"Don't be ignorant, don't really think that you can't do it."

General Middell drew her sword from Miss Miguel's hand, pushed her out of the way with one hand, and took a step forward to close.

The long sword scraped against the floor, sparks along the way, and the sharp alloy sword easily cut through the floor, leaving a deep groove.

"Say, will you? Become a sword in the hands of the Michael family, share the riches of the world, or become a dead man now. ”

"I'm used to being a free general, and I don't like being tied down."

Yang Zhe stepped back against the door, pulled out the alloy dagger and had no way to retreat, he didn't want to be someone else's dog all the time.

"Then I want to see if Yang Jiaping's only awakened descendant of the old guards is a manufacturable material."

General Middell leaned forward, holding the sword in both hands and rushing straight over, Yang Zhe couldn't see clearly, so he could only passively turn around and dodge, and the opponent's sword slashed through the abdomen and inserted into the door, and the sword was dripping with blood on the clean floor.

Yang Zhe gritted his teeth and turned to the left, and with another blow, the sword slashed from his scalp, cutting off a large amount of hair, dodging two attacks, pulling away more than ten meters, and subconsciously touching the top of his head with his left hand, where he was already half bald, and black hair was scattered in the air and slowly fell to the ground.

"Oh, you're going to die if you're not serious."

Middel turned to Yang Zhe's angry gaze and said.

At this time, the soldier who heard the strange noise outside the gate opened the door and broke in, which directly caused the general to be furious.

"Fuck off, who let you in."

With a roar, the 171 mobile troops that rushed in hurriedly retreated and closed the door, coming and going as fast as they could.

"You want to kill me?"

Yang Zhe clenched the alloy dagger and looked directly at the general, and the blue tendons on his hands and forehead burst out.

"No matter how serious you are, you can't blame others if you die."

General Middel held his sword across his chest, and a row of trembling maids knelt on the ground, one of whom stood up in fear and handed a clean white towel from the plate in his hand.

Yang Zhe watched him wipe the sword body little by little with a towel, and the white towel was also dyed a large patch of red.

"It's finally clean, but it's a pity that I'm going to see blood again in the next second, I hate blood."

General Middell threw away the towel and held the sword above his head to watch carefully, while caressing the blade with his right hand unscrupulously, completely ignoring Yang Zhe's location.

"Crackling," the electricity on his body slapped against his body.

Yang Zhe stood in place and opened the killing core, and the alloy knife in his right hand gathered a basketball-sized ball of energy electricity, and the dense arc inside was beating.

"Angry, I like it. Get out of here, don't blame me for dying inside. ”

Middell was overjoyed, especially interested in the next battle, and the maids on the ground all got up and hurriedly ran when they heard their master's order, opened the door and fled.

Miss MiG put on her clothes expressionlessly, walked to the other side and watched the battle between the two people.

"Flash!"

Yang Zhe's figure blurred, moving quickly on the ground, like a lightning bolt, the path was unpredictable, one left and one right reached the back of Middel at a very fast speed, leaving only a string of electric light behind him.

"Thunderstorm!

The corners of Middel's mouth smiled, he didn't turn his head, he held the sword and thrust it back, hitting the electric ball with great accuracy, and the dense purple arc was channeled down.

The arc of "crackling" hit his body, and the numbness of his whole body made him unable to move for the time being.

Yang Zhe landed in the air, quickly inserted the alloy dagger into the armpit of the opponent's left hand on the back, and wanted to cut off the opponent's left arm upwards, as for why he didn't stab him in the back and straight to the chest in front, it was because Yang Zhe felt deeply, that way he couldn't kill people at all, he was stabbed in the left heart so many times, and all relied on the right heart to kill the core to continue his life, so that it was no longer a weakness, and now he had to cut off an arm to make his strength suffer greatly.

"What a vicious scheme, if I hadn't prepared an insulating suit, I would be a one-armed general by now."

General Middell turned around and said, quickly turning around to avoid the alloy dagger, and kicked Yang Zhe in the abdomen, kicking him into the distance.

Yang Zhe quickly adjusted his body in the air, his feet fell on the wall, his legs bent and jumped up, and the speed was extremely fast and immediately reached the eyes of Middel, his right arm was thrown forward, and the alloy dagger in his hand slashed over.

"Yes, I have to get serious."

Middell appreciated, at this time, he can't do it without help, the other party's speed is extremely fast, and the moves are all strange, all of which are not collected in intelligence.

When the weapons of the two sides were about to split together, Yang Zhe suddenly let go of the alloy dagger, gave up colliding with him, and his body rotated and rolled downward, so that Midl did not expect that his sword was long and heavy, and he couldn't retract it and swung it forward, so he could only passively retreat to avoid Yang Zhe under him, but he was a step too late.

Yang Zhe caught the falling alloy dagger, his whole body flipped like a small whirlwind, rushed past Middle's waist, scratched a trail of blood, and then quickly pulled away, bent over and spread his feet, and slid to the other side of the ground.

