5 Special First Lieutenant

This assault vehicle did not have a roof, probably to make it easier for the soldiers to shoot at any time. This also caused gusts of cold wind to blow into the vehicle.

However, Rayen did not feel cold. Other than the high-calorie food provided by the army, the most important thing was that he was still immersed in the magical ability that came out of nowhere. He seemed to be very excited.

Then, he looked at the gun on the waist of the one-eyed officer and unconsciously touched it with his hand.

In an instant, a few unexpected modification plans made him exclaim in wonder!

Feeling the information provided by his ability, he felt that he was as cool as a future robot warrior who had a special ability!

Rayen's action made the one-eyed officer brake suddenly and shout, "Brat! What are you trying to do!"

However, Rayen smiled and said, "Sir, I noticed that there is a risk that your pistol will jam. Do you need to repair it?"

The strange gaze he gave the one-eyed soldier gave him goosebumps. After making sure that this guy was not trying to rob him, the one-eyed soldier once again activated the assault vehicle. He stepped on the accelerator in the direction of a huge canyon and said, "Brat! You better behave yourself. It is illegal to do business in our corps! Also, you are already a soldier. You have to call me sir!"

He suspected that this arms dealer would not change, so he gave him a warning.

Rayen did not say anything. He leaned against the back of his chair and brought up the parameters of the assault vehicle again. He imagined how to make better modifications in his mind.

After losing the opposition and pressure, the two of them started to talk more.

During their conversation, Rayen knew the name of this lieutenant. It was Scott Matthews.

He had been in the army for more than 20 years and was now 38 years old. He had been in the Vulture Corps for five years. However, due to the high casualty rate caused by the cruel war, he had already become a veteran in the corps.

After learning that the first lieutenant was a member of the death camp, Rayen was not only surprised that he was still alive, but he was also glad that he did not have any conflicts with him before. Otherwise, he would not only lose his life, but he would also suffer inhuman torture.

The reason why he came to this conclusion was that no matter which empire's death camp the soldiers of the death camp were from, they were not to be trifled with.

They were like cannonballs that could not be returned, and they had to achieve their goal, even if they were to be smashed to pieces.

This was absolutely true, because Rayen's father was once a member of a death camp in a certain army group. Rayen vaguely remembered that when he was young, when he was playing in the army camp, after a night in the death camp that was originally filled with people, only his father returned.

In that case, the heavens still had mercy on him and his father. At least, he was taken care of until he was fifteen years old before he became an orphan.

"You must be surprised why I'm still alive, right?" Scott seemed to have opened his mouth. As he spoke, he bit off the black glove on his left hand with his teeth.

Then, what appeared in front of Rayen was a pair of silver prosthetic limbs.

Through his own ability, Rayen could tell that this was a masterpiece of the Sapphire Blue Empire's medical technology. This cool-looking thing could help people who had lost their limbs to move normally again, and it was very flexible. The person who was given this ability would not feel that this was too different from the original limbs, except that they did not have any sense of touch.

"It looks very cool and quite flexible. This is a symbol of glory, sir. You are really amazing. Your family will be proud of you." In a sense, Rayen was indeed a merchant who sold death, but he was also full of sympathy.

He knew that to maintain the stability of this thing, a great price had to be paid. The side effects of the auxiliary drugs that he usually took were very big and would seriously affect the life span of people, so he tried his best to use the honor of a soldier as an excuse to comfort the other party.

"Hehe, there's no need to comfort me." Scott floored the accelerator and continued, "Who doesn't treat a guy like me as a dead person? I also know that I won't live for many years, but so what? Anyway, I've already made a plan. Before I die, I must drag more of the Atlantean soldiers down with me. If the other party also has a first lieutenant, that would be even better!"

Rayen finally understood why this first lieutenant had emphasized to him that he did not like to wait for people, because he did not have much time to waste.

"Damn it! Why hasn't there been a battle?" Speaking of this, First Lieutenant Matthews became a little irritable. Under his driving, the speed of the assault vehicle continued to increase.

It always felt strange to be together with someone who knew his destination. Following Rayen's awkward jokes, the assault vehicle also drove out of the canyon.

About two hours later, after the assault vehicle passed through a forest, Rayen saw a camp filled with vulture flags.

The assault vehicle was stopped by the boom gate at the entrance of the camp. At this time, one of the guards on guard ran over. He saluted Lieutenant Matthews and said, "Sir! Welcome back! Is this a new recruit?"

Scott said while wearing gloves, "That's right. I picked the forge soldier. Take him to report in. The Colonel is waiting for me in the office." Then, he looked at Rayen who was looking around and said, "Do your best. I look forward to using your weapon in the next war."

Then, he dropped Rayen off and drove the car toward the bottomless camp with his stomach.

All the soldiers along the way were very respectful when they saw him and saluted to First Lieutenant Matthews one after another.

These soldiers were all wearing gray and black tight-fitting military uniforms, and their berets had the vulture's mark on them. Besides a pistol at their waist, there was also a wide-blade dagger.

Their thick and strong arm muscles made the K-40 automatic rifle in their hands, which actually weighed 12 pounds, as light as a toy.

"Hey! Don't just stand there, follow me!" The soldier on guard signaled Rayen to follow him.

Not long after they left, Rayen heard a few fierce roars from all sides.

"Left and right! Left and right! Don't mess up the formation!"

"Run! Before my whip falls on you!"

"Are you all f*cking women? You can't even lift a cannonball?!"

"More sweat during training, less blood on the battlefield!"

The ones who spoke were a few men who looked like officers. They held whips in their hands and stared at the soldiers who were training. Their eyes were almost on fire, as if they were going to eat the other party.

Those soldiers were afraid that the whip that was thicker than an elbow would hit them. They were either frightened or carried out their commanding officer's training orders seriously.

Rayen had only walked for about five minutes when he saw all kinds of spacious barracks and well-designed towers.

The sentry posts that appeared every few steps showed that this camp had a very cautious commander.

The road planning here was also very scientific and reasonable. Even if more than 20 chariots and hundreds of soldiers appeared at the same time, it would not cause a traffic jam.

Rayen's appearance also made a group of soldiers curious. They looked at this guy and said one after another.

"Huh? This guy is too thin and weak, right? I guess he is not as heavy as a cannonball."

"He is not bad looking. Unfortunately, our people here do not have that hobby."

"This guy looks like a bookworm who just slipped out of the school. I wonder which camp he was assigned to?"

"It doesn't matter. Being able to come here proves that he is an unlucky guy. God knows how long he will live."