At this time, the little monk had already led Feng Dao and Zhang Wa to Wan Lin. He looked at Shao Dao's uneven back, widened his eyes and shouted in shock: "Oh, he...what's going on on his back?"
...Why are there so many scars? Who...who beat him like this?"
The pupils in Feng Dao and Zhang Wa's eyes also shrank suddenly. Zhang Wa glanced at the little monk, raised his arm, pointed at the scars on the razor's back and said: "Little monk, look at these few scars.
The scar is a scar caused by a bullet. The bullet penetrated directly into the back of the heart. As long as it was deflected upward by two centimeters, it penetrated directly into the heart of the razor, killing him on the spot."
Feng Dao also bent down, raised his hand and pointed at several other scars as long as earthworms and said: "Jing Heng, these scars with deep bones visible are the scars left after being hit by shrapnel and sabers. This large area
The scars covering an area of 100,000 square meters are the scars left after a piece of flesh was shaved off by shrapnel."
He then pulled the little monk in front of him, pointed at Shao Shao's body and said sternly: "Can you see it? This shows that Shao Shao experienced countless fierce battles during his lifetime and crawled out of the dead many times. His body was outstanding.
The kung fu is learned from the smoke of war and the light of swords facing each other."
He then pushed the young monk to Shao Shao and asked sternly: "Jing Heng, give me a good look. Do you still dare to despise such an opponent? If Shao Shao hadn't been scrupulous just now, with your little skill
, his throat has been cut by a razor a long time ago!"
There was a look of shock on the young monk's face. In the words of Feng Dao and Zhang Wa, he seemed to see bullets whizzing past him; in the light of the explosion, he saw Razor being blown away from his opponent.
The scene of flying; I saw the figures falling one by one in the smoke of war, I saw the razor covered in blood fighting desperately with his opponent!
The young monk's face suddenly became unusually solemn, and he murmured with a somewhat dazed look: "It's so... so amazing, no wonder you don't... let me go up, I... I'm still... really not
His opponent, he moved too...fast just now, I...I definitely can't keep up with the light of his sword."
Wan Lin and others saw the horrified look on the young monk's face and heard his muttering. They all looked at each other and knew that this boy finally understood the cruelty of the battlefield and what a real master is and how to fight against the enemy.
There is no luck in it.
Standing aside, Qian Bin heard the stern words of Feng Dao and the others, and when he saw the young monk's thoughtful look, he nodded slightly, with a look of relief on his face.
Qian Bin knew in his heart that Leopard Tou and the others were deliberately polishing the unruly arrogance in the little monk, so that the boy could truly understand what a real master was, understand that he was much worse than these real masters, and understand how to obey.
The importance of orders!
He knows that only on a real battlefield can an excellent special forces soldier be truly trained. Leopard Head fought against Razor alone, firstly to protect the safety of the two hostages, and secondly to let the little monk see what a real master is.
, know the cunning of the enemy, and know that not all enemies can be defeated by good skills alone.
At this time, Wan Lin pulled the little monk away from Shao Shao. He stared at the scars on Shao Shao's back and said to Qian Bin with some emotion: "No wonder Shao Sha is so skilled. This kid is always killing.
There are no unnecessary movements in his moves, and his muscles are extremely explosive."
He then patted the young monk's shoulder hard and said: "Jing Heng, don't think that you have practiced martial arts since you were a child and your kung fu is good. Let me tell you: real kung fu is learned through desperate fighting on the battlefield.
Trained in the military, if you want to become an excellent special soldier, you should never look down on your opponent!"
Qian Bin also turned to look at the young monk and said: "Jing Heng, remember what your senior brothers said, never look down on your opponent." As he said that, he squatted next to Shao Shao and took out Shao Shao's belt with both hands.
While inspecting his belt attentively, he said to Wan Lin: "The latest information we obtained shows that Razor's parents died when he was young. He was taken away by the local armed forces when he was twelve years old and accepted as a boy scout.
He received simple military training, and it is said that he was not good at shooting at that time."
As he spoke, he looked at the scars all over Razor's body and said: "The scars on Razor's body show that he is indeed a warrior who survived a war-torn place. The fact that this kid can survive to this day and become an excellent agent proves that he
He does have a flexible mind and extremely outstanding skills, which also shows that all his kung fu are developed from actual combat, which is indeed extraordinary."
When Wan Lin heard Qian Bin's introduction, he waved to the two leopards on his shoulders and ordered: "Xiaohua, Xiaobai, go over and have a look." The two leopards saw Wan Lin's gesture and immediately jumped from Wan Lin's shoulders.
Jump up and down.
They stood on the razor, their big shining eyes quickly glanced at the razor's waist, and then they sniffed hard a few times with their little noses.
They jumped onto the stretcher behind Shao Shao, and at the same time raised their right paws to point up to Shao Shao's waist, their eyes suddenly flashed with colorful light. Wan Lin and Qian Bin saw Xiao Hua's movements, and they quickly followed the two
Look where the leopard is pointing.
A protruding scar like an earthworm, about half a foot long, lay quietly on Shao Shao's waist. The raised scar was twisted and motionless, and no abnormality could be seen at all.
Wan Lin frowned and said in a low voice: "Qian Chu, there is nothing abnormal. Do you see anything?" Qian Bin did not answer, but stared at the twisted scar on the razor's lower back with a gloomy face, thinking deeply.
After a moment, he suddenly reached his right hand into his waist, pulled out a sharp dagger with a "clop" sound, and then stretched the tip of the dagger towards the scar on the razor's waist.
Wan Lin and the people around him were stunned for a moment when they saw Qian Bin's actions. They then understood what Qian Bin meant. The young monk exclaimed in shock: "Did the razor hide something in the scar?"
At this time, when Xiaohua saw Qian Bin's movements, a blue light flashed in her eyes, and her raised right paw suddenly burst out with several sharp nails. It quickly moved its right paw across the scar on the razor's waist. The long scar
Then a crack appeared on the upper body, and the muscles suddenly opened to both sides.
When Xiao Bai next to him saw Xiao Hua's movements, his eyes flashed red, and several sharp nails suddenly shot out from his right paw. He stretched out his right paw like lightning and inserted it into the gaping scar.
Xiaobai then retracted his right paw, holding a small chip stained with blood on the palm of his paw. His left paw slapped Qian Bin's outstretched left hand away, and then raised the chip in front of Wan Lin.