[Quick Transmigration] is coming!

Feng Zhen approached with an oil lamp in his hand, and had a panoramic view of Gan Monan's expression.

Suddenly his movements stopped, his ears moved slightly, and he heard another light footstep outside the door, followed by a faint breathing sound.

He placed the oil lamp on the side of Gan Monan's head, loosened the wooden ball in his mouth, and then used his fingers to soothe his sensitive parts.

The sound of heavy panting, accompanied by the sound of Feng Zhen slapping the opponent's buttocks, came and went one after another.

After a while, after the people outside the door got tired of listening and left, Feng Zhen stopped.

The room fell into silence, except for the sound of one person's breathing.

A lot of sweat oozes from Gan Monan's forehead.

The wooden ball was stuffed as tightly as possible, and his neck was bleeding. He stared desperately, watching the boy holding a strange tool, getting closer and closer to him...

After passing out several times and being woken up again, Gan Monan just felt that his last bit of energy was drained, and his brain had no room to think about why he fell into such a situation.

Gan Monan woke up from the coma again, and vaguely saw the boy opposite him turn his face and smile at him, he shuddered reflexively, and subconsciously shouted, "Master..."

When the words fell to the ground, Gan Mo Nanji Lingling shuddered and immediately woke up.

There is no one else in the room.

As if hearing his yelling, the bustard who was waiting outside came in, approached him with big red flowers and red makeup, and smiled obsequiously at him.

"Lang Jun? Are you awake?"

Gan Monan moved a little, trying to sit up, but was throbbing in pain.

His indescribable place was roughly torn apart by tools, and even the slightest movement was a heart-piercing pain.

Received such a great humiliation, Gan Monan wished he could swallow that person alive!

"Where is that Shuang'er?" He sat up reluctantly with a blue face and asked the old bustard.

The old bustard smiled, and the powder on his face fell down, "Oh, sir, don't you remember? Didn't you give 1000 taels of silver to redeem Zhen'er in the early morning?"

Early in the morning...Gan Monan's consciousness fell into chaos.

I vaguely remember that I was woken up by that boy at a certain moment, and said something according to his orders.

Gan Monan's face was ashen.

1000 taels of silver?Isn't that all the wealth he brought from his home to the border town to join the army? !

The old procuress is very good at observing words and expressions, and his tone gradually calmed down, "Mr. Lang, you were so harsh at the time, let us not embarrass the truth. We collect money to do things, and let him go according to your instructions. It can be said that it is money and goods. Now you You can't deny it!"

In his last sentence, his accent was so elongated and his voice was so loud that Gan Monan heard footsteps outside the door, as if a group of people had surrounded the dilapidated house.

"Lang Jun?"

Gan Monan tightly clenched his fists, forced a smile, "Since I gave it to you, I won't renege on my debt."

The old bustard smiled triumphantly, "Then I'd like to ask Mr. Lang to pay the overnight fare."

Gan Monan froze, it seemed that only the 1000 taels of silver was left in his hand.

Seeing this, the old bustard changed his face, clapped his hands, and called a group of strong men to come in.

"Keep the valuable ones, and throw out the worthless ones." The old man picked his nails and ordered flatly.

Gan Monan, who was thrown out, was disheveled and limped away while covering his coat tightly.

……

I haven't vented my anger for two consecutive world closures, but here was a bad one. After venting, I feel refreshed.

After carefully cleaning the airplane cup, he placed it in the attached space of the connector.

He didn't want to leave worries in the small world, let alone his heirs.

If there is no accident, this is his wife in this life.

And the many tools that Gan Monan had used on him were all wrapped in layers of bags and placed far away in the corner.

He tapped the wooden bracelet on his wrist, thinking of this pile of things that were rated as garbage by the communicator in the first world, the corners of his lips curled up.

Even garbage has its uses.

He didn't have the slightest liking for the man who dared to want him to have a child for him, and used many harsh methods to torture him and cripple his dignity.

He knew he was venting his anger.

