What a Iron Lion. Ye Yinzhu's heart was awe-inspiring, and at the same time, he couldn't help admiring Seedorf. If his Zither City could also have such an army, it would not need to be many, and four thousand people would be enough. If that's the case, then even if you face ten times as many enemies, you still have the confidence to fight.
Seedorf showed a rare smile, which was gratified and proud. When his gaze turned to the other two hundred fighters, it had turned cold again.
Marshal Seedorf, and Maldini are well-known in Milan. Maldini is known as the Shield of Milan, while Seedorf's nickname is the Sword of Milan. The extremely sharp sword of Milan.
Seeing the marshal, the previous looseness disappeared, and the two hundred soldiers, including fifty magicians among them, all stood in awe. Although the formation was not neat, there was no hint of laughter on their faces at this time. Those who can be selected to come here are all Jingying. It's just that there is a lot of arrogance in their hearts.
Seedorf looked at the soldiers in front of him indifferently, "Oliviera, come out."
"Yes." Oliveira took a standard step, three big strides, and walked out of the queue. The star blue armor on his body suddenly brought a string of blue light and shadow under the sunlight.
"Tell me, what were you doing just now." Seedorf said calmly and coldly.
Oliveira's expression was solemn, and he didn't even look at Ye Yinzhu next to Seedorf, "We are waiting for your arrival. We are waiting for your instruction."
Seedorf nodded and stepped forward slowly. Although he walked very slowly, every step seemed to contain the truth of heaven and earth, calm and powerful.
Seedorf didn't stop until he reached Oliveira. His eyes swept over Oliveira first. Then look at the warriors and magicians who came here with him.
"You are all elites of the younger generation of the empire. Being here means that you are ready to sacrifice for the glory of the empire. In my eyes, each of you is a warrior of the empire and an inheritor of the glory of Milan. I, Imperial Marshal Seedorf, I salute you." While speaking, Seedorf stamped his right foot vigorously, raised his right hand straight in front of him, and pointed at the sky obliquely. Standard Milanese military salute.
Joining him in the military salute were the three hundred soldiers behind him. Same pose, same uniformity.
The salute is over. Seedorf and his soldiers put down their right hands at the same time, and their awe-inspiring expressions suddenly turned fierce. At this time, he was like an invincible sword, and his surging and majestic murderous intent instantly enveloped the audience, and the lavender light scattered in all directions. Out, without the slightest concealment.
Bearing the brunt of the brunt, Oliveira couldn't help snorting. It took three steps back to barely stand still. The blue grudge on his body has been released with all his strength. Others are far less than him, but at a greater distance. For a moment, the green-based vindictiveness and magic colors lit up at the same time, resisting Seedorf's aura.
Seedorf was still standing there. As if nothing had been done, the tremendous pressure did not weaken at all, and he said coldly: "I salute you because of your courage to come here and your determination to maintain the glory of Milan. You feel ashamed. Do you look like you are going to be warriors who want to protect the glory of Milan?" Turning around sharply, he pointed his right hand at the three hundred black-armored warriors, and his eyes became sharper, "Who are they?"
The two hundred people headed by Oliveira didn't say a word, because they didn't know how to answer.
"They are your comrades-in-arms, comrades-in-arms who share life and death. What was your attitude just now? Do you look down on them? Oliveira, answer me."
Oliveira also stomped his feet and raised his hands, giving Seedorf a military salute to Milan, "No."
Seedorf snorted coldly, "No, I'm afraid it's just you alone. After more than a month, you will fight together and stand on the same battlefield. If there is a gap now, it will turn into a devastating situation on the battlefield. I am a very straightforward person. Since I am not convinced, you might as well have a contest. If you win, then well, you will be the main force of this small group from now on. These three hundred fighters will all follow your footsteps Go forward. If you lose, then, take off your gorgeous armor, put on the same armor as theirs, and become a part of these warriors. Oliveira, these two hundred people, including the magician, You will be in command temporarily, and I will give you half an hour to prepare. After half an hour, you will be here, and the decisive victory will be won."
