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Chapter 933

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"Is that so?" The young officer's face was gloomy as he looked at Dean coldly.

Dean looked indifferent: "Of course not. He maliciously provoked me and was ready to attack me with his feet. I defended myself, but I didn't expect him to be so weak. I thought he was an abyss like me. As a result, I used too much force and his legs were broken."

Hearing Dean's words, the people who were originally heckling were surprised. Many people looked at Dean in surprise. They didn't expect him to be an abyss!

Most of the people living here were pioneers. There were abyss level masters, but very few of them. So everyone mistakenly thought that Dean was also a pioneer, or at most a dominator.

For a time, the heckling voice suddenly died down, but there were still seven or eight people echoing. It seemed that they were purely watching the fun and were not afraid of Dean.

Everyone had a different feeling when they heard the same sentence. Others understood the power exposed in Dudian's words, but the young officer heard a kind of arrogance and threat. What happened to the abyss? Abyss can casually attack others?

The young officer snorted, "He's just a pioneer. How dare he attack you? I've just told you not to make trouble. Did you ignore my words?"

Dean's eyes flashed coldly as he looked straight at him: "Because he is a pioneer, he doesn't know my strength and rashly provoked me. Otherwise, how can I, an abyss, casually lower myself to the level of a pioneer? He didn't attack me, so why would I attack him? "

"Bold!" The young officer shouted.

Dean's consecutive rhetorical questions made him even angrier: "I brought so many newcomers here and nothing happened. Why did someone provoke you when you came?"

"How do I know the reason?" Dean knew that it was because of Aisha, but he didn't want to point it out. He knew that even if he didn't point it out, the young officer should be aware of it. His current attitude was just to establish his majesty.

However, if he really let the young officer use him to establish his military prestige, then there would be a lot of trouble in the future. Moreover, these troubles were not aimed at him.

"You can't tell me the reason. It's your fault. Come with me to the military training office to receive punishment!" The young officer said sullenly.

Dean didn't move, but looked at him: "I have already told you the reason, but you don't accept it. Nothing happened before, because I came here, but now something happened. Am I responsible? What is the truth of the matter? You can ignore it? How could he judge who was right and who was wrong just by comparing the past and the present? Since that's the case, I'd like to ask you the same question. There are more than 30 people here. Why didn't I attack anyone but him? "

The young officer was slightly stifled. He didn't expect Dean to be so eloquent and articulate. He choked on the spot.

Although they were both abyss level powerhouses but the young officer was different from the other leaders of the giant wall. Those people were in charge of the giant wall and were good at talking. The young officer was sent to the War God's Wall to guard the border. He had learned how to hunt monsters since childhood. He came here to learn how to attack alien races. How could he compare with Dudian when it came to talking?

Unable to refute, he flew into a rage out of humiliation and shouted, "Sophistry! No matter what, the two of you who caused trouble this time, follow me to the Military Training Center to receive your punishment! "

"Sir, I'm innocent!" The young man with the broken leg said pitifully.

"Shut up!" The young officer's face was gloomy, "Don't think that I don't know what's going on. If you talk again I'll cut off your other leg. You haven't learned anything else but always cause trouble. You don't know the strength of others!"

The young man with the broken leg's face changed. He didn't dare to say more. In fact, he had panicked when he knew that Dean was an abyss. He had been here for so long and he knew how cruel it was here. Although the young officer said that he would punish Dean, but at most it was symbolic. After all, they were in need of manpower. On the contrary, he was a pioneer. Even if the investigation was as he said and Dean maliciously attacked him, he could only accept it.

He would receive the same punishment, but the punishment for pioneers and abyss was as different as heaven and earth.

Dean looked at the young officer and didn't say anything more.

Seeing that things had calmed down, the young officer looked at the people around him who were still stretching their heads to watch the show. He shouted, "Are you all free? Gather at the training field in three minutes. Today, if you don't practice the knife formation, you will suffer!"

Many people immediately shrank their heads and cursed their bad luck.

"You two, come with me!" The young officer's anger hadn't dissipated. He shouted at Dean and turned to leave.

Dean followed them with Aisha.

The young man with the broken leg immediately picked up the broken leg from the ground. As long as the leg was still there, he could reconnect it to the medical center.

