Chapter 78

The garrison of the military headquarters is neither a castle nor a simple military camp, but a mountain with a height of more than 1000 meters was completely hollowed out. It is normal in mountain fortresses to use a hill as a station.

"One day, I will use a mountain as my castle." kukas whispered as he looked at the unimaginable military headquarters in front of him. In this mountain fortress, what he saw had a great impact on him, which made him so rude.

"Do you know how many gold coins it takes to build such a castle? This thing can only appear here in the sunset mountains. If it is placed elsewhere, no one will be willing to spend so much money to dig out a mountain peak and transform it into a castle, because it would be more affordable to rebuild a castle." A knight whispered to kukas.

"But can that kind of Castle be kilometers high?" kukas turned and asked the knight. And the knight fell silent.

"What do you want to do with such a high castle? Can't you stand at the top of the castle every day and enjoy the blowing out of the strong wind?" a soldier laughed in a low voice. The prisoners they escorted had long been accepted by the military headquarters when they first stepped into the mountain fortress, and they came here under the leadership of the military headquarters and waited for new orders.

While talking, someone came out of the castle. He took the list, named dozens of people, and led them away. Then more and more officers came out of the mountain castle and picked out the members of kukas's team. When the last several knights were selected together, only kukas was left in front of the whole mountain castle, and there was no one to choose.

"Damn it." the soldiers who kept going in and out of the mountain castle saw kukas standing there alone and motionless. They looked at him curiously, but they were more busy with their own things as if they didn't see him.

Patience gradually disappeared, and when the sky was about to darken, a young officer came out of the castle. After giving kukas a letter of appointment and a simple map, he signaled that kukas could leave. "Knight, I hope you can report to that barracks before dark. Well, I don't know what you did and should be punished so much."

The officer was clearly aware of the time kukas needed to serve here and where he would be assigned. That's why we have such words.

"I just took back my own things. I just wanted to kill the person who blocked me behind the scenes. I just like killing people." kukas shook his head, looked down at the appointment book in his hand, and turned away.

"Good luck, poor fellow," the officer shouted to kukas. Kukas jumped on the horse, shook his hand and ran to a military camp not far away.

After showing his letter of appointment in the camp, kukas soon got a sign belonging to his identity. "Team leader!" a team leader who can only manage ten people.

As a team leader, kukas is not qualified to occupy his own tent in this huge military camp. He can only squeeze into a shabby tent with his ten men.

Ten tough soldiers were assigned to him by the military headquarters. From now on, as long as kukas doesn't die, they will always belong to kukas.

These soldiers were extremely surprised at the arrival of kukas. Although there were many tall people like kukas in the mountain fortress, none of them joined the most basic combat units for large-scale war. However, they didn't tell kukas about all this, because kukas's whole body was always wrapped in heavy armor, and even his head was wearing heavy iron helmets. They looked at their crude leather armor and then at kukas' armor. Almost all subconsciously thought that kukas was performing a special task of the military headquarters.

Kukas didn't pay attention to his men. In his opinion, it's better to cultivate his fighting spirit and improve his strength to talk with these soldiers who don't know when to die.

After eating enough dinner, kukas sat cross legged on the ground and began to cultivate fighting spirit. During this time, he did not practice black sand palm, but in order to adapt to the heavy armor on his body, he constantly quenched his body with fighting Qi, so as to make his body stronger, so that he can wear this heavy armor for a long time. You know, there is a huge difference between the effort spent in battle and the effort spent on the road.

Although he can now wear a thousand pound armor and only rest once in three or five magic hours, if he goes to the battlefield, he can wear this armor and kill less than half of the magic.

Under the traction of his mind, the fighting spirit stored in the altar rotates through the altar, flows out of the fighting space, and then flows slowly around his whole body. The violent black sand swam in his body, bringing strong pain to kukas. But all this was forced to endure by him. After a short time, the fighting space was exhausted, and at this time, he had just tempered half of his body.

His mind urged the altar and Dharma structure to rotate. With the talent of quickly recovering fighting spirit, he didn't take long to recover fighting spirit. At this time, the sky is about to brighten up. Kukas moved a little, then lay down on a board and fell asleep.

In the following three or five days, kukas rarely went out for activities. He spent most of his time in the tent to practice fighting Qi and quench his body, and took some time to cultivate tacit understanding with his war horse. His men didn't break out, so they must gather together according to the rules and practice crazily. Of course, kukas seldom takes part in this kind of practice. He only goes during queue training.

In these three or five days, kukas did not see the high-end professional struggle in the mountain fortress that any Knight said before. As for the reason, he didn't know. After all, he was just a small first-order knight.

"Doodle! Doodle!" the bleak horn sounded in the barracks. Kukas, who had just fallen asleep, was awakened by the horn. He got up quickly and checked his weapons and armor. Other soldiers also heard the horn, so they quickly got up, dressed and wiped their weapons. Because they all know that the horn represents the message of war.