Chapter 6778 has seized the position of boss

Chapter 6778 has seized the position of boss
While Xie Yun was thinking about where his boss had gone, Peng Hong and Zhu Tao were marching towards the military camp at a rapid pace.

You can go to a brothel anytime. People in their seventies can recover to their twenties or thirties. There is plenty of time to go after the battle. But combat is different. As qualified people from the Three Rivers and Five Schools and the Central Guards, they understand the importance of maintaining condition before the war.

Although there is no need to mention the condition of people in their twenties and thirties as their condition is already very good, but Tian Zhong said that they are going to fight against a miracle like the Holy Death Knight, so they still have to pay some attention to their condition.

"Let's go to the camp first to see what's going on. I heard from my son before that Lao Cao is not doing well here. He keeps saying he wants to run away, but I've been waiting here for so many years and I haven't seen him run away. What's going on?" Zhu Tao hurriedly walked towards the training ground that Tian Zhong had mentioned before, but he was stopped before he got there.

"Imperial edict?" Zhu Tao looked at the person in front of him who looked about 70% like one of his old brothers. He knew it was something from his nephew. "No, Xiaotian said that we have to fight our way in. If we fight in, it will prove that we are qualified. Can I fight you?"

Hearing this, the old soldier who was guarding the camp gate two steps away from Zhu Tao immediately made a defensive gesture, while an old man behind Zhu Tao crossed his arms and prepared to see how his son would defend himself against his uncle.

There was no point in defending. Zhu Tao raised his hand and punched, creating a materialized air fist bag in the air. Then his son flew backwards and hit the camp wall. However, he was strong and was not injured. Of course, it was also because Zhu Tao had just regained his youth and needed some adaptation, and he also held back a little bit of his strength.

"Baxiu, your son is really good. He got hit by Brother Zhu but nothing happened to him." The old man at the side called out to Baxiu next to him. A big part of the reason why these old guys didn't leave Lao Cao's side was because their sons were serving in the army here and had a family business here.

"Except for his durability, he has no other advantages." Bashu curled his lips and said, "He eats better than I did when I was young, but he is not as good as me when I was the same age. However, he is indeed durable. When I was young, I spent a lot of effort to train him to adapt. Now that he is wearing armor, Zhu brother doesn't need to put in some effort. He is very durable."

Bashu's son, Bachao was beaten back and forth by Zhu Tao. Although Zhu Tao did not use his full strength, Bachao was completely unable to resist. He was beaten to the ground and could not even land on the ground. However, even though he was beaten to the ground and flew back and forth, he was still able to curse with full energy.

"Bashu, you take care of him." After practicing for a while and completing warm-up, Zhu Tao threw Bachao directly to Bashu, and then led his men forward.

After being caught by Basu, Bachao looked at the very familiar young man in front of him and was unable to react who this was.

“Hehehe.” Baxiu straightened Bachao and chuckled twice. After he turned sixty, he rarely practiced with his son. “Son, Daddy hasn’t beaten you for many years. I don’t know if you have made any progress in these years. Before, I just saw you getting beaten!”

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

"Where are you talking about your mother?" Ba Chao said reflexively.

Bashu was stunned for a moment, and the collagen on his face, which had been full and youthful due to the restoration of his youth, became distorted and hideous at this moment.

"Chao, Daddy has to teach you a lesson. When you meet someone who looks familiar but you can't remember, don't talk nonsense." Bashu stood up straight, and a strong sense of oppression was released from his body.

As Bashu stood up straight, the dull heartbeat began to beat like a war drum. At this moment, Bachao realized that this was his father, because this special talent effect was his father's trademark, and something engraved deep in his memory was activated with this heartbeat like a war drum. Bachao rolled on the ground reflexively, ready to run away.

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

But precisely because of this, Ba Chao knows better than anyone else how strong his own father is. As the third son of Bashu, his eldest brother died young, his second brother died in the Iron Cavalry, and he has been with the old man for nearly fifty years. He knows better than anyone else how strong his father is.

The last time Ba Chao heard this accelerating heartbeat was more than ten years ago. At that time, Ba Xiu, who was just 60 years old, demonstrated to Ba Chao his unique skills based on his six talents, hoping that his son would inherit this life-saving and explosive power when he got old.

That time, Bashu's heartbeat was not as strong or rapid as this time. That time, it was at most two hundred beats per heart, and this time it was close to the limit of human beings. Now, Bachao estimated that his father's heartbeat was over three hundred, and the burning blood was even visible to the naked eye.

"Chao, Daddy will only throw one punch." The corners of Bashu's mouth pulled up, but that smile was obviously evil. Then Bachao grabbed his weapons and equipment and ran without thinking. Only a ghost wants to fight with you. Damn it, I'm almost fifty years old. I can't take your heavy punch. I will die!

"Buzz!" With a high-frequency vibration, at the last moment, Bachao reflexively used the parrying posture taught by his father to catch Bashu's punch with the center of the shield. But just looking at the fine wood chips splashed around the iron plate of the shield, as well as Bachao's shield that quickly slipped out of his hand and his flushed face, you could tell that this blow was not so easy to withstand.

"You bastard, what have you been practicing for all these years?" After Ba Chao blocked his punch, Baxiu scolded with a bit of satisfaction and dissatisfaction.

