One Thousand One Hundred Eighty-Three, Friends From Afar

Qian Weining and Ren Xiaosu walked silently towards the exit.

Things went smoother than expected. When the Burning Knight came to stop him, Qian Weining just took off his hood and glanced at the other party. The Burning Knight on the war horse actually dismounted and saluted Qian Weining and let him go.

Ren Xiaosu said with a smile: "Co-writing your face is a passport. It seems that President Qian has a very high status in the Burning Knights."

Qian Weining's rank in the Burning Knights was a Templar Knight, which was equivalent to an official position like a regimental commander or brigade commander in Middle-earth, so how could ordinary soldiers not know him?

However, Qian Weining was already very respectful to Ren Xiaosu at this time, he said to Ren Xiaosu with a wry smile: "Sir don't need to call me President Qian, just call me Xiao Qian..."

"Okay," Ren Xiaosu said with a smile: "Don't worry, you will understand how correct today's decision is in the future. Let's meet with Xiaomei first, and then leave the city immediately. As long as we leave this place of right and wrong, it is not a high-level mission. Birds fly, the sea is wide for fish to leap?"

Originally, when Qian Weining called himself Xiao Qian, his heart was still a little bitter.

But now when he heard Ren Xiaosu calling Mego Xiaomei, his heart instantly became balanced.

Human beings are so strange, no matter how tragic you suffer, as long as you find someone like you, you will feel much better in an instant.

Then, for the fate that is about to usher, I am not so resistant to it...

And what Ren Xiaosu is thinking now is that there is Xiaomei and a little money beside him, one is from the wizard system, and the other is from the knight system. It seems that the basic team of the right-hand man has been formed.

Now that I am a big man, I always need a little follower or something.

This clerk may not be of substantial help, but it can play a role in setting off the atmosphere at critical moments, just like Qingfeng and Mingyue Boy who accompany the Taoist priest in fairy tales.

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The memorial ceremony in front of Winston Cathedral was turned into a farce. After Patriarch Winston finally stopped crying, Patriarch Berkeley immediately drove him to the west to resist the Voss family.

The Voss family is a vassal of the Tudor family. Seeing the coming of the Northern Tudor Knights, the forces of all parties are ready to move.

Just in the afternoon, a strange group of men and horses suddenly arrived outside the blocked city gate, and the Burning Knights on duty at the front of the city looked down at the city in astonishment.

There are huge steel monsters parked there, not only from where.

Someone reported the matter to the owner of Berkeley and wanted to ask what to do.

As a result, the owner of the Berkeley family went out of the city to meet him, and even ordered a scarlet carpet.

Only the real core members of the Berkeley family know that this is the friend from afar that the owner said, and those steel monsters are military trucks from Middle Earth.

The other party took a long detour from an unknown path, and even walked through extremely dangerous areas, just to send this truck of weapons to the wizarding country.

The backs of the military trucks were all covered with army green tarpaulins, and no one knew what was hidden underneath.

There were dozens of trucks, forming a long queue outside the city gate.

These weapons are gifts brought by distant friends.

It is not the first time that these Middle-earth people have come to the wizarding country.

The city gate of Winston City opened, and the owner of Berkeley walked out of the city calmly on a white horse. He smiled at the young man with sunglasses at the front of the convoy: "My friend, long time no see!"

The owner of Berkeley jumped off the horse and opened his arms, actually hugging the young man directly.

The young man took off his sunglasses and hugged the owner of Berkeley with a smile: "Dear Michelle, I have brought what I promised you, and I can go to the barren hills tonight to witness its power, the knight of the Tudor family. In front of it, it will become a joke in the wizarding nation."

The owner of Berkeley walked to the back of the truck and gently lifted the tarpaulin. He smiled at the black and cold equipment under the tarpaulin. It seemed that the lubricating oil used to maintain the weapons and armaments was fragrant.

It's just that the Berkeley Patriarch, wearing silver-white armor and a red cloak, is extraordinarily abrupt with this weapon full of modern flavor.

The owner of the Berkeley family did not wait for the night to try the ordnance, but ordered twenty prisoners to be brought in, and then removed the shackles from their bodies and let them run wildly: "Escape, if you can escape today, my representative of the Berkeley family. The gods declare you innocent."

After the prisoners ran a few hundred meters away, the young man from China calmly asked someone to fetch a heavy machine gun and fix it on the ground.

Even the machine gun tripod was hammered into the ground with nails.

The young man took a box of ammo chains and stuck it on the machine gun, and then slammed down the machine gun's magazine cover.

At this time, the prisoners had already run far away. Looking from the city gate, the backs of the prisoners were as small as leaves.

However, the young man pressed the trigger on the back of the heavy machine gun, and slap-length machine gun bullets shot out, directly sweeping all twenty prisoners into sieves at a distance of nearly a thousand meters!

The Burning Knights who followed Berkeley's head out of the city looked at each other in dismay. Even if they were riding horses, they couldn't dodge this kind of instant weapon of destruction!

In fact, some veterans said 17 years ago that powerful weapons had already appeared in Fort 178. When the Wizarding Kingdom was on the eastward expedition, it took human lives to fill the holes made by these weapons.

Since then, the wizards have kept silent about the crusade.

Now this young generation of knights finally understand how terrifying your so-called Middle-earth weapons are.

This is a disaster for the cavalry, or, in the face of Middle-earth weapons, the military power of the entire wizarding country will be a disaster.

The owner of Berkeley looked at the dead prisoners from a distance, with a solemn expression on his face, he didn't know what he was thinking.

But he soon laughed.

"Let's go, I'm going to entertain friends from afar tonight," Berkeley's patriarch said aloud, and then he took the young man's arm and walked into the city: "Mr. Wang, I wonder if other weapons have this kind of power?"

Wang Wenyan smiled and said, "Nothing else is worse than this."

At this time, the owner of Berkeley suddenly remembered another thing: "By the way, Mr. Wang should know a lot about Middle-earth, then I will ask Mr. Wang about something."

Wang Wenyan said, "Just ask the owner."

"In Middle-earth, has anyone ever been able to drive a train? Has anyone ever been able to wear heavy armor in an instant? That train seems to come from nothingness, not like technology, but more like witchcraft on our side..." When the owner of Berkeley said here, he suddenly found that Wang Wenyan's footsteps stopped, and his expression was very heavy.

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And at night