Monarch of Evernight

Zhongying town is small, but it is an important pillar on this border line, so the defense facilities are perfect and there are thousands of Expeditionary Warlords stationed.131 Reinforcement companies and mobile companies belonging to several other regimental numbers are also used as base battalions to gather training, supplies and troops, ready to go.

Ji Yuanjia arrived at the barracks with Qiannight. After completing the handover formalities, he left by airship.

For example, 131 companies have their own independent barracks. At this time, the entire company is concentrated on campus, accompanied by the former company leader Captain Bao Zhengcheng.

Of the seventeen regiments, the reinforcement of a company is tantamount to a special unit within the regiment, whose strength and equipment prevail over ordinary forces, and is therefore often untamed.

What we see at night is this team, more than 150 people standing twisted, none of them quite straight. Several highly capable officers stared at him for a thousand nights and measured him openly from head to toe.

If Ji Yuanjia had not accompanied them in the thousands of nights, and had greeted them directly, they might have to provoke them. Ji Yuanjia himself started out as a sergeant in the 17th Corps and accumulated his military skills to the school officers. His face may be a little better than Miss Qi Qi's in the eyes of these soldiers.

And the bag standing next to him smiled, as if he didn't see anything. His arms were wide and round, a whole head higher than a thousand nights, and he looked at it like a standing bear. General reinforcement company commander level 3 soldiers are good enough, but level 4 Bao Zhengcheng once committed a crime and was therefore devalued to reinforcement company to become company commander.

Faced with this seemingly familiar Lower Marvel, all of a sudden there was a feeling of nostalgia, except that he was a rookie at first, watching the Black Scorpion veterans at the most.

Thousand nights laughed, a pair of obsidian eyes sparkled, "Captain Bao, you've got some interesting soldiers with you! ”

Bao Zhengcheng opened his big mouth and rubbed his hands, laughing and saying: “A bunch of bastards, nothing but war! ”

“It's not enough to fight. I remember the first rule of the Imperial Army is obedience. ”

“The commander will obey.” The bag is sincerely patting the chest right away.

He waved his hand a thousand nights ago and said, “Well, dissolve. ”

No one moved, and some of the fighters even returned to normal military positions with surprise. By the time they heard the words of the Imperial Rules, they had begun to wipe their hands. They were ready to show their understanding of the Rules in front of the new Chief. Didn't expect it to end like this? Does this kid look like a little bitch?

Thousands of nights I swept the bag, and the bear was just as strong as a body, and suddenly I said, "You guys were doing strength training before the whole team, right? ”

“Yes.”

“How about the two of us give our brothers a demonstration? ”

Bao Zhengcheng shouted with a smile: "Yes! Rarely, sir Ken instructed. ”

The basic training of strength is horn power. Officers naturally cannot wrestle around their necks like regular soldiers. The traditional method is wrench.

While the warrior went to pick up the blue stone table, Bao Zheng's valet snuck up on him. “Head, you really want to compete with him...” He made a gesture in the thousands of nights, "nobody opened this time. ”

Surely, the warriors stood 35% of the time and picked up their ears at the crossroads. Never again did they have the same level of shouting and drinking and betting when they had horns.

Bao Zhengcheng shouted first, "The new officer is looking, be honest!” Then look at the thousands of nights of training equipment on the field, standing a few steps away and curiously measuring, and you can't help but feel dark.

The uniform on Thousand Nights is not the standard size, but Kiki pressed hard to make it for him, especially in stature. In fact, the head is not short at night, the body is long, the shoulders are wide and pulled out, but the waist is tight and the stiffness is a bit thin. Seeing this little body frame for a thousand nights, Bao Zhengcheng is also a little depressed. He can only be glad that he is not going to wrestle with him. Otherwise, he will miss out and not look very good in face.

The table was quickly set up. Thousand nights and Bao Zhengcheng set the scene together. When the hands of the two were held together, some soldiers couldn't help laughing, and several officers began to squeeze their eyebrows at Bao Zhengcheng.

Compared to Bao Zhengcheng's bear arm, Thousand Nights' arm is not half as thick as he is, and can almost be described as thin. This obvious contrast of strength and weakness, instead of worrying too much about the winning fighters, turns to the question of whether the little arm of the thousand nights will break, and whether they are too bullied or not.

A copper coin was thrown into the sky, and when it landed and sounded Ding's voice, both Ching and Bao Zhengcheng began to force.

“Hey! Hey!!” Bao Zhengcheng shouted three times in a row.

But all unexpectedly, Thousand Nights arms were cast like steel and the tattoos didn't move. Bao Zhengcheng's face had swelled red, he took a deep breath, then roared like a beast, a piece of muscle twisted, root blue muscle burst, arms thickened again, already full strength!

