The eagerness to achieve meritorious deeds made Feng Junye’s fighting spirit double. He rode his war horse and his spiritual power roared out, forming a layer of protective cover beside him, wielding a spear, and striking straight towards the enemy.

"Young Master Jun Ye, I'm sorry." Among the reinforcements surrounded by all sides, Mu Hansha was sitting on one of the tall horses. A ray of light surged in his eyes, and a transparent wave suddenly spread. The invisible and shadowy divine attack was released on a large scale.

Sikong Sheng also closed his hands closely: "Blood snail sound explosion!" A spiraled blood-colored beam carrying a powerful ultrasound wave, which penetrated Feng Junye's brain in a straight line.

Feng Junye knew the ability of Mu Hansha's Tianfu Master, so before the other party could launch an attack, he hurriedly used his spiritual consciousness to block all his senses. However, he did not expect that Sikong Sheng actually knew a similar sound wave attack, and this attack caused a violent shock in his soul when he was negligent in defense.

"Kill!" Seeing Feng Junye shaking on the horse's back, the morale of the Group B army was greatly shocked. The generals raised their weapons and led the accompanying virtual soldiers to rush towards him. The horse's hooves stepped on the dust and smoke, the earth shook, the energy spread, and the harsh sound boom echoed.

Although Feng Junye lost the opportunity, he was not panicked. With his strength, he was definitely ahead of these generals who rushed to assist. Although they are now attacking together, with this number, they still cannot reach the point of "there are so many ants that they can kill the elephant"—

However, this siege was not as tragic as imagined.

Feng Junye didn't know whether it was an illusion, but these enemies seemed to be in a state of "surrounding but not fighting". Apart from bluffing and throwing out a few spiritual skills outside the encirclement, no general was willing to approach him and kill him for several rounds. This feeling... was like teasing him!

Since this is the case, Feng Junye also tried to promote the battle situation. But when he took the initiative to launch an attack, the enemy would step on the neat square formation and circle around the team, and always be able to remove his strength just right. After equalizing the game, he would once again stick to the balanced situation, which made Feng Junye very anxious.

Although they are not their opponents to fight for strength, they are not their own opponents. However, with the benefits of wheel battle brought by the battle formation, it is still more than enough to defend just by defense.

The strange encirclement lasted for about half an hour, and another smoke of gunpowder rose from afar. This time, Yan Yueque and others saw that he had not returned for a long time and led their troops to reinforce.

After the reinforcements of Group A appeared, the generals of Group B who were immersed in "cat-catching mice" immediately showed a look of horror. The battle formations of various ways were quickly integrated and retreated in batches. Sikong Sheng also bluffed and shouted a few times: "You are lucky today!" Then he turned his horse's head and integrated into the evacuated team.

Going further forward, it is the base camp of Group B. With the current military strength, there is no need to fight them head-on. Rong Xiao ignored it and rode his horse to Feng Junye, supporting him who looked a little lost.

"I just think the enemy's withdrawal is strange. Are you okay?"

There was an anxious emotion in Feng Junye's eyes, and he subconsciously raised his hand and threw him away.

Damn, why is this happening...

Group B... Group B looks down on me at all, and looks down on our team in City C... So they can play with me at will... The only ones they fear are A and B...

Is there only two cities in Group A and B? Is Yan Yueque the only one who can make you retreat without fighting?

When did I become a vassal of Tianxiao Pavilion...

Yan Yueque immediately noticed Feng Junye's subtle action, which made him frown slightly.

He hates sarcastic people more than those who are open and honest with him.

...

After that battle, Feng Junye, who returned to Bing City, suddenly seemed to have changed into another person.

He pulled all the trialists to the school grounds and asked them to follow the virtual soldiers to conduct various harsh physical training. The days were already vicious, and within a short while, they caused complaints from the soldiers.

"City Lord, why did you suddenly increase the training volume? If we continue like this, we will train you to death before we can kill the enemy!"

Feng Junye glanced coldly and said, "Nothing happens!" That extremely stern expression never appeared on him. Now, he seems to be no longer the "people-friendly" city lord who used to laugh with everyone and was loved by the soldiers, but a cold-blooded and ruthless coach.

