Chapter 126 The Old Urchin and the Meatball Chariot!
Volume 4: Continental Rebellion Chapter 126: Old Naughty Boy and Meat-Ball War Tank!
The training is still going on.
One day, the Iron Blood Thirteen Eagles hunting nearby found traces of people in the forest near the north.
The news soon reached Chu Mo.
"Man?" Chu Mo's mind saw the cold swordsman Nabalu; Nabanik, who greedily pulled out gold coins on the body of a dead body; a big iron rod inserted between his waist, grinning with a big mouth and revealing white teeth, with thick leaves, elegant magic swordsman Kadi; a confused archer bean with a hunched bow that was even larger than his body; a fiery red knight armor, the head of the elder sister of the Suzaku Club, the eldest princess of the Iron Blood Kingdom; Yaqin who leaned on her yellow clothes and smiled sweetly in her arms; pouting her mouth and staring at the man with her big eyes, the barbaric little girl Yilian; a gentle magician Shui Ling; and the lazy mage Zeng Xiaoren who always loves to doze off...
Thinking of this, Chu Mo has rarely seen a smile on his cold face in the past half month.
Warm smile.
Looking at the cold instructor, he actually smiled, and the standing straight Ying San looked at Chu Mo curiously.
It is worth mentioning that the two young men who brought Chu Mo into the village that day joined the Iron Blood Thirteen Eagles. The thinner young man was this Eagle Three, and the other one was Eagle Six.
These two brothers trained hard, and Chu Mo saw it and was very satisfied.
It is unquestionable that the system of these thirteen people is much stronger than that of ordinary people.
In addition, whenever they were kneaded by Chu Mo to the point where they had no strength to get up, Chu Mo would massage them with his seemingly invisible true energy.
The Iron Blood Thirteen Eagles all remember their instructors.
Whenever he trains, he has the most weight; but whenever he finishes training, he still needs to work hard to massage every brother to promote blood circulation.
Who says men don’t cry? They just don’t think they are sad?
The Iron Blood Thirteen Eagles will not shed tears. They are the Iron Man taught by Chu Mo. One can compete with ten or hundreds. However, they have quietly wiped away their tears for Chu Mo's actions.
If you ask who they believe most?
They do not believe in God, do not believe in demons, and do not believe in heaven.
They believe in only one person.
A man named Chu Mo who always likes to be stern and cold when training them!
Not only the Iron Blood Thirteen Eagles trust him, but the villagers of the entire Seal Island trust him. There is no doubt that this man is the heaven, the land, and the absolute ruler here.
"Ying San, let your brothers accompany me for a walk. I'm going to meet those friends!" Chu Mo said, and a warm smile appeared in the corner of his mouth.
Hearing Chu Mo's words, Ying San woke up from the memories, and now he stood up straight and responded: "Yes! Sir!"
Speaking of this answer, it has a lot of background.
When Chu Mo first came to teach them, his first sentence was: "From now on, you must answer my question "Yes, sir!" "No problem, sir!" Do you understand?"
Since then, the superiors and subordinates of the Iron Blood Thirteen Eagles have very clear regulations. In this team, there is only one who obeys, obeys, and then obeys.
Chu Mo walked to the center of the school ground he had set up with everyone, and the Iron Blood Thirteen Eagle was already standing straight waiting for his examination.
Looking at these thirteen iron-blooded warriors, perhaps they are not as good as the Golden Swordsmen when fighting alone, but they only took them half a month to build the silver stage. What is this?
If the leaders of the three countries on the God and Demon Continent knew about this, they would probably invite Chu Mo to their country at all costs, let him be the general and train soldiers.
In just half a month, a group of unarmed poor people were trained to be more powerful than silver-level masters, with a stronger overall strength.
Oh my God...
If there is such ability, how many poor people are there in the world?
In this era, the poor are as lowly as beasts. If they can train such a large number of powerful warriors, who can resist on the Gods and Demons Continent?
Of course, these are just constructive and beautiful ideas!
In fact, training the Iron Blood Thirteen Eagles is too demanding.
First, physical fitness must be strong; second, there must be people like Chu Mo who are willing to consume their own internal energy to massage and promote blood circulation every day.
The above two points are very rare.
Not to mention physical fitness, just talking about Chu Mo's internal energy to massage him, I'm afraid that no one else can do the entire God and Demon Continent except Chu Mo has this ability.
What?
You said that old naughty boy?
Haha, just him?
His internal strength is pretty good, but unfortunately he wouldn't do that. He couldn't explain his deep internal strength himself.
"Mo, where are you going?" Zi Xuan and Nianyan came to the school ground with thirteen female team members. When they saw Chu Mo standing there in a daze, they asked softly.
Thirteen female team members also formed a team called Thirteen Lady Group.
Of course, this name was given by Chu Mo.
I originally wanted to call the Detachment of Women, but I saw that there were only thirteen people. Forget it, just call the Detachment of Women! If there are more women in the future, I will get another Detachment of Women...
Thinking of this, a dirty man, with saliva on his lips, was smiling...
"Jing Shi and the others were hunting in the forest just now and said they had found signs of living. I suspected that it was them. Now I want to take them to find them." Chu Mo turned around and saw Zi Xuan and Nian Yan looking at him with concern, and replied with a hurried smile.
"Is it really them?" Both women were very excited when they heard Chu Mo's answer.
"It may be them, I can't be sure now!" Chu Mo said with a smile.
"Let's go together!" Zi Xuan and Nian Yan said in unison.
"Okay, go together!" Chu Mo smiled immediately, held the two women's slender waists, gently tapped the ground with his toes, and used Wudang's unique skills, "Tiyunzong" to jump forward.
Six meters away, a breeze blew into the ears of everyone present and said, "Iron-blooded Thirteen Eagles, Thirteen Lady Group obeys the orders and sets off!"
"Yes, sir!" On the school ground, the Iron Blood Thirteen Eagle and the Thirteen Lady Group replied in unison.
The sound filled the valley in the breeze.
The villagers nearby have become accustomed to these military training voices. They continue to do farm work with smiles.
The old naughty boy was playing with a mini bear when he suddenly saw three figures flashing in front of him, one man and three women, weren’t the three Chu Mo, Nian Yan and Zi Xuan?
"Little guy, are they going out together?" the old naughty boy asked strangely.
The little guy looked at the three people away in confusion, and his fleshy bear paw patted his furry little head, obviously not knowing where they were going.
"They will definitely have fun things to do when they go out. Let's go together?" The old naughty boy is worthy of being the old naughty boy. Seeing the three of them leaving, he smiled evilly and said to the little guy.
Playful is the little guy's favorite. Nowadays, the old and the young guy are very co-starring. The old naughty boy strode forward and chases him. The little guy has not been idle for the past half month. It is often invited by Chu Mo to participate in the training of the Iron Blood Thirteen Eagles and Thirteen Lady Group.
Don't underestimate it. When Chu Mo tried to throw the killed magic core to it, it creaked and nibbled the monster directly.
After understanding the characteristics of the little guys who like to eat magic cores, Chu Mo often trained the Iron Blood Thirteen Eagles and others to go to the forest to kill monsters. On the one hand, they can test their skills, and on the other hand, they can raise little guys.
The little guy who ate the magic core grew very quickly, as if he was like a vegetable poured with fertilizer. He used to be the size of a small slap, but now he is five or six years old.
The little guy radiated a yellowish light all over his body. The little guy patted the ground, his eyes as big as a bean, and a howling sounded, and the strong wind blew, and the little guy rushed forward like a bomb shot out.
If Chu Mo saw this, he would definitely shout "Meat Bullet Chariot"!!!