"Afraid?"

Ye Zixu chuckled softly, raised his head and drank the last trace of wine in the glass.

"Ling An, do you think I volunteered to come to Mars?"

Ye Zixu's words made Ling An raise his eyebrows slightly, and he turned his head, as if it was his first time to know Ye Zixu.

"You didn't say that before." Ling An also drank the glass of wine, and handed the cup to Ye Zixu. "One more."

"If you have a choice, Ling An. My dream when I was a child is to be an architect." Ye Zixu poured the wine for Ling An and poured it on his own.

"My dream is to be a big shot in the business world, just like Ma Yi who was in the business world at the beginning of the last century." Ling An smiled. "So, are you afraid?"

There was another silence, and there was only the sound of raising the glass to the lips and swallowing the wine.

Around them are some logistics soldiers who are performing daily maintenance of the city walls, and in the distance there are garrison troops participating in the return of the battle.

Some people have confused faces, some have angry faces, and some have some open-mindedness and insignificance on their faces.

Ling An pursed it. He actually had an answer in his heart, but he wanted to hear Ye Zixu's answer.

"It is impossible to say that you are not afraid at all." After a long time, Ye Zixu said.

"Death happens around us. Perhaps at this moment, there are many guerrillas in the rear battlefield. In a major battle, thousands of people will be killed and injured. You, me, and countless warriors, even those alien races, are just small fish that go with the flow in the war vortex between these two races. However, some take the initiative to step into this vortex, and some are dragged in by others."

"So you are afraid of death, right?" Ling An said with a smile.

"It's not a bad thing to be afraid of death," Ye Zixu also smiled, looking at the thousands of honorable soldiers below.

"Just be sure to die. There are always some things that will make you overcome your fear."

Ling An restrained his smile and raised his hand to raise his glass. Ye Zixu smiled and raised his glass.

Bang —

...

Ye Zixu didn't say anything else, but Ling An had already got the answer he wanted.

"Don't die after going to the Fifth Legion. To be ashamed, I actually let you walk in front and wait for me to break through to Level C."

What surprised Ling An was Ye Zixu, who was not the acquaintance Lin Cheng mentioned.

Originally, Ling An thought that the person Lin Cheng said he would guide him in the Fifth Legion was Ye Zixu. Although he did not break through the C level, he could quickly advance with the help of external forces. He has always been mysterious. Why is the powerful Ye Zixu not?

But I didn't expect that it wasn't him, but it was indeed Ling An's acquaintance.

On the training ground, Ling An was wearing only a short shirt on his upper body. The curves of his muscles showed the strength he had. He was hitting the sandbag in front of him very quickly and forcefully.

For Engine Warriors, this is a great way to restore body function.

Dong! Dong! Dong! Dong!

The quick three-match made the sandbag sway. Ling An wiped his sweat and looked behind him.

"Captain Matt, don't you explain?"

Not far behind him, Matt stood upside down silently, his body as straight as a flagpole.

The acquaintance Lin Cheng mentioned was Matt.

"What to explain?" Matt said lightly.

Ling An clenched his fists.

"You have the strength to choose to break through as soon as you encounter an ambush and lead everyone to destroy the alien race. Why do you have to wait until everyone dies before taking that step?"

Unlike myself, my own strength needs certain trigger conditions to be used. However, if you think about Matt's situation observed from the energy field at that time, you will know that Matt has long been on the verge of breaking through, and it is obviously only a piece of thin paper from Level B.

As long as he wants, he can take this step at any time.

But, he didn't.

As the captain, he was obviously powerful, but he chose to hide it until everyone died, and he was willing to show it, which made Ling An unacceptable.

When he ran away, Ling An refused to ask questions, but at this moment, he could no longer bear it.

"Are you finished speaking?" Matt looked at Ling An indifferently, and suddenly supported his right hand, his upside down body suddenly turned over and stood upright.

"After saying that, we will continue to carry out recovery training."

Matt didn't want to give any explanation, which made Ling An very angry.

He no longer respects this captain as much as he did at the beginning.

"Yes, you are a B-class warrior, and you don't need to tell me any reason for doing things." Ling An said sarcastically.

Seeing Ling An turn around and continue to vent his anger on the sandbag, Matt's eyes fluctuated in his dull eyes.

He felt guilty.

Ling An saw nothing wrong with his energy vision. Matt is indeed on the verge of breaking through, and it has been a full year.

A year ago, he had a 999-strong combat power. If he hadn't deliberately suppressed it, how could he have not broken through Level B?

"well……"

He sighed in his heart, Matt's sturdy body seemed so weak.

How should he explain it? It is indeed his own reason. Ling An is right. If he is willing to break through from the beginning, the two demons have a high probability of choosing to retreat.

But he didn't, no matter what reason he looked for, it was all facts.