Even on solid stainless steel columns, this force will bend directly!

But Thousand Nights' arms are still untouched!

Bao Zhengcheng shouted badly. At this time, his hands suddenly sent unstoppable force, directly smashing his defense, pressing his hand on the bluestone platform!

However, this is not over, the sound of a bang, the residual force is not rested, all on the table, a meter thick blue stone actually shredded into a pile of stones. Bao Zhengzheng's body suddenly lost its support, and he was forced to turn over and fall four feet into the sky.

"I'm so embarrassed," he said, smiling and pulling up his bag. ”

Bao Zhengcheng gazed up and down at the monster for a thousand nights, which made him say: "Wow! ”

Both of them are Class 4 soldiers, but Thousand Nights is more than willing to fight against his pure strength, or is it over? At least it proves that Thousand Nights is not a small white face thrown by Yin Jia to gold-plated military work. He personally can definitely bear the lieutenant's badge on his shoulder.

The strong are respected in the Imperial Army, especially in the front battlefield!

Bao Zhengcheng turned around and yelled at the warriors who were stuck in the wooden chicken: “All of them, line up, stand up! See you again, sir! ”

The warriors who watched the pen stand in front of them, knowing that they had been initially accepted by these untamed men. As for the position of commander, it depends on hard performance.

Two days later, a thousand nights later, the whole company set out to manoeuvre in the border area. In less than two weeks, the team encountered three Dark Race Patrols, all of them rivals.

In every battle, the most powerful fighters on the patrol were killed by first-hand shooting at night.

It was only then that the fighters discovered that their new officer was a super-range sniper. So the attitude of several prick sergeants suddenly improved, regardless of what they thought of the airborne superior, snipers were superior in any regiment.

In the course of the ensuing march, troops who had gone through three successive battles were put to rest at night, and he had no choice but to go out and scout himself and discover a team of blood tribes sent to investigate the disappearance patrol.

Previously, the battlefield commander was Bao Zhengcheng and his deputy, and he was only constantly familiar with team cooperation. This time he carried out his first complete tactical command, setting up an ambush on the path of the bloodline investigation team, which began with the shooting of a bloody knight, who was then killed with the help of his peers, and tripled that strength to the full investigation team of the ordinary patrol.

So, after a thousand nights of knowing that he should see each other, he asked the company to return to the site first, and he himself lurked alone, looking for opportunities.

All day and one night later, Thousand Nights did wait for Dark Race backup.

This is an incredibly powerful team of 50 fighters, the worst of which are Level 2 fighters! The team is headed by an eight-grade blood jazz assisted by an entire six blood knights.

This team of regular fighters is well over 131 companies, and if they are not evacuated early at night, they are likely to be caught up in the tail. The speed and endurance of ordinary fighters are totally incomparable with those of second class fighters.

The team consists entirely of blood clans, each wearing a black bottom red cape and walking silently and silently. They don't seem to be doing much, but they're already running at the same speed as normal people.

As he passed through a dead tree, the blood jazz at the head suddenly stopped and raised his hand. The whole team stopped immediately.

The bloody jazz lifted his hood, revealing silver hair and an old but dignified face. He went under the tree, sniffed hard, and suddenly raised his head and looked over a branch. There was a small trace of blood stained there, and although it was completely dry, it remained bright red, which looked strange.

It's the blood of a superior blood family!

Jazz's cheeks fluttered constantly and his eyes burned with fiery rage. Suddenly he turned his head and yelled at the blood warriors behind him: "Accelerate! Let's catch up and kill those brave people! ”

The roar was still echoing, and the jazz suddenly felt a strong palpitation, and out of a dangerous instinct, he instinctively pushed forward.

The whirring force bounce missed the point and hit him in the thigh. The fierce impact caused him to roll over in the air for several laps, which caused him to fall to the ground.

Without waiting for the Lord's command, the three blood knights rushed over and the regiment escorted him in. The other three blood knights chased at full speed towards a figure fleeing quickly. Fucking human sniper! The Dark Race hates to see soldiers on the battlefield!

The jazz struggled to get up and shouted, "Go after him! Live!”

But he suddenly fainted and almost passed out. The blood jazz was astonished and looked down at the wound, and was horrified to find that the wound had rotted and smelled at a terrible rate and that strange forces were permeating itself.

Jazz is an extraordinarily small shock, desperate to run the power of blood, holding down the strange forces that are destroying and swallowing in the wounds and trying to make a deeper breakthrough, but only in the blink of an eye, the wounds on his thighs are so deep that he can see the bones.

“Send me back to the blood pool, quick!” The jazz crossed with anger and commanded.

Far away, the thousand-night heart running away is full of regrets.