Chapter 42

The man is called Lin Nan, also a member of the novice training camp, and is in the same team as Wen Xin.

Wen Xin chatted with him for a few words.

Not long after, other students from Team 7 also noticed Wen and Xin walking on the road.

"Good afternoon, Captain!"

Wen Xin smiled and replied, "Good afternoon."

The students were talking about the mutants they were going to see later, so they simply gathered around Wen Xin and started discussing the topic incessantly.

The heated discussion spread and attracted the attention of students from other teams.

Someone couldn't help but ask in surprise: "It's only the second day, and the relationship between Team 7 is so good?"

If it were any other team, they might not even recognize all the people’s names.

Another student turned around and observed, and found that only the three or four people surrounding Wen Xin were enthusiastic.

The others still looked as if they were completely unfamiliar with each other, and were cold and indifferent to each other, not even chatting for a few words when they passed by.

Only when meeting Wen Xin would he nod politely and say hello.

It makes people sigh that one has such good relationships with others.

Another student looked at Wen Xin's unique face, recalled carefully, and seemed to remember something.

"Look at the person in the middle... yes, the one with particularly white skin."

"I heard that there were no more than five people who completed the full training on the first day of the training camp, and he was one of them."

The trainee immediately understood and said in awe: "Full training? Holy shit, no wonder!"

During this period, people have been coming to join the survivor base in City A after hearing about it, so the novice training camp has been expanding and recruiting people.

There were about 130 people who entered the rookie training camp at the same time as Wen Xin. Most of them were pale and thin, and looked numb and tired.

In contrast, Wen Xin's clean and tidy appearance with a rosy complexion was extremely eye-catching.

Immediately, some people started to murmur and privately labeled him as a "gigolo" and a "playboy".

However, less than two hours after the label was put on, Wen Xin tore it off himself.

On the first day of training, the instructor saw that these refugees were all absent-minded, so he asked all members to run four kilometers around the training camp, saying that they would wake up.

After hearing this, many people who were depressed were suddenly awakened and became energetic.

Some people couldn't come to their senses immediately and didn't take it seriously.

They felt that they had already survived escape routes of hundreds or thousands of kilometers, and a mere four kilometers didn't sound that far.

However, these people have overlooked one problem.

That's because City A is at a relatively high altitude, unlike the plains. If you don't catch your breath, you may faint.

Even though they have been here for several days, they are not just beginning to adapt to the climate.

But normal walking and continuous exercise are two completely different states.

Soon, the race began.

After only running 800 meters, some people began to lose breath, their legs weakened and they fell behind. The relatively neat team instantly disbanded.

A few minutes later, before they had run two kilometers, almost half of the people collapsed on the ground, gasping for breath with their mouths wide open.

After running for three kilometers, only a few people who were still persevering could be vaguely seen on the track, grunting and dragging their legs as they moved.

Most of the trainees were so exhausted that they were no longer human and were sitting on the grass, staggering.

There were one or two of them who were unable to run, not because they were too exhausted, but because they saw others sitting down to rest openly and the instructor did not seem to blame them, so they also had the evil idea of ​​slacking off.

Therefore, Wen Xin, who was running in the front, was particularly eye-catching.

The instructor shook his head and sighed, then used a loud speaker to ask, "We are all students from the same batch, why can't we learn from others? It's only a few steps, and you are so tired!"

Someone immediately shouted indignantly: "How can it be the same? We fled from other places and couldn't even get a hot meal. We were still growling with hunger before we ran away!"

"Look at him again. You can tell at a glance that he was pampered at home. He probably didn't suffer much along the way. He's not tired or hungry. It would be strange if he couldn't hold on!"

In fact, this guy was just complaining. He didn't want to be looked down upon by the instructor, nor did he want to admit that he was inferior to a frail-looking pretty boy.

But the instructor seemed to really listen to what he said.

When Wen Xin finished running four kilometers and stopped to catch his breath, the instructor called him through a loud speaker in front of all the students in Team 7.

The question is different.

"Have you practiced before, little brother?"

Wen Xin was stunned.

He was concentrating on running and was unaware of the argument that had just taken place. When the instructor asked him, he simply nodded.

Not only did he practice at home, Xu Qiang also urged him along the way.

Seeing Wen Xin admit it, the instructor narrowed his eyes and said, "How about running another four kilometers?"

Once these words were broadcast through the loudspeaker, they echoed throughout half of the camp.

Even the other team that was training at the same time couldn't help but look over with a look of surprise.

The student who first raised the question was stunned and quickly denied it, "I just said it casually, I didn't say let him run again, instructor -"

"good."

Wen Xin felt it himself and found that although he was tired, he still had some strength left, so he agreed straightforwardly.

So, under the dumbfounded gazes of all the students, he started running again.

This time, anyone with a discerning eye could see that Wen Xin's running condition was not as good as in the previous four kilometers.

When we reached the last kilometer, like them, we began to feel shortness of breath and unsteady steps.

But the young man still finished running.

