After throwing away the map, Mu Shaoan turned his head and looked at the forty-nine new recruits.

He really hoped to meet the big guys Zhao Zheng and Liu Hui in it.

But he was soon disappointed, and none of the forty-nine recruits was known to him.

These people cannot tell how strong they are. There are thirty-two men and seventeen women, and their basic age is not over forty years old.

At this time, these recruits had basically awakened, but what surprised Mu Shaoan was that he had neither the thorns nor the thorns jumped out and shouted, "Where is this?" I'm about to let me go, do you know if my dad is Wang Gang? There is also no weak and pure girl who is sobbing and crying, who will save me."

In fact, after they woke up, everyone was squatting there honestly, even though the shackles on their bodies had been opened automatically.

In addition, there is another strange thing. After seeing Mu Shaoan's appearance, these recruits became more and more nervous and didn't even dare to breathe, as if they had really implanted slave memories in their minds.

But Mu Shaoan knew that this would not be the case. These people obviously have most of the memories, and they are very strange. They all seem to recognize themselves.

"You answer me, do you know who I am?"

Mu Shaoan pointed to a recruit. This guy was in his thirties, bald, and a goatee was carefully left on his chin, with his eyes gurgling. He quickly observed the surroundings in the moment he woke up, as if he was very experienced.

Of course, the others are not bad either. Most of the people who can enter the recruit camp are old birds who have experienced elimination.

The bald man stood up helplessly, hesitated several times, and finally said depressedly: "Report to you, we all recognize you. Your number is a-11982, and your name is Mu Shaoan. He is the first person on the wanted list of the recruits in the F District. As long as you kill you, we will get unimaginable benefits. Well, at least that's what Jocelyn promised."

"Old bastard Jocelyn?"

This was a real surprise. Mu Shaoan didn't know whether he should be angry or amused. By the way, that old guy was really unwilling to give up and actually listed him on the wanted list.

"Well, what are your plans?" Mu Shaoan asked, touching his chin.

"Your Excellency, please don't misunderstand me. I promise I dare not have any inappropriate thoughts. I even bet none of us dares to do this. We are not fools. If the old bastard Jocelyn can really threaten you, there is no need to issue a wanted order only in the recruits in the F District F." The goatee hurriedly said, and several recruits nodded as well.

Of course, Mu Shaoan would not worry about this. After thinking about it, he asked: "Do you know the core of this mission? Or to be more precise, do you have any tips when you were recruited in the recruit battalion?"

"Report to you, we don't know what the specific core task is? As for the recruitment, it is completely random, so there will be no prompts. However, there have been such an example in the past, that is, whenever a forced recruitment occurs in the recruit camp, the recruited person will never return. In other words, this is actually a death recruitment." The bald man said in a bit despair.

Hearing this, Mu Shaoan understood. No wonder they were so honest. His relationship was frightened. He stopped asking anything. He just ordered lightly: "I need seven team captains. You can choose them yourself. Don't worry that I will kill you. The duration of this mission is as long as six months. If you are lucky and guarantee to execute my orders meticulously, you will probably have a chance to live with me. I will only say this once, so you can do it yourself."

Next, Mu Shaoan no longer cared about how these forty-nine new recruits used to choose the captain themselves. Anyway, there were only seven teams, each team of seven people, so they could do whatever they wanted.

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The sky is still blocked by the dark clouds, which is very depressing.

The place where the sea and sky meet is no longer clear. The sea breeze whistles, rolling up the waves, causing the white waves, slapping on the rocks on the shore over and over again, like a giant beast that was unwilling to be bound was roaring in despair.

Mu Shaoan was sitting on the highest rock at this moment, facing the sea, with a solemn expression.

But he was not a pilgrim, nor was he imagining the beautiful scenery of facing the sea and the warm spring flowers. He was just using the sharp emerald dagger to cut wooden spears quickly.

He needed to arm the forty-nine new recruits in the shortest time.

Yes, although he has no hope for completing this system backup task, he is not vague at all what to do and what he can do.

The wood needed to cut the wooden spear comes from the broken merchant ship.

This scammed start did not give him any chance of cheating. These recruits who didn't even have clothes were only facing the situation of throwing stones to fight.

If they meet a group of pirates, their combat effectiveness will not be worse than that of the farmers.

Other program warriors must be helpless when encountering this situation, unless they are willing to take over the captain's blackmail at the beginning, and then they have to spend a lot of money to buy some garbage weapons and equipment at the port of Jeyek.

But fortunately, Mu Shaoan is a person who can turn decay into magic.

He ordered the recruits to salvage the fragments of merchant ships as much as possible, whether they were wooden boards, square wood, or thick masts.

All the goods can be soaked, but the wood will not break into powder.

So in less than half an hour, Mu Shaoan was filled with such wooden boards, wooden squares, and broken masts.

Can these things be transformed into combat power?

In the eyes of most people, that is absolutely impossible.

So, the desperate, pessimistic and numb recruits witnessed such a magical scene with their own eyes.

A strong thick wooden board covered with tung oil was instantly cut by Mu Shaoan several times, and straight and flatly split into five or six well-proportioned wooden strips.

This is simply amazing.

Everyone knows how hard this kind of wood used to build ships is.

Such a wooden board is ten centimeters thick and is one meter seventy or even two meters long.

Under normal circumstances, who can cut it off with one blow?

What a joke!

How much strength does this require, and how sharp a sword does it require to do it?

And even if it can be cut open, the question is, can you ensure that the thickness is even? Can you ensure that the cuts are smooth and straight?

This is not just one knife, but four or five consecutive cuts.

This level alone is already amazing. No one thinks that this is possessed by a god-level carpenter, because it must be done by a sword master.

Of course, these recruits would not know that Mu Shaoan had already mastered the ability to chop wood so hard that he would never make mistakes in his dreams.

(Well, thank you for your support, there is another chapter)

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