"I said... are you okay?" Renne stood on the trunk of a big tree, rushed up and down to look down at Marcus, who was gasping loudly while covering the wound on his stomach. There was no emotion in his eyes, as if he was just looking at something irrelevant.

Yes, Marcus is far from a comrade to Renne at this moment, and he doesn't even have an equal identity. Renne's eyes looked at Marcus like a child looking at an ant on the windowsill.

"You know, in this wild killing training, there is only one person who can go out alive. So you can only die here with peace of mind." Rennes whispered to Marcus, who was already desperate. After that, he carefully prepared to leave here.

"Wait!" Marcus threw the dagger in his hand to Renn. This was one of the props prepared for the people who were slaughtering each other in advance: "Renn, I know you may not remember what I was called, and I didn't expect you to remember me. But... it hurts so much... but I really don't want to die here like this... Be careful of the handsome Soviet man, the one named Wolf King... He... He hurt me like this."

Renn picked up the dagger from his feet, then shook it flexibly and let the dagger disappear in his palm. This time he did not rush to leave, but stared at Marcus with interest, as if waiting for the other party to continue to say something.

"Leave here, I have no combat power anymore... With the bloodstains, that dangerous guy will come here soon." Marcus's face was a little pale, and his tender face had a cynical expression that was a few years later. He smiled bitterly and reluctantly supported it, as if he was reluctant to just lie here and wait for death. But he had no choice, because everything now shows that he must die in this damn place.

"Stay here and don't move. Maybe I can let you see the Soviet man who killed you die here with his own eyes." Rennes suddenly said, "I'll kill him for you, thank you for giving me the dagger."

After saying that, he disappeared behind the trunk, and then Marcus heard a slight breathing from behind the woods. A handsome British Cossack boy appeared in the middle of the woods without warning. He gently pushed away the branches, then walked to Marcus with a smile on his pistol.

"Oh...Isn't this my little prey? That stupid German cub who thought he could run wild if he picked up a dagger." The young Soviet boy looked contemptuous and used familiar Russian to mock the poor enemy who had been ravaged by him for a long time.

He smiled and shook his pinched pistol, proudly showing off his killer: "Look, I have much more sensitive sense of smell than you... I found the pistol, so you are destined to die here. If you want to blame, blame you for being born in Germany. I was ruthless when I killed the Soviets and generally would not torture them on purpose."

Suddenly, the expression of the Soviet boy changed drastically. Then he bent forward in a very embarrassed posture and rolled around for a few times before he could barely see the figure behind him who was as quick as a leopard. Renn held the dagger in his hand and stared at the Soviet boy with a pair of sharp eyes. The sharp dagger cut off a strand of hair from the Soviet boy, and the hair was floating on the grass with the wind.

"Bang!" The Soviet boy raised his hand and shot it. The bullet flew over Renn's face and embedded it on the trunk of a big tree several meters behind him. In order to avoid the threat of this shot, Renn had to stop chasing. The distance between the two was instantly pulled seven or eight meters away.

Ren seemed surprised. He touched the other party so secretly, and then handed out a killing knife so steadily, but was easily avoided by the other party. It seemed that the opponent was more powerful than the enemy he had encountered before.

The Soviet boy seemed to be surprised. Although he was not in good shape, his accurate head was not affected at all. This time, he successfully injured Marcus's method, but it was the first time he failed to hit his target. So he had to re-examine the enemy, as if this enemy was very difficult.

Renn made a misstep to the left and hid behind a big tree. The Soviet boy didn't seem to be slow to react. The second shot happened to hit Renn's edge of the big tree. The bullets cut through the trunk and smashed a piece of bark into pieces.

"Hey! My name is Wolf! You're amazing! If you have a gun, we might be able to fight hard." Wolf stared at the big tree and shouted loudly at Rennes. As for Marcus, who was gasping in pain, he seemed to have no interest at all.

He adjusted his angle bit by bit around the tree, trying to find a suitable position to continue shooting, but after he adjusted a little bit, he found the problem where Rennes ran away, running without any nostalgia and without hesitation.

"Is this bastard not as good as a knight at all?" Wolf wanted to curse. He was sorry for his complacent just now and wanted to have a thrilling battle. As a result, the damn guy ran away in such a mess, without even hesitating.

Renn is not a knight, he is not even a warrior. After all the training in this cave, Renn did everything he did was just to survive. He tried his best to escape death because he was used to the ordinary death. He didn't want to die here, at least he shouldn't die in such an unknown place.

The two people seemed to represent two countries. One was running for life in front, and the other was chasing behind with a pistol. When an opportunity was too good to be better, Wolf fired the last bullet in his gun, and the bullet hit the target. Renne's shoulder was penetrated by a bullet, affecting his running speed.

