Mythical Version of the Three Kingdoms

While Xie Yun was thinking about where the boss who managed him should go, Peng Hong and Zhu Tao were heading to the military camp with a dragging pace of 258,000 yuan.

You can go to the brothels at any time, and you can return to your twenties and thirties when you are in your seventies. After the war, you have plenty of time to go, but fighting is different. As qualified Sanhe Five Schools and Central Guards, they know how to fight. The meaning of maintaining status before.

Although there is no need to mention the status when you are in your twenties or thirties, as your own status is good, but Tian Zhong said that if you are going to fight a miracle like the Holy Death Cavalry, you still need to talk about your status to some extent.

"Let's go to the camp first to see what's going on with the kids. I heard my son say before that Lao Cao is not doing well here. He keeps saying he wants to run away. But I haven't seen him run away even after waiting here for so many years. "What's going on?" Zhu Tao walked towards the school field that Tian Zhong mentioned before, but was stopped before he could get through.

"Edict?" Zhu Tao looked at the resemblance of one of his old brothers in front of him, and immediately knew that it was his nephew's thing, "No, Xiaotian said that we should fight in based on our ability. If we fight in, it will prove it." We are qualified, can I hit you?”

Hearing this, the veteran guarding the camp gate two steps away from Zhu Tao immediately made a gesture of parry, while a certain old man behind Zhu Tao crossed his arms and prepared to see how his son would parry his uncle.

After parrying, Zhu Tao raised his hand and punched out a physical air punch bag in the air. Then his son flew out and hit the camp wall. However, he was strong and not injured. Of course, there were Zhu Tao has just regained his youth, and he still needs to get used to it, and the reason why he has withdrawn his three-point power.

"Ba Xiu, your son can do it. He received a punch from Brother Zhu and nothing happened." The old man on the side greeted Bas Xiu next to him. Most of the reasons why these old guys didn't leave Lao Cao's side were It's because my son is a soldier here and has a family business here.

"Except for endurance, I am useless." Basiu curled his lips and said, "I eat better than I did back then, and the results are not as good as when I was the same age, but I am indeed endurance. In the early years, when I was young, I sacrificed myself for him. After adapting to the training, I put in a lot of effort and now wear the armor. Brother Zhu doesn’t need to put any effort, it’s just like that, he can withstand beatings very well.”

Ba Xiu's son, Ba Chao, was beaten back and forth by Zhu Tao. Although Zhu Tao did not use his full strength, Ba Chao was completely unable to parry. He was beaten and flew around, but even if he was beaten, he could not even touch the ground. Flying around on the ground, he can still curse with anger.

"Ba Xiu, come and take care of him." Zhu Tao practiced for a while, completed the warm-up, threw Ba Chao directly towards Basu, and then led others forward.

After Ba Chao was caught by Basu Xiu, he looked at the very familiar young man in front of him and didn't realize who he was.

"Hey hey hey." Basiu helped Ba Chao upright and laughed twice. After reaching the age of sixty, he rarely sparred with his son. "Baby, dad hasn't beaten you for many years. I don't know what you are doing." I haven’t made any progress over the years. I just saw you getting beaten up before!”

The voice became more familiar, and so did the face, but Ba Chao really didn't realize that this guy who was half his age and about the same age as his son was his biological father.

"You're talking about your mother!" Ba Chao said with a bad mouth as a conditioned reflex.

Basiu was stunned for a moment, and the collagen on his face that was full of youthfulness became distorted and ferocious at this moment.

"Chao, daddy, please be a good boy. Don't talk nonsense when you meet someone you know but can't remember." Basiu stood up straight, and the strong pressure was released from his body.

As Basiu stood up straight, his dull heartbeat started beating like a war drum. At this moment, Ba Chao realized that this was his father, because this special talent effect was his father's signature, and it was always the signature of his father. Something deep in his memory was activated with this heartbeat like a war drum, and Ba Chao rolled on the spot as a conditioned reflex, preparing to run away.

Ba Chao is considered an elite among the veterans under Cao's command. The triple smelting is not too high, but because his father used various means to consolidate the foundation of the adaptive base when he was relatively young, Ba Chao's survivability and actual combat are at the forefront among veterans.