Not a meter left, not a meter missing.

When he crossed the finish line, Wen Xin staggered a few steps, his waist bent, and he gasped for breath.

He didn't notice that the looks from other people had changed.

No longer all indifference, suspicion and ridicule.

There is more or less a bit of admiration and surprise.

At this time, the instructor clapped his hands and shouted in a loud voice: "Okay, everyone, rest here for 10 minutes, and then we will start running these four kilometers again in 10 minutes!"

"Look at how badly you ran just now. You must run well for me this time. No one is allowed to fall behind! Those who fall behind will not be able to have lunch!"

These two commands were like pouring cold water into a boiling pot of oil. Everyone's eyes widened and they exploded.

"Are you kidding me? You just ran past me and you're still running?"

"Do you know how to train people? Can't you see that we are almost exhausted? Can we survive if we keep running like this?"

"Fuck, guys, I think he just wants to torture us!"

Facing the criticism from thousands of people, the instructor lazily picked his ears and blocked the questioning with a sneer.

"What do you mean by running and running? Did you run just now? How far did you run?"

The student who was questioned was suddenly speechless.

However, the instructor did not give him a chance to retreat and started scolding him angrily.

"I noticed you during the third lap. You're tired, right? Even when you're tired, you're still whispering to people. You're being lazy and looking at me all the time. Do you think I'm blind and can't see?"

"You're looking at me now. Will you also look at zombies when you encounter a zombie tide in the future? Let's see if your handsome appearance with thick eyebrows and big eyes is enough to charm them and make them let you go?!"

"Do you think you are particularly lucky, or are you safe enough now that it is worth it for you to relax and squander your life, which you have struggled so hard for?!"

The instructor, who used to be slow to catch the attention of students, suddenly became serious and all the students present were speechless because of his yelling.

How could people forget that this is the end of the world?

Some students who had lost their relatives and friends suddenly recalled what had happened not long ago, and their eyes became red and wet.

On the battlefield, if a zombie's claws scratch your skin, even if it's only a fingernail-sized wound, you'll die!

Therefore, they must train themselves to escape faster and improve their fighting skills in order to survive in this dangerous and cruel doomsday.

Everyone understands the truth.

I was lazy before, didn't take it seriously, and didn't persevere. Now that I went back and ran the four kilometers again, they admitted it and had nothing to say.

But.

When the instructor gave the order, everyone's eyes involuntarily shifted and focused on one person.

They are looking at Wen Xin.

Wen Xin rested his hands on his knees, still gasping for breath.

He had been idle for too long in the past few years. Even if he had not missed any training during this period, his physique would not have improved dramatically.

Running eight kilometers at once without slowing down was almost his limit.

At this moment, his internal organs seemed to be burned by fire. Countless beads of sweat flowed down his thin jaw and fell to the ground in strings.

My vision became dizzy and black. I couldn't hear other people's discussions. I could only hear my own heartbeat like a drum, beating heavily against my chest.

Until the instructor's voice rang in his ears.

"Can you still run from now on, little brother?"

Wen Xin couldn't hear the whole conversation, only a few words.

...Can...Is it possible...?

Wen Xin forced himself to hold on to the dizziness in his head and took two seconds to understand the meaning of this sentence.

He took a hard breath.

It made people who saw it feel heartbroken again.

Everyone saw the young man open his mouth and his pale lips hit each other almost weakly, thinking that he would say "no".

But the thin young man straightened up shakily and nodded slowly and firmly.

This action has only one meaning.

able.

In an instant, everyone's gaze changed again.

Wen Xin still remembered that his personal trainer had once said that one should not stop immediately after strenuous exercise, so he moved his feet and prepared to take a few steps.

Before he could take a step forward, the instructor from the training camp came to pull him, lifted his arm, and told him to walk slowly.

After Wen Xin slowed down a little, the instructor took him to the steps to stretch.

"Did you see it?"

When Wen Xin heard the instructor's words, he raised his head in confusion and looked back as the instructor gestured.

Compared to when they first met, people's attitude towards him has changed dramatically.

They either walked slowly or talked in low voices.

Without exception, all eyes were focused on him.

That kind of look is called respect.

The instructor massaged his tense calf muscles and said with a smile, "I heard from Officer Li that you seemed to want to be a manager, but you couldn't find a way to obey the people. Do you see it now?"

Wen Xin was being stared at by those eyes, and he vaguely grasped a little feeling.

The instructor continued, "It's easy to obey. As long as you perform better than others, far better than everyone else, then naturally people will follow you closely."

"Everything in the training camp is just a small fight. It can't compare to the regular army. The regular army can't compare to the more elite troops. There is still a long way to go."

The instructor stretched Wen Xinstretch, patted his shoulder, and said with satisfaction: "Go, let me see how far and how long you can walk."

The full training on the first day included not only the four kilometers of even-tempo sprinting at the beginning, but also five kilometers of weighted cross-country running in the afternoon, plus two hours of physical training.

The content was very strict, and even though the instructor relaxed the time limit, only a few people could persevere.

