In the wasteland.

A long dragon is winding.

But this is not a real dragon, but a queue of green sheep people.

Every Green Sheep man was wearing black wooden armor, a black wooden helmet, a big bag on his back, and a kettle on his waist.

Obviously.

This is an army.

After a while.

"Swish~swish~"

A sharp whistle sounded.

It sounds very rhythmic.

It's not difficult to guess.

This should be a means of communication.

The officers roared immediately.

"Stop the march!"

"Rest in place for ten minutes!"

The team stopped immediately.

All the green sheep people sat on the ground quickly, picked up the kettle and started drinking water, or wiped the sweat from their foreheads.

No one whispered to each other.

No one was walking around randomly.

Just this small detail shows that the discipline of this army is very strict.

“Hosh~hhh~”

Blackstone placed his beloved magic gun on his legs and gasped heavily.

His physical fitness is not very good. After several hours of marching, he is sweating profusely, and his legs are as heavy as if they are filled with lead.

Black Stone habitually glanced at her chest and found that the badge of the Magic Gun Shooter seemed to be a little crooked.

He quickly reached out and adjusted, took out a piece of cloth from his pocket, and gently wiped off a little dust on the surface of the badge.

This badge is a souvenir specially issued by the Magic Gun Legion after the Magic Gun Shooter completed the high-difficulty shooting assessment.

This is a symbol of honor.

Because among the four magic gun legions in Dawn City, there are no more than one thousand Qingyang people with archer badges.

Calculated according to proportion.

Not even one tenth.

Therefore, Black Stone has reached the extreme of this thing and will wipe it dozens or hundreds of times every day, wishing she wears a badge even when she sleeps.

Half a month ago.

He is just a new tribe of the Green Sheep man, mainly responsible for pruning the branches and leaves of Green Sheep wood in the plantation.

Half a month later.

He was found to have extremely outstanding shooting talent, and as long as the target is within a range of 100 meters, he can actually hit wherever he points.

It is precisely because of this that although his physical fitness did not meet the standards, he still won the favor of the main priest and was specially approved to join the Magic Gun Legion.

The priest also said that as long as he exercises hard and meets the physical fitness standards, he will be promoted to the team leader and lead a team of six people.

Black Stone couldn't help but grinned at the corner of her mouth, and for the first time in her life, she had an idea called "Ambition".

He murmured inwardly: "At most a month, I will become a team leader. I will make a lot of contributions and get the opportunity to be promoted to a fighter!"

Ten minutes later.

The roar sounded again.

"Stop rest!"

"Get up and hurry up!"

“You must arrive at your destination within four hours!”

The long dragon swam again.

In the sky.

Spirit birds flew by quickly.

They are the eyes and ears of the Great Elder, and the eyes of the Legion.

*

Three hours and fifty minutes later.

It was already dark.

The Second Magic Gun Legion finally arrived at its destination - a small valley.

Ten minutes ahead of the scheduled time.

This place is only eight kilometers away from the Bluestone Tribe, which is quite close.

Black Stone looked at the sky and thoughts came to his mind: "With the cover of the night, the legion can approach closer.

"In this way, the legion will not have to travel long distances before launching an attack, which will greatly save energy.

"on the other hand.

"When it was just dark, I arrived at my destination, so I didn't need to march in the dark, and I took into account the concealment."

Blackstone was very impressed by this: "This shows that the marching plan is formulated very closely, and it also shows that the plan is implemented very perfectly."

He murmured in a low voice: "The commander of the Second Legion seems to be very clever!"

Although he had not learned relevant military knowledge, he still immediately understood the wonders.

"Shi!"

A crisp bird cry fell from the night sky.

Hearing the sound, Black Stone immediately caught a vague shadow, sweeping through the sky.

He blinked his eyes and muttered softly: "The spirit bird is still flying tonight."

The next moment.

A flash of inspiration flashed in Black Stone's mind, and immediately overturned the previous conclusion: "No!

"The marching plan's craftsman is definitely not the commander of the legion, nor the specific implementer of the plan, nor the commander of the legion.

"This commander came from another tribe, was not familiar with the Bluestone tribe at all, and was not able to make such a strict plan.

“If I guess correctly, the Great Elder is the planmaker.

"Not only that, the implementation of the plan must be done by the elders, and the commander only obeys the orders throughout the process.

"The Great Elder controls the spirit bird flock. He relies on the monitoring of the spirit bird and knows everything well.

"He knew where the Second Legion marched, and how far the Legion was from the destination, so he could perfectly control the rhythm of the march."

The more Black Stone thought about it, the more he admired: "The Great Elder is amazing!

"No wonder he has never shown up, but he has steadily suppressed the Shuguang Tribe. Hundreds of thousands of Qingyang people have not made any trouble."

He immediately came to a conclusion: "This battle will definitely win!"

Just then.

A new order has been conveyed.

"Look for camping locations based on company units!"

"Everyone is strictly prohibited from making fires, and only the dry food you carry for dinner!"

"Let's rest tonight and launch an attack on the Bluestone Tribe on time at dawn!"

The entire legion immediately started to move.

While following the team leader, Blackstone whispered: "Is it dawn?"

He pondered for a while and secretly praised: "Very clever!

"When I was in the tribe, I was often responsible for nighttime. When it was dawn, it happened that the nighttime people were the most tired and vigilant.

“Most of the others in the tribe have not yet gotten up and have no time to organize.

"Once you are raided, the probability of being defeated is very high."

Blackstone immediately concluded: "This is definitely the plan of the Great Elder!"
To be continued...