A bit more pride appeared on Du Yu's face. "Zhanpeng has done very well. He has been using words to stimulate his food all these years. As the food, he has been training diligently and his strength has increased quite a bit. "
"Very good." Du Hen's eyes were full of a gratified smile. "Zhanpeng has been smart since he was young. He has never stopped stimulating his food to promote its rapid growth and provide him with nutrients. In this regard, Zhanpeng is much smarter than you. "
"Yes." Du Yu had a look of deep agreement as he nodded continuously. "Yes, Zhanpeng is indeed smart."
"If there's time, let Zhanpeng stimulate the food more." Du Hen turned the corner of the corridor. "The food still has some of our Du Family's outstanding bloodline. Its potential should be more than this. When the time comes, it can provide a bit more nutrients."
Du Yu nodded and didn't say anything else. He looked at his father's back and thought of the nickname given to him by the military, the Viper King!
That's right! The Viper King!
Many people thought that the Seven Stars of Immortal Thunder Art and the Phaseless Water Bird Art were two wondrous arts that couldn't be bought with money. However, very few people knew that these two wondrous arts were one wondrous art. Its original name was the Phaseless Seven Stars of Immortal Thunder Art.
However, this wondrous art was truly too miraculous. Even if you were a martial arts genius, if you cultivated this wondrous art from the beginning, there was a hundred percent chance that your meridians would explode and you would die at the second level!
There was only one way to truly cultivate this wondrous art! First, separate the wondrous art and let two people cultivate it. However, in the end, one person who cultivated it would become the food and provide all the nutrients for the other person.
With the matter decided in the meeting, the enormous and highly efficient machine that was the military quickly began to operate. Every department, whether it was searching for intelligence, providing weapons or transportation, was working nervously.
The bright moon was still hanging in the sky above Happy Paradise. All of the recruits were still immersed in recovering from their fatigue. The gunshot of the P308 pierced through the night sky, waking up all of the soldiers who were still in a deep sleep.
"Assemble! Immediately! "
After two weeks of training, the recruits didn't have the chaos of sleeping and waking up on the first night. Everyone gathered together in the shortest amount of time.
"Kids, let me tell you some good news." Satan's hoarse voice was several decibels louder than the noise he made in the past. "Today, you guys don't need to be tortured by this old man anymore."
Several X2's propellers emitted muffled rumbling sounds as they appeared in the skies above the training grounds. The high-speed propellers stirred up a gust of wind, causing countless trees to sway.
Satan pointed his hand towards the sky. "These planes will take you to engage in actual combat! Listen up, all of you! This mission is an A-rank mission! Logically speaking, even a soldier who had just joined the special forces for a year was not qualified to accept this mission. I don't know if the brains of the high-ranking military officials are fried. They actually sent you on this mission, and they didn't even let me, an instructor, go with you. So … "
Satan sucked in a deep breath and let out an unprecedented roar. "All of you, listen carefully to this daddy! This was not a drill or a training exercise! This was a real combat mission! Your opponents are cunning, fierce, and cruel terrorists! So, when you're on the battlefield, you better be smart! Come back safely! This daddy hasn't played enough with you guys. You're not allowed to die for this daddy. Do you understand? "
The recruits all rubbed their somewhat sour noses. This Instructor Satan really cared about his face to death. At this time, he still didn't want to be a bit frank and say what he was worried about.
"Are you all deaf? Or are you all scared silly? " The P308 in Satan's hand pointed towards the sky and instantly emptied all the bullets in the magazine. "Why aren't you answering?"
"Reporting, sir! Heard! "
The veins on the necks of nearly a hundred recruits bulged as they roared. Their voices were so loud that they nearly tore their throats. It was as if the earth was going to tremble.
"Very good!" Satan waved his hand. "Now, you guys can get lost!"
"Reporting, sir! We're getting lost! "
Nearly a hundred new recruits performed the most standard military salute in unison.
"Good!" Satan gave a military salute to the recruits for the first time. "Remember, all of you, come back safely for this daddy! Especially Mute! You brat, as soon as you hear the word 'terrorist', don't get hot-headed and not know how to write the word 'death'! "
Mute's face, which seemed as if the entire world owed him money, revealed a rare trace of a gentle smile. It was just that in the eyes of others, this trace of a smile gave off a kind of bad premonition.
"Snake Head, look after your companions!"
Satan roared once again at the ropes that had already begun to climb up the plane.
"Scoundrel Instructor, don't worry."
Snake Head straightforwardly slid the hand that was pointing at his head forward a foot or so, completing a military salute in a very natural and unrestrained manner.
"Scoundrel?" Satan rubbed his smooth bald head and said in a low voice, quite pleased with himself. "This daddy likes this nickname. You little scoundrels definitely have to come back alive."
