Bright Era

Today, Saturday, at 8 o'clock in the evening, 2935 everyone will fool together!

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Vatican was very sad.

At the Imperial Army Academy, he was also a well-known elite student. Born in a family of knights, Fanlin, who has a tradition of martial arts in his family, has practiced martial arts since his childhood. He is about to become a knight at a young age. In the Army Academy, he is famous for his strong personal strength, even Enzo, a man of the Army Academy. It can't be pleased by him.

Because of his intrepid personal strength and the origin of a knight family, Vatican gathered a group of students from the same martial arts family to form a "Blood Sword Corps" of more than two hundred people to participate in the actual combat exercise. Through his family relationship, he recruited ten lower-rank knights as foreign aid for the Blood Sword Corps. Such strength can also be ranked in the top three among a dozen groups composed of Army Academy students.

Vatican wanted to rely on his true skills to compete with famous figures in the academy such as Enzo and Dark Horse House. But Vatican soon learned what a cruel world is, and what it means to be involuntarily in the rivers and lakes.

Just before the drill, his father found him and ordered him to cooperate with the Knights of the Round Table of Dark Horse House!

The so-called full cooperation is that the Blood Sword Group has become a heavy team of the Knights of the Round Table. Before the actual combat drills, each team can randomly select the items from the warehouse of the Army Academy, including armor, weapons, food, and tents. On the order of his father, Fanlin took his team members to select a large amount of food from the warehouse, including a large amount of fresh meat and spirits, as well as living materials such as blankets and felts, and a large number of arrows. Arrow.

They didn't even carry any heavy weapons, all of them only chose the lightest thin leather armor and carried one of the lightest foils. The Blood Sword Group became a complete logistics transport team, which made Fanlin and his team members feel depressed and want to vomit blood.

But the big man behind Dark Horse House offered a high price, so high that Fanlin and others could not refuse. As long as they try their best to cooperate with Dark Horse House to win, they will be given priority to recruit into the elite troops of Norman Castle after graduation. After only two or three years of training, they can get key training and rapid promotion in the army. .

There was no reason to refuse, and there was no courage to refuse, so after boarding the battlefield of the isolated island, the blood sword group of Fanlin found a small depression and settled in the camp. The tent was full of fresh meat and spirits, a lot of blankets and felts, and a lot of arrows.

The logistical supplies carried by the Blood Sword Group are enough to allow the members of the Knights of the Round Table to spend ten days on the island at ease!

According to the normal load, other participating teams can carry rations for up to three days after carrying armor, weapons and other equipment. Three days later, everyone will have to find food on the isolated island, which is undoubtedly an extremely difficult task for the students of the Army Academy.

After all, the cadets of the Army Academy are not real battlefield veterans, and they have no experience in survival in the wild. Asking them to find food and drink on this isolated island, the possibility of accidentally eating various poisonous weeds and causing them to vomit and diarrhea is more than ten times greater than the possibility of filling their stomachs.

The Blood Sword Corps tried its best to help carry these logistical supplies. The group of Knights of the Round Table had enough food and drink, had enough tents to shelter from the wind and rain, and could lie on warm blankets covered with warm blankets. Happy life! Three days later, when other teams ate up their carry-on rations because they could not get rations to supplement their combat power, the Knights of the Round Table would replenish their energy and satiate themselves, undoubtedly they have a huge advantage.

Sacrificing the Blood Sword Group to complete the Knights of the Round Table, this is the foreshadowing of Bea and Dark Horse House in order to ambush Lin Qi and Enzo.

"It's just that we don't want to achieve any results in this actual combat drill!" Fanlin angrily waved the small foil that weighs no more than two catties, and smashed a branch in front of him. Even if Beiya used the family power to absorb the Vatican and the others into the Norman Fort and became a member of the most elite corps of the northern defense line of the empire, but there was no outstanding achievement in the actual combat drill before graduation, this would undoubtedly become the Vatican. A big stain on military files.

But there is really no way!

The pressure Bea conveyed through Fanlin's father was too great and the temptation given was too great, and Fanlin and his team members were unable to resist.

"Damn it!" Fanlin sighed, stood up and kicked down a small bush in front of him.

A palm-sized green spider suddenly jumped from the small bush, like a flexible flea three or five times, it jumped along his leg and onto his palm. Before Fanlin shook his hand to throw the spider away, the spider with a hideous and twisted human face pattern on the back had already bitten on the back of his hand.

The pain was terrible, and then half of Fanlin's arm suddenly became numb, and the foil he was holding tightly in his hand fell to the ground with a clang.

"Help!" Fanlin was completely confused, he didn't know how to deal with this kind of thing. The instructors of the Army Academy taught him what to do when facing orc warriors in the wild, but the instructors never told him what to do if he was bitten by a poisonous spider in the wild.

