Chapter 776

Life has never been easy for Xu Yichen.

In Zhongsi hospital, every breath needs to compete with other children. The material explosion allows everyone in Xinhua to enjoy the best food and education, but there is always a higher level of enjoyment or reward.

In Zhongsi yuan, this is honor.

The person who is the first to complete all the items in the physical class can be the first to eat. The others must wait for the chief meal to finish before sitting down.

The students who get the first place in the culture class can get four hours of time out each week; the first one in the military weapons class is qualified to observe and use the latest model of concept weapons, and can wear the exclusive weapons with their own names engraved.

The competition is all the time, and the children born in Zhongsi academy eat faster than others when they grow up.

Xu Yichen is undoubtedly one of the most outstanding children trained in Zhongsi Academy. For several years in a row, he ate in the state of other onlookers, and weapons engraved with his name filled the room.

Of course, for a long time, he could only watch other people go out on weekends. No matter how strong his will, no matter how good his memory, no matter how real the dream replay is, some people are born smarter than others.

In military academies and on the battlefield, as a political commissar, Xu Yichen had to work ten times harder than others to be worthy of the name.

The first time he faced the explosion, he was afraid of shooting, but for more than ten years he developed the habit of taking the lead, which made his body react faster than his mind.

Over time, Xu Yichen has become accustomed to his own identity. As a political commissar, even an intern political commissar, the significance of his existence is to make the enemy of new China unable to live. He lives to let the enemy die.

Whether the enemy is a human, a biological monster, and has acquired the intelligence of self-consciousness, he will not hesitate to start.

So when the enemy gradually turned into a green skin, chaotic evil, he still dry wind and water, and has nothing to do with the earth.

Under the serrations of war, green muscles are no more durable than red ones, and pink bones are no stronger than white ones.

Xu Yichen watched a huge and strong green skin chop left and right, and one person put down a whole team of chaotic demons who could not see the specific species. During the whole process, the green skin was in a state of excitement and kept shouting, not caring about the other green skins around him.

Then the green skin saw the demon hunter standing outside the city wall fighting. The green skin's limbs were swollen, and its muscles looked like no neck. The whole person was bent, and his ugly head was stuck in the middle by the overdeveloped trapezius muscle.

The huge tusks protruded from its buttock shaped jaw, and its ape like nose had two small red eyes, which were like two red luminaries, emitting a fanatical light. There was not much space left for the brain in its thick inclined skull, but it did not affect it to recognize the human in front of him.

"It's the boss of xiaoxiaomi!" This green skin, which has apparently evolved into a war chief, is like a powder keg ignited: "Waaagh! I knew I had this chance! "

The rough Tomahawk in green skin's hands seems to have been directly transformed with ship anchors. God knows where these green skins looted these rags. No matter what gets to them, they can become sharp weapons for killing people!

The roaring green skin was hit by a wrist thick heat ray in the next second, leaving a large dark mark on its leather like skin.

It was a pink monster with several little demon fearors, nearly three meters high, with seven or eight demon fearing heads on its body, arguing endlessly and seemingly not sure of its goal.

The green skin looked at the demon hunter in a dilemma, and then looked at the demon fearing demon that infuriated it. It didn't want to miss any of them. Such a difficult choice made it headache.

Then the war chief saw that the human boss pointed to the fear demon and the ground under his feet. Out of the intuition of the warrior, he immediately understood the meaning of the other party: "you go to work for you, I'll wait for you here."

“Waaagh！” The war chief believed in the words of the human boss without reservation, and ran straight to the fear demon: "I will go back soon!"

When mu tiegen found Xu Yichen along the body, he happened to see that the other party did not know what ability to use. He pulled down a screaming fart spirit from the sky. Then he ignited his own fighting combustion aid by the fire on the other party's explosive bag, and then threw the fart spirit out again.

As an officer, he can always keep some supplies for himself, can't he?

Screaming fart spirit in the huge explosion of benevolence, with a war chief, a fear demon together on the sky, the results of the battle.

[the disaster of war] devoured a lot of flesh and blood, and gave out a satisfied hiccup, just like a fierce beast that had just eaten enough to squint to find its next target. The small fear demons around made a cry of panic and avoided this area.

Outside the city wall, the green skin and the chaotic demons became a pot of porridge. However, within a dozen meters around the demon hunter, it was very quiet.

"Loess area, mu tiegen reports to you!" Mu tiegen, who is tall and green, is like his name. Standing there is like a rooted steel, with a trace of worship, he salutes Xu Yichen.It was the military ceremony of the new Chinese army. Although the Aboriginal people in front of them didn't act so standard, Xu Yichen still gave a salute.

"Sir, before leaving, an adult gave me something. He asked me to give you a message." Mu tiegen took a black suitcase out of the mustard bag: "you deserve it."

The surface of the black suitcase is engraved with a huge pentagram, which is occupied by an iron fist with gloves in the middle.

That's the symbol of the political commissar, the one used by the first political commissar.

In New China, because of the particularity of the political commissar, every official political commissar can choose his own logo, and this iron fist is a common symbol of all political commissars.

Xu Yichen knows what it is, which means that he can finally get rid of the first two words of the political commissar.

Under normal circumstances, there will be a letter of appointment, a high-level license, a black coat, a black cap with a metal badge, and a complete set of authentication procedures.

"I really deserve it." Xu Yichen finally showed a smile and opened the black suitcase without hesitation.

A black leather windbreaker lay quietly inside, with a dark red glow from the black cap next to it, and a pair of black tactical gloves showing only the first knuckle.

Three pieces of magic equipment are at least Seiko level.

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