But because of this, Ba Chao knows better than others how strong his own father is. As Basu's third son, when his eldest brother died young and his second brother died from a cavalry, and he has been with the old man for almost fifty years, he He knows his father's strength better than others.

The last time Ba Xiu heard this accelerating heartbeat was more than ten years ago. Basuo, who was just sixty years old at that time, demonstrated to Ba Chao a trick he created based on his six talents, placing his hope on his own. The son can inherit this kind of life-saving and explosive power when he grows old.

Basu's heartbeat that time was not as powerful as this time, nor as fast as this time. That time he was only able to hold himself to death two hundred times, but this time it was close to the limit of human beings. Now Ba Chao estimated that his father's heartbeat was already at three hundred. Once it was on, the scorching blood was even visible to the naked eye.

"Chao, dad only punches you." The corners of Ba Xiu's mouth twitched upward, but his smile clearly had a hint of evil. Then Ba Chao picked up his weapons and equipment and ran away without even thinking about it. Only the devil wants to fight you, damn. , I'm almost fifty years old, I can't take your punch, I'll die!

"Buzz!" With a high-frequency vibration, Ba Chao reflexively used the parrying posture taught by his father at the last moment to catch Ba Xiu's punch with the center of the shield guard's shield. However, just looking at the fine wood chips splashing around the shield iron plate, and Ba Chao's shield that was about to fall out of his hand, plus his red face, you can tell that this blow is not so easy to withstand.

"Damn, what have you been practicing for so many years?" Ba Xiu scolded with a bit of satisfaction and dissatisfaction after Ba Chao blocked his punch.

Ba Chao wanted to defend himself, but he didn't know what to defend. There was no way. He was almost fifty years old now, and he had only smelted the third level, while his father completed the sixth level smelting at the age of fifty, and then spent seven years to smelt the oath binding and failed, and lay flat at the age of sixty. But looking at the current state of his own father and his son, he knew that the so-called oath binding smelting failure was probably an illusion.

Seventh-level father, three-level self, damn, I can take a punch, it seems awesome!

Ba Chao suddenly realized this.

"What are you laughing at? You barely passed. Dad will lead you in this battle." Ba Xiu slapped his son in anger, "You are 47 years old, how come you are only at the third level of smelting!"

"I collapsed one level before, otherwise I would have reached the fourth level, I am already very good." Ba Chao came over happily, it is so stable to have a father leading the team, being a captain is a shit, go against my father.

"Why didn't I collapse? You worked so hard!" Another slap, he has not beaten his son since he was 60 years old, now that he is young, he recalls the situation of beating his son before, "Where is my grandson."

"I sent Bayou to do logistics." Ba Chao quickly replied.

"Why is one worse than the other?" Ba Xiu said with a headache, his son is not as good as him, and his grandson is directly not as good as his son.

"Who are you, you are a strong man who has fought from Pingqiang to the present, how can we compare?" Ba Chao tried his best to flatter his father, he is a backer, do you understand.

"When will you be able to fully develop your adaptability? Can you withstand attacks from the will? I think your resistance to shock, piercing, and cutting is pretty good." Bashu said with a bit of tiredness. When he was seventy years old, he would of course say that his children and grandchildren would have their own blessings, but now that he has recovered to twenty-six, he must accumulate some capital for his children and grandchildren. He is much better than his own children and grandchildren.

"It's far from it. After a certain level, the adaptive ability won't grow much." Bachao was helpless. "According to this situation, if you want to achieve great success, there is no hope in this life."

"Alas, it seems that I have to do it myself." Baxiu was helpless. "Dad still has a few years of youth. I will train you more when the time comes. Anyway, your dad can use his body to attack most types of attack modes. I will train you when the time comes. I don't think it will work if you take off this layer of armor on the battlefield. But if you don't take off this layer of armor, the enemy's moves will make your adaptive ability continue to grow, and you may die soon."

To be honest, this is not empty talk. After the adaptive talent develops to a certain extent, combined with this layer of armor, if you want to continue to grow, you have to meet an opponent who can penetrate the armor. If the armor can be penetrated by you, most people will definitely die.

"Thank you, Dad." Bachao nodded repeatedly. Dad's attack was at most painful, and he would definitely be fine.

"Stop talking nonsense. Those who came this time are all your dad's old brothers. You should try to build relationships. There are also people who have achieved great adaptive ability among them. Learn from their experience." Baxiu said unhappily.