"Captain, is there something wrong with the brains of those senior officers of the military? They're actually sending these recruits to carry out an A-rank mission? People will certainly die, and it definitely won't be as few as one or two … … "
"Bullshit! How can you say such things about the military with such foresight and foresight? "Satan was very fierce. He wasn't just limited to his own subordinates." Those idiots are worse than pigs! They should be praised like this. "
"Yes! Captain's scolding is correct. Those idiots are worse than pigs! "
The last of the close to a hundred recruits also boarded the helicopter. The propellers of the X2s emitted an excited roar towards war. They flew away from the island at a speed of over 400 kilometers per hour.
Satan quietly leaned against the trunk of a large tree. He raised his head and looked at the departing X2s. He muttered to himself, "Giving this daddy another two weeks would be good. Let this daddy train them a bit more. That way, I can increase my chances of survival a bit more. Mute, you brat, you must calm down. You'll become an extremely outstanding soldier and an extremely outstanding commander. You mustn't let your head get hot-headed and die like this. "
* — — *
Several X2s swung their enormous propellers. Waves of rumbling sounds broke apart the layer of clouds in front of them.
The mission that had suddenly appeared caught everyone somewhat unprepared.
The recruits faced each other as they did it. Between their brows, there was still a faint uneasiness and excitement.
Real combat! This was completely different from live ammunition training.
There were close to a hundred recruits. Practically none of them had truly been on the battlefield before. They had never carried out a mission before. It was truly extremely difficult to say that they weren't nervous.
Lin Ling leaned against the cabin wall of the helicopter. She behaved just as she did during training. She was so quiet that she seemed to be in a deep sleep. She didn't have the slightest emotion from before the battle.
De Zhangpeng looked at the scenery outside the window with great interest. It was also very hard to see any signs of an impending battle from his body.
"Mute, have you forgotten what Drill Instructor Satan told you?"
Snake Head looked at his companion with unease. This man's behavior could be considered to be barely normal before he boarded the helicopter. Now, his entire person had completely changed.
A thick killing intent faintly enveloped the surroundings of his body. Those two eyes that always carried a faint sorrow had now disappeared without a trace.
What replaced them was a pair of eyes that were completely inhuman. It was a leopard. A leopard that had been injured. Its wildness was mixed together with an ominous glint.
Even if they merely exchanged a glance, one would feel a chill run chaotically through one's bone marrow.
Mute remained silent from beginning to end. His two rows of teeth collided endlessly, emitting clattering sounds without end. It wasn't a trembling that came from fear. It was an excitement that was mixed with anger.
Snake Head looked at Qin Fen with great worry. Though Mute's strength wasn't the strongest among the recruits, aside from Lin Ling, De Zhangpeng, Du Peng, and Qin Fen, there really wasn't anyone who could win against him in a one-on-one fight.
Snake Head didn't want to look for De Zhangpeng for help. He didn't want his brother to become De Zhangpeng's dog in the future.
As for Du Peng and Lin Ling, Snake Head didn't think that he could count on them. It was Qin Fen's calmness and magnanimity that gained Mute's admiration during recruit training.
"Just let him be like this."
Qin Fen's faint tone carried the same hint of sorrow.
After two weeks of getting along, everyone had a relatively basic understanding of each other. Qin Fen happened to find out about Mute's matters in a very coincidental situation.
Five years ago, Mute had a happy and happy family. At the same time, he was a youth with a cheerful personality. He even had the dream of becoming a hero.
However, the events of his nightmare suddenly descended. Mute returned home from school and saw a scene that caused his temperament to change greatly.
His father, his mother, and the girl who came to his house to play and had a crush on him were all lying in a pool of blood.
There were three people, and not a single one of them had clothes intact. Not a single one of them had corpses intact. They didn't have eyes. Their six eyeballs had been gouged out of their eye sockets, and blood had congealed to form a scarlet red hole.
They didn't have tongues. The attackers were afraid that they would scream out, so they cut off their tongues. Their clothes were disheveled, and the attackers didn't let go of the chance to vent their bestial desires.
It was as if everything in the room had already stopped. Only the camera behind an oil painting on the wall didn't stop working. Back then, Mute wanted to secretly record the situation in his home. He wanted to take it to the video competition of "I Love My Family."
A thirteen year old child shivered as he opened the video of the camera. He watched the inhumane scenes one after another. He listened to the sobbing cries of his loved ones after their tongues were cut off. He watched the scene of eyeballs being pulled out by someone's fingers.
From then on, the world lost a cheerful youth. It gained a boy who didn't speak a word, a boy who was called "Mute" by others.
Mute had looked up a lot of information. He gradually came to know that the attackers who broke into his home were called terrorists. Their goal in coming here was to seize the research data his father had stored in his computer.
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