Doomsday simulator, I prove extraordinary with swordsmanship

In fact, the most elite troops of the Demon King's Army are either equipped with horses or locomotives.

However, Chigou obviously does not belong to the ranks of the elite, so he can only rely on his legs.

In the wasteland, gasoline, locomotives, and war horses are all scarce resources.

These information, when Zhao Cheng had related thoughts, quickly appeared in Zhao Cheng's mind.

Although the name of the Demon King Army sounds like a motley army, in fact, it is indeed a motley army, but this does not mean that the rules of the Demon King Army are not strict.

In an army gathered by violence, the gap between classes is extremely huge, and the superiors can kill and kill the subordinates at will.

As for the behavior style of the Demon King Army, it can be summed up at a high level, in fact, there is only one sentence, which is to do everything except good things.

Among them, the high-level ones are better. They have little interest in dealing with directly bullying the weak. On the contrary, the low-level miscellaneous soldiers, the so-called thugs, occasionally kill a few people and set a few fires to relax, which is commonplace.

Of course, the evil at the top is even greater, because it is they who have established such a rule and order.

Zhao Cheng was thinking about some things, but he already had the idea of ​​using all the demon army behind him to hone his martial arts.

With so many resources right in front of us, if we leave them unused, are we still human? !

Frugal like Zhao Cheng, can't tolerate these wastes.

Afterwards, while marching, Zhao Cheng restrained his thoughts and once again put all his thoughts on boxing techniques.

Theoretically speaking, Zhao Cheng can use all Chigou's martial arts and boxing techniques, and even the fighting instinct is a state after the superposition of Chigou's fighting instinct and Zhao Cheng's fighting instinct.

But Zhao Cheng is not a red dog after all, and the difference in fighting style will also bring about the difference in fighting power.

And what Zhao Cheng wants is to absorb the opponent's martial arts wisdom as much as possible in such a superimposed state and make it a part of himself.

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Black Humen.

In the past peaceful era, such a sect resident would not be too bad, but in the wasteland, even if there used to be one sect and two masters here, on the basis of not oppressing ordinary people, it must be dilapidated and the only one. The bright spot is that the place is fairly clean.

Even, as long as there is no greenery on any large piece of land, it is planted with edible food.

The crop yield of the wasteland is naturally extremely low. According to reason, such a material foundation should not be able to produce many martial arts masters.

With the consumption of martial arts masters, just eating is a big problem.

However, in Zhao Cheng's experience, although warriors in this world eat more, they are not much bigger than ordinary people. Even the top warriors eat less than ordinary people.

It is said that this is the effect of the fine pores, the more active the fine pores are, the more they can quietly absorb some energy that can supply life activities from the world.

Zhao Cheng walked in the Black Tiger Gate with his hands behind his back, followed by a group of demon king's army, besides that, there were also a group of senior officials from Qinghuangji.

These people were plotting to besiege and kill Chigou. However, quite a few of them had already defected to the enemy.

Even if Chigou doesn't have an intelligence system, it can't stand someone sending messages frequently for meritorious service.

Of course, there are also smart people in the Demon King's army. Someone told Chigou earlier that these people may be trying to attract attention and cover some people from escaping.

However, Chigou doesn't care about the life and death of some ants at all, as long as these martial arts masters don't run away, it's fine for these people to gather together, in his opinion, it is a good thing.

At the same time, Li Jie's conjecture was not wrong. This time, the Demon King's Army came here to plunder slaves. Not to mention ordinary people, even martial artists would be reduced to slaves.

There is no way to survive from the very beginning.

Because the leader of the Demon King's Army, the King of Boxing, Demon Boxing King, couldn't wait to see the Demon King's Tower standing.

These Martial Daoists, after being captured, will have to work hard when they are alive, and when the tower is built, they will even use their blood to sacrifice.

In this way, the majesty of the magic boxing king is demonstrated!

The wasteland is such a twisted and crazy age. The more crazy a person is, the easier it is to grasp power.

Soon, Zhao Cheng came to a fairly wide space. In the wasteland, cameras are a rare thing. Therefore, in the Black Tiger Gate, there are no photos of Master Black Tiger, but there are portraits of Master Black Tiger.

At this moment, that portrait is hanging on the wall.

It was an ink painting, there were not many lines, but with a few strokes, it outlined a seemingly short but upright figure.

The upright spine, as towering as a mountain, seems to be able to hold up a sky.

"Everything is happening!"

Zhao Cheng looked at the portrait hanging high, but he thought of Master Black Tiger that he had pieced together from his impressions.

Master Heihu is not good-looking, with a short stature and a somewhat ugly face, but his vigor and energy are not comparable to ordinary people. No matter how beautiful the hollow skin is, it may not be worth a finger of Master Heihu.

At the same time, it is obvious that a portrait cannot describe the entirety of a person. If the portrait is like this, Master Heihu will be even more amazing when he is alive.

If it wasn't for him suffering from radiation sickness, it would be hard to imagine what kind of realm his boxing would eventually reach.

Zhao Cheng looked at the words quietly, and still felt a little regretful that he could not see Master Heihu with his own eyes.

But behind him, the group of people in Qinghuangji were panicked, not knowing what Zhao Cheng wanted to do.

If Zhao Cheng came up and started fighting with them, they wouldn't think much about it.

But the other party, as soon as they came up, just when they were about to make a move, they suddenly said something. They had heard the name of Master Black Tiger for a long time and wanted to pay their respects, which made them unable to understand.

However, this is a good thing for them. The opponent's large troops are here now, and the longer the delay, the greater the chance for their disciples to leave.

Finally, Zhao Cheng felt that he was almost done, so he turned around and walked outside until he came out of Heihumen and reached an open area, then he stopped suddenly, and said to everyone in Qinghuangji: "You guys Let's go together, defeat me, and you can live."

"No, die!"

Immediately, some people knelt down and said, "My lord, I am one of my own!"

At the same time, some of Zhao Cheng's subordinates came to prove the matter to Zhao Cheng.

However, when Zhao Cheng heard the words, he waved his hands and said, "I am the leader, or are you the leader?!"

The man immediately turned pale with fright, fell to his knees, and dared not speak any more.