Dark Moon Era

Chapter 727: Mud on the soles of feet

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"Gather Qi."

"ha!"

The hot sunshine shines directly on the huge training ground, the temperature has reached as high as fifty-seven degrees, and this is not the hottest summer.

But this is normal. The weather in Iron Blood City requires the most imagination to adapt to it.

The young men of the Spark Brigade have been here for almost two years, and undoubtedly they already have rich imaginations about the climate here.

A standard armor with a special coating that can change color according to the environment.

Weighing up to three hundred kilograms, it can quickly transform into a compound bow, a spear, a pair of knives, or even a volley gun, the latest standard weapon that can be transformed into a climbing tool according to different fighting methods.

At this time, the high temperature has become a boost.

Think about it, in such a temperature, wearing a metal pimple, the heat accumulated, if it were worn by ordinary people in pre-civilization, it would probably be burned, right

Although this volley gun is a good thing, and its weight of 300 kilograms is not a burden for everyone, but in such a temperature, it has to be held for forty minutes, even with the slight angle of the gun tip. If there is no change at all, it will definitely be torture.

But this is not worth complaining. Extreme training is originally the regular training of the Spark Brigade. If you can't survive this, will you still be worthy of having a number here

As for the standard armor and volley gun, they should not be regarded as a burden. In fact, the equipment of the Spark Brigade should be considered the best in the entire Steel Blood City.

Because whether it is the standard armor or the volley gun, it is the latest weapon of Steel Blood City. It is said that it was designed by a mysterious genius boy. Due to material and funding problems, it is only equipped with the Spark Brigade now.

How good this armor and volley gun are, only the members of the Spark Brigade have the best say.

It's just that in the current training, some team members will inevitably mutter, why don't the upper levels of Steel Blood City open the remaining functions of the armor and volley gun

Well, that's all the remaining functions of the volley gun. It sounds rather tasteless and weird to say the least.

After all, the members of the Spark Brigade all have standard military rations during operations, and are not keen on turning their weapons into cooking utensils when necessary.

It is said that the genius boy designed this function out of his feelings. Since it’s related to feelings, it’s hard to evaluate.

But as long as this standard armor named 'Lingyun Armor' is equipped with a small universal energy stone, it will have a temperature adjustment function. Why not use it

Especially in these temperatures!

The upper management of Steel Blood City will probably not respond to these questions, but there are rumors that the reason why these functions are not open is Steel Blood City's intention. Because a certain general said - fighting is not about enjoyment!

'Breathe', Shasa took a breath, abandoned the distracting thoughts in his mind, and began to concentrate on gathering Qi.

As the sound of gathering energy echoed throughout the training ground, something like a wooden stake rose in front of everyone.

But it just looks like a wooden stake. In fact, this thing is a huge investment made by Steel Blood City. It uses the most powerful memory metal of the Purple Moon era and combines it with a top-secret technology. It is specially created for Purple Moon warriors of the third level and above. training pile.

Why can the Spark Brigade be used? There is no need to elaborate on this reason.

"Full force - one blow!" The instructor's voice echoed in the training ground again.

"Roar!" All the members of the Spark Brigade let out a chorus of cheers, and slammed the volley guns in their hands at the training pile in front of them.

The volley gun has a certain degree of elasticity, and this attack also involves a great deal of skill. It is not a complete use of brute force, but the use of skill to make the elastic volley gun vibrate at high speed, and then use the shock. Use your own strength to hit the training pile in front of you.

It is said that this is a set of gun skills suitable for the battlefield developed by Iron Blood City based on the gun skills passed down from ancient China.

Anyone who has been on the battlefield knows that when facing the impact of "thousands of troops", heavy weapons are the best to use, at least to ensure that the output is effective.

However, the disadvantage of heavy weapons is that long-term use will cause a waste of power. After weighing the balance, a moderately weighted spear becomes the first choice. Spear skills are something that every member of the Spark Brigade must master.

With one blow, the training pile in front of Shasa cracked. The crack spread from the top to one-third of the entire training pile.

Seeing this result, Shasa sighed slightly in his heart.

But he couldn't allow him to think too much. The instructor's voice echoed in the training ground again: "Full force - two strikes!"