Because of this strange world, because of my own strange identity.

It is also because he clearly knows that he is venting his anger, so the means of dealing with Gan Monan will not completely collapse him.

Shuanger...

Fertile men?If the secret of its reproductive genes can be deciphered, and then applied in the modern world, it will definitely be the gospel of comrades.

It's a pity that although his skin can be imitated, it is not the real body of Shuang'er after all, so it cannot be used as research material.

After wandering around this dilapidated small town, Feng Zhen got a piece of news.

The Western Army camp stationed in the border town is recruiting troops to expand its armaments.

The country he lives in is the country of clouds and mist, which is hostile to the country of Brahma.

The two countries have been fighting for a long time, and the border is always in war.

The Vatican Kingdom emphasizes witchcraft and does not engage in production. It mostly relies on conquests and harassment of neighboring countries to obtain materials and wealth.

Although the war between the two countries originated from this, after so many years, the hatred has accumulated to a deep level, and both sides can't wait to beat each other to death.

The border town is a small border town bordering the Brahma Kingdom, and has always been in a state of abject poverty, mixed with fish and dragons, and very chaotic.

According to world intelligence, Gan Monan chose to join the army here.The reason is that although this small town has a low starting point, it is easy to earn meritorious service, and it is a good cornerstone for a successful career.

After searching around, Fengzhen made a decision.

A month later, Fengzhen became a soldier in the third battalion of the Western Army's camp.

Where soldiers are recruited, only the names and places of origin of the recruits are recorded. In addition, there is a link of authenticity verification.

It's not too much trouble, just look at the right wrist.

What Feng Zhen heard from other people's words is that the difference between Shuang'er and a man lies in the right wrist - every child needs to be reported to the government when it is born, and the child with male signs will be dotted with cinnabar on the right wrist by the government .

It is called cinnabar, but in fact the red material is not made of cinnabar, but people are used to calling red moles cinnabar moles.

Among them, the ones who can be clicked are Shuang'er, and the ones who can't be clicked are boys.

Really simple and crude.

What surprised Feng Zhen was that there was no cinnabar mole on his skin.

But in the information, his identity given is indeed a twin.

This is strange.

Another point is that the owner of the identity he borrowed from the information was obviously a poor boy, but when he put it in, he actually became a young lady in a dilapidated private kiln?

Is the world intelligence inaccurate?Or is there really something hidden in it?

……

The third battalion is where soldiers are trained for the Northwest Army battalion.

Fengzhen received a set of clothes and a set of tattered bedding, and was assigned to a tent.

In the tent is the Datong shop, and all of them are half-grown children who are about his age.

Feng Zhen himself figured out that his body looks thirteen or fourteen years old, but due to his weak bones, it is very likely that his body is younger than his real age, and his age should be around fifteen or sixteen.

The other children are basically over ten years old, and some who are a little older than Fengzhen look like they can be sixteen or seventeen.

In this time and space, Sixteen Seven can be considered an adult.

Feng Zhen spread out the bedding near the entrance of the tent, and then lined up with others to get the food.

It was already noon at this time, and lunch consisted of a piece of coarse-grain pancake and a jar of clear soup.

Thinking about the weight of pancakes, Feng Zhen reckoned that he would be [-]% full after eating.

So, he picked up the pancake and took a bite.

I saw that the other children broke off a third of the size of their pancakes, and handed them to the boy named Muwa in the innermost.

This shingle was a head taller than the others, with a thick head and thick head, and looked quite strong, and he was also the oldest in their camp.

Feng Zhen turned a blind eye, sat on the bed, ate a cake and a soup, and ate it leisurely.

As a result, Muwa didn't like him.

He walked over carelessly, with his nostrils facing Feng Zhen, he stretched out his thick palm, "Hand it in!"

Under the glare of the kid, Feng Zhen stuffed the pancakes into his mouth in two mouthfuls, and poured down the last bit of soup to relieve his dry throat, and sighed contentedly.

Muwa roared, and immediately raised his fist and threw it at Feng Zhen.

