1164 The old nest, let Doudou release his vigorous energy

Feng Qingchen was truly amazed. The troops that the Ninth Prince had mobilized were truly extremely powerful.

Others are like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, sweeping away thousands of enemies, but the Ninth Prince's men are rushing into a pack of tigers, and are more ferocious than the tigers themselves.

"Stronger than special forces, probably comparable to the mysterious forces of China and the United States." Feng Qingchen muttered to himself, and the look he gave the Black Knight became quite fiery.

Such a team has a fatal attraction to Feng Qingchen.

Originally, she had the opportunity to join the mysterious Dragon Organization of China and stimulate her potential supernatural powers, but...

At the last moment, she died!

This was a pity for Feng Qingchen. She didn't think much of it before. After all, she had never entered that mysterious organization, and she didn't know what her special ability was. But now...

Seeing the powerful and invincible Black Cavalry, Feng Qingchen felt it was a pity.

She really wanted to know what kind of department the mysterious "Dragon" was, how strong it was, what kind of missions it performed, and she also wanted to know what special abilities she had.

"It's a pity that there is no hope in this life." Feng Qingchen expressed his feelings without noticing.

"What a pity?" Although the Ninth Prince had been paying attention to the situation on the battlefield, he also divided his attention to Feng Qingchen. Hearing Feng Qingchen's words, the Ninth Prince asked in confusion.

"Ah?" Feng Qingchen was stunned for a moment, then he realized that he had expressed his feelings aloud, and laughed awkwardly: "I said your group is very strong, but it's a pity that I can't join."

That’s about what it means. Feng Qingchen still feels very regretful for not joining the Dragon. If... there is no if, because she died on the way to the Dragon.

Feng Qingchen's words sounded better than any compliment. The Ninth Prince's eyes lit up as he introduced them, "They are called the Black Cavalry. It took me fifteen years to train them. Initially, the team had thirty thousand people, but fifteen years later, only these thousand people remained."

The Ninth Prince revealed a hint of pride.

Although his troops are small, they are elite. The original 30,000 people were also carefully selected. After 15 years, there are only 1,000 people left. It can be seen how cruel the training of the Black Knights is.

"Only one thousand people are left out of thirty thousand. You are training killers." Doudou's eyes, which had been shining, immediately cooled down.

He knew how cruel it was to train a killer.

One hundred or one thousand people are locked up together, and in the end only one person can walk out alive.

"No, I don't need killers. Killers survive by stepping on the corpses of their comrades, but what I want are soldiers who can cooperate and work together tacitly. Not only can they not survive by stepping on the corpses of their comrades, they also have to help each other. Unqualified people will only be eliminated, not killed." This is the difference between a soldier and a killer.

Killers are lone wolves who can only trust themselves. Soldiers are different, they are lions traveling together, they can turn their backs to each other, they can rush forward without hesitation, because they know that they have their companions behind them!

"Only soldiers trained in this way can be invincible." Feng Qingchen's dark eyes became brighter and brighter, with a hint of fanaticism. Seeing the serious face of the Ninth Prince, he smiled faintly: "You actually like these."

Few women would be interested in cruel training and yearn for military life.

The life of soldiers is boring and cruel, and such high pressure is not something women can bear.

"I admire them very much. I admire every soldier who has undergone rigorous training and passed strict assessments. They deserve respect. High-intensity training can not only strengthen the body, but also temper the mind, making them tenacious. They can stand out from 30,000 people. Each of them is extraordinary." Even if this team is not serving the people, Feng Qingchen still admires them.

Those who can stand out from 30,000 people are all elites.

"So, the way we train killers is wrong?" Before this, Doudou always believed that there was nothing wrong with running up by stepping on the corpses of his companions.

Only in this way can we not be lenient.

Feng Qingchen did not say right or wrong, but said: "If I am not wrong, Zuo An, the number one killer in the world, has not experienced cruel training, and neither have you. I can accept strict and high-intensity training, but I cannot accept bloody and brutal training. The former can make people more resolute, while the latter will only drive people crazy."

She had never seen a normal killer, and Zuo An and Dou Dou were not normal either.

"Okay, stop talking about these useless things. Qu Xihua has run away." Master Doudou, seeing that Feng Qingchen was prejudiced against the killer, interrupted him immediately, pointed at Qu Xihua who was fleeing into the forest, and chased after her.

"Master, wait for me, I want to go too." Doudou had been itching to fight the Black Knights since he saw them fighting so passionately. He would never let this guy go if he had the chance.

"Chase." The Ninth Prince immediately gave the order to the Black Cavalry.

The tacit understanding and cooperation of the Black Knights were fully displayed at this moment. They did not communicate, but they tacitly covered their companions, and the people being covered quickly retreated and chased after Qu Xihua.

"We'll go take a look too. Leave this to the Black Knights, don't worry." The Black Knights did not become more courageous as the battle went on, because they had always been very brave. However, the people of the Demon Cult became more and more timid as the battle went on.

Under the siege of the Black Cavalry, the Demon Cult's advantage became weaker and weaker. They were no match for the Black Cavalry and it was only a matter of time before they were wiped out.

"Okay." Feng Qingchen handed his hand to the Ninth Uncle, followed in his footsteps, and chased after Qu Xihua.

"What about us? Should we go?" Chi Lianshui looked at Guo Baoji on the left, and then at the master of Xuanyi Valley.

To be honest, he wanted to go. It was so boring to stay here, but...

Chi Lianshui's hair tingled when he thought of the corpse worms in the Holy Church.

He has disliked these things since he was a child, otherwise he would not have been with Guo Baoji for so long without knowing anything about poison.

"No, we'll wait here." Guo Baoji certainly wanted to go, but seeing Chi Lianshui's grim face, he didn't want to force him.

The master of Xuanyi Valley looked up at the sky silently.

Did these two people ask for his opinion?

He hasn't expressed his opinion yet, but it would be useless even if he did. Two against one, they are bound to lose.

The Ninth Prince was definitely not going to be able to go fast with Feng Qingchen, but luckily the Black Cavalry was smart and left marks along the way, making it convenient for the Ninth Prince to follow.

The Ninth Prince and Feng Qingchen were even less anxious now. There must be a lot of troubles and diehard fans in Qu Xihua's lair. It was a good opportunity to give the Black Cavalry some time to clear the obstacles along the way, and also give Doudou a chance to vent his abundant energy.

The Ninth Prince and Feng Qingchen walked forward slowly hand in hand. If it weren't for the occasional sounds of fighting, and the bloodstains and corpses along the way, one would have suspected that the two were here for a picnic.

The leisurely appearance of these two people formed a sharp contrast with the fear and panic of the people in the Demon Sect, and also made the people in the Demon Sect understand who they had offended and who they should not have offended.

Facing Doudou and his master's relentless pursuit, Qu Xihua panicked and lost her way.

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