Wen Xin also faced the incredulous looks of everyone in Team 7 and persevered to the end, becoming one of only five students in the entire novice training camp who completed the full set of training.

When the instructor announced that Wen Xin would be the captain of the seventh team, everyone was impressed and agreed.

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High-intensity training results in a life worse than death the next day.

This morning, the moment Wen Xin gritted his teeth and climbed out of bed, he felt that his soul had been sublimated.

Fortunately, the instructor said that there would be no intensive training this afternoon, and the focus would be mainly on close observation and familiarity with the mutants.

Wen Xin couldn't help but feel thankful as he greeted his teammates.

The team member was suddenly surprised: "Wait a minute, do you remember who I am?"

Wen Xin thought he had called the wrong name and looked at the other person carefully.

He is not tall, has a slightly chubby face, thick eyebrows and big eyes, and looks a bit honest.

Finding that he had not recognized the wrong person, he nodded and said, "I remember."

Before going home last night, Wen Xin went to the instructor to ask for the list of students.

They don't want identification information, they want photos and names to remember who they are.

When the instructor learned that Wen Xin came to ask for the list of students, he looked at him with satisfaction.

When he realized that Wen Xin wanted a list of everyone, even he couldn't help but narrow his eyes in shock.

"You want to remember the others too?"

Wen Xin nodded hesitantly: "You may encounter this in future missions, so it's better to remember it."

The instructor immediately gave him a thumbs up.

But then a key question was raised.

"What if the person whose name you wrote down is unlucky and dies in front of you?"

The instructor said earnestly: "Even if I don't die in front of you, when you go out and accidentally find a dead body, and vaguely remember that it is someone you know, wouldn't that be more painful?"

Wen Xin was silent.

He said hoarsely, "In that case, shouldn't we remember it even more?"

The instructor was stunned for a moment.

He looked at Wen Xin's expression as it should be, and met those clear and determined eyes. His heart seemed to be filled with something, and he was unable to speak.

After a while, the instructor said appreciatively: "You are right."

Li Yongming did not mention Wen Xin's identity, so before this, the instructor only regarded Wen Xin as a student with high plasticity.

It was not until this moment that he suddenly realized that he had an indescribable admiration for a new trainee.

The conditions nowadays are different from before. Every roll of film is extremely precious. The instructor only has two lists, and they must be returned after use.

So on the night when he got the list of students, Wen Xin raced against time to write down the names of all the students, including their instructors.

There are a total of 132 people in the training camp.

Wen Xin, who was not very familiar with the face, spent about four hours reciting it silently and another two hours memorizing it.

He couldn't guarantee that his memory was completely accurate, so he couldn't help but worry for a moment.

At this moment, the students whose faces were remembered by Wen Xin were extremely surprised.

I have the impression that he only introduced himself at gatherings. Could it be that the other party remembered it after just one introduction?

When Wen Xin not only called him but also accurately called out the names of other team members who came to greet him, the student's heart was filled with more than just surprise.

I was simply shocked! I couldn't believe it! I was convinced from the bottom of my heart!

As they chatted and laughed, the prison where the mutants were imprisoned was already within sight.

After the instructor assembled the team, other team members entered in batches, led by Wen Xin.

Just a few steps out, someone heard a hoarse roar coming from deep inside, and the whole prison was filled with the terrifying roar.

One student was shocked and couldn't help asking, "Why don't you just kill these monsters directly instead of locking them up?"

As soon as he said this, someone responded, "Of course we can't just kill them. If we kill them, what will we see? How can we learn how to deal with them?"

The instructor was leading the way and nodded. "Yes, mutants are much faster and stronger than normal people. You'd better take advantage of this time to get familiar with their strengths. Don't wait until you encounter them in the future and be completely unable to react."

As they were talking, the group had already arrived at the observation room.

They were located higher up, with the mutants kept down below, like a livestock dungeon.

In front is a composite bulletproof glass, which is said to be able to withstand the impact of a 200-jin iron hammer when the mechanical arm is swung.

Everyone looked in fear and curiosity, but they couldn't find any trace of the mutant in the room and couldn't help looking at it in surprise.

"Why is there nothing?"

"You didn't see anything either? I thought my eyes were blurry!"

Someone thought carefully and was terrified: "Instructor, are you sure the hardness of this room is reliable? Will the mutant... run away?"

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone felt a chill run down their spine.

The silent room seemed to freeze in an instant, and even the instructor's expression changed drastically.

The trainees looked at the instructor's strange expression and became even more panicked: "Instructor, come on, don't scare us!"

Just when they were nervous.

Bang!

Everyone shuddered and turned around to look.

A monster with a body full of spikes suddenly appeared from the corner, opened its bloody mouth, and spurted out dark green saliva as it rushed towards the students beside Wen Xin!

【Author’s words】

Instructor: If you encounter an S-class mutant, run away. Do you hear me?

Wen Xin: Yes!

A-Lu, who was preparing to bring the snakes back: ???

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