Feng Zhen's figure is smaller than Muwa's, but he is extremely powerful. He grasped Muwa's fist with a slender hand and stopped the opponent's attack. He didn't see how hard he was, and pushed Muwa lightly. go out.

The wooden tile staggered from being pushed, stepped back a few steps to stop, and managed to save some face.

He took a few glances at Feng Zhen, and was about to leave with a straight body.

"Hello." Feng Zhen called to stop him.

He was still sitting on the bed, his overly slender figure and handsome appearance made him look innocent and harmless to humans and animals.

"Bring your bread here." He instructed Muwa in this way.

Muwa glared at him, "Little brat! Don't push yourself too far."

Feng Zhen lazily raised the corners of his mouth, "What's wrong with pushing an inch? Come and hit me?"

Accustomed to being pursued by the little ghosts around him, Muwa couldn't bear to be provoked, and rushed over again with a whoosh.

To deal with such a threesome and two-legged brat, Fengzhen is like playing a game, pressing the shingle under it a few times, stepping on the opponent's back, and asking him, "Are you convinced?"

Muwa didn't make a sound, Feng Zhen increased the strength of the soles of his feet.

"Ah!" Muwa yelled shortly, his facial features all wrinkled together, begging for mercy, "I give in! I give in! Boss! I recognize you as the boss!"

"What's your name, boss? Grandpa."

As he spoke, he took his foot away, and the wooden tile got up, rubbed his wound, and couldn't say anything to the newly baked "grandpa" who was half a head shorter than him.

Seeing his stupid look, Feng Zhen couldn't help laughing.

Seeing this, Muwa also smiled naively, looked around, and threatened the other children, "From now on, this little... will be our boss..."

"My name is Fengzhen."

"Boss Feng!" Many children shouted.

At this moment, Fengzhen felt that he was not a pioneer, but a kid king who called his friends to play house wine together.

Taking the pancake from Muwa, Feng Zhen ate it with peace of mind.

He is in the stage of growing his body at this time, and he can eat two more coarse grain pancakes.

In this way, Muwa was hungry in the afternoon, and his stomach could be heard rumbling all afternoon during training.

It's a pity... He sneaked a few glances at Feng Zhen, who had not changed his face during the training, and finally suppressed his little thoughts.

At dinner, Feng Zhen received the tribute food, and under the watchful eyes of a group of children, he ate everything. Not only did the other children not complain, but they seemed to be relieved.

It's not that Fengzhen deliberately bullies the children, but that's just the rules here.

There is a "boss" in each tent, and this leader is usually the strongest and most powerful of these children. The leader accepts the food tribute offered by other children, which means that he will protect these people. Protect them from being bullied by people in other camps.

Otherwise, these children are very likely to be unable to keep food at all.

Compared with losing one-third of the rations and not being able to eat at all, the former is obviously more acceptable.

When Feng Zhen accepts the tribute food, it means that he has to shoulder the responsibility of protecting other children.

After two months like this, there were several conflicts with the camp next door, but they were all forcefully resolved by the seal.

Now, among the recruits, the children in their tent can hardly be said to be walking sideways.

Gein, among them there is a leader who has great strength and protects his weaknesses.

Fengzhen's prestige among the soldiers is increasing day by day, and Muwa has completely become his follower.

That night, the long-lost friend function of the communicator flickered, prompting a friend to leave a message for him.

Feng Zhen checked and found that Wu Rui from the modern world had completed the task and was about to enter the second small world, so he presented himself with a tube of potion.

It is a gene repair agent.

The main purpose is to activate the perfect repair gene in the human gene, make it work automatically, and repair human defects.

As for other specific effects, and the extent of this repair, it will only be known after doing experiments.

After Fengzhen collected it, he also gave Wu Rui a copy of the low-level evolution potion he developed.

Seeing Yin Wuor from the world of martial arts online, Feng Zhen greeted him.

Yin Wuor seemed to be in a very upset mood, so he simply replied with one line: insufficient materials, no Shijinsan.

