She walked step by step, step by step away from the front line of the rain of bullets.

Chinese troops passed by her in a hurry. Facing such a strange soldier, especially such a strange female soldier, everyone looked at her side, and even unconsciously made a way for her.

The smoke on the battlefield had covered the color of her original skin. Too many weapons and ammunition covered her proud figure that made all men's heartbeat faster. Excessive fatigue had made her lose the heroic appearance that was originally shiny, but everyone smelled the blood that was so heavy that it could hardly be dissolved, and felt the tragic murderous aura that only veterans who had really rolled in the pile of corpses would have. Whether it was an officer or an ordinary soldier, the eyes that looked at her were filled with two words... Respect!

Without being interrogated or obstructed, she walked to the temporary barracks of a unit. The two soldiers who were in charge of guarding saw her coming straight and were about to go up to interrogate, but they widened their eyes. They stood there like two statues of petrified magic, letting this woman with a full-frame armed man with too tragic murderous aura walk through them and step by step into their temporary barracks.

After a long time, one of the two sentries woke up as if he was dreaming. The most strictly trained soldier reached out to cover his mouth and suddenly let out an incredible scream: "Oh my God, it's Malan!"

Not only these two sentries, but all the soldiers standing outside the temporary barracks were shocked.

After receiving the report from his subordinates, Battalion Commander Qiu Qilou, who had left the battalion combat meeting and hurried out with all the backbone officers of the battalion, was also shocked when he looked at Ma Lan, who had not seen him for two months.

"Report, Ma Lan, the company commander of the 1st Company of the Special Service Battalion of the Teaching Brigade, requesting to return to the team!"

Qiu Qilou really didn't know what kind of mood he was in, and responded to Malan's military salute. He didn't know when he subconsciously reached out and took the samurai sword that Malan brought to him.

As soon as the samurai sword was unsheathed, it brought out a cold murderous aura. When Qiu Qilou finally saw a line of small characters engraved on the saber and truly understood the meaning of these words, Qiu Qilou's pupils suddenly shrank: "The Emperor's Imperial Gift?!"

Looking at the samurai sword in his hand that absolutely has extraordinary origins and the master should have extraordinary status, Qiu Qilou's brain finally began to work. He suddenly looked up and said in a lost voice: "This is the sword of the commander of the Japanese Marine Corps!"

"I remember on the first day after entering the military camp, battalion commander, you told me that the Central Training Corps Special Battalion is the real veteran! I have never participated in the battle, have not killed at least five enemies, and have never experienced the feeling of stabbing a dagger into the enemy's body with my own hands. No matter how many training I have received or how many medals I have received, they are just a group of new recruits whose stinky smell has not been washed away! In the end, they have to get out of the Central Training Corps Special Battalion honestly!"

Malan's legs were clearly weak, and Qiu Qilou, who was standing in front of her, seemed to have merged into the barracks behind her and became increasingly ethereal, but Malan still stood firmly straightened her body. The smoke hit her throat, her voice sounded dry and astringent, but with an indescribable pride, "From the training camp, I heard the news that the war was about to break out at the station. I came to Shanghai the next day after turning the car. In two months, I experienced 97 battles of all sizes and sizes. Now even myself can't remember how many enemies I killed!"

Malan raised the light machine gun for the 91st squad in her hand, and a sound of gasping air sounded around. On the butt of the machine gun commonly known as "王子", Malan used a bayonet to draw the characters "子" on it. According to the practice of these soldiers, every time an enemy was eliminated, a deep stroke could be carved on the weapon he used. Each character "子" represents five Japanese soldiers on the battlefield who have been strictly fired and fought, and under the stimulation of the spirit of "Bushido" and the characters "子" have filled the butt of the light machine gun!

Qiu Qilou knew that Malan was not lying. Only veterans who had experienced many battles could have the murderous aura that made people feel their heartbeat faster before they got close. Only veterans who had experienced many battles could have the blood-red but dull eyes like Malan that had almost no emotional fluctuations.

Soldiers with such eyes have already learned to look at the enemy, their comrades and even their own life and death on the battlefield. In their hearts, death may be like a silkworm pupa that finally transforms into a butterfly, beautiful and brilliant.

Qiu Qilou could not imagine how he seized weapons from the Japanese army with barefoot battles after two months of fierce fighting, and the enemy and us had successively invested in the battlefield of millions of troops. Malan alone and had no weapons. How did he seize weapons from the Japanese army with bare hands, and how he kept fighting and escaped again and again.

At this time, Malan felt that she seemed to be standing on a rotating wooden horse, and she felt dizzy in her head. The land that should have been hard under her feet was like a pile of cotton, which was soft on it, making her have to use all her strength to barely maintain her body balance.

Malan knew that she had spent too much physical strength, and now she finally walked back to the barracks, found her own troops, and found her trustworthy comrades and partners. In the inevitable relaxation of her spirit, she would dizzy at any time. But Malan still desperately widened her eyes that had lost their focus and asked with a neighing voice: "Bail Commander, tell me, am I a veteran now? Battalion Commander, tell me, am I qualified to participate in this war with you? Battalion Commander, tell me, can I go out with dignity and tell others in the greatest voice that I am a soldier in the secret service camp directly under the Central Training Corps, and I no longer have to worry about embarrassing our troops because I am a woman?!"

Xie Yuquan, the deputy battalion commander standing beside Qiu Qilou, looked at the samurai sword with a smug atmosphere in Qiu Qilou, looked at the 91 light machine gun in Malan's hand with the most honorable medal of a soldier, and then looked at Malan who gritted his teeth and inserted his body firmly on the ground like a steel nail. This man, who is famous for his bravery and fighting skills, finally couldn't help but whisper: "This girl is even more cruel than me!"

Qiu Qilou sucked gently. At this time, what reason did he have to refuse a war-proven soldier to participate in this war to defend his country? Under everyone's gaze, Qiu Qilou finally slowly raised his right hand, and gave a military salute to Malan seriously, and said in a deep voice: "Malan, the company commander of the First Company of the Special Service Battalion, return to the team immediately!"

"Bang!"

As soon as Qiu Qilou finished speaking, Malan fell head-on on the hard land of the temporary military camp. Looking at the winning smile that was slowly blooming even if she fainted, Qiu Qilou was really stunned. Putting aside his gender, he didn't know when he slowly cared for Malan, and Qiu Qilou must admit that Malan is an excellent soldier with enough strength to make anyone admire her... an excellent soldier!
Chapter completed!