A strange world

Chapter 913 Chapter 144. Three Hundred Warriors of Liberty City

Annan didn't want to let Monzon Montreal stay in sight for a second, and looked at Princess Sayles who had been silent since just now.

"Let's go. The flowers I just planted don't want to wither just because I see you." Princess Seles' tone returned to a cold tone.

Annan chuckled: "You are wrong. The more rotten and dirty things are, the more plants can thrive."

"Princess, we will visit you again tomorrow."

Monzon Montreal signaled to Princess Sales and left with the two people in silence.

Looking at their backs, Annan tilted his head and asked, "When will the military parade start?"

"A week later."

"Seven days..."

Annan chatted with Princess Sales for a while, then returned to Liberty City and found the two instructors chosen by Losey, Lyric and Walter.

Lyric was blind in one eye, Walter was lame in one leg, and most of those who came back alive had some injuries.

"Instructor Lyric, I leave the alien army to you. Train them hard for me!"

"I will make these soldiers learn to queue up!" the one-eyed Lyric promised loudly.

"It's not enough." Annan shook his head, "The Ruikaner Kingdom will also participate in this military parade, so treat the military parade in seven days as a new battlefield!"

Lyric's eyes burst out with real fire of vengeance: "I'll let them go home with their pants wet!"

"please."

Lyric turned around and strode towards the camp.

"Everyone, assemble!"

Scattered throughout the camp, the goblins were chasing and fighting, the orcs were lifting weights and wrestling, the white dragons were being fed food, as well as centaurs and elves forming a chaotic queue in front of Lyric.

Two days of training to get a group of foreign soldiers to have such obedience is good, but it's not enough.

"The goblins line up in the front, the orcs in the middle, the tauren in the back, the ratmen, centaurs, and elves at the end!"

The alien army was in chaos for several minutes, and reluctantly formed a skewed queue according to Lyric's instructions: a hundred goblins stood in a row, thirty orcs stood in two columns, ten tauren stood in a row, ratmen and centaurs , elves, etc. simply have their own thing.

"Line up ten lines!"

Lyric shouted again, and the team was in chaos for a while, barely forming according to the instructor's request.

Walter walked up to the orc lamely and kicked and hit him to make the orc stand in order.

"Can we kill the enemy by standing together?" an orc muttered.

Walter continued to lower his head, because as a gun holder, the magic musket was placed on his shoulder, which deafened one ear and did not hear the orc's complaints.

Lyric heard it. His remaining right eye scanned the crowd of orcs: "Who is talking, stand up!"

The orcs did not move, but the goblins who were doing good things turned around, pointed at the orcs who were speaking and shouted: "It's it, it's it!"

"Shut up! Did I let you talk?"

Lyric's stern roar made the goblins shrink their necks in frustration. He glared at the orc: "Repeat what you just said!"

"Stand in line and you can't kill the enemy..." the orc said unconvinced.

"You are soldiers! You are the parts on the golem and the bricks on the city wall!" Lyric looked around at the foreign legions and said to everyone: "The reason why we can kill enemies a hundred times our own is because of discipline and we are a whole! "

"You can't even execute orders, how can you make people believe that you can kill the enemy!"

The orc's lips curled up, unable to speak.

Lyric's eyes returned to it: "Do you know you are wrong?"

"knew……"

Lyric yelled: "Are you trying to imitate mosquito talk!"

"knew!"

"Everyone! Look to your left and line up with it as your goal!"

There was a commotion in the queue, this time almost as neat as a human army.

Lyric and Walter continued to move through the group, adjusting their positions according to their size.

"Remember the position of each of you, and the array will be arranged according to this in the future!"

"Now lift your left leg and take a step forward-"

"Do you know what neat means? Stand like cotton yarn for me!"

"Put your feet up! Imagine the mouse is under your feet and step on it!"

The two instructors roared one after another, making the camp lively.

The atmosphere of the foreign legion inspired other legions to train their soldiers one after another.

After finally reaching the noon break, the soldiers, who were more tired than they had been in a battle, came to the canteen and saw the abundant food, and they had no complaints at all.

"Where's the instructor?"

A centurion of the Guards was timid. Don't think that it's okay because he is a centurion. Their instructor has a weird temper. When a soldier makes a mistake, instead of causing trouble for the soldier, he spits on him.

"I don't know..." Another centurion looked around, "It seems that the instructors are not here..."

Finding that the instructor was not there, the soldiers began to complain loudly about the instructor's harshness.

He had various nicknames - such as Cripple Walter and Blind Lyric.

At this time, the instructors were being healed by the mage.

After shouting all morning, their throats could no longer bear it.

Annan took the time to come over and asked them what they still needed.

"They are very obedient, but when will the soldiers' armor be repaired?" Lyric said, "Without standard armor, it is useless no matter how neat the queue is."

"The blacksmith's chimney spouts thick smoke twenty-four hours a day, as all soldiers do."

After speaking, Annan hurried back to the city lord's mansion as if he was busy with something.

After the instructors received treatment, they returned to the camp and continued to ravage the soldiers.

"Blind Lyric?"

Lyric chewed on this title with great interest: "It's a good nickname, but I also hope that all of you can remember that I lost this eye when I fought with the ratmen."

Contrary to his severity in the morning, Lyric's gentleness at this moment confused the soldiers of the foreign legion.

But if the Hellfire Legion were here, they would know that Lyric was up to his old tricks again: making them laugh and cry, keeping them all at the mercy of his hand by being sometimes harsh and sometimes gentle.

"I understand your complaints. Practicing queues and marching in unison is boring and boring...but you don't know what it means."

Lyric told them that the Rekaner Kingdom would participate in the victory parade. As expected, the alien legions were gearing up.

"I want you to treat this like a war!"

…

Olmedo felt that Annan was a little strange today.

Instead of running around to find his female friends in the Montreal hills, he shut himself up in his study.

After handling the matters at hand, Olmedo came to the study.

"What is this? 300 Warriors of Liberty City...?" Olmedo picked up Annan's draft and put it aside, "New script?"

"Well..." Annan continued to write the script of "300 Warriors of Liberty City" without raising his head.

"It's not like you to be filming a new magical video so soon. Is it a big production?"

"That's right..." Annan recalled the plot, with war scenes taking up most of the plot.

"How long will it take?" Olmedo scanned the draft.

"Five days."

A pair of surprised blue eyes appeared after the draft: "So fast? Can you complete the script in five days?"

"I mean it was shot in five days."