What a steel lion. Ye Yinzhu was secretly awe-inspiring in his heart, and at the same time, he couldn't help but admire Seedorf a lot, if his Qincheng could also have such an army, it didn't need much, the four thousand people were enough. If that's really the case, then, even if you face ten times the enemy army, you have the confidence to fight.

Seedorf showed a rare smile, a look of relief and pride. When his gaze turned to the other two hundred warriors, it had turned cold again.

Marshal Seedorf and Maldini are well-known in Milan, Maldini is known as the shield of Milan, while Seedorf is nicknamed the Sword of Milan. The razor-sharp sword of Milan.

Seeing this marshal, the previous looseness had disappeared, and the two hundred warriors, including fifty of them, all stood solemnly, although the formation was not neat, but at this time there was no trace of a playful look on their faces. All of them who have been selected here are all crystal clear. It's just that there is a lot of arrogance in their hearts.

Seedorf looked at the warriors in front of him lightly, Oliveira, out of the ranks.

Be. Oliveira took a standard step, three big strides, and had already walked out of the queue, and the star-blue battle armor on his body suddenly brought a string of blue light and shadow under the sunlight.

Tell me what you guys were doing. Seedorf said calmly and coldly.

Oliveira had a solemn expression, and didn't even glance at Ye Yinzhu beside Seedorf, we are waiting for your arrival. Waiting for your instructions.

Seedorf nodded and stepped forward slowly, although he walked very slowly, but every step seemed to contain the truth of heaven and earth, calm and powerful.

It wasn't until he got in front of Oliveira that Seedorf stopped. His gaze swept over Oliveira first. Then he looked at the warriors and magicians who had come with him.

You are all the elite of the younger generation of the Empire, and being here means that you are ready to sacrifice for the glory of the Empire. In my eyes, each and every one of you is a warrior of the Empire, the inheritor of the glory of Milan. I, Imperial Field Marshal Seedorf, salute you. As he spoke, Seedorf stomped his right foot hard, raised his right hand straight in front of him, and pointed diagonally at the sky. Standard Milanese military salute.

He was joined by the three hundred soldiers behind him. Same posture, same uniformity.

The salute is over. Seedorf and his warriors put down their right hands at the same time, and the solemn color suddenly turned sharp, at this time, he was like an invincible sword, the surging and majestic killing power instantly enveloped the audience, and the light purple light scattered out in all directions, without the slightest concealment.

Bearing the brunt of the blow, Oliveira couldn't help but snort. He took three steps back in quick succession to barely stand firm. The blue fighting qi on his body had been released with all his might. Others are farther than him, but at a greater distance. For a while, the fighting energy dominated by green and the magic color lit up at the same time, resisting Seedorf's momentum.

Seedorf was still standing there. As if nothing had been done, the huge pressure did not abate at all, and said coldly: I salute you because of the courage you have come here and your determination to maintain the glory of Milan. But I am now ashamed of you, too. Do you have a mental outlook that looks like you want to be a warrior to defend the glory of Milan? Turning around, his right hand pointed at the three hundred black-armored warriors, his gaze became more fierce, who are they?

The two hundred, led by Oliveira, were silent, for they did not know what to answer.

They are your comrades-in-arms, comrades-in-arms who share life and death. What was your attitude? Look down on them? Oliveira, you answer me.

Oliveira also stamped his feet and raised his hands, wanting Seedorf to give a Milanese military salute, no.

Seedorf snorted coldly, no, I'm afraid you're the only one. In a little more than a month, you will be fighting together and standing on the same battlefield. If there is a gap now, it will turn into a devastating disaster on the battlefield. I'm a very direct person, since I'm not convinced, then you might as well have a fight, if you win, well, from now on you will be the main force of this small group, these three hundred warriors, will all follow your pace. If you lose, then take off your splendid armor and put on the same iron armor as they do, and become a part of these warriors. Oliveira, these two hundred people, including the magician, are under your temporary command, and I will give you half an hour to prepare. Half an hour later, right here, the decisive victory.

Yes, Marshal. Oliveira was worthy of being the best son of the Violet family, and he did not hesitate in the face of Seedorf's orders.

Seedorf looked at Oliveira, who was still standing still, what's the matter?