The posture of everyone holding the gun changed again, this time it became a training stake stabbed in front of them with all their strength.

"Full force—three strikes."

"Four strikes."

The instructor's voice was like a war drum on the battlefield, one after another, urging all the team members without giving them a chance to breathe.

No team member dares to neglect. Each week's gun skills training results will be recorded, affecting many things in the next week.

The extremely energy-consuming standard twenty-one blows were completed in just three minutes, and the expensive training pile miraculously recovered as before, and then shrank into the ground again.

At the same time, a projection appeared in front of the team, with many names densely arranged on it.

There is no doubt that Liszt's name is still number one.

After staying in the rankings for five minutes, after everyone saw their own rankings clearly, Liszt appeared again in the projection.

As the first one, as usual, a scene of him training his spear skills will be played.

This is glory.

And for soldiers, isn’t the most important thing is glory? The teenagers present have all entered the Spark Brigade for two years, and are destined to change from teenagers to young adults here. The concept of military glory has long been implanted in their hearts.

Shasa's eyes were shining with light. Every blow of Liszt in the picture was so powerful. He tried his best and could only destroy one third of the training piles. Under Liszt's gun, they were destroyed directly and completely. .

"It gets better every time. It looks like Liszt's training stakes will be upgraded again." Shasa's face was full of admiration. It took everyone's hard work to catch up with Liszt and use the level 2 training stakes. , but who would have thought that Liszt would once again use his strength to leave everyone behind.

Of course, there is no Korean star in the training this time. I wonder what kind of results he will achieve? Maybe use a level 3 training stake too

Even if you dislike him very much, you must admit that that guy is Liszt's biggest opponent and has some ability to fight against Liszt!

Fortunately, that guy was detained for fifteen days, and his annoying team members were also detained for seven days.

Thinking of this, Shasa was inexplicably happy. Even though he had no personal grudges with Han Xing, he inexplicably rejected Han Xing just because Han Xing was Liszt's opponent.

But it is not difficult to understand that this is the dog-licking mentality. It seems that the more he grins at Han Xing, the more Liszt can look up to him.

"Disarmed." The scene of Liszt's gun skills training was quickly played, and today's three hours of extreme physical training also came to an end.

After disbanding their equipment and disbanding on the spot, the teenagers finally ushered in the most relaxing dusk of the day.

Have an hour of free time before meals.

Noises and laughter resounded throughout the entire training ground in an instant. The disbanded teenagers quickly gathered into small groups according to their relationship distance, and began to enjoy the most precious time of the day, arm in arm.

Undoubtedly, there are the most people surrounding Liszt.

It took Shasa a long time to squeeze into the center of the crowd. He did not have the courage to talk to Liszt directly. Instead, he looked at Henk with a flattering smile: "Brother Henk, I will go to the canteen to occupy an area for you now." seat?"

The Spark Brigade has gathered a total of 3,000 top talented teenagers. What's terrible is that the cafeteria prepared for the teenagers only has 1,000 seats.

That is to say, meals will be divided into three batches. Although there is essentially no quality difference in the meals arranged, the meat is mainly the meat of first-level ferocious beasts, and the drinking water is second-level drinking water, with various fruits and vegetables. Although miscellaneous grains are not so luxurious as to use ferocious plants as materials, they are also the kind that are full of energy.

But the difference in taste is huge.

The first batch will be delicious dishes made by chefs who are good at cooking without losing nutritional energy.

The second batch was made by ordinary cooks, so we can’t say whether it’s delicious or not.

As for the third batch, it is processed according to the military rations. The beast meat will be dried directly, and the vegetables, fruits and grains will not be processed in any way. They will be washed and finished.

Regarding this arrangement, the talented teenagers complained at first, but after only a few days they found that complaining had no effect, because this kind of secret competition was everywhere, including the beds where they slept.

After all, geniuses cannot be treated like ordinary troops. During their growth period, competition is the most important thing. When natural selection selects a few top leaders, they will naturally condense into a team. Terrible team!

It is because of the existence of this rule that Shasa has such an opportunity to please. In addition, he can also get benefits, that is, he can legitimately get the opportunity to eat in the first batch.

