Ten kilometers west of Hacksaw Mountain.

A group of dark green military warriors are advancing rapidly.

"The information is really accurate?"

"It's unlikely, a cloth trash enemy group hidden and sneaked toward the top of the hacksaw mountain? It's not reliable no matter how you hear it."

A white-skinned man muttered Li Meiyu:

"A trash enemy regiment, seventy-seven teams, is more than one thousand. This number is nothing in Tiewei Valley, but a remote front like Hacksaw Mountain..."

White Clare is a professional-level warrior and the temporary captain of these five teams and forty-five people.

Clare's eyes turned cold and he shouted:

"Concentrate on moving forward and question the decision of the combat command? This is a battlefield, not a ring. Whoever complains anymore, go back to the camp immediately."

The group of people shrank their necks and the speed was even faster.

...

Hacksaw top.

Fang Cheng raised his eyebrows, and his body, which was about to sit down, was frozen for a moment, and he listened with his ears.

"kindness?"

Before Fang Cheng could listen carefully, he saw a group of military warriors rushing towards him on the right.

This forward speed cannot be an ordinary sergeant.

Captain Wang Youwei's eyes froze, and his face with a national character was full of surprise and suspicion: "Is this?"

The five people looked at each other, stood in a row, and looked at the group of military warriors who were speeding up.

Just a little confused.

Because on Nibreda Island, as long as they are humans, they are all partners, and there is no situation of killing each other or fighting in the nest.

Although small conflicts, small conflicts are inevitable.

But here, there will never be any situation where people are framed or attacked. All warriors have only one identity here:

Registered warriors fighting for humanity.

In less than half a minute, more than forty military warriors stood in front of Fang Cheng and others.

The white man Clare stood up, glanced around, and said in a deep voice: "I am Clare. He is currently temporarily serving as the temporary joint captain of the 17th, 21st, 22nd, 29th, and 49th."

"The command branch of the Iron Gulf issued a command of the Tatti army: According to observation and analysis, there was a regiment of Buzhe enemy invaded to Hacksaw Mountain."

Captain Wang Youwei was shocked and his voice trembled: "A group?"

Fang Cheng was also stunned when he heard this. According to the human army organization, it was divided into infantry regiments, armored regiments, etc., with a regiment ranging from four to five hundred to four to five thousand.

The organization of the trash enemy is extremely simple:

Seventeen in a team.

A group of seventy-seven teams.

The black man Damon's eyes were stunned, and a cool air rose from behind.

The white man Clare nodded and said in a deep voice: "I would rather believe it. This news was brought back by a warrior who was seriously injured by an Iron Gulf investigation warrior. He is now unconscious."

The white man's eyes trembled, and he gritted his teeth and tentatively said: "How can we deal with a group of cloth trash enemies?"

A small team of warriors can kill two squads of Buddie enemy squads.

Here, with the eleven patrol teams that Hacksaw Yamamoto has, including the five teams in front of him, there are only sixteen teams.

If you want to deal with a Budian enemy, you will definitely suffer heavy casualties.

Maybe it will be wiped out.

Fang Cheng also glanced at the Gangman, and his heart seemed to be pressed by a huge rock.

The white Clare was about to speak, and a yellow-skinned and lean-skinned warrior walked up and laughed:

"Don't worry, our Iron Gulf Blocking Team is much stronger than the normal team. Moreover, our five teams have a total of 16 professional-level warriors and 30 professional-level high-level warriors."

Fang Cheng sneered, his eyes chilled: "Opinion? What does it have to do with your sect's world when I practice my martial arts?"

Lin Tianyu waved his hand quickly and said with a wry smile: "Fang Cheng, don't get me wrong... The sectarian world is divided into old schools and emerging schools."

"The old school believes that no matter what, they must be steady and steady. They have always been known for their stubbornness and oldness. They not only disdain the radical martial arts style, but also suppress them, believing that this is a blasphemy of martial arts."

