In the evening, Zhang Tie had already known the contents of that notice. When he sent Pandora and the other girls who had already intended to form a team with the Hit-Plane Brotherhood back to the Wild Wolf Castle, Zhang Tie had already seen the contents of that notice.
Compared to the shock of the other members of the Hit-Plane Brotherhood, Zhang Tie had already been mentally prepared. While everybody in the Wild Wolf Valley was talking about what had happened in Blackhot City, they didn't know that Zhang Tie was the culprit who had caused the incident in Blackhot City. This incident was not only in the Wild Wolf Valley, but also in Blackhot City. Nobody knew who had sent that mysterious letter. Even though the officials of Blackhot City had tried their best, they couldn't turn back time and find out who had sent that mysterious letter to the mailbox near the post office in the public square of Blackhot City. This incident became a mystery that nobody could solve. Not until the incident in Blackhot City broke out did everybody know that the Red-scarf Burglars had been lurking in a secret place less than 150 km away from Blackhot City and were ready to cooperate with the Niumuen Business Group to cause a catastrophe in Blackhot City. Not until the Niumuen Business Group was destroyed by the military of Blackhot City did the Red-scarf Burglars evacuate from their secret place like a pack of hungry wolves. When the Red-scarf Burglars reappeared, they caused a disaster in Lance City. Sun Dynasty was involved in the muddy water between the Hit-Plane Brotherhood and the Alliance.
Zhang Tie had gained this title after the incident in Blackhot City. Someone said that the "mysterious warning man" who had caused the incident in Blackhot City was a traitor of the Red-scarf Burglars; someone else said that this "mysterious warning man" was an unrivaled master who lived in seclusion in Blackhot City; someone else said that this "mysterious warning man" was a political enemy of Marshal Lin Changjiang, the governor of the North Border of the Norman Empire … In short, there were all kinds of guesses. However, nobody could guess that this "mysterious warning man" was just a miserable teenager from a common male middle school in Blackhot City. This miserable teenager was currently undergoing a survival training in the Wild Wolf Valley. Just yesterday, this miserable teenager had almost ruined the plan of the dignitaries in Blackhot City who were waiting for their recovery medicament.
Sometimes … Rumors that were logical, logical, and filled with all sorts of possibilities seemed to be true. However, the truth was always full of drama. Because life and this world, to put it bluntly. Actually, there was no such thing as reason and logic. Just like the famous butterfly effect that appeared before the Cataclysm, a blacksmith dropped a nail on the road, and the nail hurt a horse's hoof. The wounded horse lost a rider. The Knights lost a battle. That battle affected a military campaign. That battle decided the outcome of a war. That war eventually led to the destruction of a country.
Zhang Tie had also heard about the theory of the butterfly effect in the history class at school. After knowing what had happened in Blackhot City, Zhang Tie suddenly realized that he had unconsciously made the nail that broke the horse's hoof. The collision with Huck, who was already dead at the train station, had changed so many things in the future.
That nail had indeed changed some of the details of the matter. It was a jolt. However, the Norman Empire and the Sun Dynasty were like huge wheels rolling towards the Andaman Alliance and Blackhot City unstoppably with their great inertia. Only a trace of the aftermath of the huge wheels rolling caused a huge wave in the Wild Wolf Valley.
Many students would have to serve in the military after graduation. Once they served in the military, they would have to directly face the two giants, the Norman Empire and the Sun Dynasty. They might even have to face the armies of the two countries on the battlefield. Therefore, when all the students attending the survival training in the Wild Wolf Valley looked at their fates, they all felt a great pressure. Facing the unknown future, many of them felt a bit confused and scared.
Tonight, except for Zhang Tie, all the other members of the Hit-Plane Brotherhood were desperately practicing the basic skills of the Iron-Blood Fist Skill. Only when they could no longer move did they lay on the turf, gasping for breath.
Originally, Zhang Tie could still persist for a while, but seeing Bagdad gnashing his teeth and glaring at him with blue veins popping out on his forehead, Zhang Tie could only pretend to be exhausted and lay on the ground. Ten seconds after Zhang Tie "gave up", Bagdad, who could no longer persist, let out a sigh and ended the practice of the Crouching Tiger Move. For Bagdad, if he could not maintain his position as the most powerful fighter in the Hit-Plane Brotherhood, it would be a great blow to him.
There were two moons in the sky. One was a silver moon, while the other was a light blue full moon. Hanging in the sky, the moonlight poured down like water, covering the entire Wild Wolf Valley with a layer of beautiful light blue silver light. Set off by the two moons, the stars in the sky looked particularly brilliant. Cicadas on the Dragon-Claw Tree were chirping, crickets were chirping in the surrounding grasses, and wolves were faintly howling from the mountain peaks in the distance. All of this made the entire Wild Wolf Valley even more tranquil.
Everyone quietly lay on the ground and looked at the sky for more than ten minutes without saying anything.
"If I die on the battlefield in the future, if any of you are still alive, remember to send my pension to my family. This money should be able to let my two younger brothers live a better life!" Sharwin quietly opened his mouth. Sharwin was good at everything, except that he was sometimes too pessimistic.
