"Damn, this guy is so strong!"

Lei Zhentian endured the severe pain and lay on the ground in anger. He was steaming on his head and a few shiny beads of sweat were adorned on the tip of his nose.

Lao Lei raised his eyebrows angrily, but his mouth was grinning down, and his mind kept thinking, "What should I do?"

No. 1, the power of this guy, left an extremely deep impression on Lei Zhentian's mind in an instant.

On the other hand, the No. 1 trainer No. 1 smiled and arrogant expression on his face really made Lao Lei feel angry.

"You're so proud! I, Lei Zhentian, have been growing up, and I don't know how to write the word "Scared"."

No. 1, the slutty expression of the Void Trainer had deeply stimulated Lei Zhentian.

It was too late to say it, then it was soon.

Lei Zhentian roared, supported his hands and tiptoed, and suddenly got up from the spot.

Then he pressed the bulge of the edge of the Wheel of War, bent his knees, and squatted steadily. His hands were like two wooden pillars attached to the ground, and his whole body leaned forward slightly. His posture was like an eagle about to take off.

snort!

After a cold snorkeling, Lao Lei was like a wild horse that broke free from reins, using his head as a forward and hit the opponent with his head, and he was extremely quick.

Bang—

No. 1, the No. 1 trainer, just turned sideways slightly. While easily avoiding Lao Lei's "Iron Head Kung Fu", he punched Lei Zhentian's lower abdomen with extremely accurate accuracy.

Every movement of his movement is so accurate, so natural, so smooth, as if he was prepared.

Lei Zhentian was as easy to deal with as a ten-year-old doll in front of him.

Under this heavy punch, Lei Zhentian bent down with his stomach in his arms, arched his front legs, retreated and tensed, making a painful humming sound from his mouth.

"If I have to continue, I will accompany you!"

No. 1, the No. 1, put his hands on his chest, curled his lips, and admired the extremely rich expression on Lei Zhentian's face with interest.

After a while, there was no sign of resistance from Lei Zhentian's depressed face.

No. 1, the No. 1, said boredly, "Since you have already appreciated my power, then don't try to anger me like a fool."

"...It is my right to tease you, not because of anything else, just because I am better than you!"

Listening to the more provocative warning of Nothing Trainer No. 1, Lei Zhentian pressed his hands against the Wheel of War and struggled for several times before he barely stood up.

Lei Zhentian forced himself to calm down. This so-called No. 1 trainer, No. 1, always tried to anger himself and fight against him.

This is a bit like the previous survival task. No. 1 of the Void Trainer is very likely to be to test himself. It is not difficult to guess that he must have his own mission of existence.

Therefore, a hero will not suffer the loss in front of him and will not be angry with him for the time being.

Thinking of this, Lei Zhentian casually brushed the sweat beads on his forehead with his sleeve and said in a very resentful tone, "I admit that I can't beat you, but that doesn't mean I'm afraid of you. Now tell me, what do you want?"

No. 1, the No. 1, nodded with satisfaction, ignored the resentment on Lao Lei's face, and continued, "If you think there is a good thing about a pie falling from the sky, it will be beneficial to complete a survival mission, you will be very wrong. The second reward of the Wheel of War is to train you."

"Never want to get out of the void space until you have the ability to defeat me. Also, I must declare that as Trainer No. 1, I only have one-tenth of Hannibal's personal force."

Hearing the words of Nothing Trainer No. 1, Lei Zhentian barely cheered up, his eyes were congested, and he stared at the other party like a resentful woman alone in the boudoir. He said word by word, "If the so-called training you call me to fight you, then you can kill me now. Although I am not afraid of you, I don't have the tendency to abuse myself yet. I - don't play anymore!"

"Well……"

When No. 1, the Void Trainer, heard Lei Zhentian swearing, he was not angry for the first time, nor did he punch and kick him.

He stared at Lei Zhentian's fierce eyes, blinked in surprise, and showed a look of admiration, "...You don't have to worry about this. I am not the only person you have come into contact with in the epic battlefield. You can choose your teacher at will from the Carthage camp."

"After a certain amount of training from your teaching teacher, then defeat the enemy you come into contact with - the Romans. In the end, you are qualified to challenge me. Well, you can understand me as the boss you will challenge in the end... Remember, only by never giving up can you have a chance to win."

Lei Zhentian wondered if he had heard it wrongly, and this guy was actually cheering him up.

As the saying goes, if you have nothing to do, you are either a traitor or a thief. Lei Zhentian couldn't help feeling guilty about the encounter he was about to face.

In Lei Zhentian's dazed eyes, No. 1, the Void Trainer, suddenly pulled out the short sword from his waist and drew a beautiful arc in the air. Lei Zhentian found that there had been changes around him.

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A turquoise grass floating in the surrounding darkness.

Lei Zhentian found himself and turned back to the tiny light infantry, an Iberian little swordsman.

At the same time, in front of him, there were a row of neatly tidy soldiers' cards floating.

"Iberian light infantry, Gaul new recruits, Iberian heavy infantry, Gaul elite samurai, Spanish heavy infantry...Numedian elite samurai."

Numidia Elite Warrior!

Without any hesitation, Lei Zhentian chose the Numidia elite warrior, which can be said to be an elite African army.

Hannibal was known as the god of mercenaries, and Gatha's basic army was just a scumbag.

The Gauls were completely surrendered to Hannibal's military power, and these Gaul barbarians all rely on their noble courage.

Although the Spaniard is strong, it is not a good choice.

Only Numidia is famous for producing elite cavalry. Hannibal won many early wars with Numidia cavalry.

These elite African cavalrymen held heavy spears and swords, and wore a piece of leopard or lion skin as a guard on their left arm, almost naked on their saddle.

They are fearless and tireless fighters. They are basically both step and horse fighting, and they are good at using heavy spears.

Usually, two people appear on the battlefield. During combat, one person stays on the horse's back to fight, and the other person dismounts and fights in footsteps, just like modern stairs and Tanks' coordinated combat.

The elite cavalry of Numidia are probably the most elite combat force in the entire Carthage army.

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