Yunshui Kuanglan (yes, you read it right, the four-character name) is an ordinary player, but it is not ordinary. If he is ordinary for those life players, he is ordinary for those elite players, and he is also not ordinary for the indigenous people of the game. This is because when he first took the name of the game character, he spoke it quickly, so he called the name Yunshui Kuanglan.

Who knew that someone's surname was really Yun! He originally wanted to take a crazy and cool name, but he didn't expect that it would become the laughter of many soldiers in the same battalion as him.

Yunshui Kuanglan threw a small flying knife in his hand. The flying knife was thrown into the air not far from his palm, and it spun several times in the air. The tip of the blade continued to change in the upper and lower positions, falling down. His hand caught the flying knife again, held it between his fingers, and continued to throw it up, constantly repeating.

The soldiers around were no longer surprised. To outsiders, this might be incredible, which made them dumbfounded, but after seeing it too much, they gradually transformed from the initial surprise to the current indifference. Everyone here has their own skills or a person who is not afraid of death to enter this camp. The people who are still alive are among the elites and are also the ones with the best luck. As for those who are not lucky, have low skills and combat power, they are all dead.

Yunshui Kuanglan threw the flying knife in his hand, but his eyes swam to other places. The pick-up and throw-off of the flying knife in his hand was based on a rhythm and a familiarity. Even if he was really stabbed by mistake, it was just a minor injury. Everyone present, including him, had few wounds on his body? It was like the injury of the flying knife cutting his hand, and it was only pierced into his chest or through his throat, and no one would care about it.

This is the extraordinary point of Yunshui Kuanglan. What he is now in is the camp of the Guangzong Camp assigned to the Death Camp. As a member of the Death Camp, he must strive for the first place in every battle. It can be said that the gathering of elite troops in an army and the place with the highest damage to the war.

Every time I go to the battlefield, many people will die, because they are all rushing to the front of the battlefield. They must face the enemy's troops and move forward. No matter how many people rush towards them opposite, they must enter like a sharp knife without regrets.

So what is life and death? Here Yunshui Kuanglan is a little unclear. Thinking of the plain and leisurely life in the past, compared with the days of wandering between life and death, coming and going in the sea of ​​blood, it seems like a different life. But it is also fulfilling. For players like him who have never really been on the battlefield, it seems that they can experience the hideous years of the empire that rose in the blood and fire and finally bloomed.

After catching the flying knife, Yunshui Lan turned his head wildly and looked into the distance. His somewhat lazy eyes became cold and dangerous in an instant, but his eyes were as sharp as a sharp blade. The light flashed in his hand, and only a white line could be seen, as well as the scarlet red hanging behind the hilt of the flying knife. The whole flying knife instantly pierced into the head of a scarecrow more than ten meters away. The whole piece was penetrated and penetrated out again until it was nailed to the wooden stake.

This unique skill of flying swords is one of the reasons why Yunshui Kuanglan was able to enter the death camp. At the same time, with this flying sword, he also saved himself and other soldiers in desperate situations countless times. He was tied with a rough leather belt around his waist, and the belt was tightly tied with a woven strap. Inside each small pocket, there was a flying knife, and dozens of flying knives were placed in his reach.

The indifference and obscureness that came at the beginning were gone. The camp was divided into two camps. In the Han Dynasty, the right was the most respected, but in the camp, there was no distinction between who was ahead and who was lower, and who was stronger and who was weak. The left camp was the place where these alien soldiers were, and the right camp was the place where the indigenous soldiers were. It was distinguished for the sake of ease of control.

Nowadays, many players and soldiers are like Yunshui Kuanglan, calling each other brotherly and brotherly, and they are filled with a kind of brotherly friendship. There is a saying in the Empire that they say it well: carry guns together, walk through windows together, and have sex with prostitutes together, and men's three most trustworthy friendships. Their current type belongs to carrying guns together, but they are not guns in reality, but big guns. If they can survive in the war and walk off the battlefield, they should still go together**.

Many players understand that some soldiers who are still talking and laughing with them today may be gone tomorrow. So they cherish this emotion, because, the feeling of being protected by others is really good, and even if these brothers know that the alien will not die, they will still extend their hands, even if they may die!

He held a small wine pot in his other hand, leaned to his mouth, and took a few sips. The wine entered his throat. Although it was not strong, it was more delicious than clear water. He exhaled and Yunshui Qianlan shook his head slightly. The wine contained a lot of lees that had not been precipitated or filtered, so the degree was not high and it tasted a little strange.

For players like him, it is a bit difficult to enter the throat. It is the taste of various spirits in reality. However, wine must be drunk where and who to drink it.

Now standing here, in the military camp, watching the brothers who share life and death, the wine is not beautiful, but it is also extremely strong. Blood and fire have made this wine. What they drink is not the taste of ordinary wine, but tastes this heavy taste of life and death.

Raising the wine pot, Yunshui Kuanglan signaled to the soldiers of the Death Camp in the distance, and took another sip.

It turns out that there are military laws in the military camp, and drinking in the army will be dealt with by military laws. But in this suicide camp, this military rule has been cancelled. Because the war loss rate is too high, many soldiers here may die in battle tomorrow or in a few days. So letting the soldiers of the suicide camp drink some wine that will not be drunk is the side of Lu Zhi. No one has any objection to this, whether it is the generals in the army or the soldiers at the bottom.

Yunshui Kuanglan had a faint smile on his face. The emotions in the army were indeed very pure. Even if there was any filth, they could be solved in just one blow. If it could not be solved in one blow, then two blows or three beats can be solved, and no one would hold a grudge in his heart.

"That's..." Yunshui Kuanglan looked up and saw the fog coming, and his heart skipped a beat. He knew that such a dull day would not happen again. He didn't know how many people he was familiar with would never be able to drink with him from afar.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!