on the ruins of the land, organized such a competition in order to let future generations remember this battle and let future generations know the importance of survival. At first, the death arena was only held on the floating island. Later on, because of the surge in population, countless people were driven to the surface.
Coupled with the passage of time and the increasingly serious conflict between the floating island and the surface, the qualification to be selected for the death arena was placed on the surface. Every two years, the system will automatically select the citizens of the 22 administrative districts of the Federation on the surface. Most of them were ten to fifteen year old youths who had been trained and eliminated. In the end, only one person from each district would be able to participate, and a total of 22 people would fight for their lives in a designated area of Babylon\'s floating island.
The winner will receive a number of rewards. Among them were weapons and equipment, start-up funds, and official residency rights on the floating island. There was no lack of lucky people who were favored by a wealthy aristocratic family and absorbed as a collateral disciple. They would receive more resources and opportunities to advance.
More importantly, the winner also had the privilege of designating five to ten direct family members to move to the floating island. This was undoubtedly a huge temptation for the residents of the surface.
In short, the death arena was an important opportunity for the citizens of the surface to change their fate. The premise is that you have to survive and survive to the end!
Just as he finished reading the manual, he heard a pig-like cry coming from outside. Allen and the other children squeezed to the windows. In the square outside the window, a fat man was tied up. Second Lieutenant Ron held a whip and whipped the fat man. Allen let out a "eh" sound. He recognized the fat man. That was the military official who colluded with Hearn to let him replace Hearn\'s son in the death arena.
At this moment, an instructor walked into the barracks and shouted, "Number 666, step out!"
Allen walked out and brought the instructor to the square. After Second Lieutenant Ron\'s last whip, the fat man was already covered in blood. His head was drooping, and he didn\'t know if he was unconscious or dead. Ron, who had just finished whipping, had a ferocious expression on his face, and his killing intent was released uncontrollably. He stood in front of Allen. The youth\'s face turned even paler, but he straightened his back silently.
Ron restrained his murderous aura and said, "I\'ve already checked. This number shouldn\'t have been yours. The pig, Levin, also confessed that he had received benefits from others. I hate people challenging my intelligence the most. This fat pig and the Herne family must die! "
"As for you …" Ron said, "You can choose again. Do you want to stay and continue training? Or do you want to leave? It\'s rare for me to be merciful, so you\'d better seize the opportunity. "
Allen bit his lips, raised the manual and shook it. "I want to know, is what it says true? I\'m referring to the rewards. "
"It\'s true." Ron took a towel from the instructor and wiped his hands. Then he put his hands on his hips and looked at the sky. "Although the death arena has changed under the control of those noble lords, one thing has remained unchanged. However, there's one thing that hasn't changed, and that's that the rewards are still bountiful, bountiful enough to change people's fate. "
"Then I choose to stay." Allen gritted his teeth and said.
Ron lowered his head and narrowed his eyes, "Why? If it were those kids in the barracks, they would love to leave this hell. Believe me, I\'ve been exceptionally lenient today. Your days will only get harder and harder. "
Allen shook his head and looked at the second lieutenant. His bright red eyes were exceptionally calm and cold. "Because I need to change my fate. Only then will I have the strength to settle some scores with some people!"
Ron stared at Allen, who didn\'t look away. A moment later, the second lieutenant nodded and said, "Well, since you\'re willing to stay in hell, I hope you\'re prepared to turn yourself into a devil. Otherwise, you won\'t survive. "
After letting Allen go back, Ron said to the instructor beside him, "I like this kid more and more. He has a goal in his eyes, like a wolf preparing to hunt. If he can survive to the end, I\'ll feel sorry for his prey. "
The instructor smiled awkwardly, his expression a little unnatural. After all, anyone familiar with Ron knew that it was not a good thing to be liked by him.
Four o\ 'clock in the morning was the time for a good dream. Suddenly, a sharp whistle sounded outside the barracks. Allen immediately opened his eyes and jumped off the iron bed. Then, he rushed to the nearest window and jumped out of it. He slept with his clothes on and didn\'t even take off his shoes. Many of the youths had taken off their clothes for comfort. When they heard the whistle, the smarter ones simply ran out of the barracks without wearing anything. Some of the slower ones were still wondering if they should put on their clothes.
In just 10 seconds, Allen was the first to arrive at the playground. Then a dozen other youths arrived at the same time. They were dressed in neat camp uniforms, and it was obvious that they hadn\'t taken off their clothes to sleep. The third batch to arrive were seven or eight children wearing only one pair of pants. Of those who were a few beats slower, only five managed to arrive before the time limit.
As soon as 15 seconds were up, the ferocious instructor immediately rushed into the barracks, followed by the whistling of the whip and the screams of the youths. The four youths who hadn\'t run out of the barracks in time were each given five lashes. The instructor showed no mercy, whipping them until they were dripping with blood and then driving them out.
Looking at the four bleeding youths, the others shuddered in their hearts. Ron said calmly, "This is the first time they\'ve made a mistake. I gave each of them five lashes as a reminder. Their instructor will note it down. If they make another mistake, the punishment will be doubled. And so on until they don\'t make any more mistakes. Or, they\'ll become dead. "
"Alright, all of you run, you brats. Run around the playground and don\'t stop until I tell you to stop, understand? "
"Understood!"
The youths answered in unison.
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