The strongest talent

Yuan Qing did not wash the monitor's feet.

In his life, he had only poured foot-washing water for one person, and that was the kind old man in a wheelchair who was the director of the public orphanage at the Jian Survival Base. At that time, the sensible children in the orphanage rushed to pour him water. They showed respect and love from the bottom of their hearts, and they were eager to be the first. It was a pride that the children could show off.

The not-too-old senior private in front of me, sorry, regardless of strength or character...he is not worthy!

"Don't pour water?" The squad leader of the first class soldier walked a few steps towards the tent. He didn't hear any movement behind him. He slowly turned around and walked back. He looked at Yuan Qing for a second and raised his straight, thick black brows slightly: "Yuan Qing is Well, I've heard of your name. Are you a fourth-level spiritual warrior or a fifth-level spiritual warrior? You're awesome! I only knew you were a thorn in the past, but I didn't expect you to be so thorny..."

As he spoke, he flew up with his right foot and kicked the footbath over. The footbath was sprinkled on the sand and penetrated quickly; some water splashed on Yuan Qing's body, and it had not even touched the combat uniform. Exploded into water molecules invisible to the naked eye by subtle thunder and lightning - this is the battle suit worn by King Yingwu, and it is Uncle Li's emotional sustenance. It must not be soiled by this superior soldier!

"...I'm telling you!" The squad leader kicked over the footbath, his voice suddenly rose, and his face was cold: "Yuan Qing, no matter how awesome you are, you have to obey orders when you get here; you won't pour out the footbath, right? Go and clean all the transport trucks. One of them is not clean, so don’t even think about sleeping tonight!"

During this time, the soldiers of the second class who were queuing up to receive water had already noticed Yuan Qing's arrival. There were nine of them in total, and they all looked over, either gloating, whispering, or watching indifferently. A few young soldiers simply laughed. made a sound.

Offending Squad Leader Mao, this guy doesn’t want to mess around anymore. There’s a lot of wind and sand now. How can we clean five large transport trucks? Those are heavy-duty transport trucks, each of which is more than forty meters long and eight meters high. Each truck has 64 large, explosion-proof tires. Regardless of whether they can be cleaned or not, this kid won't be able to sleep tonight.

Yuan Qing didn't pay attention to the soldiers' gazes and comments, let alone anger. He saluted Squad Leader Mao again, then turned and walked towards the transport truck parking area.

"You think you have some strength and you are acting wild here?" Squad Leader Mao watched Yuan Qing go away and spat on the sand with a "poof" sound: "He should be like a Jiang Hu in a martial arts novel. He respects martial arts. ?This is the army!”

Soon, the soldiers of the second squad had finished washing and placed the washing utensils neatly, and returned to the tent; on the neat beds, their beddings were folded neatly, like tofu cut by a knife. The pieces were almost identical in size; the nine soldiers sat on their respective beds, all looking at Squad Leader Mao’s face.

The deputy squad leader "Zou Yilong" ate a pack of compressed biscuits, chewed a few mouthfuls in his mouth, and said in a low voice: "Brother Mao, I heard that this kid killed a soldier of the Special Reconnaissance Company. This is a serious crime and he will be sent to the military." The court, maybe..."

Zou Yilong made a pistol-firing motion against his temple, making a "pop" sound in his mouth, and then asked doubtfully: "Brother Mao, why was he not arrested and can he still join our class as a soldier?"

"I'm not very well informed." The monitor, "Mao Qiaowei," lay on his back on the quilt, slowly shook his head, and said in a deep voice, "I heard that there was a great person behind him, and he probably suppressed this matter."

The eyes of the nine warriors met, and their faces were full of anger. Several young warriors' eyes were red - what they usually hate the most are those with connections, they are incompetent, and there are people behind them! Although the army is now under strict control, many special circumstances cannot be ruled out. Promotion is faster than riding a rocket. In their view, this is a serious violation of regulations and disciplines, and even illegal!

"Niang Xipi!" A lean young soldier punched the "tofu" on his bed and cursed: "What the hell, we are soldiers fighting and working hard on the battlefield, but there are people behind the scenes who are ignoring us. According to the laws and regulations of the country, do evil! Our comrade from the Special Reconnaissance Company died in vain?! He must pay for it with his life!"

The other soldiers were filled with righteous indignation and shouted angrily: "Yes, he has to go to court-martial and must pay with his life!"

"Okay." Mao Qiaowei sat up from the bed, waved his hands and said: "We don't understand this matter. I guess the big man behind Yuan Qing is not simple. It is also possible that this matter itself is not simple; it is not mentioned above. What, don’t talk nonsense, I know what to do.”

Deputy squad leader Zou Yilong thought for a while and lowered his voice: "Brother Mao, that guy can kill comrades from the Special Reconnaissance Company. He is not weak. He came over just now to report, and I couldn't even figure out his aura. He is much more powerful than all of us." . Come to our class now, what if you don’t obey the instructions? Just now you asked him to pour water for washing his feet, but he didn’t go!"

"The foot-washing water was not poured out. This is a private matter. I asked him to wash the car. Didn't he go obediently?" Mao Qiaowei smiled coldly: "Deputy Staff Liu told me personally that if Yuan Qing does not obey the command during the execution of the mission, We don’t need to conflict with him, don’t talk nonsense, report it directly to the Military Disciplinary Office, the entire responsibility lies with him, and all military regulations will be followed!”

