"Huha——!"

Another set of slashing swordsmanship was used, and Wei Ken put the sword back into its sheath and let out a sigh of relief.

The body is refreshed, and I feel that the whole person has been sublimated by the soul, and everything in the world has become so beautiful.

Although the people next to them wanted to pretend that they didn't see it, the twitching nerves on their faces showed their helplessness.

Even the recruits who have not been poisoned by Wei Ken feel that this "senior" is not ordinary at this time.

Wei Ken put away his sword, removed the water bag from his waist, and poured a mouthful of water.

The sword training with weights just now is worth coming several times, maybe because of being on the battlefield, I always feel that there is a seed sprouting in my heart, which makes the whole person have a strange fluttering feeling.

Seeing that Wei Ken had finished practicing his sword, Lear directly greeted him: "Wei Ken, near the battlefield, try to save your physical strength, you ...... Let's call it 'entertainment' and don't do it anymore. ”

"Yes. Weken nodded silently.

"Is your 'yes', is it really 'yes'?" Lear felt that one head was two big, and he couldn't understand what the young man in front of him was trying to do.

"I'll save my strength next time. Weken is also aware of the seriousness of the problem.

If the enemy suddenly attacked just now, with the two sets of swords he lost, he might have lost a lot of combat power. It seems that next time, I can only dance once.

Lear was shocked: "Do you have a next time??"

"Entertainment. Weken nodded.

"Oh! yes! I like it! I'm fed up!"

Lear departed angrily, and after returning to the tent, he made a rough change to the schedule, kicking the guy who "practiced the sword" as "entertainment" out of the squad leader's ranks, and then put him on the list of Vorud's guards.

"Next time, you'll just go with the general, don't be a squad leader!Stop having this kind of entertainment in the barracks!" Lear let out a harsh remark before leaving, while Wei Ken nodded flatly.

"So, what should we do with our team?" Loku and Negar, who were not far away, glanced at each other, and the few recruits gathered around them were also dumbfounded.

Although Wei Ken is a hands-off shopkeeper, the opponent's combat power is a lot higher than theirs. When practicing swordsmanship, Wei Ken carried a wooden sword alone, chasing nine people all over the training ground to cut, and no one was unconvinced.

"Whatever it is, he doesn't care about it anyway, does he?" Negar spread his hands.

Loku felt deeply: "Yes. ”

Eibar threw down his dice game, looking dazed: "Then, when the time comes, who do we listen to?"

Negar spread his hands: "When the time comes, you will gather around me and Loku, and just defend desperately." Weken will take care of the rest. ”

Eibar felt a bunch of black lines on the door of his head.

Yes, when they were training in Forest Town, they were the recruits who used the ten-man formation taught by Floyd to conduct simulated battles, and the result was usually a complete victory......

And the operation of Quansheng is very rough and cruel.

If there are few veterans on the opposite side, Wei Ken will go up and directly cut down a few veterans, and by the way, a few recruits will be knocked down together.

If there are many veterans on the opposite side, open the turtle shell formation, Wei Ken shrinks into the formation and stabs with a gun, one by one. When the person on the other side was almost lying down and his strength was almost exhausted, Wei Ken went up again and repeated the previous operation.

After cutting it down like this, Freud didn't know how to evaluate Wei Ken, and he didn't know how to position this team of seven recruits.

But when it comes to combat effectiveness, everyone in the barracks is saying that Weken should be second only to Freud.

And if that's the case, the combat ability of this squad that has lost its core output is really worth considering.

However, Wei Ken doesn't care about these things, promotion, demotion, no matter what, it is his ideological guidance to be able to reasonably and quickly improve his combat effectiveness, gain strength, and earn power that no one dares to disobey and wealth that no one can resist.

But during this period, his heart as a "person" cannot be lost, otherwise, what is the difference between him and those nobles who drink blood?

Reporting to the confused Floyd, Weken calmly met the headache of Upper Floyd.

Wei Ken's action is very strong, his execution is not to be said, he doesn't tremble when he kills him, and his brows are not wrinkled, he is an extremely good soldier. Any general would want his soldiers to be like him.

But he's the kind of guy who is so serious that it makes your scalp tingle, and you can't wait to persuade him to stop for a while......

"I see, Wicken, get into my guard. Floyd cupped his forehead and finally made up his mind.

After all, he is a soldier who has been "cultivated by himself", and his personality is a little serious, but he is a very good soldier.

"Yes. Weken nodded, "What are you going to do?"

"Charge. Floyd's eyes were slightly solemn.

"Yes. ”

Today, the enemy did not attack the western legion again, and everyone had a good night's sleep.

"I'm usually asleep, but how can I ...... today" Wei Ken frowned slightly, and stood out of the small open space in the middle of the barracks with a large cloak, looking outside.

It was pitch black, and even the moon and stars at night were not there. The clouds were so thick that they were almost suffocating.

The first winter snow is coming. Along with the ears of winter snow, there was also the most ferocious attack of the Vichy Empire.

In the distance, the light of the fire flickered faintly, and it was the camp of the other cannon fodder regiments. That kind of fire, like their lives, may be swaying in the wind, and may be blown out by a breeze at any moment, right?

But looking to the rear, Tibi was stationed in a brightly lit barracks, and it seemed that he could still see the guards patrolling the wooden walls with torches.

"I'm a little curious as to why they dare to raise torches on the wooden 'walls' and not be afraid of ......" Weken frowned.

Moreover, the light, the inside of the camp, seemed to be brightly lit, as if it were daytime.

"Magic. Floyd stepped forward and patted Weken on the shoulder.

"General?" Wei Ken froze.

"Good evening, Weken, I didn't expect you to sleep either. I remember, it's not you who will be guarding me tonight, right?" Freud smiled and signaled silence, "The other soldiers are still sleeping, don't be too loud." I don't know if I will be able to see this night again after the first war has begun. ”

"Yes......" Wei Ken nodded, but his brow furrowed, "General, what you just said...... Magic?"

"I'm sure you've heard Lear and Liz talk about it, right?"

"Half-convinced, just talking. ”

"Really, but extremely rare. Rarer than the nobility of this world. Freud waved his hand, but then his face changed, revealing a hint of helplessness, "Or rather, a magician must be a nobleman, and a nobleman is not necessarily a magician." ”

"Magic, strong?" Weken cared more about that.

In this era of cold weapons, if there is magic, it is undoubtedly a lethal weapon like an airplane and a cannon. This is undoubtedly a disaster and a devastating blow to the soldiers.

No matter how well-trained your soldiers are, no matter how well-equipped your weapons are, a big magic will smash them down and the ashes will be thrown to you!

"It's strong, but, it's weak. Freud's words were ambiguous, "Most of them need a medium, one whose name I only know, but who have never seen the real thing." ”

"Pure Magic Crystal?"

Of course, Lizlit didn't say it, but she just needed to upgrade her miscellaneous soldier system, so she just brought it up and asked.

"Yes. Liz must have told you, right? There's a possibility that she knows that kind of thing. Floyd's face looked a little old in the light of the fire.

At this time, he didn't look like a battle-hardened old general, but more like an old father who blamed himself for not taking good care of his daughter.

Liz was eighteen years old, and Freud was in his forties, but at this time he gave the impression of ...... It's like a disheartened veteran soldier in his sixties and seventies.

"Yes, Lizlit said. Weken nodded.

"Did the boy tell you what happened to her?" Freud shook his head with a wry smile, "It seems that she trusts you and considers you a friend." Perhaps, this is the best thing I've ever done for her in my life. ”

Wei Ken nodded quietly.

"She's cursed by magic......"

"Yes......"