Fengzhen directly posted the exchange point amount of the evolution potion in the contactor.

This time, Yin Wu may quickly reply: I need this, what do you want in exchange?

Feng Zhenhui: Martial arts skills and mental methods need a complete set, and you only need to make up the same amount of points.

Yin Wuhe: Deal!

According to some things he inquired about, Feng Zhen guessed that there is no internal strength in this world.

Like in the military camp, their daily training is to exercise their bodies and learn some standard moves, including boxing and marksmanship.

He has observed every practice coach, and they basically have well-developed leg muscles, extremely stable lower body, strong arms, and every movement is very solid. Relatively, it means heavy, not light and flexible enough.

If one can learn the inner skills of the martial arts world, it will definitely be able to make up for these shortcomings.

They quickly receive what they exchange with each other.

Feng Zhen opened it up carefully, and chose a set of mental techniques with the highest value to practice.

Spring goes and winter comes, cold comes and summer goes.

The third battalion three years later.

The triennial recruit assessment begins.

On the wide hunting ground, countless wild animals were exiled in it, and all the recruits of the third battalion also stepped into it.

Here, they need to hunt enough beasts to be eligible for promotion.

In three years, teenagers in their teens have all entered the puberty period, their height has increased sharply, and their appetite has increased multiple times along with their height. Small coarse grain pancakes have long been unable to meet a person's needs. Therefore, people who are not full Started to snatch food from those who are weaker than themselves.

Over time, the strong get stronger and the weak get weaker.

Upon entering the game, the two recruits are easily distinguishable.

One of them has a slender, straight and flexible body, and every time he bounces and evades, he looks extremely light and agile.

The thin waist is unbelievably flexible, sometimes stretched like a full bow, and sometimes straight like a pine.

His figure firmly restrained the sight of all the onlookers.

Gan Monan and his party returned from a small-scale battle, and heard the sound of people in the distance from a long distance away, as if there was some grand event taking place.

An old chief of Gan Monan's banner said, "According to the days, this should be the day of the promotion ceremony for new recruits."

Recruit promotion ceremony?

Seeing that the centurion also showed an interested expression, Lao Shi was frothing, "Everyone knows that the third battalion of our Western Army is a new barracks, and that place has always been independent, only heard of its name but not its name." Sound. In fact, the third battalion is at the foot of the mountain behind our camp. Recruits have the opportunity to be promoted every three years. After ranking in competitions, the top few will be promoted directly to the captain, and four recruits will be incorporated into the Western Army..."

Gan Monan became interested, and upon seeing this, Lao Shichang directly led the way and took them to the hunting ground to watch.

As soon as he entered the stands, Gan Monan's line of sight was firmly attracted by a figure.

This man was wearing a gray short robe, his movements were fierce, and he was fighting against the beast.

Gan Monan narrowed his eyes, only felt that this person's footwork was erratic and swift, and every move was both neat and beautiful.

The gray short robe was precisely flipped onto the back of the beast, and the dagger in the sleeve was inserted into the neck of the beast like a knife cutting tofu. A gust of hot blood spurted out immediately, and the beast fell to the ground wailing!

Before the beast fell completely, the short gray robe threw itself on another beast.

The whole process was smooth and smooth, and there was no trace of panic in him.

There was an uproar and applause from around, and Gan Monan's ecstatic gaze focused on the sharp figure again, and his heart was burning.

After the hunt was over and the spoils were collected, Fengzhen won the first place without any suspense.

Gan Monan asked the people around him for the name of the head name.

"I heard it's called Fengzhen."

"Fengzhen..." Gan Monan recited the name silently, turned around and went to the camp of the chief.

The pawn commander just smiled when he heard his intention, "This kid is being watched by many people."

There was some unfinished meaning in the words, Gan Monan thought about it, and finally gave the pawn leader a sum of money from the last mission.

A full 2000 taels.

A purse full of silver ingots, and a few large amount of silver bills inside.