"The four cities under Group A are in charge of our city C now have the worst overall strength! If you hear it, you are the worst!" Feng Junye's voice continued to increase, and the anger that made everyone feel strange was also deepening.

"No one can be taken out of offense and defense! I just want you to think carefully about why you are so bad! Why!!"

Everyone is a trialist, but now he is pointing at the nose and scolding him alone. Everyone looks at each other and can see the same resentment in the other's eyes.

Besides, when you were admitted to the Tiangong Gate, everyone's strength was different. You didn't know it only on the first day, so why would you make us angry? No one is a professional soldier and you can't get fat even if you eat it in one bite. Can't you just take it slowly?

Amid his scolding, many people were disgusted and complained secretly that they had never been able to make trouble at this time.

If you are not afraid of death, it is probably Ge Shu who rushed forward. Not only did he not buy Feng Junye’s account at all, he sat down on the spot and sneered at him: “Why are we not bad? It’s obvious that the city lord’s problem! Yan Yueque and Feng Boliang are all top ten players, oh, no, top five players, who are you a top five players?”

Feng Junye was furious and walked to him quickly, shouting sternly: "You, get out of the line! Go around the school ground and run ten laps for me immediately!"

"Run away from your mother!" Ge Shu Chong was not willing to be outdone and glared back at a glance.

With a "bang", Feng Junye raised a long whip in his hand, and a real whip whip harshly on his back, and his clothes suddenly cracked!

This scene made everyone stunned.

It was not a bluff, nor was it just a talk. Seeing Ge Shu Chong's weakened life strip under this whip, everyone gradually realized that Feng Junye had really changed. Faced with soldiers who did not obey orders, he would really use "corporal punishment"...

"Do you run away?" Before everyone could come back from their horror, Feng Junye's loud shout exploded again, which made everyone stand up, "If you don't run away, get out! I am the city lord here!"

Ge Shu Chong was obviously stunned for a moment. When he came to his senses, he jumped up suddenly and snatched the long whip from Feng Junye's hand. He also slapped back with a heavier blow.

"Feng Junye, you..." Ge Shu Chong gritted his teeth and finally threw the long whip to the ground angrily, "I won't be with you anymore!" As soon as he said this, he stepped out of the team and rushed out of the schoolyard angrily.

Brother Shuqing watched coldly until now, leaving indifferently: "Lord Feng City is too much, too little." He didn't look at him again, and turned around and left.

Feng Junye picked up the long whip, wiped away the blood marks on his face, turned to the group of silent soldiers, and cursed again: "What are you looking at? Keep practicing for me!"

This time, it seemed that no one dared to resist him again.

However, Feng Junye's high-pressure training is really too deceptive.

From that day on, he would whistle in the camp late at night, and the loud shouts containing the fluctuations of spiritual power were like rolling muffled thunder, shaking in the sky.

"gather!!"

The training will last almost all night, and the soldiers who were trained into a pool of mud, just as they returned to the room, Feng Junye would rush in and out with the first ray of light in the morning, and saw the trialist still lying on the bed, and whipped the whip hard.

"All up! Don't look at what time it is now, and they are still sleeping!"

After everyone lined up with their sleepy eyes, they would be tortured by various training methods that they had heard of and had never heard of.

The most common sentence Feng Junye said to him is—

"If you don't practice to death, practice to death for me! Run!"

...

This kind of hell life lasted for several days, and it seemed that there would never be an end. In the evening of that day, all the trialists had to follow the virtual soldiers again, each carrying a log on his shoulder, and chains on his ankles. He dragged a few shot puts behind the chains, running hard...

Suddenly, a practitioner with the weakest physique finally couldn't hold on. His feet became soft and he fell heavily on the track. The log on his shoulder also rolled out "gushing" all the way out.

Feng Junye rushed forward with a quick step. His first reaction was not to check his injuries, but to lift the whip and whip hard again. Even the soldier was unconscious and ignored it. The whip still fell on him.

Looking at the slowly lowering life strip, Wen Zhichen finally couldn't bear it anymore, turned around and grabbed the tip of his whip.

