Chapter 7 Chief's Skills [1]

The bloodline left from the ancient battlefield can always establish such great achievements. Even if it is just noisy among a group of dwarfs, it must be the kind of outstanding one. Whether it's gods or demons, after all, it's just a game on a land that makes people have some hope. No one can leave this continent, so the river flowing on it is full of bloody smell. Even the black soil in the mountains and rivers is just an ancient rotten, which makes people think that the disgusting dust floats into the lungs, so what? After all, this is just a scene.

How great it is to be able to see through all this.

Ma Hu has come to this point. I don't know if he is still on the right path. There is no rigorous and realistic army, no dogmatic and rigid officers, no sworn patriotism, let alone ruthless struggle on the line of fire. The killing pleasure brought by cold weapons is not so much an ordeal. Thinking in another way is not an affirmation of yourself. Maybe he is also the bloodthirsty demon?

I don't know.

But looking at the vicissitudes of life reflected on the blade, the rough face like a tree bark can't find even a little youth at all. He is like a bearded uncle, decadent, calm and occasionally refracted, and quickly disappears cleanly.

It seems that on the surface, this is a poor worm without any ambition, but who can be sure that everyone's behavior is right?

"Kaya!"

As the captain of the third heavy infantry team of the Black Tiger Mercenary Regiment, this tauroll, who is two meters tall, looks a little dull. He doesn't have countless nonsense to scold like the boss-level figure Norton. Most of the time, he does whatever he says. He is definitely a super invincible and loyal hitter, and the ace gold medal hitter is a scum in front of him.

It's just a crisp sound of footsteps. At this time, the man who acted as the captain of Boss Ma's escort took an indifferent step forward with his eyes, made a military salute, hit his fist vigorously on his chest, and then whispered like angrily, saying, "Yes!"

"Taltu! Bring it to me!"

Boss Ma didn't seem to know what was special about Tartu in the eyes of the tareans, and Kaya didn't seem to know it. The captain has always been so calm. Looking back on Boss Ma's family history, this kind of character was just a little actor at the beginning. Low-key, dull, and nothing shiny, but it is such a person who is gradually recognized by a large number of people in the end. Whether it's a boss or a classmate, this kind of best comrade-in-arms is extremely reliable and trustworthy at any time. Compared with those young people who feel insecure, it is really a valuable quality.

"Recomm on the order! Absolutely guaranteed to complete the task!"

Kaya's figure is not outstanding among tauren people, but the self-confidence that broke out at this moment, and his eyes are like the ambition of a belligerent general who is eager for war, which makes people can't help but admire: mighty!

Wearing armor, Kaya walked out of the barracks tent, with the tomahawk on his back, and on the handle of the knife at his waist, a right hand wearing cowhide gloves was tightly held upside down. The power of the powerful palms burst out, making a group of tauren in front of them feel a mountain of momentum.

Unlike Norton and Sahili's surging, this kind of killing atmosphere is part of the fierce murderous spirit of the two armies on the battlefield.

It can be said that the taciturn Kaya is very suitable for war. For Kaya, it is just like a fish can't live without water. It is full of countless thrills and adventures, thrilling, and more of that kind of unbridled roar.

Roar from hell.

"Collection of the three major teams of heavy infantry--"

The toughness of this taurman warrior is vividly reflected from this roar alone, and it has finally produced a strong momentum. A group of soldiers recovered their vitality one by one from the scattered rest, and many rigorous people immediately rushed over.

The whole three teams are extremely rigid and dogmatic, giving people a suffocating strictness. It feels like a thousand-year-old strong military heritage, which is full of the whole army. This group of boring animals have found a strange group within themselves, a team of three heavy infantry, just a gathering of five hundred people, showing noble military qualities such as ability, speed, rigor, etc., which most generals can't do, and Kaya, who was originally just a blacksmith. The leader did it.

So, some people are not born to be in a daze in a certain place, but should go to another place where value can be realized, such as... battlefield!

"Let's start the call! The squadron leader is out!" Kaya's voice made the soldiers around him look around as if they were watching the bustle, but they didn't go forward. They just looked from afar and didn't look closer.

"Polmenka!"