After the pawn received it, he thought about the weight, and then opened the mouth of the purse to check, only to show a satisfied expression.

After getting out of the tent, Gan Monan let out a foul breath.

He didn't come to such a small border town to seek money, but to get a quick promotion in military service.

In three years, he went from an unknown soldier to a corps chief, a chief and then a centurion. It can be said that he was not fast, but it was still far from his expectations.

Especially the pawn standing above him, greedy for money, not to mention his life, and trying to suppress himself.

If not, he would not be in a hurry to find a powerful subordinate.

Only when a truly great contribution is made, a small soldier dare not covet it.

……

Feng Zhenjin became the team leader, and he has four subordinates, all from the same camp as him, one of them is the shingle.

Their group of recruits was broken up and assigned to different centurions.

When he brought the other four people to the new tent with their luggage, Feng Zhen smiled slowly when he saw a group of soldiers standing outside the tent with Su Rong.

It turned out to be Gan Monan.

What is this?Is it evil?

Really, long time no see.

Gan Monan and Feng Zhen's eyes met, and he always felt that the other's expression was a little weird.

With doubts in his heart, Gan Monan left after a routine lecture.

Feng Zhen's handsome face, which is rarely seen in the world, flashed in his mind from time to time.

After going to bed, Gan Monan suddenly opened his eyes, his pupils constricted suddenly!

Fengzhen... Really? !

That damned twin boy?

No... how could Shuang'er enlist in the army?Could it be that he was a man?

hateful!That damned bustard!

Could it be... a round of Immortal Dance done by a group of them?

……

Fengzhen has changed to a new tent, and it is still a Tongpu, but the smell here is not very good.

These old jerks who have been around for many years are not as hygienic as the children who protected him under his wings back then. They don't brush their teeth or wash up, and they fall asleep after taking off their clothes with their feet open everywhere.

The tents are full of human-shaped sewage machines, emitting a stink non-stop.

Fengzhen couldn't take it anymore, put on his clothes and walked out of the tent, intending to get some air.

As soon as he went out, he saw a figure approaching him aggressively with a knife in hand.

What a coincidence.

Feng Zhen raised the corners of his lips obliquely, and his inner strength circulated in the meridians, which were consciously guided to the soles of his feet and the acupoints on both palms.

Three years ago, Feng Zhen took an evolution potion and found that the evolution potion had no effect on this skin.

After that, he took the gene repair medicine again.

But I didn't expect the effect of this medicine to be very significant.

Although his three attributes have not improved, he can clearly feel that this skin is more comfortable and round to use.

It's as if the original skin was really a body-fitting dress, but the current skin is more like a piece of skin of oneself.

The fit is seamless for an exact fit.

If the fit of the previous skin is 99.9%, although it is close to 100%, there are still a few flaws.

Then, after taking the gene repair medicine, this little blemish will be erased, and it will be perfectly compatible with the soul.

Another important effect of taking the gene repair medicine is that he can learn martial arts very fast.

After experiencing the two worlds, Fengzhen's learning and mastery of the theoretical system has reached an inhuman level, and the gene repair medicine smoothed out the shortcomings of his body, making the heart, brain, and body merge into one.

The person who came with the knife was getting closer and closer, Feng Zhen let out a chuckle, and the whole person greeted him like an arrow off the string!

As soon as they played against each other, Fengzhen knew the level of Gan Monan.

Even if the opponent is holding a knife, he is not afraid.

Facing Gan Monan's devouring eyes, Feng Zhen smiled brightly, his white teeth gleaming cunningly under the moonlight.

Gan Monan yelled loudly, unable to control the anger gushing out of his heart, the strength in his hands became heavier every time.

In the blink of an eye, the two fought more than a dozen moves.

Their movements attracted the attention of the guards, and gradually, many soldiers came out of the camp to watch the battle.

Feng Zhen preserved his strength, and deliberately put on an appearance that he almost wanted to be a dead soul under the sword. The next second, he smiled viciously at Gan Monan from an angle that others could not see, and avoided it with his body.

