Soon, everyone got the news that the Second Army Corps was going to conduct a military exercise.
"Actually, it's not a serious military exercise."
At the dining table, Zhou Li smeared hot sauce on the bread and said to Don Quixote beside him: "I didn't tell you last time for a long time, but in the end we both forgot to look at the Second Legion. Training results. It took several days for the old man to realize what he was doing after he returned home. As soon as we put it together, we thought of holding a private military exercise to show him our abundant martial ethics."
After wiping the remaining chocolate sauce in the bottle with bread, Don Quixote frowned and asked in confusion: "But I have never been in contact with the Second Legion?"
"You are not suitable for the Second Legion."
The hot sauce made by Eluma is more in line with Zhou Li's taste, with a combination of sweet and spicy flavors. Zhou Li swallowed the bread in his mouth and then said: "The Second Legion is more inclined to special operations. You are still suitable to lead the Guardian Shield to face the enemy head-on. I need you to lead the Guardian Shield to fight against the Second Legion tomorrow. Of course, it’s just acting.”
"Well, I have no problem with that."
After eating the slightly sweet chocolate bread, Don Quixote arched his delicate nose, nodded and said: "All the new recruits of the Guardian Shield have been trained, and we have been able to recover to 100%. The strength is about seventy."
"That's enough."
Zhou Li nodded, very pleased with this answer, "This recovery efficiency is already amazing."
"This has always been the case with the Guardian Shield."
Don Quixote didn't take Zhou Li's praise too seriously. She nodded and said calmly: "Are there any requirements for this military exercise?"
"Simple."
Zhou Li tore open the bread, put his elbows on the table, and carefully spread the hot sauce evenly on the bread, "beat it with all your strength."
"Beat until Torea is convinced."
"well?"
Don Quixote stretched out the hand holding the bread and paused for a moment. She looked at Zhou Li with a look of astonishment on her face, "Torrea?"
"yes."
Zhou Li nodded and said matter-of-factly: "The second legion was originally reserved for her. This military exercise is also a time for her to familiarize herself with her legion in advance to avoid jokes in the future."
"Can she do it?"
Faced with this decision, Don Quixote raised a question in his soul, "I'm not saying that Torea is incompetent. She is very strong and her thinking is more flexible than mine. But is she suitable to lead a legion?"
"Treaia is indeed not suitable to lead the legion."
Zhou Li shrugged and agreed with Don Quixote's statement, but then said: "I am referring to your old-fashioned army."
"Old fashioned?"
It’s not that this word is derogatory, Don Quixote is just puzzled by it, “The Guardian Legion has been advancing with the times, both the combat merit system and combat command have been updated, and you have also equipped us with Magical firearms make up for our lack of long-range offensive power, are we still old-fashioned?”
"Yes, if compared with other legions in this world, the Guardian Shield can be said to have evolved in all directions. However, the second legion is completely different from what you think."
Zhou Li picked up the milk and said: "Actually, the Second Legion is my experimental field. My innovations and changes to this legion are crazy. It can be said that the Second Legion is not a genius, but a madman who is too far ahead. .”
"Of course, I can't reveal too much to you now."
Zhou Li took a sip of milk, put down the cup, and said to Don Quixote: "When you get on the stage and start acting, you will understand what I mean."
"good."
What a shit.
In the dense woods, Don Quixote covered the scratch on his right waist, feeling a dull pain in the wound. She looked around cautiously, every nerve tense to the extreme.
Fifty-six minutes, only fifty-six minutes, the Guardian Shield led by him was almost completely wiped out. Except for the three veterans who had lost contact, the rest of the soldiers were either captured, or suffered instantaneous damage and were automatically protected by the void, resulting in a failure.
What kind of monsters are these?
Don Quixote felt neither regret nor anger, only deep doubts in her heart.
There is no underestimation of the enemy, everything is done with all one’s strength. There are no mistakes. Every decision I make is the optimal solution for the current environment. There are no legion problems, all the soldiers of the Guardian Shield are like a whole, and there are no morale problems.
But if you lose, it's just like Levi's, obviously you didn't do anything, but you just sent it.
Don Quixote hid in the dense forest, breathing heavily, with memories flashing in his eyes.
After that conversation, Don Quixote began to study his opponent. She knew that the legion that could be praised by Zhou Li was definitely outstanding, and she could never underestimate this legion.
But the problem is, she doesn't know how to study the Second Legion.