At the same time, in this new camp, Zhu Tao, Peng Hong and others have already established hegemony. Although this group of people have not been in the military camp for a long time, they have been in Kandahar for so many years. To put it bluntly, isn't it because their sons are in Kandahar? And they are willing to come to the war instead of contributing to the oath to bind others. To put it bluntly, isn't it because their sons are also in the army?

Some even have not one son in the army, but two or three sons in the army.

It sounds unreasonable, but the benefits of being a soldier are the best these days, plus the quality of these old guys is there, and the sons are trained well. Even if Baxiu thinks his son is completely incompetent, but these days, the veterans who can consider the big success of adaptive things after triple smelting are elite centurions even in the Ganges.

In addition, the children of these old guys are now almost sixty years old, and the young ones are also in their forties or fifties. If you calculate it, the older ones have been soldiers during the Yellow Turban era, and the younger ones have also been soldiers during the reign of Dong Zhuo. At that time, the situation was relatively chaotic. Soldiers at least had food to eat, and it would be fine if they had the opportunity to change their careers later. If they didn't have the opportunity, then they had to do this.

So when Zhu Tao and Peng Hong and their group rushed in and began to determine their own status, there were not many people who resisted. On the one hand, the gap in strength was indeed large, and on the other hand, many of the veterans in their forties who were in their prime were the sons and nephews of these people, and the guys in their fifties and approaching sixties who were about to retire, even if they didn't recognize them at first, later they recognized who these people were.

"Okay, listen to me now, and stand over here, having begun to melt the oath and bondage." Zhu Tao stirred the air, controlled the vibration, and amplified his voice so that all the soldiers in the audience could hear it.

Forty or fifty old men who were nearly sixty years old and came from the Central Guard quickly stood in the direction Zhu Tao pointed. They did not believe that Zhu Tao and his group had forged the oath and bondage themselves. If that were the case, that group of people would have come here to show off ten years ago.

After all, none of the talents of the Southern Army are normal. The simplest oath bondage requires ten people to smelt, and eight people fail. The remaining two may recover a few years, and the remaining one may succeed. As for defense accumulation, for most people, it is impossible to accumulate after smelting.

They are all pitfall talents, not to mention talent stripping and reorganization. So far, only one person has succeeded in smelting, and only one person has succeeded in smelting the demon disintegration. No one has succeeded in the corpse feast ceremony so far. They are all screwed.

So when he heard Zhu Tao calling for the smelting of the oath bondage, the elder brother hurried over.

"Very good, you go to Jie Yun, go now." Zhu Tao glanced at them. These people basically followed him to serve as the Central Guard when he was about to retire.

"Then come over if you have smelted the fifth level or above." After Zhu Tao sent away this group of former subordinates, he called the other elite centurions.

Although there were some doubts, now everyone basically knew Zhu Tao's identity. As a military camp that always respected the strong, a group of elite veterans did not hesitate and quickly gathered together.

"That's all?" Zhu Tao looked at Xu Yuan and asked, "What's the situation? There are not as many people above the fifth level of smelting as us old guys?"

"Uncle Zhu, you should be a human being." Xu Yuan said helplessly, "In these years, we have experienced the change of heaven and the curse of world consciousness, and there are very few people above the fifth level."

"The Holy Death Knights are a legion. We only have 600 people in total. I can fight ten non-single miracle guys, can you?" Zhu Tao looked at Xu Yuan speechlessly. What a fight, there are only more than 200 people above the fifth level of smelting in the military camp.

"The Holy Death Cavalry has at most 1,300 people." Xu Yuan looked at Zhu Tao helplessly, "So you don't even know how many people your opponent has?"

"1,300 people, why are you afraid, just kill him!" Peng Hong said with a dark face. He was over 70 years old before, so he didn't pay attention to these things. He thought that the Holy Death Cavalry was a full-strength 5,000-man army like Dou Xian's personal guards. It turns out that there are only 1,300 people. Why are you so cautious? Just attack directly. With such a small number of people, can you kill the main force?

"High mobility, and high-speed mobile cavalry to assist." Xu Yuan sighed, "The front is too hard, the mobility is high, and it is a double strike mode, it can't be stopped at all."

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