Chapter 1
If you want to gain merit, you have to make corresponding contributions to the human race.

After all, the Dao of that day recognized this set of dead truths.

"Woooooo-"

The biting cold wind howled, accompanied by flakes of fine snowflakes drifting from the sky.

The winter in Yuli County, Linhai County is already cold, but for Zhao Ming, who is standing under the tile eaves of the Dunbao Archery Tower, his cheeks are already slightly red from the cold, no matter how cold it is, he has to fight very hard. Spirit.

It's just because at the beginning of this month, the emperor's fluid from the ancient demon star spilled in this realm, contaminating countless worlds.

Most of them are ethnic domains where the human race thrives.

Then the imperial court was furious.

A decree was thrown down, ordering the heroes of the clan to recruit their own private soldiers to eradicate the chaotic group of monsters.

If you can prove that you have made great contributions, you can even grant guerrilla envoys dismissal. Although they are not as high-ranking, they are qualified to pick up arrest notices from the yamen, travel around the world to protect the way of the human race, and even prove to be supreme. Merit.

"The merits and virtues are even miraculous. It can increase the qi and blood of the dantian, improve the clarity of the Lingtai, prolong life and give birth to bones and flesh, and can reverse yin and yang to make up for the incomplete soul." Zhao Ming silently put his hand on the knife wrapped with a flat hemp rope on his waist The handle, the thin lips were slightly pursed, and it seemed to be whispering softly: "I can realize all my dreams, prove all the ways, and get all the fruits..."

When Zhao Ming opened his mouth, he also slowly stretched out his right hand like a claw, and then a ray of fire quietly emerged out of thin air in the middle of his palm, which was still very gentle: "For example... this comes from the Yang system divine power of Bing Long Zhaoming .”

This divine power of the yang system is the power that Zhao Ming inadvertently transformed through absorbing merit.

The power of Yang Yan obtained by directly reversing time and space!
"Or."

Zhao Ming clenched his fist with his backhand and extinguished the flames: "This is the power transformed by virtue."

Others may not be able to guess this Yangyan power and what Binglong Zhaoming is, but for Zhao Ming, it is like a memory reappearing: "Using the power of merit, reversing time and space, breaking through the boundaries of nothingness, and successfully activating the gold that I traveled through. Finger, that is, the Zhendan Zhaoming save file that was just started in the previous life and has not had time to play seriously, and only started!"

That's right, Zhao Ming himself is a time traveler. Having lived in this world for 18 years, he originally thought that he was just an ordinary person with memories of his previous life and only a little intelligence in this world.

But what he didn't expect was that six years after his mother died of illness, he refused to continue doing nothing.

He intends to take advantage of this opportunity of the ancient demon star.

The golden finger is activated!

"Because my mother left me a thousand merits!"

Zhao Ming lowered his eyebrows slightly. Although the woman who died of illness in her forties had passed away for six years, he still clearly remembered the appearance of that woman and the way she hugged him tightly and wept every time after hysteria.

Thinking of this, his eyes flickered and a sneer sneered at the corner of his mouth: "I thought my mother only knew how to drink, sleep and curse hysterically every day. I didn't expect that the thousand merits left behind at the end would instead It is the key that allows me to activate the system and draw the power of Yang Yan that is [-]% of Yan Long Zhaoming's strength."

Fingers rubbing against the roughness of the flat hemp rope wrapped around the handle of the knife, the strength of Yang Yan in the chest mixed with the exuberant Qi and blood in the dantian spread throughout the body, easily dispelling the fine snowflakes and biting cold currents that invaded from the surroundings.

That's why Zhao Ming dared to stand guard alone in the middle of the night, not afraid of the wind and snow.

It is because of Yang Yan's power to protect him!

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[Creative workshop reminds you. 】

[The Cathaytian Dynasty support package is about to enter the final countdown. 】

【00:03:00...】

[Please prepare to receive the support package in time. 】

[This time, the Cathay Empire will support you with '[Arms] Serving Farm Archers' x 1 team (90 people). 】

【hint!This [army] is slightly different from the original version after being modified in the creative workshop. 】

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At the same time, a dialog box appeared in front of Zhao Ming's eyes.

This is the activated system.

The name is Creative Workshop.

The source, according to Zhao Ming's guess, seems to be a bonus for pre-ordering "Warhammer III".

Of course, he doesn't know exactly what it is, but at least after activating the golden finger of the creative workshop, there will be a total of 168 hours, or seven days, and the countdown will finally enter the final 3-minute stage today.

"Supported by the Cathay Empire, a team of peasant archers." Zhao Ming raised his eyebrows slightly: "Interesting."

Since he just activated the creative workshop, it didn't take long.

What is the supported content.

For Zhao Ming, it was also the first time he knew about it.

After all, the countdown time of this support package is as long as seven days, and the content in it is still in the last 3 minutes before he was informed of the details of the content-that is, the one that appeared in the dialog box belongs to the power of the Cathay Heavenly Dynasty. , the most basic long-range infantry unit, after being slightly modified by the creative workshop, the peasant archer!
"If you receive the preparations, then put them in the woodland outside." Zhao Ming thought for a while, turned his head to look at the closed wooden door of the archery tower, and made a decision: "We can't make a big show, we must keep a low profile."

