The windmill is turning, the wheels are rolling...

The city walls of the Gray Clothes Army's garrison are getting taller, and some things like watchtowers, city defense equipment bases and other things have appeared one after another. If the city before seemed to be a giant beast, then the current project is to put hair on the clean guy... If this step is completed, then the next step is to build levels at the surrounding passes and finally connect them together to form an external defense circle. Well, this can be called installing claws on the giant beast.

Tang En's life has been very regular and leisurely recently, and there are two main things. In the morning, he took David and the others to train the elite soldiers, and in the afternoon he took David and the others to receive Zofan training. Well, this behavior, from a professional perspective, is called attacking and suffering. Cough cough...

Let’s start with the soldiers. When they gathered the next day, there were not a small number of people. Even the young people who said they wanted to quit and were later beaten up by Tang En came.

To be honest, Tang En won’t train them for too long, and it will only last a few months at most. It’s hard to say what kind of effect they can achieve. But because of this, the training has entered a high-intensity rhythm from the beginning.

Every morning, Tyton and the others must first train in the gray space, cross-country with heavy loads, diving in ice water, climbing with bare hands... Davids and others have been used to it, so they are very comfortable to do it. Even the little Carol who joined the training again later also passed by easily. But Tyton and the others are different. When did they experience such purgatory-like tests? So the week of adaptation is better than death.

And they are always accompanied by endless ridicule and insults, as well as the pain and shame of being easily defeated in battle with the Gray Space. Even so, they can't accept it! Because the members of the Gray Space are better than what they want in training, whether in terms of training intensity or anything else. Especially a soldier raised a challenge in anger. As a result, he was knocked down by the little Carol holding a sickle... It's a shame, a shame that I can't bear to look at!

However, no matter how hard they were, none of the soldiers quit, and they gritted their teeth and worked hard. Even in the afternoon without supervision, they were still training wildly. The reason for this is that they can feel their own progress now. This progress is not only in strength, but also in the flexible tactics of daily battles. It has to be said that they are subtly infected by the obscene thinking of the gray space.

Of course, in addition to this, there is another more important reason. They are not the only way to be able to abuse the gray space that is not something when they are in the training. Even if the other party is still five people, it is a proud achievement.

Yes, their current target is five people. Although it seems to be very unambitious and sounds even weaker. But after real contact, they have to admit in their hearts that the gray space does have the capital of arrogance. The gap is not because you don’t want to recognize it. Not to mention anything else, the training intensity is not comparable to any army.

As for their resentment towards Tang En, they had completely given up. This was simply a pervert... They secretly suspected that if they were placed on the same battlefield with Tang En, it would take less than ten minutes. Those who came out must be clapping their hands and looking calm.

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As for Zofan's training, it looks much more peaceful and relaxed, at least like this, he and Tang En. Every time he comes, Zofan just sets up light golden gauze and sits aside to carve the statue. It can be seen that he is in a good mood recently and almost answers questions about some of the fighting questions raised by Tang En.

However, David and the others didn't think so. Although they did not consume physical strength, they were suffering from inhuman torture in their bodies almost every moment. The feeling of needle pricking was fine, the key was that Zofan only paid attention to the training of explosive power. After the light golden gauze was shaken open, the next step was to train three explosive power and five explosive power...

Of course, things like Dou Qi are not endless, they will be exhausted after use. But now, in order to resist the increasingly painful needle-punching effect, they have to squeeze Dou Qi out of their bodies again and again, then accumulate, and finally explode. Then they squeeze...

That feeling was like a big hand appeared in the body, holding their flesh and blood, as if grasping soft aquatic plants. Pinched tightly, drops of the fighting spirit flowed down. After exerting force, it was drops of another... But the key was that the internal organs were not water plants. Every time I searched, my body was full of all kinds of uproars, and I wanted to vomit...

However, although the process was painful, the effect was also significant. On the third day, David roared and shook the light golden gauze, and his strength also successfully jumped from the primary level to the intermediate level. David's breakthrough seemed to stimulate others. In the next few days, the excitement roars caused by the breakthrough of Dou Qi kept ringing.

Tang En was ecstatic when he saw this. The members of the gray space had reached a certain level in fighting skills. Now with stronger fighting spirit assistance, they would naturally be like a tiger in fighting.

At the same time, he was also thinking about it. He had only been upgraded to one level in just a few days, and then waited for a few months...hahaha!

However, Tang En's excitement did not last long, and he was poured into cold water by Zofan's head. The reason why David and his men could break through so quickly was because they had reached the critical point. Zofan's explosive secret skills training was just to advance this time. However, despite denying this idea of ​​rapid upgrading, Zofan also bluntly admitted that David and his team's cultivation speed should be a little faster than ordinary people, and the reason was naturally because of the devil's training outside the body.

Although he was beaten back to reality, Tang En was not much depressed because he also had the big killer weapon of Dou Qi circulation channel, which means that David and his friends would practice much faster. In this way, what else is there to be dissatisfied?

