Chapter 270 (1/2)
Yesterday, Joe was drunk and carried back to the station by Marcos.
With Joe's current constitution, if he didn't want to be drunk, he couldn't be drunk at all.
But in front of old lady Mary, Joe was very relaxed. In her, he felt more gentle, more warm, and more years of precipitation than Liya's maternal love.
Somehow, he was drunk.
After continuing to wipe out two oxlegs, four sheep legs and a rib made by old lady Mary herself, and before the food street reached the peak of business, Joe got drunk.
At 158 Qingsong street, a small villa originally used to be a rest for college leaders. The largest suite among them has been tidied up under the leadership of Mr. sgens.
A four column bed, not too gorgeous, but big and strong enough; warm and soft bedding brought from the port of Tulun, with several thick bearskin mattresses made of white bear fur from the northern snow plain.
The two maids, who had just been hired during the day yesterday, were somewhat crude, but they also knew some skills of serving.
Joe woke up from a drunken dream and habitually wiped the bedside table. He felt a large glass of warm water. A little honey was added to the water. Joe drank the warm water clean after several mouthfuls, and he took a lot of it in his mouth and stomach.
With a satisfied slap on his belly, Joe gently turned up, opened several doors in the strange room, and finally found the bathroom. Then he took a hot hot bath comfortably.
Across a row of landscape forest, the sound of low and orderly footsteps came.
Joe went to the bathroom window, brushing his teeth and looking out.
The soldiers of the Blood Axe battle group still maintained the style of the army. In the early morning, they were standing in a neat line, carrying a full set of weapons and heavy load packages, striding around the playground.
158 Qingsong street was originally a vocational college, and a large playground was the standard configuration of imperial schools. The soldiers of the Blood Axe battle group ran six times around the playground with a circumference of just one mile, and then began the formal morning exercise.
In just one day, there were hundreds of iron clad oak piles with a diameter of one foot on the playground, covered with a thick layer of coarse linen. Hundreds of soldiers of the Blood Axe battle group stood in front of the oak stake and used the fighting skills learned from the imperial army. They punched and kicked at the oak pile.
Their fists are fierce and fierce. Their fists and kicks are accompanied by an earth shaking roar. The momentum is incomparable.
In addition, hundreds of soldiers set up targets, short bows, crossbows, and various kinds of specially designed scouts' ambush and killing weapons. The arrows burst into the air, the throwing knives twinkled, and the palm sized flying axes fell heavily into the target, making a dull sound.
They either fight in pairs, or move hands and feet in groups.
In short, these elite soldiers from the army still maintain a strong military style Even without discipline in the army, these guys are braver and fiercer than normal soldiers.
Lanhibiscus, Platycodon grandiflorum, and Yaya Peter, former Imperial Army scouts from the front-line corps of the lulai plain, were naturally integrated into such training. Their bare arms, sweating, and each breath left a long white mist in the cold air of the morning.
And Joe brought a hundred family guards to the capital These guys are practicing, too.
However, their methods are not as systematic and large-scale as those soldiers of the Blood Axe battle group The means they practiced were all their own unique skills, which seemed a little messy.
However, although the fighting skills of these family guards are chaotic, if one-to-one or single-to-one comparisons are made, the moves of these family guards will be more lethal and vicious under the premise of equal strength.
”Each has his own strong points...” Joe vomited a bubble into the sink, and began to whim other thoughts than he did yesterday.
He has a lot of money now.
In addition to the new potions, there was a huge fortune from the wells family.
The money To tell you the truth, Joe is not interested in money!
100000 gold marks, one million gold marks Or 100 million gold marks, when the money reaches a certain number, it doesn't make much sense, because your food and drink consumption has reached a certain limit, and it's hard to break through any more.
So Joe was wondering if he could use the money to give his direct subordinates more strength.
If Matthew, Dudden, or chachalin, or even the Lord Capone of Ruhr, were to pick up trouble, the stronger the fighting force around him, the safer Joe would be.
The pupil didn't know when it turned crimson, and Joe gradually entered a strange state of combat intuition.
His fighting instinct tells him that he needs a strong personal force!
Deep in the pupil, the magic circle of three circles and six pointed stars slowly rotates, and Qiao's Crimson eyes sweep over a crowd on the playground Lanhibiscus, blue Platycodon, Marcos, those soldiers from the armyJoe felt loyalty and enthusiasm in them.
Especially lanhibiscus, Platycodon grandiflorum and Marcos Inexplicably, the three of them were almost faithful to Joe?
Yes, it can't be called loyalty.