Don’t Mess with the War Goddess

An Xia especially liked Mu Chenyuan's trust in herself.

Hearing this, the eyebrows raised very shallowly, and his dark eyes, as dark as Yongye, looked at Mu Chenyuan, "Really? Instructor Mu believes me so?"

"Of course." Chang Hu nodded affirmatively, "You and Instructor Mu are old acquaintances, and now they are your instructors. He doesn't believe you, who else can he believe?"

An Xia nodded, too.

She is now a fighter under him. As an instructor, how can he not believe his fighter.

Mu Chenyuan listened, his eyes sinking slightly.

Walking with long legs, he glanced at An Xia as he came through the night, and his staggered eyes stopped for a second without a trace around her neck.

Afterwards, he said indifferently: "It has nothing to do with knowing, I have always believed that she can do it."

He saw her hard work and strength one by one, and it had nothing to do with her knowledge. It was she herself who convinced him that she would definitely be the first.

Bai Yonglong now wants to get Anxia's training results in the first camp.

It's no good to ask Chang Hu about this.

Or, ask instructor Mu?

The training results are not secret, Mu Chenyuan said calmly: "Okay, I will email you after the game."

He can probably guess why Bai Yonglong wants Anxia's results.

He has the same mindset as Chang Hu.

I want to use Anxia's achievements to spur the soldiers in the camp.

The tradition of iron fighting in the team uses the strength of other fighters to stimulate the fighters he leads and realize the gap between himself and the outstanding fighters.

Only when learning and struggling to pursue and improve individual combat ability can they play their best role in team combat.

To defend our home and country, we must also protect ourselves and the soldiers around us.

There was still a little time before nine o'clock, Chang Hu and Bai Yonglong let An Xia rest and adjust.

As a fighter, An Xia naturally understood the importance of state, put down his rucksack and took small steps to relax and adjust.

Running in a hurry is like running. You can't sit down and rest immediately after stopping. You need to completely relax the tense muscles so that the muscles will not sore the next day.

Mu Chenyuan came over with a first aid kit.

He just saw An Xia's neck with a blood stain.

An Xia thought he was injured somewhere and needed his own help. "Where did he hurt?"

The hand has stretched out to receive the first aid kit.

"It's not me, it's you." Pointing to the tent, Mu Chenyuan said: "Go to the tent to deal with it."

"Is there?" An Xia didn't feel anything on her own. He heard the words, touched her face, looked at her hands, except for some small scratches on her hands, nothing else.

The neck twists a little bit, and under the helmet lamp, there are fine blood oozing out of the naked eye.

The injury is not serious, and it is also common in training.

It just looked a little dazzling.

Mu Chenyuan with a cold face raised his hand and directly pressed An Xia's moving head, "Don't move, it hurts his neck."

neck?

When did you hurt?

She didn't feel it at all.

An Xia felt that the hands on the top of her head were more intrusive than the painless or itchy, negligible wounds.

"Mu Chenyuan, take your hand away, don't touch my head." Tilting her head and looking up, An Xia tried to shake off the hand that was pressing on her head.

What's wrong, always like to harass her head.

"Don't move." Mu Chenyuan said with a cold voice, "There are a lot of poisonous vegetation in the jungles of Southwestern Province, and small wounds that are not treated in time will cause big mistakes."

"You didn't inject... without injecting special medicines, the immunity and resistance will be lower than those of the fighters here, no matter how small the wound is, it needs to be treated in time."