Chapter 252

So much so that the soldiers in the surrounding defense areas all looked at the dysentery

An armed standoff between soldiers and military commanders has not occurred for many years.

So much so that the soldiers in the surrounding defense zones all looked over at the same time.

It was not until a few screams woke everyone up that they realized that they were on a battlefield and could lose their lives if they were distracted. Only then did they concentrate and deal with those demons.

But from time to time, someone would look over here, obviously curious about what the final outcome would be.

Cheng Hui didn't expect this to happen, but he didn't think it was his fault.

With Zhao Ting's personality, this day will come sooner or later. His actions are just making this day come sooner.

The atmosphere at the scene was extremely tense, and the morale of the Shangwei Legion had basically plummeted after this incident.

Cheng Hui was targeting Zhao Ting, but he didn't want his life, let alone these soldiers.

So he signaled Wei Yuanzhou to launch a wave of attacks to clear out the demons in front of them, at least to give those people some buffer time.

Wei Yuanzhou's military soul skill is designed to be similar to a rain of arrows. It is very powerful. The only drawback is that it consumes a lot of energy and has a long cooling time. He can only use it twice a day while maintaining his combat ability.

After a wave of arrows rained down, all the demons in this area were wiped out, and the Shangwei Legion finally seized the opportunity to catch its breath.

The soldier named Lao Huang gritted his teeth, but he didn't say anything else. He turned around suddenly and chopped a little demon who had just climbed up into two halves.

This little disturbance was quickly settled, but everyone knew that this was just the beginning.

After the battle, when Zhao Ting led the Shangwei Legion down the city wall, the look he gave Cheng Hui was as if poisoned.

Cheng Hui looked at him coldly, not afraid to look him in the eye.

The one who teases first is the cheap one!

Since you want to cause trouble, you have to bear the consequences.

Zhao Ting was so furious at his look that he wanted to rush up and punch him twice.

If the deputy general, who still had some sense, had not held him tightly, he might have been unable to control himself and attacked.

"Remember this! Let's go!" he said hatefully.

Cheng Hui scratched his ears and sneered. Everyone can make harsh remarks. What's the point of just talking? If you have the guts, you have to take action.

Hmm? Do it?

Cheng Hui's mind suddenly became active.

No private fighting is allowed in the Blood Battle City, and no persecution of any kind is allowed.

But...how can everything be safe and sound when a group of hot-blooded men are together? Conflicts may break out if anyone shows weakness to them.

If conflicts are not resolved, they will only accumulate and grow. On the contrary, if you vent your anger, there is a certain chance that the saying "no fight, no deal" will occur.

Therefore, in order to help these soldiers calm down their conflicts, the command group built several fighting arenas in the Bloody Battle City.

Have a conflict? Go to the fighting arena!

Who do you dislike? Go to the fighting arena!

Steal girls, steal men, steal children... go to the fighting arena!

Cheng Hui: ...wait, something strange seems to have gotten in..._(:з」∠)_

Forget it, it has nothing to do with me anyway.

In a word, no matter what the conflict is about, you can solve it in the fighting arena.

If you really can't solve it... it's okay, you can continue to fight, fight every day, fight every month... until the day you leave here.

Of course, fighting will return, but the harmony cannot be damaged.

What does it mean to hurt the harmony? It means to lose limbs or something like that... In other words, there can't be any disability.

You have to make an appointment in advance to go to the fighting arena. One party issues a challenge, and the other party can refuse or accept it.

If you refuse, there won't be any serious consequences, at most it will be a little embarrassing. If you accept... losing will be equally embarrassing.

Cheng Hui wasn't sure if Zhao Ting would do this. In fact, he was most worried that this guy would come up with some unconventional tricks. However, Instructor Chen and the others had said that unconventional tricks might work in other places, but they would never work here.

With spies from the Supervisory Office around, no one would risk the execution of their entire clan to do bad things in the Blood Battle City.

Cheng Hui felt that what he said made sense. Since there were no secret tricks, he could follow up on whatever tricks Zhao Ting used.

Speaking of which, Zhao Ting is quite strong. The fact that he was able to successfully take over the power of the Morning Legion was closely related to his own strength.

Unfortunately, strength doesn't guarantee intelligence, and reading military manuals doesn't guarantee command. He was simply too confident in himself and couldn't accept that he'd lost a battle, so he put the blame on the soldiers.

Shifting the blame - Soldiers taking the blame - Distrusting the military leader - Unable to activate the military spirit - Losing the battle - Continue shifting the blame.

A perfect vicious cycle is formed.

Cheng Hui was able to perform so well thanks to his own strong strength and ability to lead the soldiers. He never gave blind orders and fully distributed the power to Zheng Kai and Wei Yuanzhou.

During his rest time, he also studied a lot of military books, not seeking to be proficient in them, but to have some understanding, so that at least he would not be dumbfounded by the slightest accident on the battlefield.

Fortunately, he has some talent in this area, which is why he performs so well on the battlefield.

He performed well - the military spirit was strong - the soldiers were strengthened - they won the victory - the soldiers trusted him - the military spirit skills became more powerful.

The trust and cooperation of the soldiers are the foundation of the powerful military soul skills, so Zhao Ting was completely wrong. It was not that the soldiers did not trust him, but his performance made it impossible for the soldiers to trust him.

Trust takes a long time to build, but only a second to collapse.

Zhao Ting is the best example.

