Life has never been easy for Xu Yichen.

In Zhongsiyuan, every breath needs to compete with other children. The material explosion allows every new Chinese to enjoy the best food and education, but there are always higher levels of enjoyment or rewards placed there.

In Zhongsiyuan, this thing is honor.

The first person to complete all the projects in physical fitness classes can eat first, and others must wait for the chief meal to finish before they can sit and eat.

Students who get the first place in the cultural class can get four hours out every week; the first in the military weapon class is qualified to observe the latest model of concept weapons, and can also wear exclusive weapons engraved with their own name.

Competition is always around, and children from Zhongsiyuan eat faster than others when they grow up.

Xu Yichen is undoubtedly one of the most outstanding children ever raised in Zhongsiyuan. For several years, he has been dining in other onlookers, with weapons engraved with his name filling the room.

Of course, for a long time, he could only watch others go out to show off on weekends. No matter how strong his will, how outstanding his memory, or how real the dream replays were, he could not hide it. Some people were born smarter than others.

In the military academy, on the battlefield, as an intern political commissar, Xu Yichen had to work ten times harder than others to be worthy of this name.

He was also afraid of shooting the first time he faced an explosion, but he developed the habit of leading by example for more than ten years, making his body react faster than his thoughts.

Over time, Xu Yichen has become accustomed to his identity. A political commissar, even if he is an intern political commissar, his meaning is to make the enemy of New China unable to survive. He lives to make the enemy die.

No matter whether the enemy is a human, a biochemical monster, or has obtained the intelligent equipment of self-consciousness, he will start without hesitation.

So when the enemy gradually turned into green skin and the chaotic demon, the wind and sounds that he still had had nothing to do with being on earth.

Under the serration of [War Disaster], green muscles are not more wear-resistant than red muscles, and pink bones are not stronger than white bones.

Xu Yichen looked at a huge and strong green skin slashing left and right, and knocked down a whole team of chaotic evil demons who could not see the specific species. During the whole process, the green skin was in an excited state and kept shouting, not caring about the death of the other green skins around him.

Then the green skin saw the demon hunter standing outside the city wall fighting. The green skin's limbs were a little swollen, and the muscles looked like they had lost their necks. They were hunched over, and their ugly head was stuck in the middle by the overly developed trapezoidal muscles.

The huge fangs protruded from its big butt-shaped chin. The two small red eyes on the monkey-like nose were like two red glowing bodies, emitting a fanatical light. Its thick skeleton did not leave much space for the brain, but this did not affect its recognition of the human in front of it.

"It's the boss of Xiaoxiami!" This green skin that has obviously evolved into a war chief is like a ignited powder barrel: "waaagh! I knew I had this opportunity!"

The rough battle axe in Greenskin's hands seemed to be directly transformed with an anchor. God knows where these greenskins robbed these rags. No matter what comes to their hands, they can become a weapon for killing people!

The roaring green skin was hit by a heat ray as thick as a wrist, leaving a large charred mark on its leathery skin.

It was a pink monster that had merged with several little fear demons. It was nearly three meters tall with seven or eight fear demons' heads growing on its body. It was a constant argument that it seemed that it had not yet determined its goal.

The green skin looked at the demon hunter in a dilemma, and then looked at the fear demon that made it angry. It didn't want to miss any of them. Such a difficult choice made it feel like it was a headache.

Then the war chief saw the human boss pointing at the fearful demon with great interest, and then pointing to the ground under his feet. Out of the warrior's intuition, it immediately understood what the other party meant: "You go and do your business first, I'll wait for you here."

"waaagh!" The war chief believed the human boss without reservation and ran straight to the fear demon: "I'll go back!"

When Mu Tiegen found Xu Yichen along the way along the corpse, he happened to see that the other party didn't know what ability to use, so he pulled a screaming fart spirit from the sky, and then ignited his combat combustion aid with the fire from the other party's explosive bag, and threw the fart spirit out.

As an officer, you can always hide some military supplies for yourself, right?

The screaming fart spirit begged Ren Deren in the loud explosion, and brought a war chief and a fearful demon to the sky, and the battle resulted in the whole group.

[Fight Disaster] Devoured a large amount of flesh and blood, making a satisfying burp, just like a ferocious beast that had just eaten a full meal was squinting its eyes to find the next target. The little fear demons around made a terrifying cry and avoided this area.

Outside the city wall, the green skin and the Chaos Demon formed a pot of porridge, but the range of more than ten meters around the demon hunter seemed extremely quiet.

"Loess Zone, Mu Tiegen reports to you!" Mu Tiegen, who is not inferior to green skin, is like his name. He stood there like rooted steel and saluted Xu Yichen with a hint of admiration.

That was the military salute of the New China Army. Although the indigenous people in front of them were not so standard, Xu Yichen still replied with a salute.

"Sir, before leaving, an adult handed me something, and he asked me to bring you a word." Mu Tiegen took out a black suitcase from the mustard bag: "This is what you deserve."

The black suitcase is engraved with a huge five-pointed star, which is occupied by a gloved iron fist in the middle.

That is the symbol of the political commissar, the symbol used by the first political commissar.

In New China, because of the special nature of the political commissar, every formal political commissar can choose its own logo, and this iron fist is a public logo belonging to all political commissars.

Xu Yichen knew what that was, which meant that he could finally remove the first two words of the intern political commissar.

Under normal circumstances, there will be a letter of appointment, a high-level authority license, a black coat, a black brimmed hat with a metal emblem, and a complete set of identity verification procedures.

"It's really what I deserve." Xu Yichen finally smiled and opened the black suitcase without hesitation.

A black leather windbreaker lay quietly inside, the black big-brimmed hat next to it emitted a dull red light, and a pair of black tactical gloves that exposed the first knuckle.

The three pieces are at least Seiko-level magical equipment.
Chapter completed!