As we all know, the square ears of Tershan and the sharp ears of Galol have always believed in the belief that "repaying virtue with virtue and repaying grievances with straightforwardness". The guardians of these "repaying ten times more favorable, and revenge with a hundred rewards" are most famous for their deeds. When they followed the master of the Longershi family, Tershan spent a hundred years to rest and rest, and then rely on the generational disability and death of technology, and brought two litters of cats to the river, they washed most of the river and killed all the evil cannibals and slave owners. Tershan has been for hundreds of years.

Tens of billions of people were lost in the war. For a long time, the recruitment period of each flag team of Telshan's flag team had dropped to twenty-six years old (equivalent to the physiological age of thirteen). Many young people of appropriate age even participated in the war just by leaving their genetic genes. There were no deserters in this battle of revenge. The children of the elders died on the surface of the planet with the children of ordinary civilians, or were forever lost in the universe. The reputation of Telshan's square ears to revenge evil spirits was even circulated in many rivers.

Of course, the Telman and the Garolean genius are not materials for warriors. Even artificial races like Catman require a lot of training. Therefore, these little guys have developed a full-real trainer (that is, the military version of this game) since a long time ago. How do new recruits train? Get the full-real trainer!

Therefore, the so-called joint training camp is actually a kind of absolutely real way to allow players to "enjoy" the military-grade refreshing feeling in the game.

After thinking about it, Marceau decided to go over and watch the fun. After all, the guys who watch the fun never bothered it.

The four little guys also wanted to follow Marceau to see him. After thinking about it, Marceau decided to take them with him, so he walked through the streets and squares that had not been cleaned yet. Marceau came to the west gate of the west city gate, which is said to be the training area. The players of the Garole set up a field on the plain outside the city. A large camp was built. Marceau knew at a glance that this must be the training ground. Maybe some people said that it was just a training ground with a radius of less than 100 meters. Marceau could only say that everything could not only look at the surface, because when Marceau stepped into the training area, the camp in front of him immediately became a huge battlefield.

"Wow!" Zhiqiu, Misai, Yinglong and Ailan screamed in surprise. The eight cats had their eyes wide open, just like the big man who was also a bystander on the sidelines... his face was full of confusion.

It's not their fault, because Marceau looked at the battlefield and looked collapsed. The battlefield ahead simulated a coastline. The grassland elves were transported to the shore by various small boats, and ice storms and meteors were everywhere. From time to time, the whole ship of grassland elves were screaming or screaming and were lifted into the sky by a large basin that was extremely effective. They were more likely to be brought down by bullets and arrows flying everywhere, and were near the beach on the side of Marceau. Several teams of grassland elves shouted something in the terrish language with a heavy accent while rushing to the beach, but they were soon knocked down by a lightning chain. As soon as the remaining lucky one reached the top of the beach, they were flying up by a crossbow arrow.

The first thought was that I was so fucked. Isn’t this Moen’s sword beach?

The second idea is that the defense intensity seems to be higher than the real Jiantan Beach Battle.

The third thought is that the training officer, your mother is so good at playing, but there are no giant monsters like the Dead Refining Beach backslide!

Then Marceau saw a prairie elves suddenly stood up. "Stand up! Sisters!", and the girl was knocked to the ground by an arrow. But immediately, her companions came to her and took off her equipment. Hundreds of prairie elves pressed under the beach were either pounced in the mud, kneeling or even squatting in the mud, shooting desperately at the monsters on the backslide. The nearby prairie elves also launched aid shooting, and the rotten corpses on the dead were shot with their heads on their heads.

After losing nearly 30% of the number, they approached the bottom of the beach. The grassland elves in the front row changed into bayonets at almost the same time, and collided with the flying axe and the meteor explosion that almost stopped for a moment, and fought with the undead who were close to two meters with the number and courage. Various anti-kind or anti-evil magic arrays lit up and annihilated. From time to time, dying grassland elves pulled the pull rings of the fish-fried props and the rotten corpses who killed the entire team died together.

Another wave of attack came. The grassland elves jumped into the sea from both sides of the cabinet-shaped landing ship, and then began to land with the sea water deep as the chest. The grassland elves at the bottom of the beach had killed the rotten corpses and were now besieging the Deep Demon. Judging from the gunshots of the elves who could not stop, this Deep Demon should be a customized existence with a legendary template. It did not care about the shooting of the elves at all. After entering the defense line of the elves, it first swept over a piece of the elves with one sword, then grabbed a elves with one hand and threw him into his mouth. The unlucky guy seemed to have made some moves when he entered his mouth. Then the next second, the Deep Demon's head exploded directly.