The soldiers were a little relieved now, whispering about the sacrifice of their comrades from the Special Reconnaissance Company, and spread out the quilts to lie down. Among them, the lean young soldier put on his slippers, quietly opened the crack of the tent door, and walked towards the alloy transport truck parked in the distance. The area took a look, then returned to the bed, waving in a circle: "That prickly head is quite serious, it's being washed."

"Stop looking." Mao Qiaowei turned over in bed, found the most comfortable position, and closed his eyes: "Sleep. Tomorrow we have to go to the 'Amul Base' to transport ammunition. Rest quickly and recuperate. At six in the morning Click to go.”

In the tent, all the soldiers fell asleep quickly, and heavy snores could be heard.

At this time, Yuan Qing was holding a high-pressure water gun and carefully cleaning the heavy alloy transport truck; the impact of the water gun was very strong, and the water sprayed out of the muzzle in the shape of water mist, washing the tires, shed covers, body...all Rinse carefully, leaving no dead spots.

It's just... this station is only temporary. The troops have only been here for two days, and there is no warehouse built for the transport vehicles. As soon as it was cleaned, wind and sand immediately fell, making the transport vehicles dirty again.

"Yuan Qing." Deep in his mind, Zhinao was a little angry: "You can bear this kind of anger? This is not like you! That Mao Qiaowei is deliberately trying to punish you. Liu Chuansheng gave him an order specifically to target you!"

Yuan Qing smiled slightly.

The parking place of the transport truck was only more than a hundred meters away from the tent. At such a close distance... Yuan Qing could clearly hear the conversation in the tent just now. They want to clean it up, but they don't know that washing the transport truck is also a kind of practice. It can cultivate the mind and nature, and make the heart more peaceful, which is good for practicing combat skills and tactics.

Now at the early stage of the fifth level, the origin of spiritual energy in the heart's sea of ​​life has been extremely stable and is growing vigorously. It is moving towards the middle stage of the fifth level, and its vitality is very strong. Not to mention not sleeping all night, even if you don't sleep for seven or eight days, it's no problem. Mental fatigue can be recovered quickly by just meditating.

The most important thing is that the high-pressure water gun sprays water mist. The shape of the mist seems to be somewhat similar to the "Sparking Fire Sword". It is spray-like, radial, and covers a wider range. This gave Yuan Qing a lot of inspiration - The Sparking Sky Sword is a pure straight-line attack, but it does not have to be in a straight line. It can also be radial. When encountering large-scale low-level mutant beasts, it can cause greater damage!

Hee hee hee hee hee hee...

The high-pressure water gun continued to spray. Yuan Qing held the water gun in his left hand and gestured slowly with his right hand, condensing the sparking sword energy and trying repeatedly to perform the technique.

One hour, two hours, three hours...

Yuan Qing was always in high spirits until the eastern sky turned slightly white. At this time, the desert wind that lasted all night had gradually stopped, and the entire place that could be washed by five heavy-duty transport trucks was washed away. The whole place was brand new and almost spotless; In the palm of his right hand, there was a flicker of light, like a hidden mist of radiating water, containing Yuan Qing's will, spirit, and body - this is a new change of the Sparking Sky Sword, Sparkling Prairie Fire!

At half past five in the morning, the soldiers of the second squad got up on time, washed up quickly, had breakfast, and then were fully armed, either carrying swords on their backs, holding B-level psychic submachine guns, or using second-level weapons uniformly equipped by the Huashan Tactical Force. The beast crystal arm guards gathered at the entrance of the tent, counted, and finally came to the front of the transport truck.

Yuan Qing doesn't need to wash up, the dust on his body will be cleaned naturally by the psychic impact. He has already eaten combat rations - actually it is okay not to eat, but eating breakfast is a habit developed over many years. Otherwise, there will only be life energy in the stomach without food, and he will always feel that there is something missing.

"It took just one night to wash the transport truck into something like this?!" Squad leader Mao Qiaowei wore a beast crystal arm guard and looked at the brand new heavy transport truck. He was secretly surprised, but he was not polite and shouted in a low voice. : "Has the engine been flushed? Are there any supplies in the car? Has the built-in air conditioner been checked? If something goes wrong on the road, I'm going to ask you!"

"Zheng Shaojun", a lean young soldier with an alloy sword on his back and a sneer on his face, stepped out of the queue and casually opened the hood of a transport truck. He just glanced at it and his face froze slightly, with a sneer on his face. Disappeared, replaced by deep surprise, even some disbelief.

Under the hood, vehicle engines, energy transmission pipes, air conditioner exhaust, compressors...all are cleaned cleanly, without a drop of water - Yuan Qing knows where to get water, using water mist, water flow, and high-pressure jets alternately. , every car is cleaned according to the most standard method, and there is no fault at all!

"Cleaning the vehicle is a basic job. Everyone here can do it faster and better than you." Mao Qiaowei was even more surprised, but he snorted coldly and shouted again: "Get in the car, today's target location is Amule Base , the journey is 660 kilometers and we must arrive before dark.”

It seemed that it had been arranged long ago. Deputy squad leader Zou Yilong came over and pointed at the heavy transport truck with the last number XY-HQ22-250 in the fleet, with a look of indifference on his face: "You get on this car and cut off the rear of the fleet. If the vehicle If there is any mistake in the supplies, I will ask you!"

Yuan Qing stood at attention and saluted, with a serious look on his face, and then boarded the transport vehicle with two young soldiers with sullen expressions. The convoy passed through many sentries and headed towards the Amule base in the northeast.