The army that was reviewed was very majestic, but Mu Shaoan was the lowest-level spearman.

This is a bit embarrassing.

When I opened my attribute template, I found that my strength was not weakened, and even the Netherworldly talented Death God was not banned. However, Mu Shaoan would not be dying until he switched to the Netherworldly Death God mode, and the result would only be that he would be burned to death as a monster.

"Zhao Ji, why are you stunned? Keep up!"

A voice that was deliberately lowered but very angry sounded from behind, and then Mu Shaoan realized that this was a military parade. When he was dazed, the queue could not keep up.

He hurriedly followed a spearman in front of him. He was naturally confused in the Han Dynasty military formation, and the changes in the flag commanded by the center were like the heavenly book, with horns and drums sounding from time to time seemed particularly chaotic.

But this is the best way to command thousands of people to assemble into an army.

After running around with the buddy in front of him, Mu Shaoan finally unfortunately committed a foul. He was so fucked, he actually wanted to change the formation? How did I know that the yellow flag was shaking up and down and then changing the formation in the middle?

Immediately, two tall and fierce soldiers rushed over and waved the sticks that were thick with their heads and beat them with no heads.

Mu Shaoan didn't dare to fight back. The general commanding above watched and dared to resist was probably the consequence of beheading and hanging outside the gate.

Sure enough, since ancient times, the lucky spearmen are too bad.

This is a real and rich history, but it is also cruel and boring.

The whole morning, plus noon, and afternoon, except for lunch, there was no breath at all. The soldiers of various soldiers were slamming, slamming, slamming, this was a training session.

As a low-level spearman, Mu Shaoan was beaten 12 times in total. The changes in the military formation were too complicated. He was a new arrival and did not have the memory of Zhao Ji. He couldn't handle it in the joint exercise of tens of thousands of soldiers.

Fortunately, he was not the only one who got beaten. In the 100-person twelve guys who looked like they were new recruits, they were beaten a lot.

It turns out that this is not the elite of the Han Empire.

When the sun sets, the drill finally ends, and everyone's stomachs are roaring, and Mu Shaoan is no exception. What surprised him was that he was a little exhausted, which is unscientific.

Then I thought about it and realized that this should be because the laws of war were too strong. The history of Li Guang, Wei Qing, and Huo Qubing was definitely at the ss level. He could enter this place to experience it. Although death is not really a death, this heavy history, coupled with the rich laws of war, is always exploiting him.

"Zhao Ji, you idiot, why are you crazy today? I'm so tired that I'm about to eat. If you're still like this tomorrow, you, the sergeant, get out."

When he returned to the military camp, a big man with a beard walked over with a tremendous beard and kicked Mu Shaoan. However, it was the one who took the big stick and beat him the most when he was practicing during the day.

At this time, looking at the shrunk eyes of the soldiers around him, Mu Shaoan suddenly realized that this was the head of his own village.

"Hehe, Zhao Ji is probably suffering from lovesickness. When I was having a rest the day before yesterday, I remembered that he came to the dog hole of the Jiaber family." Someone was talking strangely behind, and then immediately caused a slutty laughter.

"My thief, look at your virtues!" The man from Natun kicked him again with a grudge against his lack of iron. Mu Shaoan was so depressed.

Fortunately, after kicking it, the elder Natun seemed to calm down and called out a few teenage recruits to carry three large buckets of yellow rice. A large basket of black cakes that were not known to be something. A large bucket could not be said to be meat soup or vegetable soup.

Then a hundred men snored and quacked, and fucked for a while. Mu Shaoan was also hungry, so he grabbed a wooden bowl and grabbed it with his hands to eat it.

The first bite is quite fragrant, the second bite is, and he instantly stares.

He said that Huang Cancan’s rice looks familiar? This is the elf grass he saw in the Lord of the Rings World before. At that time, the fat thief Tarr discovered it in the weeds.

Later, after large-scale cultivation, he also ate it. It was delicious, especially after it was made into dry food, it was sweet and delicious. Well, it is worthy of the name of Elf Cookies.

But this is not right. How could there be elves in the history of the Han Empire?

Three bites and two bites of it, Mu Shaoan went to serve it again, but found that it was gone. I put it together. These guys could really eat it, it was like a wind and a storm.

"Hey, brother, what's this food?"

Mu Shaoan poked a wrinkled veteran beside him who looked easy to talk to. The veteran had snatched him two discus-like cakes.

Then the veteran glanced at Mu Shaoan with a strange look, and suddenly burst out, holding two chopsticks one foot long and thick with their thumbs twitched Mu Shaoan's head.

"Of course, you, Zhao Ji, have been away from home for less than two years, and you don't recognize the millet you have been growing at home? If your parents are still alive, you will be angry to death!"

Mu Shaoan was completely stunned. No, no, no, I was scared by the words of this wrinkled veteran. I feel that this is his elder brother, why is he so old?

"Lucky is e, luck is e!" Mu Shaoan could only run away with his head in his arms, and even more afraid to fight back, and kept comforting himself in his heart.

Now he understood, no wonder his name is Zhao Ji, it turns out that he is ranked fourth or old.

In terms of modernization, Zhao Ji is Zhao Si.

Nicholas Zhao Si?

It's so terrifying.

The laughter came out again around him. Sure enough, Mu Shaoan also knew about this pleasant laugh. This old man who looked in his fifties was indeed his eldest brother, whose name was Uncle Zhao.

It means Zhao Da.

Bo Zhongshu Ji has always been in this way.

As a poor person, it would be nice to have a surname. He dare not ask for a serious name, let alone ask for a word.

After this trouble and the conversation between the crowd, Mu Shaoan finally realized that basically one-third of the 100 people in this village were from the villagers. As for the violent man who beat him up continuously, he was his cousin, Zeng Yi.

Well, this makes it even more impossible to take revenge.

But when I think that I was actually a sergeant, although I only had four new recruits, this was really good. Maybe the luck of him, a spearman, was D?

After dinner, it was dark, and immediately, the military camp that could still make noise and laugh was completely quiet as the light in the sky disappeared, as if it was dead.

This is to prevent the bombing of the camp.

Mu Shaoan didn't dare to be arrogant. Through today's observation, although he didn't know who the commander in the military camp was, there were definitely crouching tigers and hidden dragons in the military camp.

Do you believe those young recruits who are in their teenagers have the A-level strength?

My own violent cousin has absolutely s+ combat power. In addition, coupled with the ubiquitous heavy breath of history, the burden of the law of war is not like a fish in water.

Mu Shaoan has such a strong body, and he will be hungry after being trained for a day, an ordinary person, hum.

It's impossible to have nothing to do overnight.

The next day, it was just dazzled, and the beeping horns sounded again. A new day of boring training began, without breakfast, and it seemed that such days would not end.

This time, taking advantage of the time when the soldiers gathered from the surrounding military camps, Mu Shaoan finally saw the general environment around him. Well, there was a city in the distance.
Chapter completed!