"Barry, is this the thing Sith just pulled?" Quint looked up at the rocky hill in front of him, couldn't help swallowing, and turned to look at Barry and asked.

Barry nodded, his dark face full of solemnity, "Well, this should be the thing."

Looking at the rock mountain, Barry narrowed his eyes. Even he had to admit that he felt a very powerful pressure from the mountain, and he couldn't help but feel a little panicked.

If this kind of monster loses...

Barry shook his head quickly.

It's impossible, they are the elite among the elites, so how could they be defeated by a guy from the second-rate army?

"Barry, what are you shaking?" Barke shook Barry's shoulders suddenly and shouted in his ear.

Barry was stunned, shivered, and a cold sweat broke out on his body, and a somewhat apology smile appeared on his face.

"Sorry, I've lost my composure."

"Barry, you are our head. You must not be confused. Whether you can defeat that guy depends on you!" Barke tightly squeezed Barry's shoulders with both hands, and there was a little worry between his eyebrows.

"Huh~" Barry closed his eyes and let out a long breath, put his heart back in his stomach, and his eyes showed a gleam, "You are right. We can't be confused yet, it's not time yet."

As he said that, he gritted his teeth and glanced up and down Yanshan's eyes.

"Balke, Quint, let's try how heavy this mountain is. Come on, let's help."

"good."

After saying that, seven people including Barry, Quint, Barke and others put their hands on the chain.

"Everyone is ready and follow my command, one, two, three, pull!"

Then, the few people used their strength together, and the blue veins on their hands were raised, and all their strength was towards the chain, pulling the chain straight.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

They roared loudly. Now they are not only the veins on their hands, but even the veins on their foreheads are bulging, but the heavy rock mountain is still just trembling, and there is no intention of moving forward.

The remaining few people looked at the steady rock mountain in front of them, and looked at each other.

"We'll help, too."

The manpower has increased to eighteen. Finally, the rock mountain finally began to slowly slide forward, but the speed is far inferior to that of Bizefa's trot, not to mention Bizefa's trot, even the Sith's turtle speed is far inferior.

“We’ll go there too.”

The number of people increased by twenty-three, and their speed finally caught up with the Sith's turtle climbing, but before it could reach 150 meters, everyone was so tired that they were on the ground.

"It's too strong, is that guy really a human being?" Bette fell to the ground, his whole body softened, with a blush on his face, and he gasped as he watched Barry.

Barry was a little silent for a moment. He seemed to have misread the Sith. This guy was even more difficult than he thought.

Raise your hand gently,

"Don't panic, we have estimated Major Sith's speed, and he has no way to defeat us in an instant. We just need to do everything step by step and take steady steps. No matter how strong Major Sith is, as long as there is no qualitative gap, we can still win." Barry unknowingly used a respectful word.

Quint nodded,

"Barry is right. Last time we were careless, and even let Major Sith defeat us one by one in the thick smoke. But this time it is different. This time we are prepared. As long as we take strict precautions and multiple people join forces, Major Sith will do nothing to us."

"Yes, that's right. No matter how powerful Major Sith is, he is only one person. We are elites drawn from various naval units, from snipers to melee combat, and there are good players in all directions. You don't have to worry at all."

“…”

After everyone cheered and encouraged, the elite class finally settled down again and began to hold a meeting to discuss how to deal with the Sith.

...

On the other hand, when the Sith finished his meal, there was no lunch break. He had to go back to the island to practice legal regulations in the evening. Many trainings that could have been slowly carried out in the evening were arranged at noon and afternoon, and the time was full.

After patting Sith's shoulder, Zefa turned his head and looked at the assistant beside him. Although he was giving Sith a small training session, he still had to give some instructions on the elite class.

"Today's training for the elite class is as usual. If you want to discuss tactics, you can open the command room, preparation room, and... Forget it, you can prepare the conditions for them directly. Even if some things sent by the scientific army are allowed to be used, just don't be too out of line."

"yes!"

The assistant clamped his legs and saluted Zefa with a serious face.

Everything seemed to be normal, but the Sith felt something was wrong. The assistant looked at him with a hint of pity, which was really inexplicable.

"After the morning training, you probably already know my style very well, so I won't talk too much about the afternoon. Just do everything according to my requirements. If you don't agree, I can demonstrate for you first."

After saying that, Zefa got up and walked towards the schoolyard with Sith. There were already people standing there, all of them were sharpshooters and also Sith's helpers in the afternoon training.

"In the afternoon, we mainly trained to be domineering in the eyes and hears," Zefa brought a pair of sunglasses from somewhere, and stood up straight and said coolly.

The Sith nodded. What the famous teacher said was not wrong. His potential was beyond the limit. Didn’t he drag all this mountain? There is no problem with seeing and hearing.

Follow Zefa's instructions to go to the center of the schoolyard and took the standard saber handed over by the soldiers.

"There may be some useless knives later. You can put your own knife first and use mass production."

"yes."

Sith nodded slightly. He always believed that Zefa would not harm him, and he would definitely make sense for him to do so.

"Well, it's very good. Then everyone raise their guns and prepare to shoot." Zefa raised his left hand gently.

Click ~

The bullet was loaded, and Sith looked at the nearly a hundred black muzzles in front of him, and cold sweat finally flowed from his forehead in disarray, his face flowing down, and his voice trembled.

"Teacher Zefa, what are you thinking? Is there anything wrong with you if you are a student? Let you treat it like this."

Zefa grinned, squinted his eyes and smiled like a fox, and waved his hand.

"Let's relax, everything is training, it won't kill you, oh, by the way, remember that you are not allowed to use fruit abilities. No matter how many bullets there are, you can only use the domineering aura of seeing and hearing to block it. Do you know?"

Sith let out a long sigh, looked at Zefa with resentment, and couldn't help but look at him for a while, so he had to keep telling himself in his heart.
Chapter completed!