What's more, the reason why I chose not to break through seemed so selfish...

Matt is gone, this time he is just here to inform Ling An about the follow-up matters.

Ling An didn't even look at it, and punched the sandbag one by one, making him feel a little bored.

Silas and Yumi were seriously injured, and it is said that they had the foundation and it was difficult to fully recover. When the rescue was carried out, the two of them had only breathe.

After soliciting their opinions, Matt had already submitted his retirement application for the two of them, just like Ling Zhiyuan, who applied for disability retirement. Even if he did not retire, he would probably be transferred to the Sixth Army.

The original team of 0806706 was the only one left by Ling An, Yan Hong and Matt. Yan Hong was still in a state of confusion, and it seemed that he could not accept that his teammates who were together day and night left him.

Matt joined the Fifth Legion and he had been suppressing for a long time. This breakthrough, even if it was only a few days later, made everyone dumbfounded.

He has reached 1,200 combat power!

As he was fighting, Ling An stopped until his hands were numb.

“Hu…hu…hu…hu…hu…hu…hu…”

Put on his coat, Ling An tidied up himself and walked from the training ground to the back of the White Tiger Fortress.

There is a convoy there. After applying, Ling An can go back to the Human Fortress with the convoy, go for a promotion test, and wait for the holiday arrangements.

Unexpectedly, perhaps Lin Cheng made some secret instructions. Logically speaking, a new recruit who had just fought on Mars for less than half a year should have not applied for a holiday, especially when the Eighth Battalion of the Second Legion, the Second Legion, whom he belonged to, was still on the battlefield in the rear.

But he just applied without any obstacles.

The only explanation may be that Lin Cheng and others hoped that they would complete the process earlier and then join the Fifth Legion.

This convoy transports wounded and supplies. Of course, there are people like Ling An who want to return to the human fortress because of other matters.

Most of these people were engine soldiers of the garrison.

For guerrillas, the soldiers of the garrison usually have respect.

Because guerrillas, in addition to fighting in rear battlefields, they usually undertake the tasks of special operations forces in large battles.

For example, killing spy insects that can interfere with electronic communications but are under heavy protection, such as protecting battlefield commanders under the assassination of powerful aliens, such as blocking demons whose individual combat power is enough to affect the situation...

On the front battlefield, the death toll of garrisoners far exceeds that of guerrillas, but the death rate of guerrillas has never been low.

The garrison relies on guns, mechas, and positions, but those who cannot stop the strong men from the alien race.

The one who blocked those guys was the guerrillas.

"Little brother, are you from the Seventh Battalion?" asked a male garrison soldier in his thirties and rank of corporal.

"No." Ling An shook his head. "I am from the Eighth Brigade."

"Oh, that's it." The corporal didn't say anything, but a second lieutenant next to him asked curiously:

"Comrade, why did you go back to the fortress? I remember that the Eighth Brigade had just changed defense not long ago."

The second lieutenant's words made all the garrison soldiers look over. After all, it would take several hours to go from the White Tiger Fortress to the Human Fortress, even if the special train was recently repaired.

During this period, these guys have nothing to do except brag about each other and chat.

Ling An is the only guerrilla in this car, and he is so young, so he naturally attracts everyone's attention.

Some people even wonder if Ling An is the descendant of some big shots. When he goes back this time, he may regret it. He wants to contact his elders at home to send him back to Earth!

The forest is big and there are all kinds of birds. Such things have happened. However, no matter how big a person is, even if he is Lin Cheng or any other S-class warrior, as long as he goes to Mars, he has to follow the rules and at most he can only be transferred to the relatively safe Sixth Legion.

If this kid is also like that, he would be disappointed.

Of course, this kid has a scar on his face, and he probably has been injured and is afraid.

Looking at the eyes of the lieutenant and other garrisoners and feeling the subtle changes in their attitudes, Ling An sighed in his heart and said:

"Our team and the 7th Battalion launched a mission more than a month in advance, but they encountered an ambush on the rear battlefield and could no longer be established. Now I am going to the fortress for a C-level assessment."

When he heard that the team could no longer be established, many garrison soldiers took back their ideas in shame. When he heard Ling An say that he was going to conduct a C-level assessment, everyone's reaction was:

impossible!

How old is Ling An? It looks like he is only twenty-three or four at most?

"Little brother, how old are you?" A garrison soldier slutted in his throat.

"This year's twenty-three." Ling An said.

It's really twenty-three, a true recruit!

The group of garrisons with an average age of over thirty were looking at each other, and they were all a little unbelievable.

"My name is Ling An, just call me my name." Ling An looked at everyone's shocked expression and felt a little funny.

"Ling An, you didn't lie to us, are you?" The lieutenant still couldn't believe it.
Chapter completed!