As we all know, the square ears of Telshan and the pointed ears of Garol have always believed in 'repaying virtue with virtue and repaying grievances with straightforwardness'. En also ten times, the most famous of the guardians of the creed is to look down on life and death and do it, when they followed the lord of the Longerxi family, the Tershan people spent a hundred years of rest and recuperation, and then relied on the technology generation difference and the population of the deadly violence, as well as the two litters of large and small cat people, washed most of the river system with blood, and killed those cannibal demons and slave owners, and the Tershan people lost tens of billions of people in hundreds of years of continuous war, and for a long time, the conscription period of the banner teams of Tershan has dropped to twenty-six years old (equivalent to the biological age of thirteen years of human beings) Many young people of school age even went to war with just their genes, there were no deserters in this revenge war, the children of the elders died on the surface of the planet along with the children of ordinary civilians, or lost forever in the universe, and the reputation of the vengeful evil ghosts of Tershan's square ears even spread in many river systems.

Of course, the Tershan and the Garol geniuses are not the material for warriors, and even the artificial race of cat people requires a lot of training, so these little guys have developed the True Trainer (that is, the military version of this game) for a long time, how do recruits train?

Therefore, the so-called joint training camp is actually a small means to allow players to 'enjoy' the refreshing feeling of military grade in the game - the absolutely real kind.

After thinking about it for a while, Marceau decided to go over and watch the excitement, after all, the guy who watched the excitement was never a big deal.

The four little ones also wanted to follow Marceau to have a look, and after thinking about it, Marceau decided to take them with him, so he walked through the streets and squares that had not yet been cleared, and Marceau came to the west gate of the city, which was said to be the training area, where Telshan and the Gaalor players had set up a field on the plain outside the city. A large camp was built, and Marceau knew at a glance that this must be a training ground - some people may say that such a training ground with a radius of less than 100 meters can only be used to train eggs, Marceau can only say that everything cannot only look at the surface, because when Marceau stepped into the training area, the camp in front of him immediately became a huge battlefield.

"Wow!" The four little ones, Misai, Ying Long, and Ailan, let out an exclamation, and the eight cats had round eyes, just like the big ones on the sidelines who were also spectators...... His face was full of confusion.

I don't blame them, because Marceau also looked at the battlefield with a collapsed face - I saw that the battlefield in front of me simulated a coastline, and the steppe elf riflemen were transported to the shore by all kinds of small boats, and there were ice storms and meteor explosions everywhere, and from time to time there was a whole ship of steppe elves either screaming or screaming and being lifted into the sky by a large basin with an extremely effective extension, and more often they were carried down by bullets and arrows flying everywhere, close to the bottom of the beach on Marceau's side. Several teams of steppe elves shouted something in a very accented territy as they desperately rushed to the beach, but they were soon brought down by a lightning chain in pieces, and the remaining lucky one was carried up by a ballista as soon as he reached the top of the beach.

The first thought, meow a mi, isn't this Morn's Sword Beach?

The second thought is that this defense strength seems to be higher than the real Sword Beach Rushing Battle.

The third thought, that training officer, your mother blew up so good at playing the dead man's backlash beach back then, but there is no giant monster like the Deep Hell Purgator!

Then Marceau saw a steppe elf suddenly stand up. "Stand up, sister!", and the girl was thrown to the ground by an arrow. But immediately her companions came to her side and took off her equipment, and hundreds of steppe elves who were crushed under the beach either threw themselves in the mud, or knelt or even squatted in the mud, shooting desperately at the monsters who recoil the beach, and the nearby steppe elves also launched a rescue shot, and the rotting corpses of the dead side shot at the top. After losing nearly thirty percent of the number, they approached the bottom of the beach, and the steppe elves in the front row changed into ****** and bayonets almost at the same moment, and collided with the flying axes and the meteor burst and cold storm and rotting corpses that barely stopped for a moment, and fought with the undead who were close to two meters with their numbers and courage, and all kinds of anti-good or anti-evil magic circles lit up and annihilated. From time to time, a dying prairie elf pulls the ring of the fish bombing prop and dies along with the rotten corpse that killed the entire team.