After all, in the name of occupying a seat for Liszt, who else would be so ignorant as to grab it besides Han Xing’s team

Moreover, Korean stars are still being imprisoned now!

Shasa's flattering smile became more and more humble. He thought this was a sign that even the upper echelons of Iron Blood City were leaning toward Liszt.

But Shasa and Liszt ignored it.

With a friendly smile, he was naturally talking to the captain of the second team. What was he talking about? It's just that in the eyes of some young people, this smile will feel weird every time they see it, because the arc of this smile and the feeling of this smile are like Tang Ling's smile on that last day.

Why did Liszt imitate? Or did he not even realize he was imitating

But no one reminded Liszt of this. The situation was stronger than the people. Wouldn't talking about this obviously offend Liszt

Henk stood next to Liszt, looked at Shasa, suppressed a trace of disgust in his heart, and said politely and indifferently: "Sorry to trouble you, we may be late."

"It doesn't matter how late it is." Shasa answered excitedly, turned around, squeezed out of the crowd, and ran towards the canteen.

This also means that in the next hour of precious free time, Shasa will sit in the cafeteria like a fool.

But what does it matter? There are so many people who want to reserve a seat for Liszt. Such an opportunity does not come often.

Looking at Shasa's leaving figure, Henk finally couldn't help but reveal a trace of disgust in his eyes. With Liszt's strong rise in the past two years, especially after he established his position as the number one young genius on the road to the God of War. , there are more and more such villains around him.

Everyone knows that such a villain is not reliable. If Liszt loses power, they will fall out faster than turning over a book.

But Liszt didn't care.

"A king needs to gain momentum, whether it is true or false, as long as he can gain unanimous support."

"And with more support, the road to becoming a king will gradually take shape."

Of course what Liszt said makes sense, and becoming a king is Liszt's greatest wish in life, so Henk naturally wants to help Liszt protect it.

Even this ambition was almost killed by Tang Ling. But God seemed to be siding with Liszt and Tang Ling's death, and his resurrected ambition naturally burned even more vigorously.

Isn't it a good thing to show off your talents so early and without concealment? Henk was really thinking about Liszt, and he couldn't help but frowned as he thought about it.

"What are you thinking about?" At this time, Liszt's voice interrupted Henk's thinking.

"It's nothing, it was too noisy just now." Henk did not express his thoughts. Now Liszt may not be able to listen to these words calmly, even for him.

"It doesn't matter, the annoying fly has gone away." Liszt picked his ears nonchalantly.

As long as he showed a hint of impatience, the flies would fly away. He enjoyed this feeling very much.

Is this how the king's control should be

Sure enough, the group of people who had been surrounding Liszt had dispersed, and only the talented young men from the heroic families were following Liszt from a distance of more than ten meters.

And the only person who is qualified to walk side by side with Liszt, inseparable, everyone knows is Henk.

"Where are we going?" Henk asked naturally. As usual, Liszt will not waste any minute. He must make full use of every minute to become stronger. Few people know that unless necessary , Liszt did not have the so-called free hour of rest.

Although he seems a little arrogant these days, he has not lost his reason and his wisdom.

But the content of Liszt's practice is different every day. In view of this, Henk asked this question.

Facing Henk's question, Liszt smiled and walked quickly forward, while Henk quickly followed.

"Today, I unexpectedly want to rest." Liszt said this.

"Then go to the bathhouse?" Henk replied casually. The bathhouse is indeed the favorite place for the teenagers of the Spark Brigade.

There is a natural hot spring there that can relieve fatigue, restore physical strength, and accelerate recovery from injuries.

In addition, it is also equipped with pre-civilized steam rooms and entertainment rooms, where teenagers can enjoy some pre-civilized entertainment, such as game consoles, chess and cards, and some ball games.

"What's the point there? It's just a pointless waste of time." Liszt was not satisfied with Henk's answer and raised his eyebrows.

"So?" Henk already had the answer in his mind, but he didn't want to say it.

