Infinite Gentleman

"Here I say, this is my site, everything is my say!"

(Song) The feeling of being on the verge of the limit, just reset it, I will get a new life from the destruction..."

"If I want you to live, you can survive, if I want you to die, you have to die!"

(Song) "Love to the extreme, that forbidden boundary, even if it burns out, you will see me show my glory again..."

"I want you to train hard now, and then play a role in the battlefield against Chaos! You better understand it for me!"

(Song) "The feeling of being on the verge of the limit, for you and for the future, how many times I have been crushed to pieces"

"You can survive against Chaos as long as you win, but if you go against me, there is only a dead end!"

(Song) "Because of love, I am transformed and reborn, yearning for love, I will return."

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Compared with this, campus bullying is like a child playing house.

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Chapter 19 Seeing Expectations

"Okay, disband now!"

Looking around sincerely again, seeing these guys' well-behaved eyes nodded with satisfaction.

The first step in military training is completed. not bad.

In the next few days, Zhanchang Yuanzheng continued to strengthen fear and brainwashing, and strengthen his control over the death camp. At the same time put more people with lofty ideals into their control.

They couldn't escape, and they couldn't resist. After all other options have been eliminated, they have only one option left.

That is to obey orders.

Obey the sincere orders of the battlefield, accept the outrageous hell-style training with great intensity, and accept the bewitching and brainwashing of the sincere battlefield's continuous, continuous, and repeated propaganda——

Since there is no way to resist, they have to accept-since they have to accept, they have to come up with something that they can "accept"-

Honor, sense of mission, they are the chosen people, they are different, they are destined to create brilliance, they will become the most powerful army in the human world, they are invincible-as long as they continue to obey the sincere orders of the battlefield, then they Can get everything they want.

The number of soldiers in the death camp is increasing...and decreasing. The reduced number was partly due to sudden death due to excessive training, partly because he couldn't stand this kind of life rebellion or became a deserter, and was sincerely killed by the battlefield, and partly was a heroic sacrifice in the battle——

Yes, fight. Pure training naturally cannot satisfy the sincere appetite of Battlefield Yuan. Those chaotic war gangs, which were a few steps ahead, scattered on the vast tundra of Kislev, became the best targets for the original sincere attack on the battlefield.

Thanks to the recklessness and bravery of the followers of Chaos, the battle of the death camp has more victory than defeat. There is a master of Battlefield Yuanzheng who is enough to be a thousand horses, even if he is frustrated, he will not lose much.

The troops of the death battalion continued to fight in this way and accumulated experience.

Victory, increased morale, and the large amount of loot seized have allowed the original sincere prestige of the battlefield to rise.

When all this surpassed a "degree", the soldiers of the death camp sublimated their sincere "feel" to the battlefield. Fear becomes awe, fanaticism replaces anger, trust is sublimated to piety.

It took the battlefield sincerity for twenty days, using the most extreme and radical method, to finally fully grasp the two thousand two hundred soldiers in the death camp...The "weak" and "traitors" eliminated in the process The number is one and a half times the total number of troops.

However, no one will remember those scumbags, because history is always written by victors, and Zhanchangyuan sincerely believes that victory will ultimately belong to him.

...

In the seven-day journey, the Legion of Elius walked for twenty days.

When they finally rushed to the border city of the empire, Bichafen, the total strength of the legion had expanded to more than three thousand.

Seven of them became death camp soldiers trained and trained by the original sincere personal training on the battlefield——

The soldiers guarding Bichafen were terribly surprised. Because the Legion of Elius was the only imperial army with high morale they saw during this time.

It is different from the vast majority of imperial armies, which are disgraced and demoralized. These guys, despite the same upbringing, have a ruddy complexion. They are confident, high-spirited and full of arrogance and honor.

This is by no means like an army that has just been defeated. Even Bichafen's garrison was suspicious, suspecting that this army was the advance army of Chaos.

And after the Legion of Elius verified the body, reinforcements from other empire provinces were going to laugh at these guys. While exploring the details, somehow boost the morale of their legion-but then, these generals and officers I was speechless.

Having thought of everything a long time ago, Zhan Yuan Yuan waved his hand sincerely, and the two thousand two hundred soldiers from the death camp went out one by one, opened the package they were carrying, and then threw out the heads of each person——

These helmets with obvious chaotic styles and heads with the appearance of the northern barbarians are the most indisputable evidence.

Including 700 chaos warriors, more than 300 chaos knights and more than 50 champions, eight chaos warriors and two chaos lords. The heads of the chaos believers brought by the death camp piled up on a hill at the gate of Bichafen.

"This, this, this is..." Opposite him, another legion general pointed to the hill with heads piled up, his mouth opened wide and he couldn't say a word.

"A trivial trophy." Said sincerely and calmly.

"Insignificant?" The other person's sincere eyes are no different from seeing a madman.

"Okay." After seeing other people temporarily losing their ability to think, he waved his hands in a sincere and impatient manner: "My soldiers and I need to rest. I think this city should have a large enough military camp. , Enough food and wine for my soldiers to eat, right?" He asked, looking at a fat man who looked out of place among a group of generals.

"Yes, yes, great, glorious... uh..."

"Wright Baldwin." The battlefield reported himself sincerely.

"Yes, the great General Wright Baldwin. Please come with me, and Bichafen's town hall will provide everything you need. The camp, and good wine and food—"

"--There are hot water and women besides this." Sincerely and unceremoniously interrupted him.

"Yes, yes, there are hot water and women, and I will be there for you soon—"

"——I mean, to my soldiers." Zhanchangyuan stared at the guy sincerely and unceremoniously, making his unbelievable calf tremble: "Don't get it wrong."

"Then, your words..."

"Of course I want to be with my soldiers." Zhanchangyuan said sincerely without hesitation.

After this, the fat official representing the municipal council wanted to persuade: "In your capacity—"

But right after that, he was picked up by a soldier wearing a heavy full-body armor by his sincere side: "If the general said, just do what the general said, bastard, don't be smart, don't make trouble for yourself!"

After speaking, he unceremoniously tossed the fat man aside. The death camp soldiers full of strong killing intent and unparalleled arrogance, so unceremoniously, strode into the city of Bichafen.

"We did this, it seems a little... not so good?"

Sincerely, the old general Elius hesitated, but in the end he couldn’t help but persuade: “The Ostermark Federation is not the same as the other provinces of the Empire. It is not the elector who holds the power, but the parliament. There are merchants, so I say—"

"——Don’t worry," interrupted him sincerely, "I know what to do. Also, I know what I’m doing. Don’t worry."

"but……"

"It's nothing, General." With a sincere smile, he waved his horse whip, and after a sound of "pop", the whole death camp seemed to have been slapped with a whip, all stood still and motionless.