Another wave of attack arrived, and the steppe elves jumped from the sides of the cabinet-shaped landing ship into the sea, and then began to land against chest-deep water. The steppe elves at the bottom of the beach have killed the rotting corpses, and are now besieging the deep hell purgatory, judging from the gunfire that the steppe elves can't stop, this deep hell purgatory should be a customized existence with a legendary template, it doesn't care about the shooting of the steppe elves at all, after killing the steppe elves' defense line, it first swept over a grassland elf with a sword, and then grabbed a steppe elf with one hand and threw him into his mouth, and the unlucky guy seemed to make a little movement at the moment of entering the mouth, and then the next second, the head of this deep hell purgatory demon exploded directly。

Meow a mi, how many high-energy fish fried props are used in this?

Before Marceau could react, these little guys began to charge again, and the little ones who got up from the mud rushed to the top of the beach with all kinds of spells, and all kinds of buff spells were displayed on their bodies, even if they had to pay the price for every step forward, these little guys still jumped forward between the craters, and every time the undead launched a counter-charge, the steppe elves in the front row rushed out of cover with a fearless attitude after the undead rushed close and entangled with these undead who were taller than them, and then were overwhelmed by all kinds of spells and magic together with these undead。

A team of steppe elves rushed close to the defense line, but the next second a carrion corpse rushed out of the line, it swung its long sword and cut down two steppe elves, but the third steppe elf stabbed the bayonet into its knee, and it screamed and whipped the steppe elf away as it knelt down, and then two bayonets stabbed him in the chest, and the next second a bayonet stabbed its head, and the silver-seeping bayonet pulled out a large amount of venom at the same time, and the rotten corpse fell to the ground with a howl, and the girls who besieged it stabbed the rotten corpse that was still struggling in silence, and on both sides of them, a large number of steppe elves had jumped over the trenches, Several teams of prairie elves stuck to the trench to the undead inside desperately hugging the fire, while another group of prairie elves screamed and a team of undead who rushed out of the trench confronted, the steppe elves' silver-seeping lead bullets and the undead's negative energy bottles rampaged in the air, after approaching, a steppe elf with fish tools strapped to his body rushed into the queue of the undead and pulled the full body of fish bombing tools, maybe the amount was larger, the prairie elves were also blown up, and finally only half of the prairie elves struggled to stand up, these little things first put guns to shoot the living corpses of the undead who were still struggling to get up, and then several people in groups around the missing parts of the living corpse crawling on the ground desperately stabbed.

Seeing this, the head of the kitten cub has been crooked, is this really one of those little things who are scared by a giant filial son running around the street?

Just as he was thinking about it, this time the all-true training had ended, the beach and the corpses all over the ground had disappeared, as the chief officer of the training camp, a steppe elf with an iron horn was there complaining desperately - just like those devil instructors in the army, any merit was normal and correct in his eyes, and any mistake would be magnified, and the thousands of little guys present were drenched with dog blood by him, and then waved his little hand: "The seventh exercise will start immediately! The drill will start in a minute!"

A minute later, Marceau looked at the Omaha beachhead with the banner of the evil god fluttering in front of him, and hit his head with a tail - this director really knows how to play, don't think that replacing cement with a boulder bunker and stuffing a few bone wizards into it is enough, what the hell is your arcane fireball repeater! If the undead had this good thing, would they still need to be driven back to their hometown by the players!?

……

In the following time, the big kitten cub and the four kitten cubs, as well as a large number of big players, sat in the corner and crossed their knees and watched the Prairie Elf hit their heads in front of the Ao Tan of the True Trainer, and it was not until the fifth time that these little guys broke through the breakwater, and by this time, even the wounded began to crawl to find an enemy to exchange for a book, and each little guy had become a silent killing machine, either killing the enemy in front of him or being killed by the enemy, just when the cat cub felt that this was not too much, the Mr. Supervisor suspended the training: "You little! You don't look like a warrior until now! Disband today! Continue training yesterday! Tell me! Why did you little die!"

"Cowards will die of shame!!," replied the thousands of little ones in a unified voice. ”

It would be nice if this kind of conversation took place between strong men with ten-pack abs full of muscles, but what did it mean for so many thousands of steppe elves to say such things?

Marceau complained in his heart as he stood up and greeted the five girls—"It's been a hard work, everyone. ”

"Well, it's not hard, we've learned a lot of my fighting skills today!" Akemi and Maeun forced a smile on their faces.

"And what about you?" Marceau asked Jiuye, Yang and Annie.

"I'm so strong!Why can't I even hold a rifle during training!" Anne complained.

"It's hard, Anne and I have failed to perform surgery several times!

"So...... What do you say, Jiuye?"

"It's not pretty! My hairstyle is messed up!" Jiuga complained seriously. (To be continued.) )