"Let's go visit an old friend." Liszt smiled. Han Xing has been imprisoned for seven days. He has been busy before. Wouldn't it be rude to not have time to visit this old friend

"I want to go to the library." Henk frowned slightly, obviously he had no interest in visiting his old friends.

"What? Are you dissatisfied with my approach?" Liszt was a little unhappy.

"I don't care, it's just that with your current strength, there is really no need to suppress him in this way." Henk said more directly, and he was the only one who dared to speak like this to Liszt.

But even with Henk, Liszt still showed a look of dissatisfaction. He was silent for a while before saying: "Henk, can you put away your unnecessary kindness? A king is not a fool who can only show off his muscles. He You must know how to maneuver, is there anything wrong with training yourself on a stumbling block?”

It should be right? Henk couldn't say anything to refute, he could only say: "You are right, but I really have no interest in facing Korean stars. If I have this time, I would rather go to the library."

There was anger in Liszt's eyes, but he calmed down again when he looked at Henk's green eyes.

He knew that Henk would not betray him, and as a king, he must also allow a small soft place in his heart to be reserved for such a few people who can be trusted.

"Okay, go ahead." Liszt suppressed his dissatisfaction.

Hunk nodded and turned around.

At this time, Liszt stopped Henk: "Wait a moment, and take some time to contact a flying dragon."

"Yeah." Henk nodded and left.

Feilong has undoubtedly become an important piece in Liszt's overall chess game. Although Liszt didn't value Feilong very much at first, and there was always a thorn in his heart. Feilong had been inexplicably involved with Tang Ling.

Fortunately, Tang Ling is dead. Whatever involvement he had during his lifetime will disappear with Tang Ling's death.

Otherwise, now that Feilong has exerted such great potential, Liszt will really have a headache, because he will not be able to put too much trust in Feilong.

Fortunately, God really favored him. Once Tang Ling died, many problems seemed to be solved and his life became smoother.

Perhaps Tang Ling's appearance was a test from God! Moreover, it also reminds me to stay awake at all times. The road to becoming a king will never be smooth sailing.

**

Han Xing licked his dry lips and half-sat on the ground with his knees bent.

The room he was in was not too small, about seven or eight square meters, but there was always a blue light surrounding his body.

The range of blue light is limited, and within this limited range, Han Xing cannot stand straight, lie flat, and cannot fully stretch even when sitting.

This is the so-called confinement room, where people must stay in an oppressed posture at all times. In the Purple Moon era, ordinary rooms can no longer confine evolved humans, let alone Purple Moon warriors

So, this confinement blue light appeared.

Han Xing smiled bitterly. He really admired the Iron Blood City for putting so much effort into this kind of punishment and designing such a torturous thing.

In addition to being extremely oppressive, the Korean star will be whipped ten times every three hours.

Don't doubt that the power of this whip can definitely bring some damage to Han Xing, who is already a third-level Purple Moon warrior. Of course, the damage is not big. With Han Xing's self-healing ability, he will recover quickly, but the pain on his skin will not be enough. It is inevitable.

What's even more frightening is that this blue light will block the light source, and others can see Han Xing clearly, but Han Xing, in this blue light, can only see darkness.

In short, no matter how advanced the punishment technology is, it is actually derived from the confinement chamber of pre-civilization.

And I heard that in pre-civilized confinement rooms, very few people could survive seven days in them, and more than seven days would torture people into psychosis.

This is without caning.

"Tone your will." Han Xing was imprisoned by Li Lie himself. Before leaving, Li Lie meaningfully said this to Han Xing.

And this sentence, and the thirty minutes of blue light removal time every day, became the motivation for Han Xing to persevere.

After all, Steel Blood City is still worried about these talented young people and has set aside thirty minutes of relief time for fear of accidents happening to them.

"Is today's free time coming?" Han Xing's uniform was in tatters, no doubt caused by whipping.

But apart from being able to dress with due dignity, you are not allowed to bring anything with you when you are in solitary confinement, not even a timer.

Han Xing was not Tang Ling. He had no instinct for precision and could only estimate time in the dark.

'Ta-ta-ta', the sound of footsteps comes from far to near.

Han Xing was a little happy when he heard the footsteps.

