Freshman military training, is this kid a super strong soldier?

"Sorry, I actually have a girlfriend."

Hearing Xu Cheng's words, a look of disappointment flashed in the little girl's eyes, and she lowered her head quite unhappy.

"Well then, I wish you happiness."

After the little girl went back, there was a loud noise in the carriage.

Xu Cheng was afraid that others would laugh at the little girl, so he glanced around in the carriage.

Maybe Xu Cheng looks fierce when he doesn't smile, or maybe it's the oppressive force of his outfit.

There was no sound in the entire carriage, and even the air pressure dropped several degrees.

This was not Xu Cheng's original intention. He sighed softly in his heart, turned around and wanted to leave quickly.

"clang--"

There was a sound of an object falling. Although the movement was not loud, it seemed particularly abrupt in today's quiet atmosphere.

Xu Cheng frowned, and his palms tightened unconsciously.

This sound may not be heard by ordinary people, but it is very familiar to them.

As soldiers, Xu Cheng and others not only have to master the use methods and accuracy of all weapons.

At the same time, we must have an accurate judgment on their appearance and voice.

The sound just now was clearly the sound of a bomb. The outer surface of the bomb is lighter than the density in the center. Therefore, unlike the sound of other materials falling, the bomb takes away the crispness and has a second echo.

From the sound falling out at this time, it can be heard that the bomb must be covered with a layer of cloth.

Thinking of this, Xu Cheng has already made an accurate judgment in his heart.

The sound of landing was at four o'clock behind him and no more than three meters away from him.

Even without looking back, Xu Cheng already knew the location of the person carrying the bomb.

Suppressing the urge to turn around in his heart, Xu Cheng pretended to be nonchalant and continued walking forward, leaving the carriage.

When he closed the door of the carriage, he glanced at the man from the corner of the eye, silently remembering the man's appearance.

Watching Xu Cheng leave his compartment, the man almost fell to the ground as if he had collapsed.

It was clearly late autumn, and the temperature in the carriage was just right, but the man's forehead was covered with beads of sweat, which couldn't stop sliding down his cheeks, and finally fell to the ground.

He put his hands on the table and took a deep breath to keep his body from collapsing.

The ghost knows how nervous he was just now, this is the first time he felt his heart was about to jump out of his throat.

After a few seconds, the man managed to calm himself down.

He knelt down and connected the wrapping cloth at the foot of the table, which was covered with a fine layer of dust, but he didn't seem to notice it, and put it directly on the seat.

Looking at his slightly trembling hands, he stiffly pressed one hand to the other, barely remaining calm.

This was his first time doing something like this, and he didn't expect to meet an officer.

Although he didn't know Xu Cheng's identity, looking at his skin was enough to scare him enough.

"What are you doing? You're in a panic."

The woman beside him said, and gave him an angry look, her eyes were full of disgust.

This woman was his wife, and the two lived in poverty. They had agreed to go to the west to work together to earn money.

I heard that money is easy to earn in the west, as long as you are willing to work hard.

He has no other skills, but he has a lot of strength.

Their life is hard, there is no harvest every year, and it is rare that they can harvest a little in good years, and they have to pay more than half of it.

After a year of hard work, I couldn't even get enough to eat.

As the saying goes, poor and lowly couples mourn everything, and his wife complains every day with him, and abuses every time.

I thought I would come out to make money, and my life would be easier.

But who knew, his wallet was stolen on the way to the station.

That was all their wealth for decades, and it was stolen all at once.

The man's heart was ashamed, and the woman was also crying, venting all her grievances on him.

The money to go home was gone, only dozens of dollars and the ticket I had already bought in my hand.

The man really didn't know what to do. There was nothing to look forward to in this day, so he might as well die.

Once this idea was born, it was impossible to suppress it.

Men can make bombs, and they learned it secretly from the soldiers of their hometown when they were young.

He went to nearby stores to buy all the materials and secretly made the bomb without telling his wife.

It's a pity that he doesn't have enough money and the materials he can buy are limited, so he can only make one with average power, otherwise he can blow up all the people in the car to death.

Thinking of this, the corners of the man's mouth raised slightly.

Why are they the only ones who can endure such hardships, while others are dressed in gorgeous clothes and live in glamorous splendor.

Looking at the people around him talking and laughing, the man's eyes were full of resentment.

He has already made plans to let these people be buried with him.

The world is so unfair to him, so don't blame him for ruining them through his own efforts!

"I'm talking to you, did you hear me! It's still two or three days before we get there. We don't have any money on us. What do you want to eat?"

His wife's words brought him back to reality. The man's fists were clenched. After years of depression, he had long since learned to tolerate it.

"I'll find a way, don't worry."

The man has already made a decision silently in his heart, and the officer didn't know if he found him just now.

But judging from the man's reaction, he probably didn't notice him.

Fortunately, he wrapped a layer of tattered clothes around the bomb. Even if he looked at it, he would just think that some scrap metal had fallen. Who would associate it with the bomb?

But to be on the safe side, the man still felt that he couldn't stay for too long.

He turned his head and glanced at the carriage, there were still about half of the empty seats.

It would be too bad to detonate the bomb at this time.

There are still 10 minutes until the next stop. It is a big stop, and there will definitely be many people coming up.

Just wait, when there are more people, he will detonate immediately.

The man's eyes were scarlet, and his gaze was fierce.

He now wished he could take everyone to death, as well as the officer next door. It would be great if he could take him to death with him.

But he is still somewhat rational, so just think about such things.

If the officers were alarmed, not only would they not be able to kill them, but they would also have to go to prison.

Thinking of this, the man suppressed the resentment in his heart and forced himself to calm down.

The wife beside him was still complaining endlessly, her words becoming increasingly unpleasant, and even attracted the attention of many people.

The man lowered his head deeply and looked carefully, his eyes were full of suppressed anger.

"Why am I blind, marrying you, a worthless wretch, leaving home and not being able to even eat a meal, how can I be so unlucky!"

"enough!"