Chapter 112 Young Heroes

"Have you heard about it? The Valkyrie has come to our Marseille area.

"What!" This sentence made several knights in the small living room very nervous. "Didn't you say that she was in East Prue a while ago?"

"That's old news. The latest news is that the champion knights of East Prue have been completely destroyed, and Prince Nandengrand was also cut off his head because his mouth was not clean after losing."

"What about Lao Nandeng? Old Nandeng is a model of knights. He can't just watch his grandson's head cut off by a woman like this!?

"What else can the old man do but watch? It's a duel, a sacred knight duel. Who can intervene? Isn't it normal for people to die in a duel? Lao Nandeng watched his grandson be beheaded, but he couldn't even say a cruel word. Besides, Lao Nandeng is known as a knight's model and attaches the most importance to reputation. He can't even take his own life for the sake of reputation, not to mention his grandson's life.

"Can't Lao Nandeng fight with the Valkyrie?"

"Take the initiative to propose a duel against a woman? Can he say it out? Besides, Lao Nandeng is so old. Not to mention fighting, it's a problem whether he can wear armor or not.

Several champion knights said goodbye to their masters on the spot after getting the news. After rushing home overnight to pack their bags, they went out to fight for justice.

The result was that when Ryan arrived in Marseille, there was not even a champion knight here. At this time, Li felt a little satisfied. At least the name of the Valkyrie had been played out, and Ryan's parade was over.

The reputation of the Valkyrie and the Blue Knights is already there, and the preparations on the side of Van Segang are basically completed. So Li took Ryan back to Van Segang. When they arrived at the holy city, it happened to be the first snow since the beginning of winter.

At this time, in the headquarters of the Order of the Holy See, the 20 strongest young soldiers that the Holy See could find had already been gathered.

If it is according to normal conditions, Li should throw these people into the arena and let these people have a life-and-death fight first. Only the last living strong man is qualified to enter the Knights. This method is simple and fast, which is most suitable for the current situation. But now Li's regiment has just been formed. Both its own regiment and the local subordinate groups of the regiment are in a serious shortage of people. It's a waste to let them kill each other. Therefore, Li decided to take all these people with him, pull them and the soldiers of Zhiyuanxing together for a centralized training, and then let Pastor Martin and the technical officials of the regiment make an evaluation to see if these people can complete the operation and eliminate the local subordinate "Green Knights" with a low success rate. After that, the first soldiers of the Knights Templar could be released.

If it goes well, all this should be completed within five years. This is the result of Li's best efforts to streamline the training plan. If the training time is increased ten times according to the standard plan of the regiment, the time will be equally precious for Li now, so he is willing to get a batch of semi-finished products first, and then fight. Gradually completed in the struggle. Therefore, if you want the regiment to really form a strong combat effectiveness, it will take at least 50 years or more.

Alas, whenever I think of these, Li will feel a little irritable, and at the same time, he vaguely has infinite expectations. How powerful will an army that needs at least 50 years of training to form a perfect combat effectiveness?

And such a powerful army will be completed from scratch in its own hands, bit by bit.

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Lancelot is slowly dealing with the steak on the plate. He holds a silver knife in one hand and slowly cuts the beef. After piercing the beef with a silver fork in the other hand, he put the beef into his mouth and chews it slowly. In a short time, the whole mouth can feel the tenderness and sweetness of the beef.

Among all, Lancelot was the first to arrive here. As soon as he heard the news, he couldn't wait to leave the Order of the Holy Sword despite his uncle's obstruction. He went straight to Van Segang without any hesitation, waiting for the call of the Holy Envoy here. From birth to now, Lancelot never remembers that he was as excited as he is now. He will follow the envoy to the palace in the sky to participate in the battle of heaven. He wants to stay away from this muddy world and get real glory. In his heart, he had countless unspeakable questions to ask the envoy in this world. He had too many dreams to realize, and he was even eager to see the god sitting on the throne.

And now he suppresses these desires and urgency under his reason. He knows that he must wait and be patient. This is a miracle that has been difficult to meet for thousands of years. It is lucky enough to happen in front of him. He really shouldn't ask for more.

Someone doesn't think like Lancelot.

