Alien world

Chapter 913 Chapter 144. Three Hundred Warriors of Liberty City

Annan didn't want to keep Monzon Montreal in his sight for even a second, and looked at Princess Sales who had been silent since just now.

"You guys go now. I don't want the flowers I just planted to wither just because of you." Princess Sales' tone returned to its cold tone.

Annan chuckled: "You are wrong. The more rotten and dirty something is, the more it can help plants thrive."

"Princess, we will visit you again tomorrow."

Monzon Montreal signaled to Princess Sales and left with the two silent people.

Looking at their backs, Annan tilted his head and asked, "When does the military parade start?"

"A week later."

"Seven days..."

Annan chatted with Princess Sales for a while, then returned to Liberty City and found the two instructors selected by Losey, Lyric and Water.

Lyric was blind in one eye, Walter was lame in one leg, and most of those who came back alive had some injuries.

"Instructor Lyrick, I'm handing the alien army over to you. Train them hard!"

"I'll teach these soldiers to march in formation!" One-eyed Lyric promised loudly.

"It's not enough." Annan shook his head. "The Kingdom of Rekanel will also participate in this military parade, so treat the military parade in seven days as a new battlefield!"

Lyric's eyes were filled with a tangible fire of revenge: "I'll make them go home with wet pants!"

"please."

Lyric turned and strode toward the camp.

"Everyone, gather!"

Goblins, who were scattered all over the camp, chasing and fighting, orcs doing weightlifting and wrestling, white dragons being fed, as well as centaurs and elves, lined up in a messy team in front of Lyric.

It is already very good to make a group of foreign soldiers so obedient after only two days of training, but it is not enough.

"Goblins go to the front, orcs in the middle, tauren in the back, and ratmen, centaurs, and elves at the end!"

The alien army was in chaos for several minutes, and barely formed a crooked queue according to Lyric's instructions: one hundred goblins stood in a row, thirty orcs stood in two columns, ten minotaurs stood in a row, and the ratmen, centaurs, elves, etc. simply took their own positions.

"Line up in ten rows!"

Lyric shouted again, and the team fell into chaos again, barely forming into shape according to the instructor's requirements.

Watt limped to the orcs and kicked and beat them to make them stand in line.

"Can standing in line kill the enemy?" an orc muttered.

Walter continued to keep his head down, because he was deafened by the sound of holding the magic musket on his shoulder as a gun rack, and he did not hear the orc's complaints.

Lyric heard it. His remaining right eye scanned the group of orcs: "Whoever is talking, stand up!"

The orcs didn't move, but the curious goblins turned around and pointed at the orcs who were talking, shouting, "It's it, it's it!"

"Shut up! Did I let you talk?"

Lyric's harsh roar made the goblins shrink their necks in grievance. He glared at the orc and said, "Repeat what you just said!"

"Standing in line doesn't mean we can kill the enemy..." said the orc unconvinced.

"You are soldiers! You are the parts of the golem and the bricks of the city wall!" Lyric looked around at the alien army and said to everyone, "Why can we kill enemies that are a hundred times more numerous than us? It's because of our discipline. We are a whole!"

"You can't even follow orders, how can you make people believe that you can kill the enemy!"

The orc pursed his lips but could not speak.

Lyric turned his gaze back to it: "Do you know you are wrong?"

"understood……"

Lyric yelled, "Are you talking like a mosquito?"

"understood!"

"Everyone! Look to your left and line up towards it!"

There was a commotion in the queue, and this time it was almost as orderly as a human legion.

Lyric and Walter continued to move through the team, adjusting their positions according to their sizes. "Remember each of your positions, and follow this order in the future!"

"Now lift your left leg and take a step forward—"

"Do you know what neatness means? Stand like cotton yarn!"

"Lift your feet up! Imagine the mouse is right under your feet and step on it hard!"

The roars of the two instructors came one after another, making the camp lively.

The atmosphere of the alien legion inspired other legions to train their soldiers one after another.

Finally it was time for a break at noon. The soldiers, who were more tired than fighting a battle, came to the canteen and saw the abundant food. They had no complaints at all.

"Where's the instructor?"

A centurion of the Guards was timid. Don't think that he was fine just because he was a centurion. Their instructor had a strange temper. When the soldiers made mistakes, he didn't bother them, but spit at him.

"I don't know..." Another centurion looked around, "It seems that the instructor is not here..."

When the soldiers found out that the instructor was not there, they began to complain loudly about his harshness.

He had all kinds of nicknames - such as Lame Walter and Blind Lyric.

At this time, the instructors were receiving healing from the mage at the councillor's place.

After shouting for the whole morning, their throats were about to get sore.

Annan took some time to come over and asked them if they needed anything else.

"They are very obedient, but when will the soldiers' armor be repaired?" Lyric said, "Without standard armor, it is useless to march in an orderly manner."

"The chimney of the blacksmith shop spews smoke twenty-four hours a day, and all soldiers have it."

After saying that, Annan hurried back to the City Lord's Mansion as if he was busy with something.

After receiving treatment, the instructors returned to the camp and continued to abuse the soldiers.

"Blind Lyric?"

Lyric chewed on the name with interest: "It's a good nickname, but I also hope that all of you can remember that I lost this eye when fighting the ratmen."

In contrast to his harshness in the morning, Lyric's gentleness at this moment confused the soldiers of the alien legion.

But if the Hellfire Legion were here, they would know that Lyric was going to play his tricks again: making them cry and laugh by being sometimes harsh and sometimes gentle, playing with everyone in his hands.

"I understand your complaints. Practicing formations and marching in unison is boring and dull... but you don't understand its meaning."

Lyric told them that the Kingdom of Rekanel would participate in the victory parade, and as expected, the alien legions were ready to go.

"I want you to treat this like a war!"

……

Olmedo felt that Annan was a little strange today.

Instead of running around to Montreal to meet his female friends, he locked himself in his study.

After finishing the business at hand, Olmedo went to the study.

"What is this? 300 Warriors of Liberty City..." Olmedo picked up the draft that Annan had put aside. "A new script?"

"Hmm..." Annan didn't even raise his head and continued to write the script of "300 from Liberty City".

"It's unlike you to shoot a new magic video so soon. Is it a big production?"

"I guess so..." Annan recalled the plot, with war scenes occupying the majority.

"How long will it take?" Olmedo scanned the draft.

"Five days."

A pair of surprised blue eyes appeared behind the draft: "So fast? You can finish the script in five days?"

"I mean it was shot in five days."

(End of this chapter)