Wolf smiled, knowing that his prey could no longer escape, he drew out a bloody dagger, which he had taken from another Soviet teenager. Obviously, the man no longer needed this dagger, because there was a two-inch-long cut incision half an hour before the boy's throat.

Rennes ran alone in the woods, helplessly. He was seriously injured on his arm, and donated blood flowed down his arm, leaving a very clear instruction to his enemies. Not far behind Rennes, the young Cossack boy named Wolf was chasing his prey like a leopard.

When Renn fell, the handsome Cossack boy stood in front of Renn with a grin, and dried blood could be seen on the sharp dagger in his hand. Renn climbed under a big tree and kept breathing against the trunk, as if every breath was a very luxurious thing for him.

"Ren! You are the only person who can threaten me in this wild killing training, so I decided to kill you first! Goodbye!" The handsome Cossack boy raised the steel knife in his hand, as happy as if he was inviting friends to play together. Killing is common for everyone in this forest, just as natural as everyone wants to sleep.

"Is that so? You're so confident..." Renn stared at Wolf and finally said his first sentence: "Remember the route I ran? Idiot!"

Wolf was stunned, and then he felt a great danger appearing behind him. He subconsciously flashed, and the seriously injured Marcus' sneak attack was gone. Wolf realized the mistake he had made: he was too focused on chasing his prey, Rennes, but forgot that there was a half-dead guy.

But he was still too late after all, because he avoided Marcus's hard attack, but could not avoid the dagger that Renn drew from the other direction. The sharp blade left a deep and exposed wound on Wolf's fair face.

That evening, in the setting sun, Renne's abdomen was pierced by a dagger, and there was a gunshot wound on his shoulder. The blood flowing from the three people dyed a large area of ​​land red. Not far from Renne, a boy covering his face and screaming fell to the ground like a beast.

"This training... I don't think it's necessary to continue." Just as the instructor forced Rennes to kill Marcus, a SS general canceled the killing game: "The head of state read the report on the Wolf Knights plan, and ordered the termination of the experimental plan. All the unfinished experimental items were transported back to Germany. What the SS armored forces needed was not the murderous devil, but the high-quality grassroots commander of the armored forces."

A few days later, Rennes and Marcus stood in the square and attended their graduation ceremony with all the other orphans from Germany. A total of 4,000 orphans were sent to the secret training base in the Soviet Union. Now the only ones left are the more than 370 people in front of them.

Rennes became the first in the new Wolf Knight Academy because of killing Wolf. Marcus survived the last time the handsome Cossack boy Wolf of the Soviet Union because of his injury. He did not catch up with the graduation of that class because of his injury.

"Do you hate me?" Akado looked at the young man who had just recovered from his injury in the head of state's office and asked softly: "I can arrange for you to go home... You should not be involved in war at your age."

"Can I not call you father? My head of state." Rennes finally spoke, and the first sentence he said was like this.

"Of course..." Akado nodded, and then continued, "I can give you a compensation in my personal name. The painful experiences of you and your partners were caused by my temporary negligence. I cannot make up for the dead, but I can allow those who survive to live in the sun."

"My Head, I have killed children and women with my own hands. If there is someone in this world who deserves to die in the darkness, then I think it is someone like me." Ren said calmly to Akado: "But you saved my life. No matter what the process is, you saved my life. I have indeed vowed to give your life for you, so please send me to a place where people like me most. After the war is over, if I am still alive, my life is my own."

"You don't have to do this, because I've made you go through so much pain. Rennes Hart... Even if you count, I owe you more." Akado stared at the little boy with a faint freckle on his face and said, "If you want, go home now, your life will always belong to you."

Renn smiled and smiled brightly: "My Head, I spent several years learning how to kill people and how to kill people with peace of mind. Now that I am back home, I have been just doing something meaningless and full of sins like killing people in the past few years. If I can fight for you, then at least my past sins still have meaning, right?"

"..." Akado looked at the stubborn little boy in front of him, and finally compromised: "General Reinhardt, send this Rennes... to the Third Armored Division, there is no need for any special care. He has taken too much special care in the past few years. Give him a tank and let him fight for this country!"

"Abide by the order! My Head!" Reinhard Heidrich, who had just entered the door, stood attentively, raised his arm, and replied with a German ritual. Then he glanced at the little boy with his back to him, and thoughtfully led the boy out of the head of state's office.

Renne's thoughts were interrupted here, because just before him, the Stuka 2 attack aircraft exploded into a sea of ​​fire, in the dark smoke, a Stalin tank rushed out, and a black five-pointed star was painted on the turret of the tank.

"Ren! Come and fight!" Wolf gritted his teeth and shouted out his thoughts in his heart in the turret of this Stalin tank.
Chapter completed!