In the noisy barrack training ground, several teams of thousands of people were secretly competing with each other for basic running training, and occasionally mocking a new army that had just entered the barracks.

There is no team that can be looser than this team. In the middle age of less than 500 out of a thousand people, the rest are either old without teeth or tender without all their teeth.

Five hundred adult men full of ruffian aura were constantly teasing each other, and no one paid attention to Wuming who stood quietly in front of them.

The soldier Wuming frowned slightly, and stood there in a straight military posture without talking, allowing the soldiers to chat with each other.

The weather in August is hot, and even if you don’t exercise, just sitting on the ground and basking in the sun, it can still make people unable to bear the heat like an oven.

The exposure of the sun quickly extinguished more than 500 people's passion for chatting, and the large amount of speech made them feel even more thirsty.

Soon a strong man with a fat face stood up, and without looking at Wuming, walked to the shade with cold water not far away and shouted: "It's so hot! It's so hot! Get out of the way! I want to enjoy the cool air!"

With the help of the strong man, others lazily got up from the ground and moved towards the shade.

thump……

Before the strong man had reached the shade, he was already kneeling in front of Wuming in pain, covering his stomach and kneeling in front of Wuming, constantly vomiting lunch he had eaten not long ago.

Without prior warning or any verbal order, he punched the person who walked in front of him to the ground with a clean and neat punch. This thunderous method made other people who were planning to move look at Wuming who was trying to hit people in surprise.

They dared to hit people in front of more than 500 soldiers. They didn't know if Wuming was extremely brave or had no brains.

Wuming looked at the five hundred soldiers who were eager to try in front of him and said, "Since you have stood up, don't sit down again. The elderly and children will leave to rest, and stay in their prime."

The order was simple and clear, and Wuming felt a little incredible when he heard it. It was clearly the first day he became a soldier and the first time he came to the barracks, but deep down he felt a sense of inexplicable familiarity and calmness.

Several soldiers laughed. They relied on the fact that they had given Domben Gang a prior explanation, so they would not take Wuming's order seriously, and continued to walk towards the shade with a swagger, saying arrogantly: "Just rely on you? If you have a habit, don't suppress us at the level of an officer, and let us all down..."

Before Bingpi finished speaking, he was punched hard on his face. His whole body rolled in the air and fell to the ground. He foamed at the mouth and fainted.

Wuming looked coldly at the shocked soldier and said, "We must either obey orders or be beaten up here."

"Brothers! What else do you want to see? Let's go side by side!" A soldier picked up a wooden stick and rushed forward with six or seven soldiers. The other soldiers were proudly waiting for the good show of Wuming being beaten.

"The rammed crowd." Wuming said coldly, even the ancient martial arts was lazy to use. He raised the left hand of the steel hidden under the skin, shattered the wooden stick with one palm, and banged the right fist unceremoniously on the lower abdomen of the soldier who was leading the trouble. He no longer cared about this opponent and turned around and kicked another soldier away.

With a palm slash, a fist, a kick, a knee hit, and an elbow, Wuming was like entering a no-man's land between the seven soldiers and gangsters. The soldiers who were waiting to watch the show never thought Wuming could beat him like this. But in the blink of an eye, all the seven soldiers and gangsters were lying on the ground and moaning constantly.

Wuming stood quietly, looking at the nearly five hundred soldiers in front of him without saying a word, and still maintaining his upright military posture and accepting the scorching sun, as if he was not the one who hit someone just now.

The scene became quiet for a moment, and the soldiers and puppies exchanged their eyes that were still unbelievable. These soldiers and puppies were not subject to the control and had no military discipline. It does not mean that they could not fight. On the contrary, they belong to the group of people who are the best at fighting.

"Look! These guys are falling! Haha..." A group of passing soldiers yelled loudly and immediately attracted the support of a group of people.

The team of nearly 500 people was shocked by Wuming and dared not move. The soldiers felt embarrassed. The invisible collective consciousness made them slowly approach Wuming almost at the same time.

"One to five hundred?" Wuming nodded in a sneer: "I admit that I can't beat five hundred people in a group, but!"

A trace of cold light came out from Wuming's eyes, and he took a deep breath of the true Qi Vajra Power and activated it with all his strength.

The soldiers looked at the nameless change in front of them in a daze. The man with a normal figure just now suddenly surged to a height of two and a half meters. The warrior suit covering his body was instantly shattered, and the powerful sense of oppression hit everyone's hearts in an instant.

"I will definitely pull my back before I fall." Facing the soldier, all preaching is useless. If you want the other party to be obedient, the only way is to tell the other party that your fist is bigger and harder than the other party's fist!

The soldiers looked at Wuming's right fist, which was larger than a flower pot, and subconsciously swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

Even if you are just touched by such a fist, breaking a few ribs should be the lightest injury, right? If your head hits the fist as big as a flowerpot, the scene of an egg hitting a stone appears in the minds of the soldiers.

It is inevitable that five hundred people will win! The question is whether there will be themselves among the last person standing? The soldiers and pranks subconsciously stopped collectively.

"I suddenly felt a little cold in my body, and it was good to bask in the sun." A soldier gave up the idea of ​​attacking Wuming and immediately led to the recognition of a large number of soldiers.

"You're right! Men should be more tanned to be attractive."

"Yes, yes! I want to take a little longer in the sun, too."

It is the principle of the soldiers who do not suffer the immediate losses. Since defeating Wuming may not necessarily be among the standing ones, it is better to give in temporarily and find an opportunity to take revenge later.

After a while of making his position, the five hundred soldiers stood quietly and said nothing more, so as not to waste their body water. They prayed in their hearts that Wuming could not withstand the sun exposure earlier and retreat to a cool place.

However, Wuming stood in place like a stone sculpture until the sun set, and turned around and walked towards the canteen of the barracks without saying a word.

"I'm so exhausted."

"Is that guy a monster? He doesn't seem to be tired at all."

"More than that! Who of you saw sweat on his forehead?"

"Yes! I realized that he was not sweating after you said that!"

The soldiers and gangsters were lying on the ground, discussing the strangeness of their new commander with one word and one word.
Chapter completed!