After a few times, Gan Monan knew that this shameless villain was playing tricks on him.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, he had nothing to do with this person, so he had no choice but to accept the move with resentment.

Finally, when the other party clasped his fists and said sincerely, "Thank you, Centurion, for your guidance.", he left stiffly.

He looked like a petty man who couldn't stand his subordinates being stronger than him.

And Feng Zhen, who was outstanding in handsomeness and was already easy to be liked by others, maintained his demeanor, humility and courtesy.

The spectators patted Feng Zhen on the shoulder, said a few words of encouragement, and then yawned and went back to the camp to catch up on sleep.

The crowd dispersed, and the guards returned to their posts. Fengzhen was the only one left in the lively scene.

He put away that humble and sincere expression, staring at the direction where Gan Monan was leaving, he couldn't see the expression clearly under the hazy moonlight.

Afterwards, a few days were spent peacefully.

On this day, Gan Monan, who finished his day's mission, suddenly had his eyelids twitch, and became inexplicably flustered.

He didn't go to eat, but returned to the camp with a hopeless heart.

The moment he entered the tent, he froze at the door.

At dusk, the light in the camp was dim.

In the faint light and shadow, a black figure was sitting on his camp bed.

The strange fragrance from the depths of his memory enveloped him, the alarm bells in his head rang out, and the hairs all over his body stood on end with tiny bumps.

The feeling of deja vu reappeared.

Gan Monan's face was pale, and he moved stiffly, wanting to exit.

But was stopped by an understatement voice.

"come over."

His body trembled, and he tried his best to turn around and leave, but his movements moved towards the shadow uncontrollably.

At this moment, he seemed to have returned to that night again, becoming a humble and pitiful slave who was crawling and crying.

With a "plop", Gan Monan knelt at Fengzhen's feet.

Gan Monan was cut in half, one half was screaming and cursing, and the other was obedient and humble.

Feng Zhen raised his eyebrows in surprise, he never thought that the effect of that night would be so good.

Recalling the methods of that night, Feng Zhen clicked his tongue in his heart.

It can't be said that this Gan Monan has a bit of a tendency to be masochistic in his bones.

Facing the obedient attitude of the other party, Feng Zhen couldn't bear to torture him any longer.

He put away the mouthpart of the wooden ball exuding a strange fragrance, clamped Gan Monan's chin, and asked him, "Do you know who I am?"

Gan Monan nodded with difficulty.

"Oh? Who am I?" Feng Zhen lowered his head slightly, approached and asked again.

"host……"

Feng Zhen noticed Gan Monan's struggle, his nails were firmly pinched into his palm, his body was trembling, and he tried his best to stop the words that were about to blurt out.

He was not in a hurry, just waiting quietly.

"Master... People..." Obviously, Gan Monan's struggle failed.

No matter how soft his voice was, it was still heard by Feng Zhen.

Feng Zhen sighed and let go of his palm, his eyes lingered on Gan Monan's face with interest.

"Wait for me at the back mountain path every night from tomorrow." He ordered Gan Monan in an unquestionable tone.

The next day, Feng Zhen found that the training of his group had been increased several times.

He knew that Gan Monan would wake up if he broke away from the deliberately created atmosphere.

It's just a pity that this method of aggravating training did not cause him any trouble.

Muwa finished the training with howling ghosts and wolves, and returned to the camp spread out on the mattress like a dead dog.

He calmed down, admiring the beauty of his boss leisurely turning the pages of the book, he couldn't help sighing in his heart.

The boss is the boss, with beautiful hands and beautiful hearts.

Here, Feng Zhen put down the book in his hand, turned his head and asked his younger brother, "Have you recovered? Come on, let's start."

Feng Zhen beat Muwa until he screamed, and after beating Muwa, he beat the other three.

Although they are always beaten, Muwa and the others know that their fists and feet have improved rapidly in recent years, especially during one-on-one exercises, few of the recruits can be their opponents.