Until now, except for necessary training, the Second Legion has almost never left the underground castle. And Torrea has also been missing for more than half a month, and she has no information about the Second Legion at all. Therefore, for the Second Legion, Don Quixote can only use the existing conditions to analyze it.
First of all, what she can confirm is that the Second Legion must be equipped with magic firearms on a large scale. Secondly, Don Quixote believes that the commander of the second legion should not be Torea.
Yes, for such a huge legion, Don Quixote only had these two clues, and he guessed them himself.
The next day, Don Quixote, who looked helpless, set foot on the military exercise venue with these two clues that even the goblins knew, and began to conduct a military exercise confrontation with his "Miss Deputy".
The military exercise location set up by Zhou Li was a small hill with an altitude of only 400 meters. This hill is an extension of Dusk Forest and nominally belongs to Zhou Li's territory. The hills have a mild climate, are rich in trees and dense jungle. Extremely suitable for guerrilla warfare and setting up ambushes.
When he arrived at the hill called "Anke Mountain", Don Quixote instantly understood Zhou Li's intention. This site is extremely suitable for the fighting style of the Second Legion. The dense jungle will provide them with enough ambush areas, and the winding roads will hinder the march of the Guardian Shield and easily disrupt the formation, providing the Second Legion with more opportunities. Loophole.
However, Don Quixote is not too pessimistic about this, because the current Guardian Shield is no longer the Guardian Shield of the past.
When the second legion arrived on the other side of the mountain, following Zhou Li's instructions, this elite legion began to move towards the top of the mountain. Facing the woods and bushes, their choice is not to avoid, but...
"It doesn't matter, let it go."
Under Don Quixote's gentle instructions, ten soldiers of the Guardian Shield took out a pipe made of strange material. With the press of the switch, boiling flames like dragon's breath suddenly spurted out from the pipe. In the blink of an eye, The extremely high-temperature flames directly evaporated all the trees in front of him, and soon, a vast expanse of white appeared in Zhou Li's eyes not far away.
Yes, without the worry of "a fire on the mountain, the police station at the foot of the mountain", and faced with an environment where it was extremely easy to set up an ambush, Don Quixote followed Zhou Li's advice and chose to follow his own heart - since I can't change , then change the environment.
This approach is simple and crude, but the results are obvious. Under Don Quixote's fire dragon attack, there would be no bushes around her that could hide anyone, not even an extra branch. Moreover, when faced with locations that were far away and easy to set up ambush remotely, Don Quixote directly took out small explosive bombs guided by magic energy and bombed them indiscriminately without any testing.
Soon, Don Quixote arrived at his destination, the top of Anke Mountain, safe and sound. She is convinced that as long as the Guardian Shield controls the top of the mountain, with the bonus of the legion and the long-distance killing capabilities of the firearms, Torea's second legion will never be able to escape the three-axe she developed - indiscriminate bombing and fire coverage. , copy the guy and start cutting.
However, when Don Quixote stood on the top of the mountain and established his own position, she was surprised to find that her army could not capture Torea's army at all.
? ? ?
The landform of Anke Mountain is a standard hill. From the top of the mountain, as long as you have the means to see far away, you can observe any area on the hill. But in Don Quixote's eyes, apart from the traces they left, not even a single footprint could be seen in the entire Anke Mountain.
Did I go to the wrong mountain?
Don Quixote began to have self-doubt. According to the military exercise rules, once leaving Anke Mountain, it would automatically count as abstention. Based on her understanding of Torea, she was definitely not someone who would give up without saying a word. Although Torea has recently learned a lot of escape techniques from Zhou Li, she is not the kind of person who gives up without even fighting.
What's going on?
Just when Don Quixote was wondering, she and her army suddenly felt the earth shaking, accompanied by a deafening roar and bursts of magic energy from the side of the ground. In a flash, purple light suddenly appeared, and Don Quixote There were less than twenty people left in Germany's legion.
It's authentic! !
Don Quixote may never have thought in his life that Torea might have some bj blood in her ancestors.
Don Quixote, who was blown into the air but was not seriously injured thanks to his armor and professional ability, could not figure out how Torrea dug such a long tunnel in ten minutes and was able to hide the traces.
But when she knew the situation was over and was about to enter the jungle to fight guerrillas, Don Quixote's peripheral vision caught sight of the Mana III excavators left by the soldiers in the tunnels, and she understood everything.
You also have an excavator?