During thirty minutes of free time, someone will bring food and water. Han Xing needs to solve all problems in these thirty minutes.

No matter what, the sound of footsteps means that free time is coming.

But as the footsteps approached, Han Xing's expression changed and became angry.

Because he heard that the footsteps belonged to Liszt.

How ironic that they were irreconcilable enemies, yet so familiar that they could not mishear each other's footsteps.

The person who came was none other than Liszt. As the perennial number one and the best Spark Soldier, he had many privileges, including coming to the solitary room. This was so real in the Iron Blood City.

Looking at Han Xing who was wrapped in blue light, Liszt raised a mocking smile at the corner of his mouth, and there was an uncontrollable trace of hatred in his eyes.

There is no other way. When I see Han Xing, I will think of Tang Ling and the humiliation and uneasiness that Tang Ling gave me.

"I envy you. At least there is no danger if you stay here." Liszt spoke in a mocking tone.

As Liszt spoke, the darkness in front of Han Xing's eyes disappeared, and the blue light surrounding him turned into a light spot, gathering above Han Xing's head.

"I really underestimated you. I didn't expect that you would be so despicable that you would even cause trouble during thirty minutes of free time. Do you really care about me that much?" Han Xing raised his head. The sudden light made his eyes severely uncomfortable. He He blocked the light and half-squinted his eyes, but even so, he wanted to make some sarcastic remarks about Liszt.

The rules will not change, and the thirty minutes of free time every day will not be increased due to any special circumstances.

When Liszt comes to 'visit' him, the time he takes up will be counted as free time, and with Liszt's privileges, he can visit Han Xing for twenty minutes.

Only ten minutes of free time were left for Han Xing.

"Concerned about you?" Faced with Han Xing's ridicule, Liszt didn't care at all, but found it funny.

"You should understand that only the dead Tang Ling will make me have any scruples. As for you, what qualifications do you have?" Liszt deliberately emphasized the pronunciation of the word 'dead' very hard, and then gently He straightened his collar and looked very relaxed.

Han Xing stood up. He originally wanted to move his stiff body, but when he heard the words "dead Tang Ling", his movements obviously paused and his expression became angry.

But soon, Han Xing calmed down.

Two and a half years later, he has almost accepted this fact, and confrontation with Liszt has become the norm. He is no longer as easily affected by this incident as he was before, and became furious because of it.

Perhaps it was Han Xing's mediocre performance that made Liszt feel bored. He started pacing back and forth in front of the iron bars of the solitary room: "Yes, what qualifications do you have? A little trick can get you hooked."

"How does it feel to lie in the snow for three days and three nights?"

Han Xing moved his body silently. He didn't want to waste his precious free time because of people like Liszt.

"I think it doesn't matter to you, right? After all, you are just a reckless bull. Although you have no brains, you have muscles."

Han Xing took a deep breath and ignored Liszt at all.

"But I think it doesn't matter to you, but what about your teammates? They were implicated by a captain like you. Not only did they lie down with you wasting time in the snow for three days and three nights, but they were also imprisoned for seven days."

"Actually, for us now, every minute is precious. After all, is there any better period of growth than this stage? You wasted your teammates' time for ten days. It's because of your stupidity." Liszt That's an understatement.

But Han Xing had stopped all his movements, and stared at Liszt with burning anger in his eyes.

Liszt didn't care and continued: "You can't refute, right? And you shouldn't care. Anyway, your teammates have been suppressed because of you, and it's not the only time they have been implicated. And it's me who suppressed you, and this matter is nothing. secret."

At this point, Liszt paused for a moment, shook his head and curled his lips, then looked at Han Xing and whispered: "But, what can you do? It's enough to be pressed in the mud and rubbed all the time, and you also have to hurt others. Without Tang Ling , you are just a dog, I won’t lie to you.”

"Shut up!" Han Xing was completely angry and rushed to the iron fence, trying to grab Liszt's shirt.

But Liszt took a step back in time to avoid Han Xing. The furious Han Xing suddenly opened the iron fence in front of him, which could not contain him at all.

Looking at this scene, Liszt's eyes were full of sneers.

Too much plot, but it will be extremely exciting later on, I think so.

(End of chapter)