The Merry Evil Emperor of Another World

Chapter 433 The Old Urchin and the Meatball Chariot!

Training is still going on.

One day, the Iron-Blooded Thirteen Eagles who were hunting nearby found traces of people in the forest to the north.

The news quickly reached Chu Mo.

"People?" In Chu Mo's mind appeared the cold swordsman Nabalu; the thief Nabanick who greedily pulled out the gold coins from the dead body; a big iron rod stuck in his waist, his mouth was wide open and his white teeth were showing. Hans, the savage priest, Kadi, the elegant magic swordsman; Bean, the bewildered archer with a black bow bigger than his body; the fiery red knight armor, the eldest sister of the Suzaku Society, Ling Qi, the eldest princess of the Iron Blood Kingdom ; Yaqin, who leaned against her bosom in light yellow clothes and smiled sweetly; the savage little girl Elaine staring at people with her big eyes; the gentle magician Shui Ling; Sleepy lazy mage Zeng Xiaoren...

Thinking of this, Chu Mo had a rare smile on his cold face in the past half month.

warm smile.

Looking at the cold instructor, he actually smiled, and Ying San, who was standing still, looked at Chu Mo curiously.

It is worth mentioning that the two young men who brought Chu Mo into the village that day joined the Thirteen Iron-Blooded Eagles. The thinner young man was Ying San, and the other was Ying Six.

The two brothers trained harder, Chu Mo saw it and was very satisfied.

It can be said without doubt that the system of these thirteen people is much stronger than ordinary people.

In addition, whenever they were kneaded by Chu Mo until they had no strength to get up, Chu Mo would massage them one by one with his infuriating energy.

All the Iron Blood Thirteen Eagles remembered their instructor.

Whenever training, he has the most weight; but after training, he still needs to work tirelessly to massage and invigorate blood for each brother.

Who said that men don't shed tears, but when they are not sad.

Iron-blooded thirteen eagles don't shed tears. They are the iron men taught by Chu Mo. One can fight ten and one hundred, but they all quietly wiped away their tears for Chu Mo's actions.

If you ask them who they believe most?

They don't believe in gods, demons, and even heaven.

They only believe in one person.

A man named Chu Mo, who always trains them with a straight face, is a cold man!
Not only the Jagged Thirteen Eagles trust him, but also the villagers of the entire sealed island trust him. There is no doubt that this man is the sky here, the land here, and the absolute ruler here.

"Yingsan, let the brothers accompany me for a walk, I'm going to meet those friends!" Chu Mo said, with a warm smile unconsciously rising from the corner of his mouth.

Hearing Chu Mo's words, Ying San woke up from the memories, and immediately stood up straight up habitually, and responded: "Yes! Sir!"

Speaking of this answer, it also has a lot of background.

When Chu Mo first came to teach them, the first sentence was: "From now on, you must answer my questions with 'Yes, sir!' 'No problem, sir!' Got it?"

Since then, the superiors and subordinates of the Iron Blood Thirteen Eagles have made very clear rules. In this team, there is only obedience, obedience, and obedience.

Chu Mo walked to the center of the school field he had set up with the others, and the Jagged Thirteen Eagles were already standing upright, waiting for his inspection.

Looking at these thirteen iron-blooded fighters, maybe they can't compare to the golden swordsman alone, but they only took half a month to build to the silver stage. What is this?
If the leaders of the three countries on the Gods and Demons Continent knew about this, I am afraid they would invite Chu Mo to their countries at all costs, let him be a general and train soldiers.

In just half a month, a group of unarmed poor people were trained to be stronger than silver-level masters, and their overall strength was stronger.

gosh...

If there is such ability, how many poor people are there in the world?

In this era, the poor are as humble as animals. If such a group of powerful fighters can be trained in large numbers, who in the Gods and Demons Continent can resist?

Of course, these are just constructive good ideas!

In fact, training the Iron Blood Thirteen Eagles is too demanding.

First, the physical fitness must be excellent; second, there must be someone like Chu Mo who does not hesitate to expend his own internal energy to massage and invigorate the blood for him. Repeat every day.

The above two points are very rare.

Not to mention physical fitness, but just to say that Chu Mo did not hesitate to expend his own internal energy to massage for him. I am afraid that in the entire God and Demon Continent, except for Chu Mo who has this ability, no one else can do it.

what?
You mean that old urchin?
Hehe, just him?
His inner strength is not bad, but it's a pity that he won't do this. He has a deep inner strength, which he can't explain himself.

"Mo, where are you going?" Zixuan and Nianyan brought thirteen female team members to the school field at some point, and asked softly when they saw Chu Mo standing there in a daze.

Thirteen female team members also formed a team called: Thirteen Women's Group.

Of course, the name was given by Chu Mo.

I originally wanted to call it the Detachment of Women, but there are only 13 members. Forget it, let’s call it the Thirteen Detachments!There will be more women in the future, let's create a women's army...

Thinking of this, a certain nasty man, with drooling at the corners of his mouth, is smiling provocatively...

"Eagle Ten and the others were hunting in the forest just now, and they said they found signs of someone's life. I suspect it is them, and now I want to take them to look for it." Chu Mo turned around and saw Zixuan and Nianyan watching with concern. He replied with a busy smile.

"Is it really them?" Hearing Chu Mo's answer, the two girls were very excited.

"It might be them, I'm not sure yet!" Chu Mo said with a slight smile.

"Let's go together!" Zixuan and Nianyan said in unison.

"Okay, let's go together!" Chu Mo immediately smiled, embraced the two women's waists, tapped the ground with his toes, and jumped forward with the unique Wudang technique 'Ti Yunzong'.

Six meters away, a gust of wind blew into the ear sockets of everyone present and said, "Iron-Blooded Thirteen Eagles, Thirteen Ladies Heed the order, let's go!"

"Yes, sir!" On the school field, the Iron Blood Thirteen Eagles and Thirteen Girls replied in unison.

Facing the breeze, the sound filled the entire valley.

The nearby villagers are already used to the sounds of military training, and they continue to do farm work with smiles on their faces.

The old naughty boy was playing with the mini bear when he suddenly saw three figures flashing in front of him, one man and three women. Aren't those three people exactly Chu Mo, Nian Yan and Zi Xuan?
"Little guy, did they go out together?" the old urchin asked strangely.

The little guy looked at the three of them in a daze, and patted his furry head with his fleshy bear paw, obviously not knowing where they went.

"It's definitely something fun for them to go out, let's go together?" The old urchin is indeed an old urchin, seeing the three leave, he smiled evilly and said to the little guy.

Playfulness is the little guy's favorite. Now the young and old are in perfect harmony. The old urchin is chasing after him. The little guy has not been idle for half a month. He is often invited by Chu Mo to participate in the Iron Blood Thirteen Eagles And the training work of the Thirteen Girls Group.

Don't underestimate it. When Chu Mo tried to throw the killed magic core to it, it creaked and gnawed the monster directly.

Knowing that the little guy likes to eat magic cores, Chu Mo often trains the Iron Blood Thirteen Eagles to go into the forest to kill monsters. On the one hand, he can test their skills, and on the other hand, he can raise the little guy.

The little guy who ate the magic core grew very fast, like a vegetable that had been poured with fertilizer. It used to be only the size of a small palm, but now it is the size of a five or six-year-old child.

The whole body exuded a khaki-yellow light, the little guy patted the ground, his pea-sized eyeballs rolled around, and with a whistling sound, the gust of wind blew by, and the little guy rushed forward like a bomb being shot out.

If Chu Mo saw this, he would definitely shout 'Meatball Chariot'! ! !
(End of this chapter)