"Pass my orders, everyone, no trading with the DTPH team."

Jacob issued such an order with great seriousness.

"Yes!"

"Yes!"

The crowd in front of him accepted such an order with the same solemn expressions.

If there is anything you can talk about, you can discuss, you can joke. But as soon as the regimental commander gives an order, the subordinates must immediately obey it.

No need for a reason, no need for a reason. If the captain's order is wrong, at the end of the scene, after returning to the space, you can raise it in a public meeting and ask for the resignation or removal of the leader. But in the scene, obedience is mandatory.

This is the strict discipline that the chariot team has cultivated all the way to the present. It was the magic weapon that they have grown from a small team of only a few people to the size they are today.

"So, what about the people who made deals with them before?" Haldrich asked.

Jacob examines his men.

There is no doubt that quite a few people have already made some deals. If you want to recover it, it's not impossible to do it....

"Forget the previous ones." Jacob said.

"Are you going to withdraw from their game?" Mastan asked.

It's a malicious question. Jacob narrowed his eyes and looked at his subordinate.

If you quit yourself, you give up the chance to hunt for treasure. There is no happier group of people in B&Bs who will support the decision and praise it, while unceremoniously snatching their own spots.

At the same time, it will push itself to the front line of opposition to DTPH. If there is a disadvantage, they will say, 'It's all the chariot team's initiative, that's why we followed.'" If it is an advantageous situation, let's say, 'It is our timely help that has won greater benefits for the council'!

How could such a brazen bastard ally make such a move?

"No, the tournament is going to be played as usual." Jacob said. Then he paused, and added. "Except for the prohibition of trading, everything else is business as usual, and no hostile actions are allowed."

The order seemed to spark some disagreement among the subordinates, but in the end, everyone obeyed as before.

He looked into the distance, where the DTPH gang was.

The mere suppression of transactions should not lead to any hostility.

It should be....

----

"Game 2 of the second round! In the third field, Gelsack of the Rooster team played against Zaitsev of the Two-Headed Vulture team! ”

"It's him." Tihir looked at Gelsack beside him and frowned. "This guy is not easy to deal with."

"I'm even harder to deal with." Gersack stood up with his chin held high, shook his beautiful coat, and stood.

"Behave well~" said the lady on the side.

"Don't be ashamed like Mr. Vogar." A girl said with a smile.

Gelsack waved to them, then looked at Loger with contempt as he lay in the arms of a noble girl.

Why is this kid on a par with himself? Whether it is appearance or strength, it is far worse than himself!

Those poor ghosts of the two-headed vultures, if the battle is a little more intense, they will be ruined. Could it be that you are afraid of such people?

It's something else, it's more worth worrying about.

He looked at Tihir. "They're privately trading things,

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You just let it go? ”

"It's not a big deal." Tihil said. "It's just a little animal skin, and everyone can sell it if they want to. Why bother? ”

As he spoke, he looked at his teammates. "Besides, can you manage it if you want to?"

Gelsack shook his head and walked down.

On the other side, Zaitsev still looked cautious, holding in his hand the rifle that looked a little old wrapped in many strips of rags.

But Gelsack doesn't underestimate its power. He had heard many rumors about the 'Must-Hit Gun'. Its powerful power, ultra-long range, inevitable hit characteristics, different special effects according to different bullets...

However, it is said that the cost of using it is just as high. damage to oneself when hitting an enemy; Unique to the Two-Headed Vulture team, the financial loss when causing damage; the suppression of rifle-like weapons in this era; On his own, the regimental commander lent himself the equipment of the third-level authority to suppress the enemy ....

All in all, it's not an easy, but not too difficult battle either. Compared to the scenarios he encountered with Tihir in the past, BOOS with a lot of health, super high damage, and immunity to almost most of the negative effects, this is just an insignificant little opponent.

When he walked to the edge of the field, he took out a musket from the space and put it behind his back. Then he took out a black cover with several large golden letters on it, and held it in his left hand.

Seeing this, Zaitsev, who had already walked into the venue, became even more nervous on his face. Gersack smiled and stepped into the field.

As soon as he entered, he saw a golden bullet flying towards him.

He didn't panic, the black book opened in an instant, and a dazzling blue light bloomed inside, and then turned into a small round shield, protecting Gelsack's body.

A bullet that can't be dodged, doesn't it sound strong? But why flash? Isn't it enough to block it?

"Boom!" With a bang, the bullet burst across the shield, sending up a cloud of smoke and dust.

When the smoke cleared, Gelsack behind the shield was unscathed. Many people couldn't help but exclaim when they saw this scene.

"Hey, old dog." That's how Gelsack called Zaitsev. "Use your special bullets. This kind of thing can't hurt me! ”

Zaitsev's pupils dilated suddenly. Then, without making a sound, he silently took out a few bullets, pulled the bolt, and loaded his gun.

Gelsack stepped forward. It's the kind of way of walking slowly with your head held high. In the audience, many women cheered for him.

Zaitsev loaded the bullets, did not aim, and fired directly with the muzzle facing up.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! This time it was three shots, and a moment later, the bullets went straight to the center of Gelsack's eyebrows, throat, and back from three different directions.

"Tell you, it's useless!" Gelsack opened the book, and three small blue shields appeared in the three directions where the bullets came.

The two bullets that hit the center of the eyebrows and throat hit the shield, and both kicked up smoke and dust. But the one that went around the back flew out of a strange trajectory, avoiding the shield and shooting directly into Gelsack's body.

A burst of blue light rippled from the surface of Gelsack's body, blocking the bullet. Then, with a crisp sound, the bullet fell to the ground as if it had hit an iron plate.

"Not bad." Gelsack bent down, picked up the bullet, and played with it in his hand. "It's not a special bullet. Did you use the skill? If it's all bullets like this, I'm in trouble. ”

Zaitsev did not waver in the slightest, took out several more bullets, and slowly reloaded again.

This time, Gersack frowned.