This kind of progress is all due to racking my brains every day to think about how to get less beatings.

The boss is really strong, and it hurts to hit someone!

Two tears were wrapped in the eye sockets, and the shingle was throbbing in pain.

Having not met Gan Monan all day, Feng Zhen knew that the other party was avoiding him, so Feng Zhen became a little interested in such an interesting reaction from the other party.

At midnight, Feng Zhen avoided the guards alone and headed for the trail behind the mountain.

In the dead of night, the occasional chirping of insects echoed.

The moonlight was bleak, and a thin layer covered Feng Zhen's body, making his skin pale and pale, giving him a ghostly and eerie feeling.

A piercing cry of an old harrier pierced the silent night.

Suddenly the icy reflection of the long knife flashed, Feng Zhen used all his internal strength, and retreated gracefully!

With the inner strength attached to the palm, Feng Zhen slammed the palm of the knife, and the "Keng" handle of the knife came out of Gan Monan's hand, and shot to the tree trunk beside him.

The long knife trembled up and down, Gan Monan rushed over quickly, trying to pull out the knife.

However, he used all his strength to reach the length of half a finger, which was useless for a long knife whose body was completely submerged in the tree trunk.

A palm suddenly landed on Gan Monan's shoulder, and he couldn't help shivering.

I knew that I couldn't beat Fengzhen, so I chose to sneak attack, but I didn't expect that it still fell short.

Gan Monan closed his eyes like an appointment.

Without waiting for the imaginary death, after a while, he slowly opened his eyes.

The villain was leaning on the tree trunk and looking at him playfully.

There was a leather strap wrapped around the opponent's finger, and he was playing with the wooden ball that exuded a strange fragrance.

The strange fragrance spread out, covering him like a black net.

That feeling came again.

He split into two halves again, one half trembling and wishing to throw himself on the villain and kneel down to lick it, and the other half calmly and almost indifferently "looking" at his stupid and humble appearance.

The perpetrators stuffed the wooden ball into his mouth, and then tied the leather belt tightly behind his head.

Gan Monan looked at the wicked man who had a black whip in his hand at some point, and looked at him.

"It seems that you are still not obedient enough." He heard the man's deep and magnetic voice ringing in his ears.

Suddenly, there was a desolate sadness that engulfed him like a tide.

……

Life in Fengzhen became stable.

During the day, he trained and beat his subordinates, and at night he practiced and trained Gan Monan.

Gan Mo Nan seems to be divided into two parts, docile and well-behaved at night, more and more targeted at sealing the town during the day.

But that bit of cat-scratching resistance undoubtedly made Feng Zhen excited, and sometimes he couldn't help but wonder if the other party did it on purpose.

He deliberately made a rebellious appearance to welcome the more severe training and punishment at night.

Because, many times, he clearly saw the excitement hidden deep in his eyes from his stubborn expression.

Shouting no need, the body became more and more tame.

If this is the case, and he has been fulfilling his wish, wouldn't he be a victim of death.

Although he thought so, Fengzhen felt that the time was not ripe enough, and the sun still never set.

His internal strength, as well as his ability to train people, are advancing by leaps and bounds, and he must be fascinated and addicted to it.

Two months later, a large-scale war broke out with Brahma.

After resisting the attacks of the Brahma Kingdom many times, Gan Monan led his subordinates to go around the enemy's rear from the back city gate and burn the Brahma Kingdom's food and grass to ashes.

Afterwards, the army of Yunmi Kingdom attacked back and forth, and the Brahma Army was killed and retreated thousands of miles away from the border of the country.

Gan Monan made great contributions and was promoted to be the chief of the army, with tens of thousands of people under his command.

And Fengzhen was extremely brave on the battlefield. When he was counting his military achievements, he killed the most enemies. He also killed two centurion commanders and three thousand commanders, and was promoted to be a thousand commander.

In several successive battles, a pawn commander was killed by the enemy, and his outstanding performance fell into the eyes of the general. When the battle slowed down a bit, he was promoted as a pawn commander.

