"Hmm, what is this? The "Source Project Training Camp" that the military and Graystone City have worked on?"

After dealing with the various decrees accumulated in Gray Stone City, Wang Xiaotian looked at a "white paper plan" with a somewhat surprised expression, which was still a plan that had been deposited for a long time. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Source plan, this is a military plan proposed by Wang Xiaotian very early, due to the tense situation, the Graystone Alliance is like a ship in a stormy sea, as the helmsman Wang Xiaotian is always concerned about the overall situation, therefore, this plan has been repeatedly shelved.

Today's Gray Stone City, Wang Xiaotian has drawn a big blueprint, and all projects are being carried out in an orderly manner, on the whole, Wang Xiaotian is a commander, Luna is an executor, and most of the documents piled up here require Wang Xiaotian to make reasonable instructions, which is not to say that Wang Xiaotian will take government affairs on himself, but limited by the times, when Wang Xiaotian draws the blueprint of Gray Stone, the general direction is to adopt the concept of modernization, which makes the executor inevitably have doubts when implementing.

As the situation stabilized, the shelved plan was put on the agenda again.

After carefully looking at this source plan white paper, Wang Xiaotian is still quite interested, during this time he is about to fade out of the bird to deal with government affairs, and it is rare to have such a plan that surprises him.

"Hmm, the pattern is too small, too small! Our Greystone Alliance is now a big business, so if you want to play, you can play bigger!"

After seeing this plan for training officers and special forces like the "War College", Wang Xiaotian took a look at the content of the source plan, and he was a little angry, so he waved his pen and began to change this plan.

Soon after, a blue-skinned source plan was released.

Looking at the unrecognizable plan, Wang Xiaotian clapped his hands proudly, the corners of his mouth rose, and he muttered to himself: "Hehe, this is the name of the origin plan!"

At this moment, it was such a thin plan of a few pages, but it completely changed the fate of George and the others in a certain camp.

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"Boom! cough cough ......"

Rolling in embarrassment, George got up, the fighting suit issued by the camp was already tattered and dusty, George held the war knife in his hand and started to run without looking back.

"Roar!"

With a beast roar, a black panther-like demonic beast was rapidly approaching, and the black panther roar was condensing a wind blade at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Damn! Green, Kuru, you close the net, I can't hold it anymore!"

George dodged the wind blade that cut through the ground, and couldn't help but shout loudly, at the same time, he paused, turned around, and slashed at the black panther with the war knife in his hand.

"Whoosh!"

A war spear and a sharp arrow shot out of the reckless woods with a hint of coldness, and then, in the grass on the left and right, two figures each held a war knife and slashed at the black panther.

War spears, arrows are in place, triangles are surrounded, this set of combination punches down, and the black panther who was encircled lost its magical power and was just a slightly stronger beast, and was quickly hacked to death by the three Georges.

"Whew!"

Pestle himself with his sword, George exhaled a deep breath of turbidity, his face was covered with dust, and he sat on the ground without scruples.

"Jerry, Sika, you go and take out the magic core, and bring back this meat, hehe, Wind Shadow Leopard, the bronze magic core is ten points, and this delicious monster meat, you can have two or three points left, the task is almost complete!"

Standing up, George quickly disappeared into the forest with the help of Greenkuru and the others who emerged from behind him.

Shortly after they disappeared.

In the silent forest, the winter wilderness is quiet and terrifying, the wind shadow leopard falls to the ground, the smell of blood wafts away, and soon, this place will attract a group of predators.

A strange figure suddenly appeared in the place where George and the others had killed the Wind Shadow Leopard.

"Dabar detachment, killed the Wind Shadow Leopard, and completed a five-day field mission! According to team cooperation, wartime response, temporary response, etc., this mission is given an A-grade grade!"

The strange figure muttered in a low voice, glancing at the direction of George's departure, and it was very strange that the figure and the environment were integrated, and disappeared.

The Darkfire Scout, the elite of the Inkblade Scout, is also the supervisor responsible for tracking and grading the instructors.

George and the others, who were running wildly, did not know the mysterious figure behind them, and at this moment, their first task was to return to the camp as soon as possible.

Quietly bypassing some dangerous areas, George and the other team made their way through the dense woods, cautiously crossed several hillsides, and finally made a large circle, and saw the shadow of the camp in the distance.

"Boss, it's finally here! These five days are really not human!"

Looking at the camp in the distance, Green couldn't help but complain.

Looking at the familiar environment, the cautious George knew that they had come to the safe zone, and said with some luck: "Okay, don't say it, go back quickly!"

The closer they got to the camp, the more and more teams George and the others found.

Everyone did not communicate, and walked into the camp very cautiously, through the long corridor, countless fluctuations that they could not see were scanned several times, and George and the others officially entered the camp.

Walking through the gate of the camp, George looked at the cold and simple camp in a trance, and a sense of intimacy inexplicably emerged.

And people like George, there are many people, and many of them are in a trance.

Indeed, looking back on the experience during this time, George and the others really felt like a world away.

Touching a bracelet on his left hand, George took a deep breath, calmed his mood, and walked towards his yard.

Looking back on this period of life, George felt like he was in a nightmare.

At first, a group of them were taken to this strange camp.

Then, George and his friends were assigned to a violent minotaur.

And then the nightmare began.

In the beginning, they had to do perverted physical training every day.

In the morning, like a hot-blooded youth, the violent minotaur Dabar woke up a few people, and then led them to run, not the normal kind of running, but the kind of running with weights, carrying huge stones, and then starting to run.

At noon, they had to undergo Dabar's strike training, to put it bluntly, they were beaten by Dabar, and George was beaten to death every day.

In the afternoon, I finally had time for free activities.

George and the others, who had a blue nose and swollen face, unexpectedly discovered that the entire camp, whether it was food and drink, or all the equipment, needed something called points, which made several people confused.