As night fell, the stars and the moon dimmed, a few piles of flames burned in a clearing.
In the evening, the recovered remains of the soldiers needed to be burned and cremated. Several days had passed and this had to be done.
In the open space, a group of training soldiers stood around several wooden fires, silent. The firelight shone on the sad faces of many training soldiers, and from time to time, some people could be heard crying.
Staring at these fires, the dancing flames seemed to burn in Ren's eyes.
Connie squatted on the ground, crying. He had always been optimistic. He was in a bad mood these days. Ren knew that this silly and innocent boy who was less than 1.6 meters tall was actually a very emotional person. Compared to Kang Ni, Yes, he felt a little insensitive.
Ren looked at Jean, who was clenching his fists and shaking: "Have you decided to join the Survey Corps?!"
Holding a small piece of splattered bone, Rang punched the air hard and said in a sad tone: "Yes, just like you, I am also prepared to die. I don't want to disappoint the guy who only has ashes left. "
Ren was surprised to hear that Marco Bote had died not long ago. He didn't know this person originally, but after three years of getting along with him, he had a deep impression of Marco.
He couldn't believe that such a smart and capable guy actually received the lunch box. In his opinion, even if Rang Bao died, Marco could still live well.
Although to many people, Renn has the image of a reckless man, but perhaps thanks to nine years of compulsory education, Renn's theoretical class scores have always been very good, and sometimes he has a great imagination, and he can really be stable all the time. There were only two people firmly in front of him, A Ming and Marco.
Unlike Amin, Marco's level of operation of the three-dimensional maneuvering device was not low. He died very strangely. The three-dimensional maneuvering device on his body was gone. Unfortunately, there was too little information and nothing could be analyzed for the time being.
"I think if Marco were alive, he would also go to the Survey Corps!" Renn unscrewed the cap of the wine bottle in his hand.
"Huh? How do you know that he has always dreamed of sacrificing his body for the king." Jean's expression was uncertain, and he didn't know what he was thinking.
When Marco came to train the corps, he dreamed of dedicating himself to the king and believed that working beside the king was the most glorious, so he aimed to become a military policeman.
Ren reached out and handed the wine to Jean: "He is a sensible person and knows where he is needed. If he had known what the Military Police Corps was like, he would not have thought that way."
Surprised, he took the bottle from Ren's hand. He didn't know where he got it from. Ren didn't think much, raised his head, picked up the bottle and took a sip for himself. He stretched out his hand to wipe the corner of his mouth: "Ahem, that's right. You seem to know the Military Police Regiment very well."
"I didn't dare to say it before, but now I understand it quite well."
"Oh? Tell me, after all, it was my dream, although I don't plan to go now."
Ren was slightly surprised. He looked around and found that Connie, Sasha, Ani, Reiner, Amin, Mikasa and others were also looking at him and Jean.
Smiling, Ren said: "As for the Military Police Regiment, you may not believe it. Generally speaking, the longer you join the Military Police Regiment, the worse you are at using the three-dimensional maneuvering device. However, the people in the Military Police Regiment don't use it a few times, so it doesn't matter. .”
After a pause in his tone, Ren showed a sarcastic smile: "The treatment in the Military Police Regiment is still very good. Remember to be obedient when you first went there and help the seniors with more work.
Don't meddle in other people's business, and don't have a strong sense of justice. Just turn a blind eye to many things. Seniors can get some benefits and try it together. If you don’t want to go, don’t stop it!
After a few years, some new recruits will come, and you will become a senior. When the time comes, the work will be handed over to the new recruits, and you can play cards, drink, and enjoy life every day.
Okay, that’s about it. "
Everyone was stunned and didn't know what to say.
Rang Bao was a little confused. This was a little different from what he thought. He was not stupid, so he could naturally hear the meaning. Before he could ask anything, a cold voice came:
"How do you know so clearly?"
Following the voice, Ren turned his head and saw the ice beauty Ani standing nearby, looking insignificant.
He spread his hands and said, "It was said by a military policeman who spent ten years realizing that he was a scumbag.
This is not a secret, if you go to the Gendarmerie Regiment, you will know it soon. "
Everyone was silent for a while after hearing this. Although Renn's words were not too direct, as long as they were not too stupid to understand, Jean and Ani could naturally tell how corrupt the Military Police Corps was.