Ba Chao wanted to defend himself, but he didn't know what to say. He was almost fifty years old now, and he had only completed the third smelting. His father completed the sixth smelting when he was fifty years old, and then spent seven years smelting the oath-binding, but failed and died at the age of sixty. But seeing that his own father and his son were in similar conditions now, he knew that the so-called failure of the oath-binding smelting was probably an illusion.

The father of the seventh level, myself of the third level, damn, I can take a punch, it seems so awesome!
Pakistan suddenly realized this.

"What are you laughing at? You barely made it. I'll take you on this battle." Bashu slapped his son in anger. "You're forty-seven, how come you're only at the third level of smelting!"

"I collapsed to the fourth level before, otherwise I would have reached the fourth level. I'm already doing very well." Ba Chao came over happily. It's stable to have a biological father leading the team. What a shitty captain. I'm going to fight my dad.

"Why am I not broken? What's the use of your efforts?" Another slap. He had not hit his son since he was sixty years old. Now that he is young, he recalls the times when he beat his son. "Where is my grandson?"

"I sent Bayu to take care of logistics." Ba Chao replied quickly.

"Why is one worse than the other?" Bashu said with great headache. His son is not as good as him, and his grandson is even worse than his son.

"Who are you? You are a strong man who has been fighting since Pingqiang. How can we compare with him?" Ba Chao tried hard to flatter his own father. He is his backer, do you understand?

"When will you be able to fully adapt yourself? Can you withstand attacks from will? I think your resistance to shock, piercing and cutting is quite good." Bashu said with some fatigue. When he was seventy years old, of course he had to 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 enough. After a certain level, there is no adaptive growth." Ba Chao was also helpless. "According to this situation, there is no hope of achieving great success in this lifetime."

"Alas, it seems I have to do it myself." Bashu was helpless. "Dad still has a few years of youth, so I'll train you more. Anyway, I can use my body to perform most types of attack modes. I'll train you and let you take off this layer of armor on the battlefield. I don't think it will work. But if you don't take off this layer of armor, the enemy's moves will make your adaptability continue to grow, and you'll be close to death."

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

"Thank you, Dad." Ba Chao nodded repeatedly. It would just hurt at most because of his dad's attack, but he would be fine.

"Stop talking nonsense. Those who came this time are all your father's old friends. You should try to build relationships with them. There are some very adaptable people among them. Learn from their experience." Bashu 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?
There are even some families where not just one son is serving in the army, but two or three sons are serving in the army.

It sounds unreasonable, but these days soldiers have the best benefits, plus the quality of these old guys is there, and they have trained their sons well. Even though Bashu thinks his son is totally incompetent, these days, veterans who have triple smelting and can consider things like great self-adaptation 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 in their forties or fifties. If you do the math, the older ones have already served in the army during the Yellow Turban period, and the younger ones also served in the army during the reign of Dong Zhuo. At that time, the situation was quite chaotic. Being a soldier at least means having food to eat, and it would be fine if there is a chance to change careers later. If there is no chance, then this is the only way.

So when Zhu Tao, Peng Hong and their group rushed in and began to establish their own positions, there were actually not many resistances. On the one hand, the gap in strength was indeed large. On the other hand, many of the old soldiers in their forties who were in their prime were the sons and nephews of these people. As for the guys in their fifties and sixties who were about to retire, even if they did not recognize them at first, they recognized who these people were later.

"Okay, now listen to me. Those who have begun to melt the bonds of the oath, stand over here." Zhu Tao stirred the air, controlled the vibrations, 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 Southern Army's talents were normal. The simplest oath bound ten people to smelt, and eight would fail. Of the remaining two, one might recover a few years, and the remaining one would have a slight chance of success. As for defense accumulation, for most people, they could not accumulate any more after smelting.

They are all crappy talents, not to mention the talent stripping and reorganization, so far only one person has succeeded in smelting it, and only one person has succeeded in smelting the Demon Disintegration, and no one has succeeded in the Corpse Feast Ceremony so far, it's all screwed.

So when he heard Zhu Tao's call for those who were bound by the smelting oath, the elder brother hurried over.

"Very good, you go to Jie Yun, go now." Zhu Tao glanced and found that these people had basically followed him as the Central Guards when he was about to retire.

"Then those who have smelted to the fifth level and above come over." After sending away this group of former subordinates, Zhu Tao called out to the other elite centurions.

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

"That's all?" Zhu Tao looked at Xu Yuan and asked, "What's going on? Even those above the fifth level of smelting don't have as much as us old guys?"

"Uncle Zhu, please act like a human being." Xu Yuan said helplessly, "After experiencing the changes in the heavens and the curse of world consciousness these days, there are very few people above the fifth level."

"The Holy Death Knights are a legion, and 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 kind of fight is this? There are only more than 200 people above the fifth level of smelting in the military camp.

"The Holy Death Knights have at most 1,300 men." Xu Yuan looked at Zhu Tao helplessly, "Does that mean you don't even know how many men your opponent has?"

"Thirteen hundred people, why are you afraid? Kill him!" Peng Hong said with a dark face. He didn't pay attention to these things before because he was over seventy years old. He thought that the Holy Death Cavalry was the same as Dou Xian's personal guards, a full legion of five thousand people. It turns out that there are only one thousand three people. Why are you so cautious? Just attack directly. With such a small number of people, can you kill the main force?
"They are highly mobile, and they have high-speed cavalry to assist them." Xu Yuan sighed, "The front is too strong, they are highly mobile, and they are in double strike mode, so we can't stop them at all."

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