As Cheng Hui expected, not long after he returned to the tent, he received a letter of challenge from an instructor.

Cheng Hui's mouth twitched. It really is... not surprising at all... →_→

Speaking of which... who gave Zhao Ting the confidence to challenge himself?

Cheng Hui touched his chin and wondered, the strength he had shown on the battlefield before was enough to defeat ten Zhao Tings. Does he have any new trump cards?

But then I thought... Oh, right, this Zhao Ting seemed to have never seen me take action.

When he was next to Zhao Ting, he mostly used the military spirit to strengthen the soldiers and let them give full play to their abilities. He himself did not take action very often.

Cheng Hui's expression became a little subtle. This Zhao Ting...could he not think that he was the kind of military leader who cooperated very well with the soldiers but was useless in fighting alone?

There are actually many such military leaders. After all, on this bloody battlefield, the emphasis is on legionary combat. Apart from the Death Squad, no one would choose to fight alone. It is not impossible for him to make such a guess...

Cheng Hui held back his laughter, thinking that this guy was so unlucky, he was simply asking for his face to be hit.

Stealing his military merits will only make him feel aggrieved. How can it be more satisfying than actually beating him up!

Just like that, Cheng Hui happily accepted the challenge from the other party, and kindly informed Instructor Chen and the others, allowing them to go and watch the fun.

The next morning, Cheng Hui woke up early, feeling refreshed.

He did a set of boxing, took a shower, and when he came out, breakfast was served.

The team leader was still the fat man Old Xie from that day. When Old Xie saw Cheng Hui, he immediately showed an expression as if he wanted to say something but hesitated.

Cheng Hui took the bowl of soup and four large steamed buns, then rolled his eyes at Old Xie: "Just say what you want to say. I won't eat you."

Old Xie's face turned red. He looked around and secretly took out an oil-paper bag from his pocket.

Cheng Hui's eyes widened, thinking, "No way... is Zhao Ting so fierce? He actually bribed Old Xie to drug him?"

Wait a minute...isn't this medicine a bit too much? Only a blind person could swallow it without noticing, right?

Oh, that's okay.

He lazily grabbed a piece of steamed bun and stuffed it into his mouth: "Old Xie, if you have something to say, just tell me, why are you so secretive?"

Old Xie put the oil paper bag on the table and pushed it towards him.

Cheng Hui raised his eyelids and said, "Why do you look a little guilty? Did you poison me?"

"Pah, pah, pah!" Old Xie couldn't help but roll his eyes: "I must be crazy to poison you."

Cheng Hui smiled and opened the oil paper. Wow... what a fat chicken leg, greasy and rosy in color, it looked very appetizing.

Cheng Hui was amused and knocked on the table: "Tell me, what do you want from me? Such delicious chicken legs are not often found here."

Old Xie gave him a thumbs-up and said, "You have good taste! This is our class leader's treasure. You'll know once you try it."

Cheng Hui sneered: "Don't try that. Tell me what's going on first. I won't eat it unless you explain it clearly."

As the saying goes, one should be grateful to the person who has eaten his food. He will not eat other people's food before he understands their purpose.

Old Xie rubbed his hands nervously, chuckled twice, and said vaguely: "It's nothing... just... what happened a few days ago."

Cheng Hui paused slightly: "What? You only remembered to apologize to me now?"

Old Xie waved his hands quickly, "No, no, our squad leader left a few days ago. He only found out what those guys had done when he came back last night. He punished them right then and there, giving each of them ten lashes. He did it himself, and we were all watching. There was no trickery at all. Now those guys are still crawling on the bed, and it will probably take a while for them to get up."

He glanced at Cheng Hui secretly, trying to see something from his face, but unfortunately Cheng Hui had already maxed out his expressionless skill. At least Old Xie couldn't tell whether he was still angry or not.

He scratched his head and said, "Actually, the squad leader wanted to come and apologize in person, but since he doesn't know you well, it's not convenient for him to come to your house rashly, so he asked me to come and scout out the way."

Cheng Hui gave Old Xie a meaningful look and asked, "Is your squad leader so fair and strict?"

Old Xie smiled awkwardly: "It's... okay." How could he dare to tell Cheng Hui? At first, the squad leader didn't take it seriously until he heard about Cheng Hui's performance in the past two days, then he changed his attitude.

Cheng Hui didn't delve into it. No matter whether the squad leader was pretending or being sincere, the matter was not a big deal. Since the other party was willing to apologize, there was no need for him to hold on to it.

After all, it was Zhao Ting who offended him, and those people from the Fire Army were accomplices. Since the squad leader had already punished those people, he was willing to give him some face and take over the matter.

After figuring all this out, he laughed heartily, took the chicken leg and took a big bite. "Not bad, this chicken leg is roasted to the perfect temperature, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside. It ranks among the top ten chicken legs I've ever eaten."

Old Xie understood that this was a sign that Cheng Hui was willing to accept his apology, and he felt relieved. "I'm glad you like it. It's a pity that the squad leader doesn't have much Lingxiang nectar left. It's too hard to find. The little he has is something he collected with great difficulty from his hometown."

Cheng Hui nodded with a smile. He certainly knew that this thing was difficult to collect. Otherwise, wouldn't he seem cheap if he tried to bribe him with just a fat chicken leg?

All we can say is that the squad leader's actions just happened to suit his needs, so the matter was resolved so easily.

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