Slay the Gods: All the blood of kings must end with the sword!

The freshman training camp that was originally supposed to be held in Beijing was held in Cangnan City this year.

When the members of Team 136 received this news, they were obviously stunned for a moment.

really.

Lin Xuan thought to himself.

Lin Qiye cannot leave Cangnan City, because once he leaves, the Mortal God Realm will become ineffective, and the 100,000 residents of Cangnan City, who rely on miracles to exist, will disappear.

At this time, everyone was on their way to the training camp.

Because we had to carry luggage, we used a white Mitsubishi Hongguang van for this trip, which was very spacious inside.

Inside the car, everyone stared at each other, and an awkward feeling was brewing in the air.

Lin Qiye felt his heart bleeding. He had prepared so many things yesterday afternoon, but now many of them were useless.

Not to mention the unrefundable train tickets, just the down jacket and thick quilt that Sister Hongying bought for him, these are completely useless.

Cangnan City is located in the south and it is not cold at all in winter.

That’s all money!

Lin Qiye was wailing in his heart, and Lin Xuan was watching with great interest. Although he was also a victim, he was only amused by seeing Lin Qiye's frustrated look.

To be honest, when Hongying and Si Xiaonan took him shopping, he really forgot that this training camp was in Cangnan City, and there was actually no need to buy so many things.

He knows the script, but he is also a human being, not a saint with an IQ of 250 who can control everything.

So it is reasonable to forget about it.

Well, this is very rivery.

Lin Xuan tried to make amends for himself.

The white van finally stopped in a deserted suburb. Although it was within Cangnan City, there was no human habitation within twenty miles, only a series of checkpoints.

The military acted very quickly. As soon as the order was issued to hold the training camp in Cangnan City, the military began to deploy defenses.

Lin Xuan and Lin Qiye, each pulling two suitcases, walked towards the distant checkpoint.

There was no other way, Hongying and others could only send them here. Further ahead was a military restricted area and ordinary people were not allowed to approach.

Suddenly, Lin Xuan looked up in one direction and felt that he was being targeted.

In the sunlight, there was a faint light.

That was a sniper.

The other party didn't expect that Lin Xuan could notice him from thousands of meters away, and his hand holding the walkie-talkie was obviously stunned.

He was reporting the two teenagers to his superiors.

"Those two guys were walking this way, and one of them seemed to notice me."

"Are you sure? This is over a thousand meters away. Even an old soldier in the army wouldn't be able to spot a sniper at this distance."

"I, I'm not sure, but the other party is definitely looking in my direction."

There was silence on the other end of the intercom for a long time, and finally there was a "tsk" sound.

"Why is this training camp filled with so many monsters this year?"

"Lin Xuan, what are you looking at?"

Lin Qiye looked in the direction of Lin Xuan's gaze, but found nothing.

"It's okay." Lin Xuan withdrew his gaze. He could feel a vague feeling of being targeted by something, but he did not feel a sense of crisis as if he was being stabbed in the back. It seemed that the other party had no hostility.

He should be a military sniper, responsible for external surveillance.

Lin Xuan's intuition is now no different from that of a wild beast, and is even sharper than that of an ordinary wild beast. If the other party had not aimed at him, he would not have been able to detect the other party.

Chen Muye once talked to him about this.

In battle, especially in a battle between masters, there is no so-called single move or technique. It is more about improvisation on the spot, and it all depends on reaction and intuition.

Lin Xuan's intuition was so strong that even if Chen Muye showed no moral integrity and suddenly attacked from behind, he would be able to react and roll away.

Even if Chen Muye didn't make any sound throughout the whole process, Lin Xuan would have noticed something was wrong, as if he had eyes behind him.

According to Lin Xuan, this sneak attack was too obvious, like a chill in the warm sun, and it was hard not to notice it.

As for why Chen Muye attacked from behind... don't ask.

Not long after, a military green pickup truck appeared in front of Lin Xuan and Lin Qiye. An officer poked his head out of the truck and asked with a Sichuan accent.

"What do you do?"

"New recruits training." Lin Xuan said concisely.

"New recruits? Arriving so quickly?"

The officer was obviously a little surprised. He didn't expect them to come back so soon.

"Let me see the ID first."

Lin Xuan and Lin Qiye were well prepared and handed over their IDs. After checking them, the officer waved to them.

"Get in the car, you four will be the first to arrive."

At the same time, Lin Xuan's feeling of being targeted by something disappeared.

The sniper was no longer aiming at them.

The two looked at each other and got into the car.

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The interior of the training camp is very large, and the buildings inside are all made of unknown materials and are not temporary structures.

It seems that the higher-ups had planned this training camp in advance.

Lin Xuan nodded secretly. It was normal. The higher-ups must have been keeping an eye on Lin Qiye. The captain was in the 136th unit, wasn't that the case?

Not only that, the captain is also alive today thanks to Lin Qiye's Mortal Divine Realm.

What Lin Xuan was thinking about was that when Lin Qiye withdrew the Mortal Divine Realm, he would pull the captain into his Nibelungen so that he could keep Lao Zhao company.

After all, Old Zhao kept clamoring to have another fight with Chen Muye.

The two men were walking in the training camp dragging their suitcases when they ran into an officer.

The officer was about to pass by, but suddenly seemed to realize something. He turned his head and stared at the two men's cheeks. After confirming repeatedly, he walked forward.

"You, are Lin Xuan and Lin Qiye?"

"You know us?"

Lin Qiye was a little confused.

"Of course, Michael and Nidhogg's divine agents are so rare! Usually, you wouldn't see one for several years, but now there are two of them.

"Come, come, I'll take you to visit the training camp. This is where you'll be living for the next year, so I'll give you a tour to familiarize yourself with it first."

It was obvious that this officer was a chatterbox. Even without Lin Xuan and Lin Qiye opening their mouths, he began to talk incessantly.

For example, the old man in the cafeteria who came all the way from Beijing, the funny things that happened on the training ground, and even the embarrassing things of his comrades were all dug out and criticized by him over and over again.

Lin Xuan noticed that when the officer said this, the expression of an officer in the distance darkened significantly, as if to say, "You kid, wait for me tonight, or you won't have a good time tonight!"

I’ll put a sack on you and beat you up!

Lin Xuan and Lin Qiye listened attentively. In the end, the officer took them to the dormitory building and asked them to choose a dormitory for themselves.

"How about we share a room?"

Lin Qiye asked. Compared with other people in the training camp, he was more familiar with Lin Xuan, and they could take care of each other.

"Forget it, let's each pick one."

If the two of them lived in the same room, there would be no place for Baili Pangpang.

"also."

Lin Qiye nodded and pulled his pink suitcase into the house.

Lin Xuan chose another room with comfortable lighting and walked in dragging the same suitcase.

The dormitory was very empty, with only two hard beds and a wooden cabinet in the middle, nothing else.

Not to mention air conditioning, there isn't even a fan.

However, it doesn't matter.

With Lin Xuan's physical fitness, he is no longer afraid of cold or heat.

After skillfully laying out the bed sheets and quilt covers, Lin Xuan's consciousness sank into Nibelungen.

Lin Xuan looked at Old Zhao, who was lying on the ground, scratching his stomach and snoring, and kicked him.

"Old Zhao, don't sleep anymore, get on the line!"