"You'd better stay alive. If you die, we will only use your pension to visit prostitutes. That bastard dad and two bastard brothers of yours can go to hell!" Hista swore.
"B * stard!" Sharwin swore in a low voice before bursting out into laughter.
"It's said that the Iron-Horn Army under the command of the governor of the North Border of the Norman Empire and the Brilliant Feathers of the Super God Dynasty are both composed of war maniacs and lunatics. Will we fight against them..." Doug worriedly said.
"Don't be so pessimistic. We won't be that miserable. As soon as we graduate, we will have to fight against the Norman Empire and the Sun Dynasty. For the entire Andaman Alliance, these two countries are both superpowers. Each of them is much more powerful than the Andaman Alliance. Because of the great disparity in strength, the Andaman Alliance has no chance of winning the war against the other two countries. That's why this war rarely breaks out. Those rich bigwigs are definitely more afraid of death than us. They don't dare to bet their lives on a war that they cannot win. Two kids with equal strength might fight for a piece of candy, but a strong man and a kid won't fight, not to mention two strong men and a kid at the same time... "Lying on the ground, Leit said." That's right, the Andaman Alliance's power is much greater than that of the Andaman Alliance.
"Hmm. I think what Leit said is reasonable. Don't be so stressed! "Barley said.
"But even so, the future of the Andaman Alliance will not be bright. In the history of Blackson Human Clan Corridor, there were over 70 city-state alliances at most. But now, there are fewer and fewer city-state alliances. All the city-state alliances have only two ways. First, a genius or a powerful figure will appear and turn the city-state alliances into a unified country. Second, the city-state alliances will collapse and be annexed by the surrounding major forces. The Andaman Alliance doesn't have any genius or a powerful leader. The Norman Empire and the Sun Dynasty won't just watch the Andaman Alliance become a unified country. Therefore, the Andaman Alliance and Blackhot City will probably be annexed by others in the end. Both the Norman Empire and the Sun Dynasty will exercise a high-handed rule over the newly annexed regions for at least several decades. If we can't solve this problem peacefully, even if we don't die on the battlefield, we won't have a good life... "Sharwin continued to be pessimistic.
Hearing Sharwin's words, everybody became silent once again. Nobody refuted him, because everybody knew that Sharwin was telling the truth, which was the heaviest and most irresistible truth.
"So, even if we don't become cannon fodder on the battlefield, we will all become slaves of a subjugated country. Hmm, although the Andaman Alliance and Blackhot City aren't countries yet, the meaning is almost the same!" Hista said in a low voice.
"This problem, I think... it will be solved peacefully in the end!" Barley said weakly without confidence.
"But I feel something is wrong. The Andaman Alliance, the Sun Dynasty, and the Norman Empire have been peaceful for over half a century. Why do the two countries seem to be on good terms with each other and want to make trouble for us at the same time?" Doug, who was a bit naive, asked the key question.
For some reason, Doug's words reminded Zhang Tie of the little squirrels who were busy storing pine cones in the trees for the winter.
"No matter what the reason is, as long as it's related to us, we will know it sooner or later. There's no need to worry about it..." Bagdad said in a low voice. "The only thing we need to worry about is how to improve our strength. In this age, those who are not powerful have no freedom. Only those who are powerful can control their own fates. If we can all master the Iron-Blood Fist, will we still worry about so many boring problems?"
"Bighead, why don't you speak? Don't you worry about it..." Lying on the ground, Barley tilted his head and asked Zhang Tie.
"I think you're all right, but to be honest, I don't really care about the future of Blackhot City and the Andaman Alliance. Perhaps it's because I'm a Chinese, but I'm just a non-mainstream minority in the Andaman Alliance and Blackhot City. I don't want anyone else in my family to make any more sacrifices for Blackhot City and the Andaman Alliance. I won't make any more sacrifices either. I don't have many pursuits in life. As long as the people around me live well, as long as they have money, and as long as they have women, that's enough..." Looking at the beautiful starry sky, Zhang Tie smiled. The matter between Blackhot City and the Andaman Alliance had indeed shocked him greatly. Zhang Tie found that even though he had changed something by chance, the final result was still the same. At least, the fates of the people around him remained the same. This was the powerlessness and helplessness of a small figure.
Bagdad's words were right. Instead of expecting the world to become like what he had imagined, it was better to make himself stronger and stronger. Only when he was strong could he be truly powerful. Everything else was bullshit, but he wanted to be strong. Zhang Tie wanted to be powerful, and his biggest trump card was the Castle of Black Iron and that small tree.