He bandaged the broken leg and quickly stopped the bleeding. He took out his hunting tool from under the bed and used it as a crutch to follow the young officer. He hadn't walked out of the tent when he heard a burst of laughter and ridicule from behind.

The young man with the broken leg's face turned green and white. He gritted his teeth and walked out of the tent.

In the military training tent of the Assault Camp, an old blond general with thick eyebrows glanced at the young officer after listening to the young officer's statement. Then he looked at Dean and Aisha, and finally glanced at the young officer. "Didn't you tell them that he is an abyss when you took him to report?"

The young officer was surprised. His palms overflowed with cold sweat. He bowed his head and said: "Sir, it's my fault!"

"It's good to admit your mistake, but it's better not to make mistakes!" The blonde general's voice was calm as he slowly said: "You know what kind of place it is. To put it bluntly, it is a group of mobs. When they lack women, even if you give them a sow, it will be played to death, let alone undead."

"Yes, sir, this subordinate knows his mistake!" The young officer bowed his head.

The blond general didn't pay attention to him anymore. He looked at Dean and the young man with the broken leg and sighed: "You don't even know the strength of the enemy, but you rashly provoked them. I really don't know how a person like you mixed up to the pioneer level. Is it because you have been here for a long time without women and entertainment that your brain is stuffed with shit?"

The young man with the broken leg was red. He gritted his teeth and lowered his head. He didn't dare to complain and mention the broken leg to gain sympathy. He at least had a little insight. He knew that doing so would only make him more humble and more disgusted.

"You take the initiative to stir up trouble. If it was in normal times, you should receive 100 lashes. Considering the current situation, the punishment will be retained but 100 points will be deducted from your battle record. In addition, you will have to wash everyone's clothes for a week, including underwear and socks!" The blond general indifferently said.

The young man with the broken leg was stunned. He didn't expect the punishment to be so heavy! He did not think about the 100 military lashes that had been delayed. Just the deduction of 100 military lashes and the fact that he had to wash other people's socks and underwear was enough to make him feel extremely pained. The people here were all conscripted at the last minute. They were not like the people who had graduated together with them in the military academy, where there was a sense of camaraderie. This place was no different from a prison, just that their range of activity was a little wider.

He wouldn't be able to lift his head in the tent if he had to wash socks and underwear for others. He would be ridiculed by everyone!

"Sir, I, I …" He opened his mouth and wanted to beg. But the blond general's eyes made him forget the words that were about to come out of his mouth. He was stunned for a moment.

The blond general looked at Dean: "You said that the corpse king is your trophy. During the training period, hand it over to the military storage for safekeeping. Wait until the end of the battle to collect …"

"Sir!" Dean frowned as he saw the sharpness in the old general's eyes. But he was a person who had seen great winds and waves. He quickly restored his composure: "Miss Lisa has allowed me to carry my things with me. This is a gift to be handed over to the blood thorn king. I hope you can accommodate me."

The blond general saw that Dean was not afraid. He slightly frowned. He didn't get angry because of Dean's interruption. He pondered for a moment: "In that case, you will be responsible for all the troubles caused by the corpse king in the future. Are you willing?"

"Yes!" Dean knew that he had no choice.

"Alright, go." The blond general waved his hand.

Dean was surprised. He didn't expect to be criticized. Although he expected that he wouldn't be heavily punished, but he didn't think that it would be so light. His understanding of this place became clearer.

Who said that the military law was strict? Treat everyone equally?

There were differences in treatment everywhere. This place was no exception.

However, he was in a good mood because he wasn't punished. No one wanted to suffer.

The young man with the broken leg was stunned. Was it over? Wasn't he going to be punished? How come he didn't need to wash the socks and underwear? Why should I be punished?

"What are you doing? Get out!" The young officer saw that the young man was in a daze.

The young man with the broken leg slightly gritted his teeth. His heart was unwilling, but he could only carry his broken leg and limped away.

Dean walked past him like a gust of wind.

After all, two legs were faster than one.

The young man with the broken leg gritted his teeth but he could only endure. He turned to the young officer: "Sir, can I get my leg treated first? In case it takes too long and can't be healed. I'm afraid I'll become a burden on the battlefield. I also want to serve the empire!"

The young officer frowned but nodded: "Come with me."

They turned and left in another direction. Dean returned to the tent with Aisha. The tent was empty when he came in. Most of them were gathered on the training ground.

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