Night, winter night.

In the company camp of the Eternal City, the flames of greed are burning.

Thirteen men with their upper bodies lined up in front of the campfire, people close to them, trying to get as close to the flames as possible.

Although the snowmelt is the coldest time of the year, who can shout "no freezing" when you are pestle naked like this on the ground full of snowflakes?

Even the most burly, full and solid iron dog with full and solid muscles was so cold that the tips of his teeth trembled slightly, and his skin and flesh were all red, not to mention Sun Yongwen, who was already inferior in physique.

Iron Dog and Sun Yongwen, like the other twelve people here, have all joined the Ink Rain Hall in the past half a year, but it has been stormy recently, and they have been selected in the ice and snow.

This is the company camp where Moyutang is trained, and all the new children must undergo a cruel test in the company camp, and the fittest can arrange to start working in each room according to the situation.

Of course, the brutal period in the company camp depended entirely on the ability of one person.

Usually people can be successfully placed in any gatehouse after a month of torture, but there are also some people who are too weak to escape from the company camp for a long time, and after suffering half a year's devastation, they can't bear it after all.

The fastest record in the company camp has always been held by Meng Qingyi.

It only took seven days for Meng Qingyi to leave this place.

No one would fail to admire Meng Qingyi's ability, because it only took him three years to occupy a place among the five knives in the Great Wilderness.

No one will question whether Meng Qingyi relied on his father's prestige to enjoy the privilege, because the instructor of the company camp is Mu Li, and the "black-faced" Mu Li.

As the head of the battalion, Mu Li has always been ruthless, and he is not smiling, and he is only trying to ravage and whip him wholeheartedly, and the "Thirteen Disciplines of Blood" developed by him is the common memory of every Moyutang disciple, like a lingering nightmare.

Only when you graduate from the company camp and meet Mu Li in the rest of the Moyu Hall, it seems that you can look at a smile with a little emotion.

But no one could stand it.

For everyone, there seems to be a deeper treacherous and ruthless behind Mu Li's smile.

Of course, the current Mu Li will not laugh.

In fact, Mu Li has not only never smiled recently, but has even been forever bruised, looking at everything with solemnity, which is a few degrees colder than the scorching snow in winter.

Of course, all this is inseparable from the fiasco half a month ago.

When Yinjunfang comes, it can't be stopped, and when Yinjunfang leaves, it can't be stopped.

Although only one Mrs. Lu died, and although the entire Moyutang did not necessarily lose a single soldier or a general in this fiasco, the morale had already fallen unconsciously.

What's more, there are still people who can't help but be depressed when they die in the battle with Qinghualou half a year ago and Liang Luyu, who was attacked by Kou Wenzhan in the battle with Qinghualou.

Now the gang that holds the bull's ear in the wilderness has indeed not ushered in a victory for a long time.

As for Mu Li, he was the one who really and completely lost.

Of course, you can find all the excuses to excuse it.

Xiang Shaotong is unintentional! Xiang Shaotong is unprepared! Xiang Shaotong doesn't care about his comrades!

All excuses, after all, will only be exchanged for the disdain of others.

Mu Li couldn't stop the people of Yinjunfang led by Xiang Shaotong from breaking into the ancestral hall, which was his biggest sin.

Therefore, there was hatred in Mu Li's eyes, and now these hateful eyes were staring at the thirteen people on the ground.