"Gather energy."

"Hah!"

The scorching sun was shining directly on the huge training ground, and the temperature was already as high as 57 degrees, and this was not the hottest summer.

But this is normal, and the weather in Iron Blood City requires the most fertile imagination to adapt.

The teenagers of the Spark Brigade have been here for almost two years, and they have undoubtedly had enough imagination about the climate here.

Standard armor with a special coating that can change color depending on the environment.

Weighing up to 300 kilograms, it can quickly be transformed into a compound bow, spear, double knife, and even the latest standard weapon that can be transformed into a climbing tool according to different fighting styles - volley guns.

At this time, they all become the help of this high temperature.

Think about it, at such a temperature, wearing a metal bump, the heat that gathers, if it is worn by ordinary people in the former civilization, it is estimated that it will be burned, right?

And although this volley gun is a good thing, and the weight of three hundred kilograms is not a burden for everyone, but at such a temperature, it is absolutely torture to hold it for up to forty minutes, and even the slight angle of the tip of the gun cannot change in the slightest.

But it's not worth complaining about, extreme training was originally the regular training of the Spark Brigade, if you can't even get through this, can you still deserve to have a number here?

As for this standard armor and volley gun, it can't be regarded as a burden, in fact, the equipment of the Spark Brigade should be regarded as the best in the entire Iron and Blood City.

Because whether it is this standard armor or a volley gun, it is the latest weapon in Steel Blood City, and it is said that it was designed by a mysterious genius boy, and because of material and financial problems, it is now only equipped with the Spark Brigade.

How good this armor and volley gun are, only the members of the Starfire Brigade have the most say.

It's just that in training like this now, it is inevitable that some team members will mutter, why doesn't the upper echelons of Iron Blood City open up the remaining functions of this armor and volley gun?

Well, that's all there is to it for the remaining functions of the volley gun. It's also quite frustrating and weird...

After all, the members of the Spark Brigade have standard military rations when they are in action, and they are not enthusiastic about turning weapons into cooking utensils when necessary.

It is said that this function was designed because of the feelings of that genius boy. Since it is related to the word feelings, it is not easy to evaluate...

But this standard armor named 'Lingyun Armor', as long as it is equipped with a small universal energy stone, it will have the function of temperature regulation, why not use it?

Especially at such temperatures!

The upper echelons of Iron Blood City probably won't respond to these questions, but it is rumored that the reason why these functions are not open is because Iron Blood City is deliberate. Because a certain general said - fighting, not enjoyment!

'Suck', Sasa took a breath, got rid of the distracting thoughts in his head, and began to concentrate on gathering energy.

As the entire training ground resounded with the sound of gathering energy, what looked like a stake rose in front of everyone.

But it's just like a wooden stake, in fact, this thing is a training pile specially built for Purple Moon warriors above the third order by using the most powerful memory metal in the Purple Moon Era, with a top-secret technology.

Why can the Spark Brigade be used? There is no need to elaborate on this reason.

"All-in-one blow!" The instructor's voice echoed again in the training ground.

"Roar!" All the members of the Spark Brigade let out a neat shout, and the volley gun in their hands smashed towards the training pile in front of them.

The volley gun has a certain degree of elasticity, and this smash also contains great skill, not the complete use of brute force, but the use of ingenuity, so that the elastic volley gun oscillates at high speed, and then use the power of the shock with their own strength to hit the training pile in front of them.

It is said that this is a set of gun skills developed by Iron Blood City based on the gun skills handed down from ancient China, which are suitable for the battlefield.

As long as anyone who has been on the battlefield knows that in the face of the impact of 'thousands of troops', heavy weapons are the best to use, at least to ensure that the output is effective.

However, the disadvantage of heavy weapons is that they can be used for a long time and cause a waste of strength, and under the trade-off, a spear with a moderate weight becomes the first choice, and gun skills are something that every member of the Spark Brigade must master.

With a single blow, the training pile in front of Shasa cracked, and the crack spread from the top to a third of the entire training pile.

Seeing this result, Shasa sighed slightly in his heart.