The city publicity plan at the station has also been launched, but this time Tang En did not follow Joshia around. She is now a leader, and she can make decisions. She does not need to charge in some specific matters. Besides, she is not the only one in charge of this plan. Joshia's main job is to establish secret institutions, and there is not much security problem.

Everything is unfolding in an orderly manner and advancing... In this continuous hill where no one pays attention, a rebel group called the Gray-Clothed Army is trying to extend their power as much as possible. It is like an octopus. Perhaps it is still small at present, but the attacking posture has been made...

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Well, let's temporarily remove the camera from the leisurely Tang En, crossing countless peaks, rivers and lakes...

North, north, all the way to the north...

The sky is dark, the wind and snow howl angrily, and snowflakes as big as palms rotate down, covering everything.

A steep slope with a slightly curved curve, a spotted mud land like a spotted dog. A body with still remaining warm lying on it, and the snow melts as soon as it falls. The armor is broken, the face is ferocious and stiff, and it freezes the actions of killing people or being killed during the lifetime.

Lift your eyes upwards and look down.

The black and gray city walls stand with holes and holes, and the steep peaks on both sides stretch out and there is nowhere... It is obvious that this is a level, a mountain level that is about to be captured.

The fierce battle on the wall was gradually coming to an end. The soldiers wearing Bran-style armor fought and retreated, and finally curled up in the corner of the city wall. The number was not large, and each of them was more or less injured. They shouted loudly and waved the curling weapons, with their faces covered with ambition.

The surroundings were looking for a gap to attack a group of people wearing simple animal skins and waving heavy swords, or they could be said to be savages! Their hair was disheveled, their blood-red eyes were blood-red, and their exposed knotted muscles were covered with crisscrossing scars... This title is well deserved.

Of course, they have a formal title among all the citizens of Bran, Barbarians, and Barbarians of the Northern Wilderness.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!" The bloodthirsty slogan. Every time the barbarians attacked without fear of death, they would pull out several soldiers from the battle circle and then kill them.

Blood sprinkled, some splashed on the barbarians' unkempt hair and beards, and more of them gathered into a trickle of streams and slid down the city wall. There were many barbarians in the northern wilderness, and they were all on and below the walls. It was obvious that these small groups of Bran defenders would undoubtedly die.

"Glory! Glory! Glory!"

The guardian of Bran's soldiers seemed to be the general defending the city. He raised his sword with his uninjured left hand and shouted at the top of his lungs. The soldiers around him immediately cheered up, waved their weapons, and howled: "Glory is my life, sacrifice is eternal life!"

It was as if it came out of the fault of the cracked Gobi Desert, and its voice was hoarse and firm. Although it was only a few dozen people, it roared out a majestic and tragic meaning, shaking the sky.

Then a broken flag on the edge was raised, and the flag that looked like a tiger or a lion roared in the wind and snow, penetrated into the dark sky.

"Oh, it turns out to be the Thunder Legion."

Under the hillside, an old man sitting upright on the back of a horse, with frosty temples and wearing big leaves and dragon scales armor stroked his beard and said, his tone was very plain, just like when he saw the dishes served during a meal, oh, it turned out to be xx dishes...

Just then, three extremely long horns sounded.

The barbarian on the wall attacked and then roared unwillingly and retreated.

The old man at the foot of the mountain frowned and turned to look to the right side of the city wall. There was a metal pipe with a fixed base that was turning around, and then slowly fell to the height and pointed directly at the flag.

"Wow!" The barbarians on the city wall kept raising their weapons and howled at the sky excitedly, as if they were looking forward to the next scene.

"Thunder Hammer..." the old man murmured.

boom

The air waves rolled and stone bricks flew across. A corner of the city wall was directly collapsed, and the snowflakes that were falling sharply were also rolled aside at this moment.

At the same time, the flying flags and the soldiers below were naturally cleaned up without any trace.

The cheers were even louder...

The old man's face looked a little ugly, and his hand holding the reins tightened. He then narrowed his eyes and returned to his calmness.

"Marson, it should be made by Tiwu." A middle-aged man in armor stepped forward and whispered.

The old man snorted coldly: "I know, hum! Others don't have the courage to do this."

Thor's Hammer is available in every level town with a dangerous terrain, which is common. However, the blasting crystal inside is rare. This thing is too easy to be destroyed, and even if it occupies a city, it is difficult to get a few pieces.

The Thunder Hammer just now was obviously occupied because it was not too late to use it, so there was a blasting crystal inside. This important military equipment is now used to bombard a group of remaining soldiers, which naturally angered the old man as a marshal. However, this Tiwu also seems to be a person with a sensitive identity, and the old man has no final intention.

"Forget it, go in!" The old man waved his hand, "Continue to advance, and win three predetermined levels today."

"Yes!" The middle-aged officer bowed and turned his horse's head to issue an order.

The old man exhaled and looked into the northwest: "Ziyi, I'm here again! This time, you can't stop it..."

The sigh didn't come far away, and it was flooded by the howling wind and snow. At the same time, it was gradually submerged, and the already cold corpses on the ground...
Chapter completed!