After Don Quixote landed, he hurriedly hid in the jungle that she hated, and the remaining Guardian Legion also began to disperse, hoping to gather together for guerrilla warfare after being dispersed. But under the advanced reconnaissance methods of the Second Legion and the leadership of Torea, the remaining remaining soldiers were quickly captured. Those who wanted to resist were unable to resist the second legion's skilled use of firearms.
Only then did Don Quixote understand that the gun was not for him.
Taking advantage of the professional's physical advantages, he moves quickly while pouring bullets towards the target, and at the same time cooperates with his teammates to form a cross-fire network. And deliberately expose the gaps, create traps, wait for the enemy to take the bait, and finally end it with heavy firepower.
In front of the Second Legion, Don Quixote's three-axe tactic was as vulnerable as a child's toy. Almost instantly, Don Quixote was left alone. At this time, she was keenly aware that every soldier of the Second Legion was wearing a small communicator, and every order from Torea would be conveyed in real time.
The victory of magic...
The sun penetrated the dense leaves and fell on Don Quixote's confused face. At this moment, she suddenly understood that when magic energy became mainstream, her Guardian Shield might really be an old thing that would be eliminated by the times, as Zhou Li said.
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Tarik - Northwest Territories - Wilderness - Antelino Mountains
Although it was midsummer outside, there was no sign of the ice and snow melting in this wild area isolated from civilization. Instead, fierce snowstorms continued to blow. Even those western cowboys who are accustomed to this wild land have difficulty resisting the fury of nature.
This white hell-like snowstorm and the extremely harsh living environment in the Andelino Mountains have caused the few residents here to move to the southern border. Although they are suffering from barbaric diseases and cannot enter Tariq, the brilliant civilization in the east, the warm climate and relatively humid environment can also bring them life. But at the same time, Antelino has completely become a dead place.
It was noon at this time, but the sun was obscured in the sky by white snowflakes. A long-abandoned industrial village was swaying in the snowstorm. No one cared about these worthless wooden houses and the tattered furniture.
This village is called Timber Village, which is a very common and boring name. There has been no human sight in this small village for several years. Although there was smoke rising here a year ago, those monsters whose hearts have been eroded by wild germs can no longer be called human beings. Fortunately, those Pinkerton detectives cleaned it up when they passed by, otherwise more innocent passers-by would have been aggravated by the barbaric disease in their bodies.
boom!
With a bang, the rickety door of an abandoned wooden house was kicked open. The blizzard roared and tore the wooden door apart, and the wooden door also made an overwhelmed sound. But fortunately, that rough hand finally closed the door, blocking the terrifying white disaster from the outside world.
The man threw the things on his shoulders to the ground, moved his somewhat stiff wrists, then took off the deerskin hat on his head and shook off the snowflakes on it. The man was wearing a thick cashmere coat, and it was obvious that he was not one to take good care of himself. His sparkling green eyes scanned the wooden house. Soon, he found the fireplace buried under the ruins. He threw the surrounding flammable objects in, snapped his fingers, and threw the flame on the fireplace. among.
Sitting next to the fireplace, the coldness quickly dissipated. The man breathed a sigh of relief, took off his coat, propped it aside on a pole, and began to use the warmth of the fireplace to bake the snow on top. After a while, the man stood up, his bones making a crackling sound. He picked up the things he had just carried and started a new job.
In the light of the fire, what was originally on the man's shoulders was revealed. It was a "deer" covered with metal chunks all over its body, and countless hard objects shining with strange light were exposed on the surface. This is the prey that the man has just caught. These metal pieces are one of the raw materials for making Tarik crystals - lustrous metal.
What the man had to do was to smash the metal from the monster that almost tore him apart, and then cut off the edible meat from the deer to feed others. As for the smashed metal, it had to be sold to the Pinkerton detectives from Tarik.
At this moment, there was a knock on the door. The man just responded and continued to deal with this difficult and strange deer with his head down. With the creaking of the door open, the old man entered the wooden house, and a hoarse voice sounded in the house.
"After you left, little Joseph's barren disease broke out completely, and we freed him. If you have time, cut off the figure crystals from little Joseph's body. He won't like to carry those disgusting things into the grave. .”
The man's movement of swinging the knife stiffened for a moment. He did not speak, but just nodded, and then Xu continued his movements. The old man looked at him, complex emotions flashing in his eyes. He wanted to say something, but when it came to his lips, all that was left was this man's name.
"Arthur, Morgan."
