C1 transmigration into waste

The scorching sun was high in the sky. A short-haired woman with slightly raised eyebrows and slightly open cherry lips was standing straight on the ground. She was wearing a dark green military uniform. Her eyes were filled with an unyielding gaze.

Right in front of us, a middle-aged man wearing a military uniform was patting his whip as he taught the woman, "As a soldier, you should not be afraid of any difficulties, and you should obey orders! This time you did not listen to the Commandant's orders, do you know your wrongs? "

"I don't know!" The girl stubbornly replied.

"Pah!" A loud and clear sound echoed throughout the field.

The whip gracefully landed on the girl's arm, leaving a clear scar.

"Mu Tianling, you know your wrongs!" Seeing the girl's stubbornness, the middle-aged man angrily questioned her.

"No!" The woman stood tall and straight, her eyebrows creased before relaxing, and she stubbornly replied, "I didn't do anything wrong!"

The woman did not regret her decision at all. No matter how commanding she was, she could not abandon her comrades!

"Orders like mountains, have you forgotten what I've taught you since you were young?" The middle-aged man asked the woman in a loud voice.

The woman looked into the middle-aged man's eyes and said, "I'm not wrong. No matter how the order is issued, if my comrades are in danger, I must go and save them!"

"You …" The middle-aged man pointed angrily at the woman. Hearing her stubborn answer, he had nothing to say, so he angrily said, "Then just stand here! If you understand what's going on, then go back!"

Watching the middle-aged man slowly leave, the woman slightly opened her mouth.

The woman didn't say a word as she quietly stood under the scorching sun.

A drop of sweat flowed down from his forehead and onto the ground along his cheek.

At this moment, sweat had already soaked through the woman's clothes, and a burning pain was transmitted from her arm. The wounds from the previous battle had yet to be treated, and the woman furrowed her brows in pain.

Her stubborn nature made her unwilling to admit her mistakes. She would rather stand in the sun and suffer.

The woman squinted at the blazing sun in the sky, and a bright light appeared before her eyes. Afterwards, she lost all consciousness.

A clear river lay at the edge of the dense forest.

A dozen or so well-dressed men stood on the bank, watching the gentle waves in the middle of the river.

"Where is he!" A man dressed in grey silk questioned the man beside him.

"Young master, don't worry. The center of this river is bottomless, and he was injured by young master. Even if he didn't fall into the river, he would have died without a doubt!" The bearded man beside the man said in a comforting manner.

"It's best if it's like this!" A few men dressed in silk nodded in satisfaction. "Let's go!"

"Let's celebrate!" We must celebrate! "

"This trash is finally dead!"

"Hahahahahaha …"

A frail figure was swept into the vortex at the bottom of the river, and a transparent barrier brought him into the cave at the bottom of the river.

The light had disappeared, and the white clothes on his upper body had been dyed red by the blood. His face was pale as if woven, his hair was long, and there were a few drops of water on the ends of his hair. He looked even more disheveled, sticking to his cheek.