Tripod Reverses the Heaven

"You..."

Once again, he was scolded by the chief Wu, which made Gu Feng quite angry.

Since his debut at the age of three, when has he suffered from such cowardice? Once, he ruled Kyushu, crossed the five regions of xuanhuang, dominated Haize and Yinhong, and controlled eight thousand states... Who is not afraid to see him? Who doesn't bow down when he sees him? Now, I've been yelled around by a district chief!

This is an ancient custom used to arrogance. How can you stand it?

However, this group of soldiers was like escorting prisoners. Seeing the ancient style staring, they immediately took up their sabres.

The chief Wu scolded again: "what are you? Are you trying to disobey military orders? Do you believe that we can immediately kill you for disobeying military orders? We don't care what you used to be, how proud you are, and come to the barracks. Even the dragon has to lie down! "

Although they are a group of ordinary soldiers, they are all true immortals. In addition, this is a military camp, they are unscrupulous, so they are very horizontal, almost their noses up to the sky. This makes the ancient wind's heart more angry.

However, at the thought that they were probably the people of Fengling fairy king, Gu Feng had to endure the evil spirit temporarily and said in a cruel voice, "OK, I'll go with you!" He almost gnashed his teeth and said these words. Although he was angry, he could only endure it for a while.

This military camp is really huge. Along the way, the ancient style has seen more than a dozen teams of tens of thousands of people. Those teams are practicing, some are practicing the offensive and defensive array, some are practicing the galloping fight, some are practicing the simplest spear sprint, and some are practicing the chariot attack... Without exception, they are all so murderous and so masculine and bloody. They always see the ancient wind's blood pulse and blood boiling!

The ancient wind was taken by the team of soldiers and passed through more than a dozen camps before reaching the so-called recruit camp.

The new barracks are also large and imposing. The total number seems to be a little more than that of other barracks. It is estimated that there must be 70000 or 70000 people, which can be regarded as a quite large team. They are also practicing. They are also shouting and killing. However, compared with the veterans I've seen before, this boot camp is not enough. Both the overall momentum and individual strength seem to be weaker than other teams.

Ancient customs are brought to a military tent, registered their names and sacrificed their soul marks, even if they are officially enlisted.

The person in charge of registration was a middle-aged man with a very dignified face. After looking up at the ancient style, he threw it to a jade card covering the size of a palm at will.

He said: "this item is used to record the war merit. The war merit can be exchanged for military rank and official position. Don't lose it."

His tone was very stiff and cold. Although he was a civil servant in charge of registration, he was cold all over, as if the ancient wind was his great enemy who killed his father.

After glancing at the ancient style, he added: "it can not only record military achievements, but also the only certificate of your identity. After you lose it, you can't do it again. You can only be a low-level soldier forever, understand?"

"War Merit card?" The old wind whispered softly and didn't care too much about the man's attitude. After looking back and forth at the jade plate, he nodded and said, "the ancient wind understands. Please rest assured."

"Please call me master!"

The tone is still cold and impersonal, which makes the antique eyebrows frown.

"Yes, master book!" The ancient wind was still patient, and then asked, "master, I don't quite understand one thing, that is, how can I obtain military merit? How many meritorious deeds can be exchanged for military ranks and official positions? "

This is a problem that ancient customs are more concerned about, because he doesn't want to be the lowest ordinary soldier forever. He needs a quick promotion because he has to take Bruce Lee with him to experience.

"The sources of meritorious service are diversified, mainly including killing the enemy on the battlefield, contribution to the army, or direct reward. On the battlefield, every time you kill an ordinary soldier, you accumulate a little merit, kill a chief of staff, and two merit. Centurion, centurion, centurion, ten thousand people command ten thousand... And so on. As for contribution, it depends on what contribution it is, depending on the situation. The direct reward is the score. "

The master book looked at the ancient style while telling, and then asked, "do you understand? Any questions? "

"I see!" Gu Feng bowed and asked, "there is still a little doubt that how many meritorious deeds are needed to exchange official positions and military ranks?"

"There is an introduction in the merit card. You just need to integrate the spirit into it, and you will naturally know!"

"Oh, I see. Now I have no doubt!"

The old style bowed again and looked respectful, which made the master's face look a little better.

Immediately, a set of black armor suddenly appeared in the anchor's hand, "bang" directly threw it on the table and said: "put it on. After putting it on, you will officially become a member of the" famine camp "

"Huang Ziying?"

The ancient wind was slightly stunned. Although he didn't understand what the word camp was, he didn't ask much. He picked up the black armor and put it on his body.

He found that there was really a dark yellow word "Huang" on his left chest. He knew that the word "famine" was probably the name of his own camp.

I looked back at the chief and four soldiers who had brought me. There was a dark yellow word "waste" on their left chest. This shows that they belong to the same camp and are all members of the Huangzi camp.

After leaving the registration office, the ancient wind was taken to a camp that was practicing.

I saw the commander shouted at the general in charge: "Hu Qianchang, bring the old style of recruits!"

It turned out that this was a commander, and his team had only a thousand people.

"Antique? Are you an antique? "

Hu Qianchang squinted at the ancient style and didn't seem to take it seriously.

He said casually, "since you have caught up with the morning training, you should be listed first. After the training, you will be assigned a camp!"

"Yes!"

Gu Feng bowed and then walked towards the rear of the team.

At this time, Hu Qianchang's mouth was filled with a sneer, which was very cold. If you know the ancient customs, you must be vigilant. He must ask, why are the people here so unfriendly to him? He's just stepped into the barracks. Doesn't he seem to have offended anyone?

After entering the column, I saw that Hu Qianchang stopped and ended the simple spear sprint training. Lang Sheng said, "on the battlefield, it is extremely dangerous. If you are careless, you will lose your life. Therefore, we should not only be good at teamwork, but also strengthen our own strength. "

"The quickest and effective way to strengthen one's own strength is to compete in the challenge arena. Therefore, let's suspend the morning training today and set up the challenge arena directly! "