"Bum!" With a loud noise, Lancelot's long table was punched by the man sitting opposite him. Lancelot was quick-eyed and quickly brought up his plate. The steak soup on his own plate was not sprinkled at all, but the food of other people on the long table splashed everywhere, and the whole small hall was suddenly in a mess.

"What an asshole. I've been waiting for so long, but there is no news at all. Teach this group of bastards not to play the master!" The same question exists in the hearts of many people. In fact, the credibility of the Holy See in this world is not very good. The priests look good-looking one by one, but I don't know how many evil things have been done in private. It can be said that half of the conspiracy and tricks in the world come from the small heads of the priests, and half of the disputes are the most In the end, the Holy See should be responsible.

"Tol, be careful. What do you think this is?" Lancelot stood up with a plate and said, "I warn you not to bring the set of your northern barbarian to the Pope's living room."

"Yo-ho? What's the matter? Isn't our little white knight timid? Do you want to fight with Master Thor? As Thor spoke, he pulled off his coat, revealing his strong chest muscles and dark chest hair. He pounded his chest and shouted loudly, "Come on, hit it, hit it here with your little fist. Your grandfather Thor frowns and it's not a man."

Lancelot looked at Thor, who showed his chest hair, and looked at the steak on his plate with regret. He only took a bite of the tender and delicious calf steak, but it was a pity. He said, "Let me fight? Don't dodge? Is that so? Don't move!" Then he held the bottom of the plate in one hand and patted a plate of steak on Thor's face. Thor was lucky at this time, and his chest muscles bulged like steel spirits. He didn't want to move, so he took the plate of steak with a steady face.

It's not over yet. Lancelot patted the steak with one hand, and the other hand picked up the bench he had just sat on and smashed Thor's head.

Wh! The wooden stool suddenly fell off.

Thor had a horned steak on his head, and there was almost a fire in his eyes. He roared, picked up a bottle of red wine on the table and threw it at Lancelot. Lancelot was ready for a long time. He dodged and dodged the red wine spinning in the air, but sat on Lancelot. The latter was unlucky. He was eating while watching the bustle, but he didn't expect a bottle of red wine suddenly flying. He only heard a "pop", and the thing thrown by Thor hit a person not far behind Lancelot.

The man was dressed in black, holding a fork in one hand, and a piece of potato was inserted on the fork. His hair was wet, and the red wine was dripping down his plate along the ends of his hair. Obviously, when he was eating potatoes, he was attacked by a red wine bottle. The red wine bottle hit him on the head and smashed, and half a bottle of red wine drenched his head.

"Oh, oh, oh, isn't this the Black Knight Virgil?" Lancelot shouted strangely, "You've become a drowned rat. Thor, you northern barbarian, do you have a grudge against Virgil?"

Virgil didn't say anything. He stood up, then shouted and lifted the table on the spot.

Like a signal, other people in the dining room suddenly moved. These are young and excellent soldiers. They are all invincible on their territory. Why have they bowed to people? The Yankees don't like the little white faces of the south, the good men on the sea look down on the dry ducks on the land, the nobles don't like those hillbilities, and the black knights don't like the white knights. These people have long wanted to find an opportunity to compete. Let's see whose fist is big. Isn't this a good opportunity?

They use plates, bowls, food, stools, tables, fists, and all the weapons they can find in the room. Anything. Anyway, they hit people who didn't like it with something easy to use, and the melee started in a moment.

In this chaotic battle, the heavy curtain was suddenly opened, and two people came in.

"Young people are really energetic." Li smiled and said, "I really hope they can continue to maintain such vigorous energy in the future."

Ryan looked at the chaotic scene and frowned slightly: "Do you need me to separate them?"

"Why do you want to separate them? Let them fight. Anyway, these people's unarmed combat ability is very poor, and I guess they won't kill people. Let's walk against the wall, go to the kitchen to get some food first, and then make a place by the fire and watch while eating.

The two walked against the wall and avoided the chaotic area in the center of the war. Occasionally, there were some plates and forks flying out, which could not cause any damage to them. After crossing the hall, it was the kitchen. At this time, several chefs were looking at the excitement behind the door with an excited face, and occasionally for themselves. Come on, young heroes.