"To!"

"Asheli Joya!"

"To!"

"Jimikano!"

"Yes!"

......

The name of this sound is like a bead on the ground, hitting the smooth marble floor, crackling. This is just a call, but it gives many soldiers a faint sense of envy and inferiority in their hearts. The combat strength of this heavy infantry brigade has always been one of the best. Even if it is also a heavy infantry brigade, compared with the third brigade, it is simply heaven and earth.

"Damn... Everyone is obviously a heavy infantryman."

The unwilling team members whispered so loudly. The fists were tightly pinched, and their unwilling eyes filled their eyes. It was hard to imagine that the feeling of comparing with each other in the same army was so profound.

However, they will not stop their progress because the third team is behind the rest of the brigade. They are far from doing not enough, and they can be stronger. Just like Kaya, an unsmiling taur, he always likes to say a sentence in a roaring way.

"You are far from enough!"

Kaya didn't know how many times he roared like this, and the soldiers of the third brigade looked unwilling in the same eyes. They thought they had done enough, but it was not enough. It seems like Tiger. House's strong style, and Kaya carried out all this more thoroughly. Everyone is so paranoid about the pursuit of the strongest. They not only don't treat themselves as human beings, but also practice their comrades-in-arms as animals.

Becoming stronger is not getting stronger. Only a group of people become super strong at the same time is to become stronger!

"Tartu, we are the main attack. There are no war horses, only 20 bows and arrows, one sword, and cowhide armor. I hope you understand the importance of this action. At that time, the first brigade and the third tenth team will be the help of our left and right wings. How difficult the main task is, I don't want to say anything more. But, gentlemen, if you still think that you are a qualified warrior, then believe me, only by destroying any visible enemy in resistance will you win!"

Kaya clenched her fist and suddenly creaked, her eyes shrank slightly, and she roared, "The third brigade!"

"The strongest!!"

In response to him was the resolute roar of all the officers and soldiers, which attracted more soldiers. Boss Ma brought out the 5,000 people who were fooling together, which was a chill. They originally thought they would be a strong general, but when they saw the discipline and self-improvement of the third brigade, they were full of shame in their hearts, which made people feel that they were looking for someone. Only by drilling down the hole can you avoid being despised. The two looked at each other, as if they could see each other's inner shame, and they lowered their heads with regret at the same time.

Totti, the captain of the accompanying deputy legion, put his hands in his arms and leaned against the mast beside him. There was a hunting battle flag overhead. Looking at the heroic third brigade in the field, Kaya's persistence and seriousness made the Sicilian man inevitably throw away the elegant, and the seriousness on his face was obvious. I'm not talking about it. That was indeed a serious expression. Obviously, the captain of the third brigade did touch the softness of many people's hearts, and the rigidity of the generals was fully activated. It seemed that the arrival of this brigade was the bad taste of some animals, or this was the arrangement of a boring man?

"Ah, ah... What a group of hot-blooded guys!"

Boss Ma, a boring guy, looked from afar and held Daphne in his hand. This nymphomaniac woman in love, even her beautiful appearance, was shamefully buried in Ma Hu's arms, as if it was more meaningful than anything else.

Boss Ma looked at the woman who didn't know the situation helplessly. He sighed and didn't say unnecessary nonsense, but he seemed to have something on his mind and whispered, "Ah, that's fine. At least those group of gangsters who are low-eyed all day know that there is a group of people around them who throw them out of the three streets from afar, so they won't be so heartless to think that they are the first in the world.

Then this unscrupulous scum said quite cheaply, "Alas... It's really, very, very difficult to be a qualified boss."

After saying that, he actually kissed Daphne's forehead and asked, "Do you think so, sweetheart?"

"I want to take a nap." Daphne said shyly.

Mr. Ma was stunned for a moment, and then looked at the girl who giggled like a deer's silver bell and jumped out. He was incompatible with this powerful army, but the gentle hometown would not be the hero tomb of Boss Ma. Of course, he knows the horror of being addicted to it, so he is determined Tiger. House will give any soldier a sense of super-world persistence, or let a peerless beauty accompany him, which is his inner test.

Who knows what this man really thinks? No one knows.