"Senior Brother Li Xiaodao and I... are both emerging schools. And Brother Lou, although I have a good personal relationship with Brother Lou, Brother Lou is the pillar of the old school."

Fang Cheng thought about it and understood.

Love Lou Yu is the signature of the old school in the sect.

After all, Lou Yu has been working steadily and has been working hard for more than three years before he accidentally reached the professional level.

This is also a proof of the old school of martial arts concepts.

Lin Tianyu sighed: "And... the martial arts circle actually existed for a long time."

Hearing this, Fang Cheng exclaimed, a little puzzled, and looked at Lin Tianyu, and Lin Tianyu's yellowed face flashed with a sense of arrogance.

Lin Tianyu curled his lips and said, "When the Buzhe enemy had not appeared, the martial arts circle in China was always dominated by the sect world. The warriors in the sect world also regarded themselves as proud and looked down on the warriors outside the sect."

"Even after the name of a registered warrior appeared, the old school did not agree with it. They still believed in the martial arts sect, looked down on this and that one, alas..."

Fang Cheng nodded and smiled speechlessly: "Is this martial arts discrimination? Is it destined to fail if I don't enter the sect?"

Lin Tianyu looked sighing and said nothing.

Fang Cheng shook his head, raised his gaze, and looked at the sky.

The island is beautiful with cloudless views.

Under the beautiful scenery, there is endless murderous intent.

Lin Tianyu thought for a while, then smiled and said, "The rise of new forces will always affect the interests of old forces. Maybe this is the root cause."

Fang Cheng refused to agree and said:

"What new and old are not all warriors, aren't they all Chinese? Is it interesting to do this?"

Lin Tianyu patted the side of the military uniform and said helplessly: "Yes, the old school on Nibuleda Island can only be a mouth-opener... This is actually quite good."

"oh?"

Seeing Fang Cheng showing doubts on his face, Lin Tianyu explained: "The old school has a habit. On weekdays, he will be very targeted at the emerging school warriors..."

Fang Cheng said in surprise: "Target it?"

"Of course it is impossible to target Nibuleda Island, but..." Lin Tianyu licked his lips, looking sad:

"When this war has not yet begun, the old school will often send genius warriors to challenge the emerging school warriors... When the warrior ranks are consistent, the old school warriors have almost an absolute advantage."

"Oh? Shouldn't you be younger than old-school warriors?"

"Being one or two years younger is not an excuse to lose... What's more, the old-school warriors will not only challenge once, but will challenge us many times, humiliate us and attack our martial arts will."

Fang Cheng's eyes moved and he didn't say anything.

Lin Tianyu's eyes were deep: "Although there is a registered warrior in the battlefield, the emerging sect has absorbed many warriors... It can be said that warriors outside the sect are basically equivalent to our emerging sect."

"Because no matter how talented the warriors outside your sect are, they can't treat martial arts practice as a lifelong path since childhood."

"The old-school warriors are very strong..."

"Fang Cheng, if you join our emerging school, martial arts resources, various medicinal materials, martial arts technology, you will... "

Fang Cheng interrupted Lin Tianyu's words, shook his head and smiled, "I won't talk about this anymore."

Fang Cheng has also heard of the old school and the emerging school.

Although there is a dispute, it is definitely not as intense as Lin Tianyu said.

To put it bluntly, the root cause of the contradiction between the old and new factions lies in resource allocation.

Poor literature and wealth in martial arts.

Without martial arts resources, even a genius will become a fool.

But... Fang Cheng's demand for martial arts resources is very low. As long as he has the energy point, he can improve the level of martial arts and become stronger.

Medicinal materials and technology play an auxiliary role at most.

Moreover, what Fang Cheng really needs is to strengthen and improve physical fitness.

In terms of physical fitness, even if you have a large amount of resources, it is impossible to have significant effects.
Chapter completed!