But he couldn't let him think too much, and the instructor's voice echoed in the training ground again: "Full force - two blows!" ”

The posture of everyone holding the gun changed again, this time to stab at the training pile in front of them with all their might.

"Full force - three blows."

"Four strikes."

....

The instructor's voice was like a war drum on the battlefield, one after another, urging all the team members, not giving people a chance to breathe at all.

No team member dares to slack off, and the results of each week's gun training will be recorded, which will affect many things in the next week.

The standard twenty-one blows, which were extremely physically exhausting, were completed in just three minutes, and the huge training pile miraculously recovered as before, and then retreated into the ground again.

At the same time, a projection appeared at the front of the procession, densely lined with many names.

There is no doubt that Liszt's name is still number one.

After staying in the rankings for five minutes, after everyone saw their rankings clearly, Liszt's figure appeared again in the projection.

As a matter of course, the first is to play a screen of him training his gun skills.

It's glory.

And for soldiers, isn't the most important thing about glory? The teenagers present have all entered the Spark Brigade for two years, and they are destined to change from teenagers to young people here, and the concept of the glory of soldiers has long been implanted in their hearts.

Shasa's eyes flashed, every blow of Liszt in the picture was so powerful, he could only destroy one-third of the training pile with all his might, and under Liszt's gun, it was directly and completely destroyed.

"Each time is stronger than the last, and it looks like Liszt's training pile will be upgraded again." Shasa's face was full of admiration, and everyone had worked hard to catch up with Liszt's footsteps and use the level 2 training pile, but who would have thought that Liszt would once again use his strength to throw everyone down.

Of course, this training is not as good as Han Xing's guy, I don't know what kind of results he will have? Maybe you can also use a three-level training pile?

Even if you don't like him very much, you have to admit that guy is Liszt's biggest opponent and has some ability to go against Liszt!

Thankfully, that guy was locked up for fifteen days, along with his annoying teammates, for seven days...

Thinking of these, Shasa was inexplicably happy, even if he and Han Xing did not have any personal grudges, just because Han Xing was Liszt's opponent, he inexplicably rejected Han Xing.

But it is not difficult to understand that the mentality of licking a dog is like this, as if the more he grins at Han Xing, the more Liszt can look up at him.

"Unloaded." The footage of Liszt's gun skills training was quickly played, and today's three-hour extreme physical training was also over.

Unpacked and disbanded on the spot, the teenagers finally ushered in the most relaxing dusk of the day.

Have an hour of free time before meals.

The noise and laughter resounded in the entire training venue in an instant, and the disbanded teenagers quickly gathered into small groups according to the distance of their relationship, hooked their shoulders and began to enjoy the most precious time of the day.

Undoubtedly, the people who surrounded Liszt were the most numerous.

It took Sasa a long time to squeeze into the center of the crowd, he didn't have the courage to talk directly to Liszt, but looked at Genk with a flattering smile: "Brother Henk, I'll go to the cafeteria now to take a seat for you?" ”

The Spark Brigade has gathered a total of 3,000 top-level genius teenagers, but the terrible thing is that the cafeteria prepared for the teenagers only has 1,000 seats.

That is, the meals will be divided into three batches, although there is no difference in quality in the food arranged, the meat is mainly first-class beast meat, and the drinking water is second-class drinking water, and it is also combined with various vegetables and fruits.

But the difference in taste is huge.

The first batch will be the delicious food made by chefs who are good at cooking while keeping their nutrients and energy from being lost.

The second batch is made by ordinary cooks, so you can't talk about what is delicious or not.

As for the third batch, it is processed according to the military rations, and the meat of the fierce beasts will be directly applied to the jerky, and the vegetables and fruits will not be treated at all, and the matter will be finished after washing.

The genius teenagers complained at first about this arrangement, but it only took a few days to find that complaining had no effect, because this kind of competition was everywhere, including the beds where they slept.

After all, geniuses can't be treated in the same way as ordinary troops, in their growth period, competition is the most important, and when natural selection is made, a few top leaders are selected, and they will naturally condense into a team, a very terrible team!

It is because of the existence of this rule that Sasa has such an opportunity to please, and in addition, he can also get the benefit, that is, the opportunity to get the first batch of meals justifiably.