"Enough! Master Jun Ye, you have really done too much recently! Do you want to force everyone away? You were not like this before... You shouldn't be like this!"

"In the past..." Feng Junye sneered, "It is because I was too relaxed to you before that your strength is at the bottom! Since I came to participate in the trial, I was not here to play. I can't even afford this little bit of hardship. How can I endure the hardship of war!"

At the beginning, he was also very patient... When he realized that Ccheng was behind, he immediately tried to improve.

At the beginning, he talked with Geshuchong in a nice voice.

"Do you think that the development of our city C is going down a little? I want to increase the amount of training and increase the urgency of the soldiers' barracks' life. What do you think?"

When Ge Shu Chong responded to him, he just waved his hand impatiently: "What are you training? It's good and very free."

He also discussed with Wen Zhichen—

"Are you writing a program again?" Seeing Wen Zhichen burying his head with a jade slip, Feng Junye walked to him with a smile and patted him on the shoulder.

"Don't work too hard. By the way, I want to ask you something. I saw Tang Mu in City B before, using a program in the war to block the enemy's technological weapons. I think it's quite valuable. Can you write a similar program?"

Wen Zhichen didn't even raise his head and replied indifferently: "Since Tang Mu has already written it, wouldn't it be better to let him transmit the data packets to us wirelessly? Besides, Tang Mu is Tang Mu, not everyone must move closer to him. We, Ccheng City, should also find our own way of fighting!"

He also trained with everyone, but everyone shouted that they were tired after a while—

"City Lord, I've been training for so long. Let's take a break, right?"

The girls also echoed sweetly: "That's right, the sun is so big, and the skin is sunburned!"

Although Feng Junye was worried, he still had a gentle smile on the surface: "Okay, let's take a break for a while. After half an hour, we will gather here."

As a result, half an hour later, he couldn't find their people. He went around to search for them, but finally found that they had already returned to the camp and were gathering together to eat watermelon.

Seeing him appear, the group of people just said hello lazily, and even had a look of watermelon on their faces... They didn't seem to think that absent from training was something worthy of reflection!

Sure enough... I have a good temper... I am too spoiled by these spoiled recruits!

If he can, he doesn't want to be stern and make himself look disgusting, but the key is that many people are like this. If you have a good temper, he will not accept you. In order to achieve the training effect, Feng Junye can only transform himself into Shura. As a result, the more he sees those people who are not enterprising, the more angry he gets. Every day there seems to be a ball of fire in his body, which will burst out anytime and anywhere!

"A good commander should be to conquer people with virtue, not with martial arts." At the moment, Wen Zhichen said with a sarcasm, "No matter how you train harder before, I endured you, because I think you are really doing it for our own good... But now it seems that you have really gone the wrong way."

He stood up straight and threw down the log on his shoulders, "Sorry, before you can't learn to respect the soldiers, I'm afraid I can't train with you again."

"Wen Zhichen!" Looking at his left back, Feng Junye shouted angrily, "Don't you know the reason why the stupid bird flies first? At that time, because your talent is not as good as Tang Mu, in order to surpass him, you must make far more efforts than him! I thought you were the one who understands my mood the best!"

Wen Zhichen stood still, looked back at him, and a mocking smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Indeed, I tried it, so I realized that it is wrong to blindly copy other people's lives like this. If I still insist on that, maybe until today, I am just a shadow chasing Tang Mu. It is precisely because I truly realized the gap between us and can accept it that I can find another development path and be myself better."

After saying that, he really left without looking back.

...

When the Shura brothers got angry before, the soldiers of the "little transparent" dared not follow suit because they understood that they did not have the strength and did not have the capital. But now even Wen Zhichen has left, and more and more people are thinking about leaving.

It was like a dark projection, Feng Junye stood alone, and the number of people around him was rapidly decreasing. In the end, he left no one left.

"Let's go...you all go! Even if I'm the only one, I will never give up!"

A strong enterprising spirit is sometimes a double-edged sword. It can not only make you strive for progress, achieve success, but also make you tie yourself up and fail.

——During the Group B meeting, Chen Antong once said so.
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