I'm clearly a villain [Quick Transmigration]

Qi Mo didn't know that his actions had already made him famous in the eyes of many people. He returned to the tent with a quilt in his arms, and threw the quilt on the bed casually.

His current status couldn't be more ordinary, just a soldier conscripted by a peasant family, but this is also the most unusual point - which ordinary peasant family can cultivate such a character?

The border town was hot and the temperature was very high, but the young man's skin was still fair and delicate, not at all rough like the soldier next to him.

In addition to his handsome appearance, young age, and a bit of indisputable beauty, he was molested by a soldier on the night he came to the barracks.

The border town is bitterly cold, there are not many recreational activities, and there are no women in the barracks, so a group of rough guys are naturally looking for fun on their own.

After serving in the army for one year, the sow is stuffed with Diao Chan, not to mention that Qi Mo has a face that is difficult to distinguish between male and female at a young age, even among women, he can be regarded as extremely outstanding.

At night, as the tents were fired, a group of veterans began to talk nonsense. Except for cigarettes and alcohol, the only topics among men were women.

The topic of hue started, and naturally it got farther and farther away.A group of rough men chatted and laughed loudly, and began to talk about who in the military camp looked like a woman, and how they were always moaning. As they talked, the topic came to Qi Mo.

"Don't talk about other places, here, there is also a little boy!" A soldier laughed loudly, so that Qi Mo, who was sleeping in the tent, could hear him clearly.

"Tsk tsk tsk, you didn't look at it, old Liu. The new coward here is even more beautiful than the oiran I've seen before... Hey, it's not a daughter of some family. Men's clothes come..."

"Fuck you!" That old Liu also laughed, he said: "How good-looking can a man be? Still a woman? Are you fucking crazy about girls!"

"Hey, I really didn't say that—" The man said: "That kid's skin is smooth and smooth, white and tender, I don't know where people can raise such a delicate skin, and his figure, that little boy waist……"

While laughing loudly, the man was gesticulating on himself, causing everyone outside to laugh out loud.

Seeing that the topic was becoming more and more unbearable, Qi Mo frowned, got up from the bed, opened the curtain and walked out.

He was only wearing a jacket, and his black hair was loose. Because of his young age, it was dark under the moonlight. For a moment, it was really hard to tell whether he was a man or a woman. As he opened the curtain in the camp, suddenly Become silent.

——Damn it, maybe this is really a little girl...

Old Liu was already a little dizzy in his head, he stared at Qi Mo blankly, his head kept moving with his movements, and moved to his brother who was still speaking yellow accent before.

His brother was still talking about how beautiful the "little girl" who "disguises as a man", how graceful and handsome she is, and how enjoyable it would be to hold her in his arms... and then he was beaten up.

That's right, got punched.

He was beaten without any resistance! !

In the eyes of a group of old men, it was a little boy dressed as a man, with a calm expression and cold eyes, wearing only a jacket, not even shoes, and grabbed the skirt of the old Youtiao who was the first to mention him and had a yellow accent, A punch smashed a porcelain solid in the eye socket!

Holy shit! !

Who the hell is so bold? !

Lao Liu couldn't turn his head around for a moment, he was dumbfounded, and just sat there in a daze, watching Qi Mo punch out without hesitation.

The others were as dumbfounded as he was.

Even the person who was beaten was stunned.

However, the group of people were stunned, but Qi Mo was still unambiguous, his eyes were cold, he kicked the man to the ground, and then he raised his fists and beat him up!

"I'm fucking your mom!!"

The man finally came to his senses after receiving the second punch. He cursed, but before he could resist, Qi Mo slapped him firmly on the stomach again.

Qi Mo stepped on that person, his eyes were still cold, his expression was still calm, and he didn't have any emotional fluctuations.Even looking at the man was like looking at a bug.

"To shut up."

Qi Mo exerted strength on his feet. He saw the little cold sweat on the soldier's forehead, then let go of his feet, opened the curtain and went back into the tent.

The others sat quietly in place, except for the sound of the old fried dough stick breathing in, beside the fire, it was unusually quiet for a while.

On the first night when Qi Mo came here, he established his prestige among a group of veterans - the old youtiao he beat up was a ruffian among ruffians, his hands and feet were not ordinary, he could almost It is said that he is the leader of a group of people, and he is a very troublesome old thorn.

On the second day, a group of people got up early and practiced first.