Inside the pier where Zhao Ming was located were the private soldiers he had recruited earlier.

There are about two hundred people in total.

Most of them are villagers in Linhai County who are unwilling to be lonely.

The imperial court of the human race has stood for thousands of years, and is still competing with other alien races for the power controlled by the Dao of Heaven. Naturally, it has sufficient coping mechanisms.And as long as you are an adult, you will be given the method of condensing and exercising your qi and blood, which is called "Martial Arts Classics". With a little practice in your daily spare time, you will be able to condense your qi and blood, and gradually become stronger and stronger, which will then become the basis for passing the emperor's court Country strong.

Whenever the many states and worlds under the emperor's court encounter a crisis similar to the collision of ancient demon stars, they can use the soldiers and horses of the state governor's envoy as the main force, and then delegate power to the many villagers' self-recruitment groups to train private soldiers. .

From top to bottom, there are masters and assistants, and they work together to kill the alien race that invaded the human race's boundary.

Not only can you get the merits rewarded by Heaven's Dao for his contribution to the human race.

It can also train soldiers and horses.

From the Jiedu envoys to the economic envoys below, or the defense envoys and command envoys, they can select strong and powerful people from among them, fill them in their own subordinates, and continue to gain military exploits for the imperial court of the human race, maintaining the heavenly authority of the human race.

The guerrilla envoy Zhao Ming hopes to obtain in this opportunity is to be able to enter and exit the various worlds of the human race within the border of Xiazhou. Although the number of soldiers cannot exceed a thousand, they are better than freedom. Pay, if you can manage food every day, then you can command the guerrilla soldiers under your command to go out to fight, wandering and killing many rebellious aliens in the border of Xiazhou.

If he can accumulate illustrious military exploits, get the approval of the high-ranking Xiazhou Jiedu envoy, and choose a county to act as a command envoy, in charge of the lives and deaths of tens of thousands of people in a county, he can be called a top tycoon in a small world .

It is even more famous within the Xiazhou region, and can be regarded as a full-time official of the Human Race Imperial Court!

Of course, those are still quite far away for Zhao Ming.

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[You are ready to receive. 】

[Support from the Aurora Celestial Dynasty arrives. 】

[Confederate Archers, a team of 90 people, came to this world. 】

[Although he was born as a grassroots citizen, Yuehou himself taught the art of archery himself. 】

[Cross-border journey...]

[Everything is the glory of Cathay! 】

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"Here we come." Zhao Ming held the handle of the knife and took half a step forward: "My peasant archer."

Through the crenels of the eight-meter-high archery tower.

Unobscured.

Therefore, even if the snow is falling and the night is dark, it can still be seen clearly.

At least Zhao Ming, with his good eyes and his vague sense of touch, could detect that in the sparse jungle about a hundred paces away to the east of this pier, many figures were quietly appearing indistinctly.

Still lined up in an orderly manner, even in the snow below the soles of their feet, there was no panic at all.

"Find an opportunity to let these archers come in."

Zhao Ming's eyes flickered.

The lips that had been pursed and the face tensed were now a little more relaxed.

Compared with the self-raised private soldiers who followed him for money in the pier below him, through the golden finger of the creative workshop, those peasant archers who still have a special connection in their hearts come from these foundations in the Cathay Dynasty The long-range infantry are the ones he can really rely on, the ones who will not betray, and the ones who have no signs of betrayal at all!

Thinking of this, Zhao Ming slowly moved his slightly stiff neck. He had been standing guard for half an hour not simply standing guard, but also to set rules for the self-recruited folk under the pier.

On the first day when he came to this pier, he, the general banner, stood guard in person.

There is less than half an hour.

About three 10 minutes.

So, it doesn't matter if it's the four small flags or the fifty minzhuang under their respective management.

It has to be calculated according to the time Zhao Ming stands on guard, and he has to be full of energy. After standing for three to ten minutes, someone can be replaced. There are no rules and no rules. I just worked as an office director and deputy director level in a public institution, but I still have some experience in management.

Of course, these self-recruited folks who had been expected by everyone before have now shifted their focus of expectation. As for the target of the shift, they are naturally those peasant archers from the Cathay Dynasty who came to support and obey him!

Ninety archers who know how to shoot arrows are no longer comparable to these mere folks!

"Wait!" Zhao Ming was taken aback when he glanced past the woods from the corner of his eye.

He then turned around.

Going back to the wall directly, regardless of the wind and snow, he looked towards the distance to the east: "Why... there is a... red!" Zhao Ming could vaguely see that in the depths of the east forest, there was a faint Pieces of red appeared, although not very conspicuous, but when he observed the past carefully, he could see it quite clearly!
At the same time, some understanding emerged in his mind: "Could it be that this red represents some absolutely hostile enemies coming towards me..." Zhao Ming's face changed slightly, this explanation is quite reasonable .

He directly picked up the copper gong next to him, and immediately hit it heavily with his right arm.

"When——" the clear and crisp gong resounded through the pier immediately.

"Enemy attack!"

(End of this chapter)

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