After all, in the name of occupying a seat for Liszt, apart from Han Xing's team, who would be so ignorant to grab it?

Moreover, now Han Xing is still locked up!

Shasa's flattering smile grew more and more humble, and he thought it was a sign that even the upper echelons of Iron Blood City were favoring Liszt.

But Shasa, Liszt ignored it.

With a friendly smile, he was naturally talking to the captain of the second detachment about something. It's just that in the eyes of some teenagers, every time they see it, they feel weird, because of the arc of this smile, this smile feels like Tang Ling's smile on the last day.

Why did Liszt imitate? Or did he simply not realize that he was imitating?

However, no one reminded Liszt of this, the situation is stronger than people, isn't it obvious to offend Liszt to talk about this?

Henk stood beside Liszt, looked at Shasa, forcibly held back the trace of disgust in his heart, and said politely and indifferently: "Then trouble you, we may be late." ”

"It doesn't matter how late it is." Shasa answered excitedly, turned around and squeezed out of the crowd and ran towards the cafeteria.

This also means that for the next hour, the precious free time, Sasa will sit in the cafeteria like a fool.

But what does it matter? There are too many people who want to occupy a seat for Liszt, and such opportunities are not often available....

Looking at the back of Shasa leaving, Henk finally couldn't help but show a trace of disgust in his eyes, with Liszt's strong rise in the past two years, especially after establishing his status as the first young genius on the road of the god of war, there are more and more villains around him.

Everyone knows that such villains are not reliable, and if Liszt loses ground, they will turn their faces faster than they can turn a book.

But Liszt didn't care.

"A king needs to rise to the top, whether it is sincere or false, as long as he can get unanimous support."

"And with more support, the road to the king has gradually taken shape."

What Liszt said is of course reasonable, and becoming a king is Liszt's greatest wish in life, and Henk naturally wants to help Liszt maintain it.

Even this ambition was almost stifled by Tang Ling. But God seems to be favoring Liszt... Tang Ling died, and the ambition of revival naturally burned even more vigorously.

It's just that such a premature sharpness is exposed, and it is not a good thing to hide it? Henk was genuinely thinking about Liszt, and couldn't help frowning thinking about it.

"What are you thinking?" At this point, Liszt's voice interrupted Henk's thoughts.

"It's nothing, it was too noisy just now." Henk didn't say what he thought, and Liszt wouldn't necessarily listen to these words calmly now, even if he did.

"It's okay, the annoying flies are gone." Liszt plucked his ears very indifferently.

As soon as he showed the slightest impatience, the flies would fly away, and he enjoyed it.

This is how the king's control should be?

Sure enough, the group of people who had surrounded Liszt before had dispersed, and only the genius boys who came out of the hero family followed Liszt from a distance of more than ten meters.

And the only one who is qualified to walk side by side with Liszt and be inseparable, everyone knows that the only one is Genk.

"Where are we going?" Henk naturally asked, according to convention, Liszt will not waste any minute of his time, he wants to use every minute and every second to become stronger, few people know, if it is not necessary, Liszt does not have the so-called free rest for an hour.

Although he seems to be a little arrogant these days, he has not lost his reason and his wisdom.

But every day Liszt has a different content to cultivate, and in view of this, Henk will have this question.

Liszt smiled at Genk's question, and he walked briskly forward, while Genk hurried to follow.

"Today, I wanted to rest unexpectedly." That's what Liszt said.

"Then go to the baths?" Henk replied casually, the baths were indeed the favorite place for the teenagers of the Starfire Brigade.

There is a natural hot spring that relieves fatigue and restores physical strength, and has a healing effect that accelerates injuries.

In addition, it is also equipped with pre-civilization steaming and recreation rooms, so that teenagers can enjoy some pre-civilization entertainment, such as game consoles, chess and cards, and some ball games.

"What's the point there? It's just a pointless waste of time. Liszt was not satisfied with Henk's answer and raised his eyebrows.

"So?" Henk already had the answer in his mind, but he didn't want to say it.

"Let's go see an old friend." Liszt smiled, Han Xing had been locked up for seven days, and he had been busy before, wouldn't it be rude to have no time to visit this old friend?