"Yes, Marshal." Oliveira was indeed the most outstanding child of the Violet family, and he did not hesitate to face Seedorf's order.
Seedorf looked at Oliveira who was still standing there motionless, "What? Is there any problem?"
Oliveira said loudly: "Yes, Marshal. I saw that you brought at least one magician. Like me and most of the people we just arrived, he is a student of the Milan Academy of Magic and Martial Arts. So, I ask you to let him join our camp. The mage in charge is wrong, help me fight together."
Seedorf smiled, and he found that the kid from the Violet family was really smart, even better than he knew, "This is a good idea. At least you proved to me your knowledge of people. But, you are wrong Yes. This time, although Ye Yinzhu will cooperate 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 only then did he look at Ye Yinzhu, who nodded to him. Looking at this big brother who had taught him a lot of military knowledge and generously "gifted" nine million gold coins to him a few days ago, he couldn't help showing a smile on his face. For Oliveira, Ye Yinzhu still really admires him. To be able to cultivate to such a level at his age is already an absolute genius.
Oliveira didn't hesitate anymore, because he knew that the longer the preparation time, the better it would be for his side. After saluting to Seedorf again, he immediately retreated to the front line.
Perhaps because of strength, these two hundred people still relatively recognized Oliveira's words. For half an hour, there were intense discussions and hits.
On the other side, 300 soldiers, headed by Ye Hongyan, still stood there neatly under the scorching sun. Ye Yinzhu could even imagine that the temperature of their black armor could even cook an egg. But they remained motionless. The ground under some people's feet is already a little wet, which is the sweat flowing from the armor.
"Let's go over there to see. Yes, it's really interesting, it seems that this time it's not in vain." Li Sha patted Ye Yinzhu's shoulder, and pointed to the shade of a tree beside him. .
Ye Yinzhu shook his head and said, "You go. I'll just watch here." Perhaps because of the influence of those three hundred soldiers, at this moment, he prefers to be under the same sunshine as them. Warriors in armor are not afraid, but would a magician be afraid of the temperature brought by the sun? Although the foreign silver dragon did not bring him all kinds of magic, his ability to respond and adjust to all kinds of magic elements was beyond comparison for ordinary people. The adjustment of his own temperature alone is enough to prevent him from being affected by the extreme heat.
Half an hour passed quickly, and when the 200 people on Oliveira's side stood up again, it was completely different from before. Under the leadership of Oliveira, this is a triangular battle formation, and Oliveira is at the forefront of this triangle, becoming the sharp point of the cone. Behind him, every soldier appeared to be high-spirited, and the formation was fairly neat. Guarded by one hundred and fifty warriors, the fifty magicians were behind them. It was firmly covered in the triangle battle formation. Just by observing Ye Yinxiu, it can be seen that, headed by Oliveira, the thirty people at the front of the triangle battle formation are the strongest among the two hundred people.
As expected of 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 is indeed worthy of the title of genius in military affairs. His blue-level strength can be brought out to the greatest extent under such circumstances, and he can become the edge of the attack 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. It can completely defeat the opponent.
"Change weapons." Seedorf said in a deep voice.
Soon, from the warehouse on the side, there were a total of 500 people on both sides, except for the magicians, all of them were replaced with thick wooden weapons. Wooden sword or stick. Such a weapon obviously wouldn't cause fatal damage to the opponent, but it would still have no problem in fighting.
Rearranging, Seedorf stood in the center of the camp, "When I leave here, the competition will officially begin. Both of you must remember that this is not an exercise, but a real war. In addition to not killing people, You can use any means of attack. On the battlefield, as long as you can survive, no matter how you do it, it is correct. This competition will not end until either of you completely loses resistance. Understand?"
"Understood." Although the voices were not neat this time, they were five hundred.
With a flash of purple light, Seedorf's body has already soared into the sky. Oliveira reacted quickly, holding up the wooden sword in his hand, "For the glory of Milan." The soldiers and magicians behind him shouted at the same time, "For the glory of Milan."
"Charge." Oliveira was the first to move, his azure blue fighting spirit was so dazzling, combined with the star blue battle armor, he immediately became the focus of the audience. .