Standing in the center of the hall, Miss MiG on the side of the wall was stunned for a moment, her father was actually injured, this is something she can't imagine at all, a B-level powerhouse was injured by a C-level master, although his father has been releasing water, but the combat awareness and experience are simply a deep ditch that cannot be crossed, not to mention the strength and speed of a whole level.

"Yes, it turned out to be a pseudo-B grade, and it was really hidden deep enough, I'm really glad I wore an insulating suit today, otherwise I would have been planted here."

General Middell looked at the long scar on his abdomen and had to sigh.

"It's 10 minutes, I can take people away!"

The robot brother didn't know when, he had already come inside, saw a messy hall, and asked.

"Please, the descendants of the old guard really live up to their reputation, and they have grown into this ghost before they have arrived in a year, if he had awakened 18 years ago, then he would be the strongest man in the human race."

General Middell was not angry, but liked it more.

"It's okay!"

The robot brother walked up to Yang Zhe and said with concern.

Yang Zhe shook his head steadily, carefully inserted the alloy dagger back into his waist, and saw a clean black official hat falling on the ground, picked it up and patted the dust on it and put it on his head, covering which bald top of his head walked out, he didn't want to wear it in this place for a second.

The hall was in shambles, and General Middlel was sitting on an intact couch, taking off one of his clothes, an insulator garment, and the wound on his waist had stopped bleeding and was slowly healing.

"Which current is really strong, even if a large amount of current is reduced, the body is still crispy and numb."

"Miss MiG, what exactly is your killing core?"

Miss MiG heard her father's cry and walked up to her honestly.

"Father, the core of my killing is neurological, and it is suitable for assassination and not for head-on combat."

General Middel was a little displeased, but he only had one daughter, and suddenly he thought of something, and his face improved.

"The task I gave you is to catch up with Yang Zhe, he just broke up when he was the most mentally vulnerable, and he was defeated in one fell swoop and ruined his children, and then the remnants of the old guard will be our people, and the old emperor will have nothing to say."

"Do you understand? For the glory of the Michael family, you should know how to do it. ”

With that, Middlel left the hall, leaving only Miss Miguel alone.

In the car, Yang Zhe sat in the back seat with his hat and closed his eyes silently, Alice looked back in front of him, and wanted to ask why he had been there for so long?

Seeing that the robot brother shook his head and hinted not to ask, Alice turned her head in disappointment.

The mysterious girl sitting next to Yang Zhe in the back row saw the knife wound on his waist and stretched out her handkerchief to gently wipe the blood on it.

"White Rabbit, what are you doing?"

Yang Zhe was woken up by the pain, looked at the mysterious girl, and couldn't help but say.

The mysterious girl lowered her head, not daring to look directly at Yang Zhe's gaze, her whole body trembled with fear, maybe his voice was a little loud, or the relationship between them was strange.

"I'm sorry, I'm fine, the wound will be healed in a while."

Yang Zhe said softly, stretched out his right hand and gently stroked her hair, he was also so gentle before.

"You have to learn Chinese, otherwise it will be very troublesome for the two sides to communicate in the future."

"Alice, you will teach the little white rabbit to learn in the future, at least let her know our name."

Alice turned her head in front, nodded without saying anything, and carefully took out the green beads and handed them to Yang Zhe to heal.

"No, this green bead is rootless water, and its green light will be weakened by one point, and it will not be in a critical moment, so don't show it easily."

Yang Zhe put the green bead in the palm of his hand and played with it, handed it back to Alice and said, thanking her for her kindness.

The car drove quickly, and the scenery outside the window changed batch after batch.

"It's here, it's better for you to go in alone."

The robot brother stopped the fast-driving car and pointed to a courtyard next to the road.

"Come back."

Yang Zhe was hit by a sudden brake on the head and hit the chair in front of him, the hat on his head fell off, revealing the endless top of his head, he was so frightened that he quickly picked it up and put it on, his eyes scanned around, and no one saw it.

"Don't worry, this is the person you're going to meet."

Big Brother Robot urged.

Yang Zhe reluctantly moved his buttocks, opened the car door and walked down.

"Please come in, the old emperor has been waiting for you for a long time."

A group of guards in red shirts and white pants walked over with obsolete old-fashioned smoothbore rifles in neat steps, and an old man led by him spoke.

"This ......"

Yang Zhe was dumbfounded and speechless, the antique muskets they were equipped with were still in use after countless years, as if returning to the 18th century when the bullets were raining down and queuing up to be shot, which was incompatible with the current high-tech era.

"Laughing at you, we're the last army of Ausman smoothbore rifles to keep up with the tradition."

The old man's face was gloomy and he said a little ashamed.

"I don't need to apologize, you guys are very handsome, I like it very much."

Yang Zhe looked at the military uniform on the old man and said.

The neat red vest and jacket on the upper body, trimmed with gold edges, the white leggings on the lower body, the black waterproof and practical water shoes on the feet, and the straight military posture all reveal that this army is different.