The next morning.

The familiar gas explosion sounded, and the suffocating gas filled the entire dormitory. From the initial resistance to the slow adaptation later, now I feel a little reluctant to leave after realizing it.

Everyone carried their bags, put on camouflage uniforms, and rushed out of the dormitory.

This is their last gathering.

After today, everyone will leave the training camp and return to their original life. Even if they are reluctant, they have no choice.

Everyone subconsciously lined up with their expressions a little more solemn than usual.

Graves and his assistants were already waiting on the training ground in German military uniforms.

Behind him was a foreign man in his forties or fifties, with a leadership-like smile and a shallow voice, looking quite kind.

The most eye-catching thing is that there are medals of merit falling on his military uniform and his colorful belts hanging down, and the gold, silver and copper shine brightly in the sun.

Graves's face still had a prank smile that was the same as usual, and he still had the same Spanish-tongued Chinese.

"Today's 31st day of Hunter Training, I'm glad you passed all the subjects and tests. Finally, you showed up in front of me and your principal, General Mars."

Mars smiled and nodded to everyone, saying hello.

"You have put in twice the effort of the students of the Venezuela Hunter School and completed the originally three-month assessment. During the training over the past month, almost everyone was injured and persisted."

Graves paused his white teeth, and everyone knew that the point was coming, "and now, the passion you have sprinkled will clearly tell you: You are the pride of the Hunter School."

At this time, a Chinese fan soldier who was standing beside him walked up to him with a plate in time.

They could see that the plates were filled with brilliant medals.

"According to customary practice, all cadets who pass the assessment can obtain the rank of second lieutenant and receive ten medals. These ten medals represent hunters, warriors, commandos, counter-strike elites, special combat pioneers, special combat diving, parachuting qualifications, flight qualifications, airborne qualifications and explosion handling qualifications. The medals of merit will be issued below."

Graves's signature smile appeared again.

Just when everyone thought Graves would definitely read Huo Xue's number, he called out another number as if he was evil.

“No. 21 is out of line!”

"Yes, sir."

The person who was called was incredible and ran out of the line in a standard posture and stood in front of everyone.

Graves's smile became even brighter, and he curled his lips and his hooked nose moved.

He slowly took out a medal from the plate with one hand, then placed the medal of merit in his hand, and finally slapped the left chest of No. 21 with force!

Everyone was stunned.

When Huo Xue saw the gesture, a chill was inspiring from the bottom of her feet.

No. 21 was caught off guard and seemed to be stung by something. His pupils suddenly dilated and his face turned pale. A trace of pain could be found from his forbearing expression and his tightly pursed lips.

then.

Graves suddenly pretended to be surprised, and showed his white teeth, his expression exaggerated and three-dimensional, "Oh my God, I forgot."

So his fingers took out another medal from the plate, held it up and displayed it in front of everyone.

At this time, everyone could clearly see that behind this silver medal with wings was a needle at least two centimeters long! The silver-white needle was dazzling in the sun, and the faint luster reflected in everyone's eyes.

Everyone gasped.

Hunter School, even the medal of merit is so perverted!

Graves explained. "The medals obtained through hunter training do not have paper clips or straps. If you want to wear these medals, you must penetrate the needle behind it through your chest! The warrior who never slacked off every minute and every second is qualified to obtain strong chest muscles to resist such needles. Only lazy deserters will feel extremely fear. Like this..."

"Ba"

While emphasizing, Graves slapped the medals in his hand into No. 21's chest one after another and pretended to be exaggerated, "You must be a warrior!"

"This is the medal you exchanged for your life. It symbolizes your flesh and blood and your efforts. The stronger the force I pressed in, the more blood it flows out, it proves that you are better in my eyes."

Anyone who is close to you can hear the sound of needles piercing into the military uniform and breaking through obstacles.

After the ten awards were awarded, there would be unwilling assistants who would step forward and pull out the medal that had been inserted into the chest muscles again, and then slapped them in hard. Many medals were even broken because they tried too hard.

The needle holes that should have only ten were gradually transformed into twenty or thirty blood holes, and the needle tips were stained with the blood of the students. One by one, the outstanding hunter students faced all this with their heads held high.

The panic in the eyes of others had long disappeared, and what burst out in their eyes was more excited and eager to try, and they wanted to rush forward to show their chest muscle hardness.

Graves went from the most inconspicuous player to the top players, No. 102, No. 72, and No. 52.

Everyone has experienced the award of medals and knows the end...

"No. 13!"

This book was first published by Xiaoxiang Academy, please do not reprint it!
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