Chapter 913 144. Three Hundred Warriors of Liberty City
Annan did not want Monzon Montreal to stay in sight for a second, and looked at Princess Sayles who had been silent since just now.
"Let's go. The flowers I just planted don't want to wither just because I see you." Princess Sails' tone returned to a cold tone.
Annan chuckled: "You are wrong. The more rotten and dirty things are, the more plants can thrive."
"Princess, we will visit you again tomorrow."< br>
Monzon Montreal signaled to Princess Sales and left with the two people in silence.
Looking at their backs, Annan tilted his head and asked: "When will the military parade start?"
"A week later."
"Seven days..."
Annan chatted with Princess Sales for a while, then returned to Liberty City and found the two instructors chosen by Losey, Lyric and Walter.
Lyric was blind in one eye, Walter was lame in one leg, and most of those who came back alive had some injuries.
"Instructor Lyric, I leave the alien army to you. Train them hard!"
"I will make these soldiers learn to queue up!" One-eyed Lyric Rick assured loudly.
"Not enough." Annan shook his head, "The Kingdom of Rykaner will also participate in this military parade, so treat the military parade in seven days as a new battlefield!"
Lyric's eyes Breathing out a literal fire of vengeance: "I'll let them go home with their pants wet!"
"Please."
Lyric turned around and strode towards the camp.
“Everyone, gather!”
They are scattered throughout the camp, chasing and fighting goblins, orcs lifting weights and wrestling, white dragons being fed food, and centaurs, The elves formed a chaotic line in front of Lyric.
It’s good to have a group of foreign soldiers with such obedience after just two days of training, but it’s not enough.
"The goblins line up in the front, the orcs in the middle, the tauren in the back, the ratmen, centaurs, and elves at the end!"
The alien army was in chaos for several minutes, and reluctantly formed a skewed queue in accordance with Lyric's instructions. : One hundred goblins stood in a row, thirty orcs stood in two columns, ten tauren stood in a row, and the ratmen, centaurs, elves, etc. simply took their own places.
"Line up in ten rows!"
Lyrick shouted again, and the team was in chaos for a while, barely forming according to the instructor's request.
Walter walked up to the orc lamely, kicking and beating him to make the orc stand in order.
"Can we kill the enemy by standing together?" an orc muttered.
Walter continued to lower his head, because as a gun holder, the magic musket was placed on his shoulders, which deafened one ear and did not hear the orc's complaints.
Lyric heard it. His remaining right eye scanned the crowd of orcs: "Who is talking, stand up!"
The orcs did not move, but the good goblins turned around, pointed at the orcs who were speaking and shouted: "It is it, it is it!" "
"Shut up! Did I let you speak?"
Lyric's stern roar made the goblins shrink their necks in frustration. He glared at the orc: "Repeat what you just said!"
"Stand in line and you can't kill the enemy... ..." the orc said unconvinced.
"You are soldiers! You are the parts on the golem and the bricks on the city wall!" Lyric looked around the alien army and said to everyone: "The reason why we can kill enemies a hundred times our own is because Discipline is a whole!"
"You can't even execute orders, how can you make people believe that you can kill the enemy!"
The orc's lips curled up, speechless.
Lyric's eyes returned to it: "Do you know what's wrong?"
"I know..."
Lyric shouted: "Are you trying to imitate mosquitoes!"< br>
“Got it!”
“Everyone! Look to your left and stand with it as your goal!”
There was a commotion in the queue, this time almost as neat as a human army.
Lyric and Walter continued to move through the group, adjusting their positions according to their size. "Remember the position of each of you, and the array will be arranged according to this order in the future!"
"Now lift your left leg and take a step forward——"
"Do you know what neat means? Stand like cotton yarn for me!"
"Put your feet up! Imagine that the mouse is under your feet and step on it hard!"
The two instructors roared one after another, making the camp lively.
The atmosphere of the foreign legion inspired other legions to train their soldiers one after another.
Finally it was time to rest at noon. The soldiers, who were more tired than they had been in a battle, came to the canteen and saw the rich food, and they had no complaints at all.
“Where is the instructor?”
A centurion of the Guards was timid. Don't think that it's okay because he is a centurion. Their instructor has a weird temper. When a soldier makes a mistake, he doesn't cause trouble to the soldier, but spits at him.
"I don't know..." Another centurion looked around, "It seems that the instructors are not here..."
Finding that the instructors were not there, the soldiers began to complain loudly about the instructors' harshness.
Having various nicknames - such as Cripple Walter and Blind Lyric.
At this time, the instructors were being healed by the mage.
After shouting all morning, their throats could no longer bear it.
Annan took the time to come over and asked them what they were still missing.
"They are very obedient, but when will the soldiers' armor be repaired?" Lyric said, "Without standard armor, it is useless no matter how neat the queue is."
"From the blacksmith shop" The chimney spouts thick smoke around the clock, and all soldiers will have it."
After speaking, Annan hurried back to the city lord's palace as if he was busy with something.
After the instructors received treatment, they returned to the camp and continued to ravage the soldiers.
"Blind Lyric?"
Lyric chewed on this title with interest: "It's a good nickname, but I hope all of you can remember that I The only eye he lost was when he was fighting the rat men."
Contrary to his severity in the morning, Lyric's gentleness at this moment confused the soldiers of the alien legion.
But if the Hellfire Legion is here, they will know that Lyric is going to play his tricks again: making them cry and laugh through his sometimes harsh and sometimes gentle attitude, and having everyone at his fingertips. .
"I understand your complaints. Practicing queues and walking in unison is boring and boring...but you don't know its meaning."
Lerric told them about the Kingdom of Ruikan's participation in the victory parade, As expected, the foreign legions were gearing up.
"I want you to treat this like a war!"
......
Olmedo felt that Annan was a little strange today.
Instead of running around to find his female friends in the Montreal hills, he shut himself up in his study.
After handling the matters at hand, Olmedo came to the study.
"What is this? 300 Warriors of Liberty City...?" Olmedo picked up Annan's draft and put it aside, "New script?"
"Hmm..." Annan nodded. Don’t give up, continue to write the script of "300 Warriors of Liberty City".
“It’s not like you to be shooting a new magic video so soon. Is it a big production?”
"That's right..." Annan recalled the plot, with war scenes taking up most of the plot.
“How much time will it take?” Olmedo scanned the draft.
"Five days."
A pair of surprised blue eyes appeared after the draft: "So fast? Can you complete the script in five days?"
"What I mean is It was shot in five days.”
(End of this chapter)