I’m so fucking me, how many high-energy fish fried props did I use?

Before Marceau could react, these little guys began to charge again. The little guys who stood up from the mud rushed to the top of the beach with various spells, and various buffing spells were displayed on them. Even if they had to pay this price for every step forward, these little guys still jumped between the craters. Every time the undead launched a counter-charge, the grassland elves in the front row rushed out of the bunker in a fearless manner after the undead approached, and entangled with these undeads who were taller than them, and then together with these undeads were flooded by various spells and divine techniques.

A team of grassland elves rushed to the defense line, but the next second a rotten poisonous corpse rushed out of the defense line. It waved its long sword and cut over the two grassland elves, but the third grassland elves stabbed the bayonet into its knees. It knelt down and pulled the grassland elves away, and then two bayonets stabbed into his chest. The next second a bayonet stabbed into its head. The silver-seeking bayonet was pulled out and brought out a large amount of venom. The rotten poisonous corpse fell to the ground. The girls who besieged it stabbed the still struggling corrupt corpse in silence. On both sides of their side, a large number of grassland elves had jumped over the trenches, and several teams of grassland elves were fighting.

The trench tried to hold the fire at the undead inside, while another group of grassland elves screamed and faced a team of undead who rushed out of the trench. The gravel elves' silver lead bullets and the negative energy bottles of undead rushing in the air. After getting close, a gravel elves with fish-fried tools tied to the undead rush into the queue of undead and pulled the fish-fried tools all over the body. Perhaps the amount was larger, and the gravel elves were also blown up. In the end, only half of the gravel elves struggled to stand up. These little things first fired guns to shoot the zombies who were still struggling to get up, and then a few people rushed around the zombies crawling on the ground with missing parts.

Seeing this, the cat's head was already crooked. These are really those little things that were frightened by a giant filial son and ran around the streets? Meow, the battle groups that Telshan can fight are just like this. It's only a day's effort.

Just as he was thinking this time, the Quanzhen training was over, and the beach and the corpses all over the ground disappeared. As the head of the training camp, a grassland elf was holding an iron trumpet and complaining desperately there, just like the devil instructors in the army. Any advantage was normal and correct in his eyes, and any mistake would be magnified. The thousands of little guys present were sprayed with blood by him, and then waved his little hand: "The seventh exercise begins immediately! This time I add some materials to you! The exercise will start in one minute!"

A minute later, Marceau looked at the Omaha beach with the flag of the evil god floating in front of him, and his tail hit his head. This supervisor really knows how to play. Don’t think that using a huge rock bunker instead of cement, and stuffing a few bone wizards into it is enough. What the hell is your Arcane Fireball Shooting Tool? If the undead had this good thing back then, would it be necessary for players to drive back to their hometown?

...

In the following time, the big cat, four kittens, and a large group of big players sat in the corner, holding their knees and watching the grassland elves hitting their heads in front of the Quanzhen training machine, and their heads were bleeding. It was not until the fifth time that these little guys broke through the breakwater. At this time, even the wounded began to crawl and wanted to find an enemy to exchange for a sufficient capital. Each little guy has become a silent killing machine. Either kill the enemy in front of you or be killed by the enemy. Just when the cat felt that playing like this was a bit too much, the gentleman in charge stopped training: "You little guys! You little guys! Only now do you look like a warrior! Disband today! Continue training yesterday! Tell me! You little guys! Why do cowards die?"

"The coward will die of shame!!" answered thousands of little guys roared in a uniform tone."

It would be nice if this kind of conversation happened between a strong man with ten-pack abs all over his body, but what's the point of saying such words by thousands of grassland elves?

While complaining in his heart, Masce stood up to welcome the five girls, "Thank you so hard, everyone."

"Well! It's not hard! We learned the skills of my fighting today!" Mingmei and Mingen smiled with force.

"What about you guys?" Marceau asked Jiuye, Yang and Anne.

"I'm obviously so strong! Why can't I even hold the rifle during training?" This is Anne's complaint.

"It's quite difficult. Annie and I have failed the procedure several times! It's so noisy!"

"So... what do you say about Jiuye?"
Chapter completed!