"I want to go to the library." Henk frowned slightly, apparently he had no interest in visiting his old friend.

"What? You're not happy with what I'm doing? Liszt was a little upset.

"I don't care, it's just that with your current strength, there is really no need to suppress him in such a way." Henk was more direct, and he was the only one who dared to speak to Liszt like that.

But even Henk, Liszt still showed a dissatisfied look, and was silent for a while before saying, "Henk, can you put away your senseless kindness?" A king, not a fool who can only show his muscles, he must know how to schem, is there anything wrong with exercising himself on a stumbling block? ”

Should it be right? Henk couldn't say anything to refute, he could only say, "You're right, but I'm really not interested in facing Han Xing." With this time, I prefer to go to the library. ”

There was anger in Liszt's eyes, but when he looked at Henk's green eyes, he calmed down again.

He knew that Henk would not betray him, and as a king, he must also allow a small piece of softness in his heart to be reserved for such a person who is rarely allowed to trust.

"Okay, there you go." Liszt suppressed his discontent.

Henk nodded, and was about to turn around.

At this time, Liszt stopped Henk: "You wait a minute, let's take some time to contact a flying dragon." ”

"Hmm." Henk nodded and left.

The flying dragon has undoubtedly become an important chess piece in Liszt's whole big chess, although Liszt didn't attach great importance to the flying dragon at first, and there was always a thorn in his heart, and the flying dragon used to be inexplicably involved with Tang Ling.

Fortunately, Tang Ling is dead, no matter what he had to do with his life, it will disappear with Tang Ling's death.

Otherwise, with the Wyvern now playing with such great potential, Liszt would really have a headache, because he would not be able to put too much trust in the Wyvern.

Fortunately, God really helped himself, and as soon as Tang Ling died, many problems seemed to be solved, and his life became smooth.

Perhaps, Tang Ling's appearance is a test of God for himself! Moreover, it is also a reminder to stay sober at any time, and the road to the king will definitely not be smooth sailing.

**

Han Xing licked his somewhat dry lips and sat on the ground on his knees.

The room he was in wasn't small, about seven or eight squares, but there was a blue light around his body all the time around him.

The range of blue light is limited, and in this limited range, Han Xing can't stand upright, lie flat, and can't fully stretch even when he sits.

This is the so-called confinement room, which makes people have to stay in an oppressed posture at any time, and in the Purple Moon Era, ordinary rooms can no longer imprison evolved humans, let alone Purple Moon Warriors?

So, this confinement blue light appeared.

Han Xing smiled bitterly, he really admired that Iron Blood City would put such effort into this kind of punishment and design such a torturous thing.

In addition to giving people great oppression, he will also whip Han Xing ten times every three hours.

Don't doubt that the power of this whip can definitely bring a certain amount of damage to Han Xing, who is already a third-order Purple Moon Warrior, of course, this damage is not too big, with Han Xing's self-healing ability, it will recover quickly, but the pain of flesh and skin is unavoidable.

What's even more terrifying is that this blue light will block the light source, and others can clearly see Han Xing, but Han Xing is in this blue light, and all he sees is darkness.

In short, no matter how advanced the technology of this punishment is, it is actually born out of the confinement chamber of the previous civilization.

I heard that very few people in the confinement chambers of the former civilization could survive seven days in it, and more than seven days would torture people into neuropathy.

And this is still without flogging.

"Sharpen your will." Han Xing was personally detained by Li Lie, and before leaving, Li Lie said such a sentence to Han Xing meaningfully.

And this sentence, and the time for 30 minutes of blue light to be released every day, became the motivation for Han Xing to persevere.

After all, Iron Blood City was still worried about these genius teenagers, and set aside thirty minutes to release it for fear that something would happen to them.

"Is it time to be free today?" Han Xing's uniform was already in tatters, undoubtedly caused by the whipping.

But apart from being able to dress and maintain due dignity, you can't bring anything with you when you're locked up, and you don't even have anything to keep a time.

Han Xing is not Tang Ling, he has no instinct for precision, and he can only estimate time in the dark.

'Click', footsteps from far to near.

Originally, when he heard the footsteps, Han Xing was a little happy.