In the last battle, Gan Monan was seriously injured and almost died.

The weapon of a general in the Brahma Kingdom was smeared with poison, so that he would not be able to seal his throat with blood, but because of the special geographical location of the Brahma Kingdom, he had certain medicinal herbs that were difficult to grow in other countries.

Therefore, anyone who is poisoned by the Brahma Kingdom must obtain the antidote from the Brahma Kingdom people.

Otherwise, there is no solution.

Gan Monan's complexion was gray, as if he was terminally ill and would soon die.

The military doctors took turns to take the pulse and examine him, but they were all helpless and sighed helplessly. They could only hang him with a few kinds of herbs.

He was moved to the tent at the rear, surrounded by disabled or similarly poisoned soldiers.

He was lying on the camp bed numbly, and fewer and fewer people came to visit him.

Except for one person.

Close the town.

If there is no important matter, Feng Zhen will come to see him every day.

When Feng Zhen was promoted to be a pawn commander, several of his subordinates when he was a corps leader were promoted to be centurion commanders and special commanders.

The shingles are the centurions.

Feng Zhen told him about the military training, and walked towards the rear alone.

They met colleagues on the road and greeted each other with clasped fists. When they saw the direction he was going, they couldn't help asking, "Brother Feng, are you going to visit Gan Monan?"

Feng Zhen nodded.

After he left, the colleague sighed to the others, "Brother Feng, you are really affectionate and worthy of friendship."

Feng Zhen took the porridge and side dishes from the gang leader and entered Gan Monan's small camp.

Seeing him staring blankly waiting to die, he smiled indifferently, "Yo, you're in a single-person camp now? You know, this is the treatment only the master general has."

Feng Zhen fed him porridge, saw that his teeth were tightly closed, and squeezed his jaw directly to pour it into him.

Fortunately, the porridge was so clear that it didn't choke Gan Monan to death.

He coughed and panted twice with all his strength, his thin cheekbones were blushed, and he turned his head to the side, and said weakly, "I'm just a person waiting to die...why...don't bother with me..."

Feng Zhen clicked his tongue, and wrote lightly, "Whoever said you are going to die, just watch, you won't die."

He said this so casually that no one would feel any comfort after listening to it.

Gan Monan never turned his head around. If it wasn't for his chest rising and falling slightly, people might mistake him for a dead person.

After a while, he struggled to remove his hand from under the quilt, holding a letter scattered in his hand.

"Help me, give... General Zhenwei's mansion..."

It's ridiculous to think about it. Before he died, there was no one to trust him to, so he could only trust this villain to deliver the letter for him.

Only this villain...

A tear fell down his face, and Gan Monan gasped for a moment.

Only this villain never gave up on him.

Feng Zhen held his trembling hand.

His warm palm seemed to carry an inexplicable power, and Gan Monan suddenly felt his body warm up a little.

"You send this letter yourself, I won't let you die."

The wicked man left after leaving a few words.

But the warmth kept flowing to the bottom of his heart, and Gan Monan couldn't calm down for a long time.

In the middle of the night, Feng Zhen's imperial envoy Qinggong avoided the guards and came to Gan Monan's camp, knocking Gan Monan unconscious.

Call out the warehouse space from the communicator, and Fengzhen takes out the equipment brought back from the previous world.

Connecting the instrument port to Gan Monan, Feng Zhen once again protected Gan Monan's heart with inner strength, and injected evolution potion into his vein.

First inject a very small amount, and then observe the drug reaction in the body.

In the process of observing the reaction, he took the opportunity to use the blood and insect corpses in his own skin to prepare five 30ml evolution potions again.

The evolution potion can stimulate genes to unlock the evolution code and evolve independently, which itself is a struggle for the human body to break through the limits of the body.

Ganmonan was attacked by poison, and most of the body's functions were destroyed. The usual detoxification method was too slow, and Fengzhen didn't have so much time to study, so he used the most brutal and most essential method.

As he expected, this