Oliveira exclaimed: Yes, Marshal. I see that you have brought at least one magician. He's a student of the Milan Academy of Martial Arts, like me and most of us who just arrived, so I ask you to let him join us. The mage in charge is not right, assist me in the battle.

Seedorf smiled, and he realized that this violet boy was indeed very smart, even better than he had known, and it was a good idea. At least you've proven to me that you're smart. However, you are wrong. This time, although Ye Yinzhu will fight with you in the future, he does not belong to you, nor is he a part of you. Therefore, I reject your request.

Oliveira was stunned for a moment, and then his eyes looked at Ye Yinzhu, who nodded to him. Looking at this eldest brother who had taught him a lot of military knowledge and generously gave him nine million gold coins a few days ago, he couldn't help but show a smile on his face. For Oliveira, Ye Yinzhu still really admires it. Being able to cultivate to such a level at his age is already an absolute genius.

Oliveira didn't hesitate any longer, because he knew that the longer he could prepare, the better it would be for his side. After saluting Seedorf again, he immediately retreated to his position.

Perhaps because of the strength, for Oliveira's words, these two hundred people are still relatively recognized. Half an hour was in full swing of discussion and hitting.

On the other side, three hundred soldiers, led by Ye Hongyan, were still standing there neatly, under the fiery sun. Ye Yinzhu could even imagine that the temperature of their black iron armor at this time could even bake an egg. But they didn't move. The ground under the feet of some people was already a little wet, and it was sweat flowing from their armor.

Let's go over there and see. Yes, it's interesting, it seems that this time it didn't come in vain. Lishu patted Ye Yinzhu's shoulder and pointed to the shade of the tree on the side.

Ye Yinzhu shook his head and said, "Go ahead." I'll just watch it here. Perhaps because he was infected by those three hundred soldiers, at this time, he preferred to be in the same sunshine as them. Warriors in armor are not afraid, can a magician himself be afraid of the temperature brought by the sun? Although the foreign silver dragon did not bring him all the magic, his ability to react to and regulate the magic elements of the whole system is incomparable to that of ordinary people. The regulation of his own temperature alone is enough to keep him from being affected by the heat.

Half an hour passed quickly, and when the two hundred men on Oliveira's side stood again, they were completely different from before. Under Oliveira's leadership, it was a triangular battle formation, and Oliveira was at the forefront of the triangle, becoming the sharpness of the cone. Behind him, every warrior looked imposing, and the queue was quite neat. Guarded by one hundred and fifty warriors, the fifty magicians were behind them. Firmly covered within the triangular battle formation. If you look closely at Ye Yinxiu, you can see that the thirty people at the front of the triangle battle formation, led by Oliveira, are the strongest among the two hundred.

After being worthy of being a famous family, he was able to come up with such a battle formation in a short period of time, and select the most suitable candidates for different positions in the battle formation, Oliveira really deserved the title of genius in military affairs. His blue-level strength can be brought into full play in such a situation, becoming the edge of the impact later, as long as he breaks through the opponent's formation, although there is a difference of one hundred in numbers, there are as many as fifty magicians on their side, and they can completely defeat the opponent.

Change weapons. Seedorf said in a deep voice.

Soon, from the side warehouse, a total of 500 people on both sides, except for the magician, were replaced by thick wooden weapons. Wooden swords or sticks. Such a weapon will obviously not inflict fatal damage on the opponent, but it will still not have any problems in fighting.

Regrouped, Seedorf stood in the middle of the camp, and when I left the place, the competition officially began. Both of you need to remember that this is not a drill, but a real war. You may use any means of attack other than not to kill. On the battlefield, as long as you can survive, no matter how you do it, it is the right thing. The contest won't end until either of you is completely incapacitated. Got it?

Got it. Although the voices were not uniform this time, they were five hundred.

Purple light flashed, and Seedorf's body was already soaring into the sky. Oliveira reacted quickly and raised his wooden sword aloft for the glory of Milan. Behind him the warriors and magicians chanted at the same time, for the glory of Milan.

Charge. Oliveira was the first to move, the azure fighting spirit was so dazzling, and with the star blue battle armor, it immediately made him the focus of the audience.