The beautiful nurses and ladies came and left, and after walking back and forth for five or six times, more than half a year had passed.

The Red Army base opposite has completely assembled suitable mecha combat machinery, and the Blue Army has nothing but the materials in the warehouse.

The 99 elite mecha warriors who were still strong and had a high fighting spirit were all destroyed half a year ago.

No one can stand the shell-breaking method made by Mu Shaoan.

Because Mu Shaoan didn't give them a chance to survive.

Any torture and torture person would like to wish that the prisoner could see the entire process clearly, feel every bit of horror, every bit of despair and finally collapse.

Such torture can be used to deal with ordinary people, but it is really useless to deal with veterans with a level A+ and who have experienced corpses and blood.

But the methods Mu Shaoan made never gave these veterans a chance to sober up. They either poured a ton of industrial alcohol into anesthesia and were unconscious; they were thrown into the ice warehouse first and frozen into an ice sculpture; or they just knocked it out with a stick.

In short, when they finally woke up and opened their eyes, they must be lying on the soft and comfortable hospital bed. The sun was shining outside the window, and there was a gentle and lovely nurse next to them. But at this time, everyone felt that they had just crawled back from the gates of hell. This distinct gap between black and white between heaven and hell was too immoral.

The pain the body endured is nothing, mental destruction - well, there is not much feeling at all, that bastard is too psychopathic.

All of them have only one biggest feeling. Damn, I (my mother) is so weak!

Weak, really weak.

No one abuses or beats them, but they can only help them eat, drink, defecate and urinate like hungry children.

This feels so cowardly.

"Bastard! Mental ill, bird butcher, do you have the ability to not pour us industrial alcohol. You have the ability to come at me with real swords and guns. I'm your grandson after cutting off my head.

When all the veterans went through a month of careful treatment, the last month of the year had arrived, and there were 22 days left to start their first personal 1 vs1 duel with the Red Army, but they lost without competing in their current state.

The veterans who could not bear it stood in the training square of the main base and cursed at Mu Shaoan.

Who is this?

Mu Shaoan stood in front of these veterans with a constant expression. Seeing their formation unevenly, they were like wandering ghosts, each of them had lost at least thirty kilograms of meat. Don’t mention this pitiful spirit, if you are too decadent, you will be as decadent.

He didn't reply, letting the veterans yell and scolding, and he was still throwing the ordinary little Rubik's cube in his hands, and he was distracted again.

It was not until a long time later that he raised his head, glanced across the faces of all the veterans one by one, and then turned around and left without saying anything. The veterans immediately started to scream and scold again. They really hated this illogical training.

But at this moment, Mu Shaoan suddenly turned around and pointed his right hand into a knife. A sharp sword light like a rainbow, like a comet, and like a scorching sun was slashed down.

After one knife, no one died.

But Mu Shaoan's face turned pale and he immediately returned to normal.

Look at the veterans, they were all wearing fat hospital gowns, with thin bones, exposed faces, deep eyes, big beards, standing without standing, sitting without sitting, squatting, and not squatting. Some even lay there and were playing tricks, some jumped and cursed, some cursed like shrews, saliva splashed everywhere, some grinned, and strange things came out frequently.

This is simply a group of street rascals.

No one can imagine that they were the most elite anti-virus hunters in the Sixth War Zone eleven months ago.

At this moment, when Mu Shaoan slashed by a strange sword light, all of these veterans seemed to have been used to impose a fixed technique, maintaining their original posture motionlessly, like a statue.

"Ahem!"

It was not easy for Mu Shaoan to sit down at this time. The knife just now was not real sword energy, but the invisible sword intent triggered by him and even his high sword intent.

Or it can be said to be a special spiritual imprint.

This is the second prescription he prepared for these veterans to break and then establish.

In the past eleven months, he was trying to do this group of strong-willed veterans like this, not to make their willpower stronger or their endurance stronger, but to completely loosen their willpower.

When they no longer care about their superficial images, no longer think about their past glory, no longer warn themselves at all times, but are scolding like shrews, gangsters, that is, their willpower is basically zero.

At this moment, Mu Shaoan suddenly turned his hand back, like thunder, and the effect was the best.

The world is full of worldly affairs, the wine pond and the meat forest, drunkenness and dreams, and in a daze!

This is the best manifestation of chaos.

Mu Shaoan's supreme sword intent is like Pangu's opening the sky, with two parts of clearness and turbidity!

Don't underestimate the word "clear and turbid".

Unless the people in the world are those with great perseverance and great fortune, who can tell the world clearly? There are always various thoughts in their minds, which are disturbing. Even the monk and Taoist priest who are a cultivator dare to say that they have no dust in their hearts?

It’s just that they are forced to suppress it with great willpower.

And this is a huge factor in the bottleneck of level A to level S.

At this time, Mu Shaoan took a short rest and took a few breaths, then stood up again, reached out and grabbed a wooden knife from the territory stone space. Without even looking at it, he directly turned into a horizontal knife c-shaped shape, suppressing it in place.