Ren looked at everyone and said seriously: "I don't want to say anything more, I will join the Survey Corps, but I won't advise you to go too!
On the contrary, I want to tell you that your life is yours! You also choose your own path! Consider it carefully. "
He stepped forward directly and walked to the blond girl Ani on the side: "Hey, I'm talking about you. Remember to stay out of other people's business when you go to the Military Police Regiment."
Ani was very determined to go to the Military Police Regiment and had no intention of changing his goal. To be honest, Renn didn't quite understand why. In his opinion, the other party didn't really yearn for life in the mainland.
Ani looked at Ren with an expressionless face: "Do you think I am the kind of person with a strong sense of justice?"
Ren shrugged and chuckled: "I don't think so, I'm just reminding you.
Don’t you just look at that kind of hot-blooded fool in a different light? For example, Allen. "
"For example, you."
"Maybe you could say that before, but now, my blood is a little cold."
Staring at the calm Ani, Ren was a little curious: "You know what? I don't think you like the Military Police, and I don't think you have much desire to live in the mainland."
Reaching out to smooth her bangs, Ani smiled and said, "People like you won't understand the feelings of a weak woman."
"Haha, you'd better say this to Allen, who was almost thrown to death by you, and ask him if he believes it?"
"I can't beat you anyway."
In terms of pure fighting skills, Renn is no better than Arnie. The reason why he was able to defeat the opponent in several subsequent battles in the fighting class was because of his inhuman physical fitness.
If he had added divine fighting spirit, he would be able to smash other people's heads in, literally.
Ren shook his head. He knew that Arnie was actually a little unconvinced. After all, he used force to suppress others: "Anyway, I wish you good luck!"
"goodbye!"
Ani didn't speak anymore, watching Ren leave, his eyes flashing, it was not far from the time to take action, and maybe there would be no chance to communicate in the future.
She knew that Ren's idiot would definitely go to the Survey Corps, but the other party was very dangerous, so she couldn't show mercy.
"Feel sorry."
The girl murmured softly.
Renn was also thinking about the investigation outside the wall at this time. The battle with the female giant or the wisdom giant was very dangerous. If he really received a heavy punch, he might be killed directly.
Attack on Titan can lift a large stone as high as his neck. The strength can be imagined. Although the female giant is stronger than the attack on Titan, she is not much weaker. The sacred fighting energy flows to the layer on the body surface. Membrane, there is a high probability that it will not be able to withstand it. Even if it can withstand it, half of its life will be lost.
Renn took off the bandage on his left palm. He stabbed himself during Allen's trial in the morning, so he naturally needed to bandage it.
Looking at the scabbed wound, Renn wiped off the scab with his right hand, revealing the white and tender skin underneath. Renn's face looked uncertain under the firelight.
In less than 8 hours, the wound that almost pierced my palm was completely healed, with almost no scars!
He didn't know what happened. Knights did recover faster than normal people after being injured, but it couldn't be such an exaggeration.
As for the Ackerman bloodline, it seems that it does not have the ability to heal itself. Otherwise, Mikasa would not have a scar on her face in the original situation.
Obviously, Renne, who was full of second-rate ideas at the time, did not take a good theoretical class at the Knight Academy.
According to my research, there is nothing "sacred" about Holy Fighting, it's just a prefix imposed by the church. And the name of fighting spirit is too hasty. Knights use it to fight, but it does not mean that it is fighting spirit. I personally call it the breath of life. According to research on the remains of some knights who died in battle or died of old age, the bone density, muscle strength, and physical toughness of the knights are much higher than that of ordinary people. As for the living knights, their strength, speed, reflexes, resistance to blows, and even their sense of smell have been improved to varying degrees. Some knights have also gained night vision! The most interesting thing is that the Kling knights from the extremely cold land in the north have returned to their ancestors. To be precise, their cold resistance has also improved. There is no doubt that there is some truth in the church saying that the power "given by God" is "omnipotent". The energy of life releases the potential of the human body and taps out the power in the blood. As long as those who have been "baptized" by the Sacred Crystal Pool, Even if you don't practice breathing techniques, you will become stronger very slowly. This kind of enhancement is very comprehensive, and may even involve ethereal souls. ——Hadri Vargas, Vice President of Royal Knights College
