The screen went dark, and Shen Yan hadn’t recovered yet.
The text [3 seconds] appeared before him.
From the mont he charged into the scenario, a sudden shout erupted, and the screen instantly went dark.
Facing the Republic’s modern ’Lu Bu,’ Shen Yan only survived for [3 seconds].
In previous scenario experiences, Shen Yan followed this legendary warrior, learning and communicating, which significantly improved his white blade combat skills, killing countless Japanese soldiers.
He originally thought his white blade combat skills were already up to standard.
But only now, facing this Republic ’Lu Bu’, did he realize how vast the disparity was.
The spear thrust by a giant over one ter ninety was far from sothing the one ter sixty Japanese soldier could compare to.
Just blocking for a mont felt like being hit by a car, his rifle almost slipped from his hands, yet even then, he couldn’t respond in ti as a massive force struck.
He was entirely flung away.
One must know that Shen Yan, standing tall at one ter eighty with muscles honed over years, weighing one hundred seventy pounds, was still thrown like that... directly making Shen Yan question his life.
If Zhao Ming knew Shen Yan’s thoughts, he would definitely laugh out loud.
What is this compared to that?
If you let Shen Yan play the Japanese soldier inside the bunker, holding a machine gun and sweeping, only to have this figure yank the gun and the person out of the bunker to slash, perhaps then he would understand what ’God of the Taihang Mountains’ ans.
The Republic’s modern ’Lu Bu’ is no joke.
The dark screen just showing the [3 seconds] mark.
In the next mont.
Swoosh!
The screen suddenly brightened, the chaotic cries of the Japanese soldiers from behind, and a sudden shout from the front:
"Kill—!!!"
Shen Yan’s scalp tingled instantly:
"Again?!"
"Infinite restart???"
As this thought flashed through his mind, there was no ti to ponder!
Shen Yan’s charge couldn’t stop; he could only keep running forward, while raising his rifle horizontally to block.
Clang!
At the mont of blocking, Shen Yan grunted, then exerted force to the left, attempting to throw off the bayonet in front, and by inertia, the bayonet chopping on his rifle indeed deviated left.
But Shen Yan simultaneously rolled to the right, trying to evade.
However, just as he rolled to the right, behind him ca the sound of a blade slicing through the air.
Thud—!!!
Shen Yan had just dodged halfway when his movent was abruptly stopped, with the pursuing bayonet stabbing into the ground.
Crack!
His head suddenly struck; the screen instantly went dark again.
[4.7 seconds]
Still dazed, Shen Yan.
No ti to rest or even reflect.
Swoosh!
The screen lit up again, the shout arriving in the next mont.
This ti, Shen Yan wised up, stopping at the first mont of entering the scenario, trying to let the Japanese soldiers from behind shield him in front.
But Zhao Ming designed a thirty-ter distance, with other Republic warriors as their targets.
As Shen Yan stopped.
The Japanese soldiers from behind indeed rushed to the sides, not as he thought, coming over to shield in front, yet the Republic ’Lu Bu’ upfront already killed forward with three steps in two.
Shen Yan’s nerves were stretched to the limit as he raised his rifle.
Perhaps due to acceleration and inertia?
The rifle, which could just block, at this mont broke inexplicably under the massive force, with the silver light slicing down towards Shen Yan’s head.
Crack!
The sound of the skull cracking.
Falling into darkness once more.... [4.3 seconds].
The screen lit up again.
Being repeatedly killed, Shen Yan’s heart also accumulated so anger, forcing himself to calm down the mont the screen lit up, as the shout from the opposite arrived again.
Shen Yan’s hands were not slow, instantly sidestepping in anticipation to evade, while the bayonet in his hand also started gathering strength.
A familiar blade light slashed from the front; Shen Yan, having sidestepped early, directly avoided it, but before he could power up the bayonet in his hand, the slashing bayonet suddenly halted and turned horizontally towards him!
Shen Yan only felt his hair standing on end.
A feint?
Once again falling into darkness.... [4.3 seconds].
Zhao Ming (Damn——!
Anticipation was useless.... the scenario characters weren’t static.
...
...
In just a few minutes.
Counting the ti, following repeated charges, dying eight or nine tis a minute on average.
Shen Yan and the n of Battalion One were miserably worn down.
Others had records of dying only dozens of tis in an evening; for Shen Yan and his n, it took just a few minutes to surpass them.
Only five minutes of tornt.
Shen Yan was numb over here, though he managed to progress from being defeated in two moves to holding out for five, yet this thod of repeating was sowhat absurd.
Trying to glimpse how others were faring, finally catching a mont to look upon death’s restart.
As it turns out, others were training just as much.
As a commander, he couldn’t do worse than his soldiers, Shen Yan gritted his teeth, tenaciously continuing his white blade combat training against the Republic ’Lu Bu.’
And his subordinates, Liu Feng and Fang Hui.... evidently had the sa notion.
Their leader was still training, quitting would be disgraceful, right?
As for the soldiers of Battalion One below, there’s no need to ntion them, the squad leaders were persisting; quitting would surely get them demoted, right?
No one dared to bear the title of the first to quit.
In this kind of ’atmosphere.’
Shen Yan led Battalion One, persevering in training for over three hours.
Until Zhao Ming noticed sothing awry and forcibly logged them out from the backend, otherwise, they’d nearly be beaten silly.
As Zhao Ming flipped through the backend data records:
"These guys are a bit daft...."
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