In the barracks, there is one drill every three days, and then I organize some activities by myself, and usually I have to farm.

This day happened to be the day of the drill, and a group of veterans took out the sandbags they had prepared and tied them with hemp ropes.This is the practice in the barracks. The current general trains his troops in this way. In addition to letting a group of elders run around with sandbags on their backs every morning, he also has a special instructor to practice long wooden warehouses and knives. surgery.

Qi Mo didn't prepare sandbags, he frowned slightly, and saw the gloating in the eyes of other veterans in a blink of an eye.

Compared with the modern army, the army in ancient times would only be stricter, even cruel. Qi Mo had no sandbags, so he couldn't escape the pain of flesh and blood.

He pursed his lips, glanced at the empty tent, turned to find a group of veterans' long wooden warehouses, bundled them into a pile, carried them on his back, and ran out with the flow of people.

Among a group of veterans carrying khaki-colored sandbags, Qi Mo, an outlier who is carrying a large bundle of long wooden barns, is particularly conspicuous. Out.

"Hey! That one over there, that's right, that's right, you boy, get the hell out of me!"

The centurion who supervised Qi Mo's group was a very strong man.The clothes on his body were obviously too small, revealing the bulging muscles on his body.

On the centurion's ferocious face, there was a scar from the left eye to the right side of the face, which made him even more ferocious, and the evil spirit on his body could be felt from a long distance away.

Qi Mo frowned, turned around and ran over. There was not a drop of sweat on his forehead, and his breathing was still steady, and he had already revealed a little bit of difference unintentionally.

The centurion frowned, and asked in a deep voice, "What's the matter with you? Where's the sandbag?"

Qi Mo said lightly: "No."

He just came here yesterday. Logically speaking, the veterans should be warned about these trivial matters, but yesterday the two didn't talk about it at all. He has a different relationship with the veterans in the camp. Not very good, so no one told him that he should prepare for this crop.

"No?" The centurion laughed angrily. He looked ferociously at the prickly head in front of him, took a sip, and said, "Yo, you are still a newcomer who just arrived yesterday? Who gave you such a thing?" Daring?"

Qi Mo was still expressionless, and his performance obviously angered the centurion, the centurion said coldly: "No, okay, I'll give it to you! You run for me until I say stop !"

The power of a centurion is neither too small nor too great, but it is still possible for such an irresponsible idiot like Qi Mo to spend a day teaching him a lesson or two.The centurion looked up for a while, called a veteran who was obviously moving slowly, asked someone to unload the sandbag, and then threw it directly into Qi Mo's arms and said coldly: "Run!"

Qi Mo's arms sank, but he turned around and started running without even frowning.

His speed was very fast, and he immediately surpassed most of the people and occupied the top position.

The centurion frowned, thinking to himself that this is really a fucking kid, he would definitely not be able to run for a day at this speed.

When Qi Mo ran past him again, the centurion whipped him directly, and shouted loudly: "Run slower!"

Qi Mo was staggered, the strength of this centurion is so damn strong, how could such a person be just a centurion?

Although he was muttering in his heart, Qi Mo still slowed down and continued to run while carrying a weight that was twice as heavy as that of ordinary soldiers. These punishments that are considered extremely difficult by ordinary people are extremely easy to him .

The veterans only need to run around the martial arts field for ten laps before they can rest. After they go to have breakfast, they should follow the instructor to practice long wooden warehouses.

However, the people in Qi Mo’s camp felt a little distressed at the moment—their long wooden warehouse was still carried on Qi Mo’s back. If the centurion professor saw this, it would be unlucky. If only there were a few of them.

Naturally, the centurion also saw the group of men who were hesitant to leave, he laughed, the scar on his face twitched ferociously, making him look even more ugly: "Get over here and put the things down for me! "

The one who screamed was obviously Qi Mo.

Qi Mo's face was still expressionless, without any sweat, and he seemed to be lifting weights lightly. He ran over, threw all his things on the ground, and was whipped again by the centurion.

Snapped!

This time it was thrown on his body, and there was a crisp sound. Qi Mo just swayed, and then stood firm again.

"Good boy, I can't tell, is he still a Lianjiazi?"

The centurion kicked a bundle of long wooden barns aside, and then began to look at Qi Mo. He shook the whip in his hand and showed a ferocious smile, "Okay, don't run away, go with me first." trip!"