Immediately afterwards, I took out a second wooden knife, which was in the form of another horizontal knife c.

In the end, a total of 30 wooden knives and thirty horizontal knives c-shaped shapes surrounded the 99 veterans who were still like sculptures.

He consumed all his passive mental power.

But it's all worth it.

Lying on the ground like a pool of mud, Mu Shaoan grinned.

It's done.

Almost at the same time, in a huge room in the Sixth War Zone, Chunyu Dongye was stunned when he looked at the images on the virtual screen. The scene in front of him was beyond his expectations and even beyond the scope of knowledge he had learned. However, he still realized that some magical change seemed to have occurred in the 99 veterans.

"Teacher, this method can really enable A+ level antivirus hunters to quickly advance to S level. If this is the case, then wouldn't our Chaos Base be able to mass-produce S-level experts?"

Chunyu Dongye turned around and said, behind him, there were two old men, one Jiang Geng, and the other, who was so old that he could hardly be old, and he had no energy to open his eyes. He had just sat for a while and then fell asleep.

"cannot!"

Jiang Geng replied decisively, "S-level experts who can mass-produce viruses are all puppets and are useless, and we humans cannot do it either. As for Mu Shaoan who can do it now, it is because these 99 veterans are only one step away."

"I think you should have discovered that when Mu Shaoan selected Blue Army soldiers before, he did not choose those mecha soldiers who showed their sharpness and looked very outstanding in battle. Instead, he chose the doctrine of the mean, but not the doctrine of the peacemaker. This doctrine of the mean refers to the kind of perfection in all aspects, so the sharpness is hidden!"

"I don't know who gave you the idea of ​​this confrontation, but what I want to say is, apprentice, although you have a high IQ, you lost completely this time. Do you know? You used your ss-level authority to select 5,000 mecha ace masters from the top ten war zones of the Chaos Base. The most elite of them is more than 100 of them. Among these more than 100 people, the most outstanding ones have been selected by the barbarian! You are still too young."

Jiang Geng sighed.

"How is this possible?" Chunyu Dongye's face became more shocked. "They have all lost many times in various forms of confrontation. If they are the real essence, then wouldn't the members of the mechanical armored legion I formed have become more elite?"

Old man Jiang Geng shook his head, "So you don't understand. Of course, knowledge and knowledge are very important, very important, but there are some things that you can't say are not scientifically based on. Do you know what a lone dog is? Do you know the tradition and belief of a lone dog? Do you know the veterans selected by Mu Shaoan will be reused again in more than ten years?"

"Do you know how terrifying they will be with their almost perfect combat experience on mechas? At that time, any one of these 99 veterans will be able to sweep one of your mecha squadrons and fight against each other? They are too lazy to play house games with you little kids!"

"Hey, I've been too busy over the past few years and I didn't notice it for a while, but this little bastard got such a big advantage. You just think that you have learned from your mistakes. Who can't be fooled with? You have to play tricks with that barbarian. Look, you've fallen into the pit, and you have to say thank you to others."

Old man Jiang Geng looked sore.

Chunyu Dongye finally understood it completely, his face changed several times, and finally he smiled bitterly: "I was strange before. Before Mu Shaoan started training, he changed his past style and gave a big speech there, saying that he would follow him on a journey. It's a tragic moment. Once these 99 veterans break through, they will determine Mu Shaoan. Well, Master, can we transfer some of these veterans from the official side? Anyway, Mu Shaoan has always been a lone dog, and probably doesn't like to rush around."

"Come on, I'm still in the official position. People are lawbreakers, which represents the highest rule. You are the meat buns you gave me. Who would be so stupid that you vomited? Let's just let this happen, let your little baby soldiers retreat quietly, don't embarrass the Sixth War Zone! Alas, no, I'm so surprised. Who gave you the idea of ​​confrontation? This idea is really bad. Also, even if you want to confront, you don't have to hit the barbarians, right?"

Old man Jiang Geng was very depressed and had almost pulled off a few of his beards.

It's really unlucky. Those elite mecha soldiers who were retired and disbanded originally planned to retreat, eliminate their murderous aura, stabilize their mood, and do things similar to those that make them highly concentrated and highly nervous willpower completely relax. Their nature is the same as Mu Shaoan's approach.

Then wait until the new mechanical laws are used on a large scale and quickly advance to the S level, which can be used as a surprise weapon.

The top leaders of the Chaos Base are not stupid, so how could they not know the sequelae of brain domain development? How could they really retire those elites with extremely rich combat experience and strong young R&F when the new humans did not grow up completely?

This is just a trick to fool the fifth ancestor virus.

Even deliberately making the veterans feel disappointed and upset, they are all in this plan.

But this arrangement is of SS level authority, Chunyu Dongye didn't know at all. He was the steward of the Logistics Department of the Sixth War Zone and Jiang Geng's favorite disciple. So after such a big deal, old man Jiang Geng was still kept in the dark.

Of course, if you say a thousand words, this matter should not be affected by that barbarian from the beginning!

This is the key to unluckyness.
Chapter completed!