He stood there blankly, howling hoarse.

More than a dozen members of the Blood Sword Group rushed out of the tent, and they hurriedly knocked down the spider from Fanlin's hands. One of the team members had a little experience in dealing with poisonous injuries, and he didn't know where he learned it from-he slashed heavily on the back of Fanlin's hand with a heavy sword, and cut a very deep wound.

The pale green poisonous blood poured down and quickly turned into blushing blood plasma, and Fanlin's hand also regained consciousness. This poisonous spider is not very poisonous, at least not fatal. After being bitten by it, it will be paralyzed for three to five days at most, but it will never be fatal.

However, the sword that Fanlin was holding almost cut off his palm. When the numbness dissipated, Fanlin cried and jumped up holding the severely injured palm. He jumped eight feet high, and when he landed, he kicked the companion who had drawn the sword fiercely.

"Asshole, my hand! My hand! My bones were cut off by you!" Two lines rolled down enthusiastically, and Vatican hissed with exhaustion, "Wounding medicine, give me wounding medicine! Bandage , Bandage, who puts the bandage? Wound medicine, hemostatic medicine, come on!"

The members of the Blood Sword Group were dumbfounded, they stayed in place and did not move!

They are just the logistics team of the Knights of the Round Table, they carry a lot of meat and wine, and they carry a lot of arrows to supplement their consumption. But when they chose to become the logistics team, they gave up their identity as a participating team in the actual combat exercise. They did not subconsciously expect that they would fight with people!

So they didn't carry bandages, no medicines for wounds, and no drugs to remove poison and stop bleeding!

The blood was left behind. The sword was very powerful just now. Fanlin's palm was almost chopped off, and several small blood vessels were cut open by a sword. The blood spurting was really not slow. Half of Fanlin's body was stained red with blood. He cried and looked at his companion: "Is there no one who has taken medicine? Then who can help me bandage the wound? What did the instructor say?"

What did the instructor say? A blood sword team member standing next to Fanlin hurriedly swung his sword and cut a piece of his pants more than three feet long, hurriedly tying it around Fanlin's palm with this urgent bandage.

The trousers were stained with dust and sweat, and they fumbled during the day. The trousers are not clean. Sweat and dust irritated the wound, and the corner of his eyes jumped with pain, and he almost cried.

After a heavy spit, Fanlin said angrily: "Tomorrow, find the **** of Dark Horse House, give them all the supplies, and then we signal to retreat! My hands must be treated as soon as possible, otherwise my hands It's abandoned!"

Before the words fell, the blood sword team members screamed in horror.

Venomous snakes, large numbers of poisonous snakes are coming like a tide! Red poisonous snakes, green poisonous snakes, black poisonous snakes, colorful poisonous snakes, all kinds of poisonous snakes meandered, sneaked into their tents along the grass, and slid beside them.

These venomous snakes opened their mouths diligently, pierced their fangs into the calves of the blood sword team members, and gently injected a small portion of their own venom. Baal controlled these venomous snakes very well. They did not spray all the venom out at once, but controlled the amount of venom injected.

Not enough to be fatal, but it will definitely make people lose their combat effectiveness quickly! Moreover, after being bitten by a poisonous snake, the fighting will of the members of these blood sword groups was about to collapse. Dozens of team members who had been bitten by poisonous snakes fell to the ground crying and hissing, and some of them were so scared that they spewed urine.

The poisonous snakes are raging, but greater terror descends.

A large number of red and green poisonous spiders fell from the surrounding treetops and lightly landed on these team members. These poisonous spiders beating lightly like fleas, using their fangs to leave a deep memorial on the bodies of these players.

Many team members fell to the ground crying, they were paralyzed by the venom.

Dozens of team members thought of the way their companions had just ‘detoxed’ the Vatican. They drew out their sabers and slashed at themselves or their companions. Their skills and tactics are very good, each sword is accurately cut on the wound bitten by a poisonous snake or poisonous spider.

Bloodletting and detoxification are very effective. The only problem is that they swung their swords too hard.

The sword light flickered, and stern wounds appeared on the bodies of these blood sword team members. Dozens of team members fell to the ground crying and crying. Several of them were cut off by the sword, and the blood was carried like a fountain. The sound of'簌簌' spouted.

"Help!" Fanlin finally couldn't contain the terrible horror, he cried and screamed.

Fuck the Knights of the Round Table, Fuck the Norman Castle, Fuck the promise of Bea and the Black Horse House!

Now who can save Van Lin and his companions, he will agree no matter what they want Van Lin to do! (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point (qidian.com) to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my biggest motivation.)

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