Zhang Tie never felt that he was a selfish person. However, the Castle of Black Iron and that small tree sometimes made him feel very selfish. If this age was a huge wheel that was rolling forward, Zhang Tie felt that everyone else was being driven forward by this huge wheel while sweating profusely. Only he could calmly jump out of the huge wheel and focus on his own small world. That small world was also a wheel, a wheel that only belonged to Zhang Tie, although it was still very small. Zhang Tie pushed it forward by himself and rolled happily. Although the wheel was small, it moved very fast as it carried Zhang Tie. Carrying Zhang Tie, it rushed into the distance at a speed that was even faster than the wheel of this age, leaving the others far behind. This kind of feeling made Zhang Tie feel that he was a bit careless. When others were worried about the future of Blackhot City and the Andaman Alliance and whether the war would come or not, Zhang Tie was thinking about how many baskets of ores he should put into the Castle of Black Iron tomorrow so that the basic energy storage of the Castle of Black Iron could rapidly increase. When everyone was worrying about whether they would become third-class people in the occupied area in the future, Zhang Tie was thinking about how to circumcise himself after the survival training. "F * ck, being a virgin among a bunch of animals really doesn't feel good. To be honest, Zhang Tie really didn't think that the fate of the Andaman Alliance and Blackhot City was more important than his circumcision!" Selfish? If this was selfishness, then so be it. Who the f * ck stipulated that the future of the Andaman Alliance and Blackhot City was more important than that of this father? 'Who the f * ck stipulated that the "sexual happiness" of those influential figures must be more valuable than my "sexual happiness"? ' Who the f * ck stipulated that a small figure had to share hardships with those big figures? F * ck, I've already done what I could. What's wrong with me being carefree now!?
For Zhang Tie, it was like it was already the twelfth month of the winter outside. It was snowing heavily, and it was freezing cold. Many people were running in the wild bare-chested to compete with the snowstorm behind them, while Zhang Tie was sitting on the train and eating hot pot, leaving the others far behind. This was the other choice that the Castle of Black Iron and the small tree had brought to Zhang Tie. Without the small tree and the Castle of Black Iron, Zhang Tie would also be one of the people running outside bare-chested. However, the small tree and the Castle of Black Iron gave Zhang Tie another choice to eat hot pot on the train. Now that he had such a choice, why not take it! Was he sick?
… …
Today, it was Zhang Tie's turn to be on sentry duty in the first half of the night. Nestled in a small tree, Zhang Tie observed and listened to the sounds around him while visualizing the abacus in his mind. He quietly practiced mental arithmetic. From 1 to 1000, Zhang Tie would add, subtract, multiply any two-digit number, multiply any two-digit number, multiply any two-digit number, multiply any two-digit number, multiply any two-digit number, multiply any two-digit number, multiply any two-digit number, multiply any two-digit number, multiply any two-digit number, multiply any two-digit number, multiply any two-digit number, multiply any two-digit number, multiply any two-digit number, multiply any two-digit number, multiply any two-digit number, multiply any two-digit number, multiply any two-digit number, multiply any two-digit number, multiply any two-digit number, multiply any two-digit number, multiply any two-digit number, and multiply any two-digit number. In this seemingly boring yet enjoyable training, the spiritual energy in his mind sea was also slowly increasing bit by bit. Compared to the beginning of the survival training, Zhang Tie's current spiritual energy had already increased by almost 2%.
Not until Barley came to take over his shift in the second half of the night did Zhang Tie climb back into the tree hole where he had been sleeping. Every time he saw Zhang Tie's spirited look, Barley would feel a bit depressed. Everyone else was already exhausted when they were on sentry duty, but why did Zhang Tie become more and more spirited? Was he really a night owl?
Having just finished practicing mental arithmetic by killing, Zhang Tie didn't fall asleep immediately after lying down. Instead, he silently injected his spiritual energy into the Trouble-Reappearance Fruit. While lying down, he entered another virtual world...
… …
At dusk, in the valley, on the path, on the grassland, Zhang Tie waved his dagger to meet the wolves...
Several minutes later, the three wolves became corpses once again. Looking at the wound on his hand caused by a wolf's fang, Zhang Tie shook his head...
Boom...
Everything turned into light spots.
… …
One minute later, when Zhang Tie injected his spiritual energy into the Leakless Fruit once again to activate it, Zhang Tie dove into it once again.
At dusk, in the valley, on the path, on the grassland...
This time, Zhang Tie changed his "way of playing". Before the wolves rushed out of the grassland, he had already rushed into the grassland and started to fight with the wolves, waving his dagger. The fact proved that the grassland was much more restrictive to humans than to wolves. Wolves had more advantages in the grassland. Rushing into the grassland and fighting with the wolves, Zhang Tie felt the fear and pain of death once again...
… …
Zhang Tie came out again. One minute later, the Trouble-Reappearance Fruit was activated once again, and Zhang Tie rushed in again...
Coming out again? Going in again, fighting again, coming out again. Zhang Tie didn't fall asleep until his spiritual energy was almost exhausted and he couldn't activate the Trouble-Reappearance Fruit anymore.
… …
The members of the Hit-Plane Brotherhood would never know that the guy sleeping beside them had already experienced eight life-and-death fights with the three wolves in a mysterious time and space that only existed in Zhang Tie's mind. In such fights, Zhang Tie suffered fewer and fewer injuries, and the three wolves died faster and faster...
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