Chapter 19: Are We Going to Get Rich?
Wu Dazhong's seven thousand battle strength was embedded in the concrete, his face pale, struggling to swing the golden war knife in his hand.
"I will never be defeated!"
Wu Dazhong was unwilling to accept it and now he also didn't believe that he had lost.
With 7,000 combat power, he came to the second-level battlefield with full confidence, but the result was such a miserable end.
"You can't!" Zhang Feng's long spear quivered slightly and knocked Wu Dazhong's golden war knife out of his hand.
"Seven thousand troops are nothing but this." The gun tip was pressed against Wu Dazhong's chest, and Zhang Feng looked down on this arrogant fellow.
"You——" Wu Dazhong heard Zhang Feng's disdain and was so angry that he wanted to vomit blood, waving his arm as if wanting to take action.
Lost his armor, lost his war knife, sharp thorn shield shattered, Wu Dazhong also became a waste, combat power plummeted by half.
Zhang Feng's Bug Magic Gun slowly pushed forward, the gun tip broke through the skin, pierced into flesh and blood, and split open bones...
"You, you can't kill me. You, if you dare to kill me, someone will avenge my death." Wu Dazhong grasped the barrel of the insect magic gun, his hands burning with flames emitting a scorched smell, yet he continued to shout loudly, his expression terrified.
Now he felt the taste of death, and the Covenant Dragon was a god of slaughter.
"Green Dragon, you, you can't kill him, do you know the consequences of killing him?"
The old man with a dagger shouted from behind, his face as white as paper.
He was wrong, terribly wrong.
He shouldn't have been so quick to boast about making everyone here submit, he was too careless.
Covenant, when did the covenant come out?
How can they be so powerful, why are they so powerful.
Seven thousand troops were also defeated.
The old man shouted and rushed towards Zhang Feng with his cane.
"Green Dragon, you're finished. You kill me, and you'll be finished too." Wu Dazhong couldn't stop the gun tip from entering his body, feeling it had already pierced his heart, he also lost all hope.
"Covenant!" Zhang Feng gazed at Wu Dazhong, whose eyes were starting to lose focus, and suddenly pulled back his long spear, saying in a deep voice: "If people do not offend me, I will not offend them. If people offend me, they must be punished!"
Wu Dazhong's chest burst open, and fresh blood spurted out.
Even a master with 7,000 battle powers must die!
The alliance is too strong!
Everyone's consensus, no one dared to speak, they all felt the killing intent on Qing Long's body.
This battle, Qing Long is out for revenge!
Destroy one of the enemy's territories and he will destroy one of yours.
The old man watched Wu Dazhong die miserably behind him, standing stupidly in place, shouting: "Qinglong, you're finished, you're finished. You've offended the bayonet, we won't let you off."
"You're just one person, what can you do to me? Are you going to re-establish the bayonet?" Zhang Feng stared at the old man and asked.
"What do you know, did you think I was the leader of the Dagger? The old man laughed madly: "Haha, you're wrong, you ignorant person, there are five daggers, and you killed the son of Blood Dagger. Do you think they will let you off? Qing Long, both you and the Alliance are finished."
"Eight thousand battle power, I'll take it!" Zhang Feng raised his spear and picked up the golden war knife on the ground, storing it in his ring without looking back as he left.
He came with an endless battle intent, and left with a pervasive murderous aura.
No one dared to block Zhang Feng's way. The people in front of Zhang Feng retreated to both sides, looking at the departure of Qinglong with reverence and admiration.
The green dragon in their eyes is invincible, the real number one in the camp!
Come with a domineering air, leave with a flourish, making even the old man with a spear speechless!
It wasn't until Zhang Feng disappeared that the camp truly erupted.
They witnessed real-life World War I battles with special effects that should only be in movies.
"Qīng Lóng Qiáng!" -> "The Green Dragon is strong!"
"Eight thousand troops, he is invincible."
"Too wonderful, too wonderful."
“……”
Talks appeared in every corner of the camp. Everyone's face was incredibly relaxed.
At this time, Zhang Feng had already left the camp and hid the glow of the cross shield in a dark place, changed to a long knife, removed his helmet and returned to the camp.
Someone has recorded a complete video of this battle from start to finish.
No matter how many times you watch it, no one can help but admire the greatness of Qing Long.
If the alliance is a harmonious organization, then Qing Long is probably a sharp knife of the alliance.
"The bayonet has five blades, but one blade is enough for an alliance." Someone shouted slogans.
"I want to join the Covenant, damn it, this is my goal." Some even shouted with pride at joining the Covenant.
The camp was bustling with excitement, and the warriors were finally able to walk out of the camp once again, everything returned to normal.
When Zhang Feng came back, no one noticed him.
When he arrived at the army's tent, the army excitedly grabbed Zhang Feng and looked him up and down, saying: "Your combat power has really reached 8,000?"
Zhang Feng smiled and didn't say anything.
In fact, he still concealed five hundred.
After obtaining the power of the Crazy War Angel, his combat strength had already reached eight thousand.
After completing the last three pieces of the Glory suit, he gained 500 combat power points and his current combat power is now 8,505.
Of course, if you include the Golden War Blade, his combat power assessment would increase by another 700, for a total of 9,200.
Zhang Feng didn't say a word, and Lu Jun thought he was tacitly agreeing. He couldn't help but exclaim in shock: "What have you been doing for the past three days? You must be cheating! In the camp, people were killed, and not even the camp guards showed up. And now your combat power is still at 8,000, how can we bear this?"