Thirty minutes of free time, someone will bring food and water, and Han Xing needs to solve all the problems in these thirty minutes....

Either way, the sound of footsteps means it's time for freedom.

But as the footsteps approached, Han Xing's face changed and he became angry.

Because he could hear it, the footsteps belonged to Liszt.

How ironic, they are irreconcilable enemies, yet so familiar that they can't even hear each other's footsteps.

The person who came was none other than Liszt, as the first and best Starfire soldier all year round, he had a lot of privileges, including coming to the confinement room, and the Iron Blood City was so realistic.

Looking at Han Xing, who was wrapped in blue light, the corners of Liszt's mouth raised a mocking smile, and there was an irrepressible trace of hatred in his eyes.

There is no way, when you see Han Xing, you will think of Tang Ling, and think of the humiliation and uneasiness that Tang Ling gave him.

"I envy you, at least there is no danger in staying here." In a mocking tone, Liszt spoke.

And as Liszt spoke, the darkness in front of Han Xing's eyes disappeared, and the blue light that wrapped him also turned into a point of light, closing above Han Xing's head.

"I really underestimated you, I didn't expect you to be so despicable that you would even have thirty minutes of free time to make trouble, and you really care so much about me?" Han Xing looked up, and the sudden light made his eyes seriously uncomfortable, he blocked the light for a moment, and half-squinted his eyes, but even so, he wanted to sarcastically say a few words to Liszt.

The rules do not change, and the 30 minutes of free time a day will not increase due to any special circumstances.

When Liszt came to 'visit' him, the time taken up would be counted as free time, and with Liszt's privilege, he could visit Han Xing for twenty minutes.

Only ten minutes of freedom were left for Han Xing.

"Worried about you?" In the face of Han Xing's ridicule, Liszt didn't care at all, but felt very funny.

"You should figure it out, only the dead Tang Ling will make me have three scruples. As for you, what qualifications do you have? "Liszt deliberately bit the sound of the word 'dead' very hard, and then gently tidied up his collar, looking very leisurely.

Han Xing stood up, originally wanting to move his stiff body, but when he heard the five words of the dead Tang Ling, his movements obviously paused, and his expression became angry.

But soon, Han Xing calmed down.

It's been two and a half years, and he is about to accept this fact, and the confrontation with Liszt has become the norm, and he has long been less easily affected by this incident than he was at the beginning, and he has become angry because of it.

Perhaps it was Han Xing's bland performance that made Liszt feel bored, and he began to pace back and forth in front of the iron fence of the confinement room: "Yes, what qualifications do you have? A small ruse can get you hooked. ”

"What was it like to lie in the snow for three days and three nights?"

Han Xing moved his body silently, he didn't want to waste his precious free time because of someone like Liszt.

"I don't think it matters to you, do I? After all, you are a reckless cow, although you have no brains, but you have muscles. ”

Han Xing took a deep breath and ignored Liszt at all.

"But I think it doesn't matter to you, but what about your teammates? was burdened by a captain like you, not only did he waste time in the snow with you for three days and three nights, but he was also locked up for seven days. ”

"In fact, for us now, every minute of our time is precious. After all, is there a better period of growth than this one? You've wasted ten days of your teammates' time. It's because of your stupidity. "Liszt said it very lightly.

But Han Xing had stopped all his movements, his eyes were burning with rage, and he glared at Liszt.

Liszt didn't care, and continued: "Can't refute, right? And you shouldn't care, anyway, your teammates have been suppressed because of you, and it's not the first time they've been implicated. And it's no secret that I'm the one who suppressed you..."

Speaking of this, Liszt paused, shook his head and pouted, then looked at Han Xing and whispered, "But, what can you do?" It's enough to be pressed in the mud all the time, and it also affects others. Without Tang Ling, you are a dog, I don't lie to you. ”

"Shut up!" Han Xing was completely furious, and rushed to the iron fence, trying to grab Liszt's shirt.

But Liszt took a step back in time and avoided Han Xing, and the enraged Han Xing slammed open the iron fence in front of him, which couldn't lock him up at all.

Looking at this scene, Liszt's eyes were full of sneers.