Time passed little by little, and Lu Mingfei gradually adapted to the current intensity.

With both his speed and rate of fire greatly reduced, he is no longer hit by rubber balls like before, and can now dodge and shoot back.

The boy found that as long as he overcame his psychological panic, the difficulty of this special training was actually a little easier than the daily training.

The rubber ball flying out of the barrel is like Uncle Xia's smash on the badminton court and table tennis table, but the speed is not as good as it, and the sense of oppression is far from it, as long as you concentrate, you can capture the trajectory of the movement.

The jeep, which only maintained a speed of 15km/h at the beginning, was not as good as Lao Xia Tou, who rushed forward with the ball on the court in terms of visual impact.

It wasn't until this time that he knew that Lao Xia Tou hadn't lied to him, it was really just a simple model.

Before he could be moved, Xia Di, who was passing by by mistake, turned the head of the car and pressed the horn to remind: "Pay attention, the difficulty is escalated, and the next step will be the general mode." ”

"Come on." Lu Mingfei stood in the center of the circle, a confident light in his eyes.

As Uncle Xia said, this is just a game, he only needs to slowly accumulate experience points to improve his proficiency, so that he can adapt to the rising difficulty of the game, and finally win the game.

"Boom ——!!!"

The jeep that got the response roared, and the speed of the car directly doubled, and the barrel of the gun also changed from two sprays per second to four sprays per second.

The wide wheels rubbed against the ground, raised a little gravel and grass clippings, and crashed towards Lu Mingfei at the speed of the athlete's 100-meter sprint, which did not mean to let him adapt a little bit gradually.

Lu Mingfei, who tried his best to dodge but still received a ball in his head, was a little confused, and when he raised his eyes, he found that the jeep had been killed in front of him, and he quickly rolled sideways to dodge, and his clean clothes were stained with dust and grass clippings.

Lu Mingfei, who was slightly embarrassed, got up from the ground, looked at Xia Di, who had adjusted his direction after drifting and flicking his tail, and silently took back the emotion just now.

If he expected it to be true, he wouldn't be able to ask for this dress after today.

“……”

Fingal, who peeped at a different tree in the distance, watched the crazy interaction between people and cars, and felt as if he was watching a play adapted from "Don Quixote", and the future student was the crazy knight who charged towards the windmill.

But fortunately, the junior brother doesn't have a brain problem like the knight, and he knows how to hide when the car hits him.

"Is this some kind of Spartan training?" Fingal scratched his head, unable to imagine the state of mind of the two parties.

If this was Maozi's territory, he would think that it was nothing more than that, but this is Huaxia, and their education policy doesn't seem to be so extreme!

I was about to take out the DV camera and film this suspected scene of abusing the teenager as evidence, but there was a sudden sense of crisis in my heart, as if something was lurking quietly behind him, ready to launch a deadly attack at any time.

Sensing that something was wrong, Fingal, who was half-squatting in the tree, moved his ears slightly, sniffed, and confirmed that it was not some reptile behind him, so he decisively reflexively kicked backwards.

Although his posture is a little awkward, as a top half-breed, he is still explosive with a kick, even a baseball bat made of high cemented carbide can be kicked and broken.

But this powerful kick only hit the trunk of the tree, and there was nothing behind him at all, as if the sense of crisis just now did not come from this.

The branches and leaves of the big tree that had been kicked for no reason trembled, and the bark was cracked, and there was no other abnormality.

Wrong!

Fingal's iron-gray eyes stared at the large footprints, and he was sure that something was staring at him behind his back.

"Could it be that guy is warning me not to take secret pictures?" Fingal suspected that the sense of crisis was brought about by the Vampire Scythe, but it always felt that things were not so simple.

He scanned around quietly, surrounded by lush trees, and couldn't see anything lurking inside.

Just when the situation was at a stalemate, suddenly an inexplicable wave enveloped him, as if he had broken some kind of boundary and came to another world.

The sky darkened in the blink of an eye, and a light rain began to fall, and Fingal crouched on the branches and listened to the rustle of the raindrops on the leaves, his eyes gloomy and terrifying.

This familiar feeling made him feel as if he was back in that cold place, and his blood was on the verge of boiling.

But there's no bone-chilling cold here, only the rain that doesn't melt away.

"Nibelungen ......," Fingal muttered under his breath, looking through the gaps in the leaves of the trees to see the valley ahead that seemed to have been bathed in thunder and fire.

With blackened rocks, carbonized trees, cracked earth, and deep pits everywhere, Fingal suspects that he has broken into the remnants of the Dragonlord's battlefield.

Since he had been pulled to someone else's territory, there was no need for him to continue to hide, and he jumped directly from the tree.

"Bang!"

Fingal, who wanted to land in style, fell to the ground, looking at the shell casings rolling in front of him, his eyes were a little dazed.

He obviously looked at the ground just now and jumped down after confirming that there was nothing, why was there an extra yellow shell shell under his feet as soon as he landed?

Standing up with his ankles in sharp pain, Fingal didn't have to look around to see that the area he was in was littered with empty shells, each one larger than his biceps.

"How is it that the Axis and the Allies also fought in the Nibelungen?" Fingal was shocked by this shocking scene, if so many shells could be used in modern warfare, it would have to be a war of annihilation.

Picking up one and examining it carefully, Fingal confirmed that it was freshly baked, and it was estimated that the firing time would not exceed 24 hours, and the valley was filled with a smell of gunpowder that could not be dispersed at all.

"Could it be that the army on a mission strayed into the Nibelungen and got into trouble with the dragons here?" Fingal's mind had just risen and quickly denied it, there was not a single corpse here, there were no stumps and severed arms, not even traces of carrying the axle load, it was certainly impossible for the army and the dragon to be in this fire.

Lame forward a few steps, he found that the mountain stream in front of him had long since dried up, and there were traces of artillery bombardment everywhere, and there were many huge cracks in the mountain wall that seemed to have been cut out.

"What the hell is going on here?"

Fingal raised his eyes and looked around, a little suspicious that it was the handiwork of the Huaxia Executive Branch, he heard that the people here preferred to wash the floor by artillery fire.

"Stepping on ......"

The sound of horses' hooves sounded behind him, and Fingal looked back to see herds of alpacas coming out of the tree-lined paths not far away.

They chewed large leaves and carrots in their mouths, and looked at him with curiosity and a little stupidity, as if wondering who this man was.

Behind them, a tall figure in dark golden armor and a metal mask on his face, holding a guillotine about two meters long, his eyes radiating a brilliant golden light.

Fingal looked at the long guillotine in the other party's hand, and then at his defenseless self, and couldn't help but fall into deep thought:

Isn't the gap in equipment between us and us a little too big?

Didn't I really travel to the set of the Grim Reaper?

Why is the guy on the other side holding a grunt knife?

(End of chapter)