"Awesome!" Li Lao Shi exclaimed, giving Zhang Feng a thumbs up from the side.
"Thank you, Brother Zhang." Lan Yi bowed gratefully towards Zhang Feng.
"How's Blue Orchid?" Zhang Feng asked.
For the past three days, he had turned off his communicator in order to focus on increasing his strength and was unaware of Blue Lan's situation.
"I'm fine now, thank you." Blue Orchid lifted the tent flap and wore a windbreaker, wrapping herself tightly, her face still slightly pale.
Although the sacred treatment made flesh and blood regenerate, Blue Orchid had lost too much blood and was still a bit weak.
"That's good." Zhang Feng nodded and saw that Lan Lan's injury was nothing serious, so he also let out a sigh of relief.
The army rubbed his hands and said: "Zhang Feng, let me take a look at that golden war knife. Repeatedly releasing the Wind Slashing Slash is too exaggerated."
"It's a skill, not a continuous release, but a 30-second duration. However, ordinary people can't bear it either. It only works if you wear the Glory suit." Zhang Feng handed the golden war knife to Lu Jun.
The army snatched the golden war knife from Wu Dazhong's hand, held it in his hand, and stroked it non-stop. Finally, he reluctantly returned it to Zhang Feng, saying: "Damn it, good things were ruined by that Wu Dazhong."
"But I also want to thank Wu Dazhong, if it wasn't for him, how could I have obtained another good equipment."
Zhang Feng sheathed his sword and smiled.
"What are you going to do next, Zhang Feng?" Lanlan looked at Zhang Feng and asked.
"Take a rest, then cultivate." Zhang Feng looked up at the concrete above: "My destination is not here, I want to go home, the other end of the city."
"Yes, home." Li Lao Shi puffed on his dry tobacco pipe, with tears in his old eyes: "I'm afraid that if my child were still alive, I'd be holding grandkids by now. What a pity, what a pity, why didn't the world change sooner? My child had great strength and a good head on their shoulders, they would have been even stronger than me in this kind of world."
Li Lao Shi became more and more fierce as he cried, finally stretching out his hand to wipe away his tears with great force.
"I have no home, I'm an orphan." The army shrugged and smiled ruthlessly.
"My home is gone too, let's go together." Lanlan looked at Zhangfeng and said quietly: "Together with Zhangfeng to the other end of the city, help Zhangfeng find his family."
"I agree." Li Laoshi stretched out his hand.
"Count me in." Lu Jun's hand covered his mouth.
"Count me in too." Lan Yi also stretched out his hand.
"Bring me one." A chubby hand also stretched out.
Zhang Feng finally stretched out his hand and placed it on top, saying: "Let's do it together, let the alliance not only be famous in the secondary battlefield, but also make the entire city know these two words. If the whole world is like this, then we will make the whole world know these two words!"
"Good!"
Several voices answered together, and then they all burst out laughing happily.
……
In the morning, Zhang Feng ate some porridge and went out for a walk around. He found some frozen vegetables in the freezer of a small supermarket and hurried back home.
In this world, cities were isolated and no one could leave.
Vegetables cost more than meat.
More than two catties of frozen vegetables were made into a pot of dishes, and the six people in the alliance had a good meal.
Then Zhang Feng first checked the rankings to make sure no one had surpassed him. Then he updated some of his attributes, bringing his combat power up to 5,500. Although this was only a small update, the slow and steady updates didn't arouse anyone's suspicion about his relationship with Qing Long. People thought that Zhang Feng's strength was steadily increasing.
Wait until
The bloodline of the Crazy War Angel grows in battle, so daily cultivation is also a kind of auxiliary growth.
His current strength, due to the bonus from his Berserker Bloodline, is over 700 pounds.
Even if he wants to cultivate, he has to carry a large concrete block that looks like a fake mountain on his back in order to give him a sense of oppression.
One thousand squats, one thousand pairs of hands grasping and lifting, then carrying large concrete blocks around the tent for a hundred laps.
It wasn't until noon that Zhang Feng stopped practicing.
He has been training like this for days.
And Wu Dazhong fought a battle, he also saw that the consequence of relying too much on equipment is that once the equipment is damaged, it becomes a hedgehog without spikes and can no longer hurt anyone.
So Zhang Feng is so desperate.
And the effect of this period of time is pretty good, after a few days, his own strength increased by twenty kilograms, and under his ability, he reached sixty kilograms.
At this rate, it's no problem to increase strength by a thousand jin in just one month.
At noon, Zhang Feng ate something and then lay down in the tent to rest.
After the bayonet incident, the camp also regained its vitality. Everyone was out early and returned late, and there were not many people in the camp during the day.
"Zhang Feng, big discovery, big discovery, we're going to get rich!" Just as Zhang Feng was resting, Xiao Pang rushed in like a wild beast.
His chubby face was flushed with excitement, his fists clenched tightly as he exclaimed: "We're going to get rich, we're going to get rich! Zhang Feng, this time we're really going to strike it big!"
Zhang Feng was sleeping and was suddenly woken up by Xiao Pang's noise, losing all his sleepiness.
The feeling of being woken up while sleeping soundly is unbearable.
Xiao Pang's excitement made Zhang Feng laugh and ask: "Xiao Pang, what's going on with you?"
Xiao Pang grasped Zhang Feng's arm and said, "Listen to me. I accidentally heard a piece of news from A Luo that is related to everyone's equipment upgrade in the future. If we seize this opportunity, we can make a fortune."

