"Zhang Wenhe, you temporarily serve as the prefect of Shacheng. Immediately issue a notice to calm the people and set up a recruitment point. What follows is a fierce battle. The more soldiers the better!"
After entering the city, looking at the messy city and the shocked people, Li Wenhao gave the order again.
"General, I will obey the order!" Zhang Wenhe accepted it calmly. He was already prepared in his heart to serve as the governor of a city.
At this time, he was already at the fourth level and a warlock. He was very suitable to serve as the governor of a city.
In fact, not only him, Ehu has also been promoted to the fourth level, and the earliest generals of the Fire Crow Army have all been greatly improved, almost all of them are around the third level.
These people were able to become warriors when there was a shortage of elixirs, and their qualifications were not bad. Now that there is a sufficient supply of elixirs, it is not surprising that there will be a period of rapid growth.
Sometimes when they were chatting, they were still talking about what happened to those who followed Zhang Fugui and whether they regretted it now.
They felt that they must have regretted it. From that day on, they were no longer in the same world.
One is an official and a general, the other is hanging around at the bottom, and the gap will become wider and wider.
While feeling happy in my heart, I became even more loyal to Li Wenhao.
"If there are people who want to leave, send troops to escort them to Black Valley City!" Li Wenhao warned again when he noticed that some people were packing their luggage on the street, as if they wanted to move their whole families.
"General, I'll make arrangements now!" Zhang Wenhe put away his messy thoughts and hurried away with a hundred soldiers.
"The speed at which my soldiers are replaced is definitely the best in the entire army!" Li Wenhao looked back at the remaining soldiers and shook his head speechlessly.
There were 800 people at the time of departure. Hu Weiyong and Hulu and his son from Heigucheng had 100 each. Zhebie took away 200. Now Zhang Wenhe took away another 100, leaving only a pitiful 300 people, not even half of them.
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Among them, one hundred golden-armored warriors and the Gale Wolf Cavalry could not move, which meant that only one hundred personal soldiers were left to do miscellaneous tasks.
"There is no information about Mocheng now, so there is no point in hurrying. It is better to go to the death camp to replenish the soldiers first."
Li Wenhao rode his scale horse to the door of the city lord's mansion. After thinking about it, he turned around and went to the death camp.
Death battalions have many combat missions, high mortality rates, and high combat achievements. As long as they fight bravely to kill the enemy, they have a high rate of becoming cultivators, and they become the first choice for selecting personal soldiers.
"I've met the Marquis!" Qiao Lang saluted with several generals. They had just entered the city and the barracks was busy.
"I'll pick some soldiers, you're busy with your work, don't follow me!" Li Wenhao strode in with a straight face, ignoring Qiao Lang and the others, with an expression as if his parents were dead.
The death camp is the cannon fodder camp. It is a place where he uses the waves to search for talents and select talents. If he finds good talents, he will take them away. Otherwise, it would be a pity to die as cannon fodder.
"Quick, all the warriors who have reached the first level have gathered in the playground. The Marquis is here to select his own soldiers."
"Here we go again, hurry up, serve as a personal soldier for the Marquis, you will be promoted the fastest."
"Gathered."
There was propaganda from his subordinates, and soon, the young warriors who had just been promoted excitedly ran to the playground to line up and assemble.
"Master Marquis, didn't you just pick five hundred when you were in the royal city?" Qiao Lang followed behind and spoke with a grimace.
As the commander of the death camp, he couldn't do anything if he didn't speak.
After all, some young people with good qualifications appeared, but they were picked away. What to do with his death camp?
As generals, everyone wants to lead elite soldiers, no one wants to lead scumbags.
"I select soldiers in the death camp to prove that you are good at leading soldiers. This is the greatest affirmation for you!"
Li Wenhao was fooling around in a serious manner, pointing with one hand at the soldiers on the playground who were waiting for selection with their heads held high: "Look at these soldiers, are you not as enlightened as they are?"
The faces of Qiao Lang and others became even darker. Of course the soldiers were willing to serve as personal soldiers for the Marquis, but they, the generals, were not willing.
"Okay, be less picky this time, don't show it to me with a black face!" Li Wenhao comforted loudly, looking at the soldiers on the playground, depressed.
Maybe he picked too hard. There were only 500 new warriors with the legion logo. He definitely couldn't pick them all. He could only pick 200 at most, making up the whole number of 500.
Don't stroke the wool too hard. Don't stroke it bald. You won't be able to stroke it even if you want to.
"Thank you, Lord Marquis!" Qiao Lang and the others saluted feebly, not sincerely at all.
"You are from the Sand Clan!"
Li Wenhao was on the playground, selecting soldiers row by row. He suddenly waved his hand and took off a soldier's helmet, revealing a head of dry white hair and a very pale and frightened face.
"Master Hou, please spare my life. Although I am a member of the Sha tribe, I sincerely rely on you." Qiandaomu made a sound, knelt down on the ground, kowtowed hard, and donated blood to dye the ground red.
"Get up and speak. If you hadn't sincerely surrendered, you would have been a corpse!" Li Wenhao's face was solemn. A man from the Sand tribe actually joined the Fire Crow Army and had a legion logo.
Needless to say, this surprised him.
"Thank you, Lord Marquis!" Qiandao Mucheng climbed up in fear. He seemed to be very concerned about the eyes of the people around him, and put the helmet on his head again to cover the white hair on his head.
"Master Marquis, these surrendered soldiers turned against each other on the battlefield and even saved one of our generals. My subordinates saw that they were sincerely surrendering to them, so they accepted them privately. I wonder what the problem is?"
Qiao Lang followed behind, and was startled when he saw this, and quickly spoke from behind. He was not a close confidant of Li Wenhao, and his confidentiality authority was not high. He didn't know anything about the Sand Clan.
"You mean, there's more than one like him?" Li Wenhao raised his eyebrows. He was already surprised when such a person came out. He didn't expect there to be more.
"There are thirteen people in total, and he is the only one who is a cultivator!" Qiao Lang said.
"Bring out all thirteen, I want them all!"
Li Wenhao thought for a moment and decided to take all the Sha tribe members away.
After a while, twelve more young people from the Sha tribe came to the playground, and a total of thirteen people stood in a row.
They all looked a little frightened, with their heads lowered and not daring to raise their heads.
They are generally young and thin. They must have taken Qi Xue Dan. Their faces are slightly rosy. Although their hair and skin are still pale, they don't seem so dry.
Six of the thirteen people had legion symbols on their heads. This ratio was much higher than that of slave recruits.
"Have you never taken Qi and Blood Pills before?" Li Wenhao asked.
"Master Hou, our Sand Clan is divided into upper-class people and lower-class people. Only the upper-class people can practice." Qiandaomu, who was obviously the leader of these people, stammered in reply.
"In our Fire Crow Army, there is no distinction between high and low soldiers. As long as you are loyal, everyone will have the opportunity to practice." Li Wenhao nodded and continued: "I have a task for you now. As long as you complete it,
Okay, I will reward you with a large amount of Qi and Blood Pills, but they are a bit dangerous."
"Master Marquis, we are not afraid of danger and promise to complete the mission!"
"Qi-blood pills are very valuable in our place. Even the best people can rarely afford them. It's worth risking your life for them."
"That's right, it still feels like a dream to me."
With the reward of Qi and Blood Pills, the dozen or so Sand tribesmen became excited, including those without the legion logo on their heads, and they all spoke to express their acceptance of the mission.
"Very good, the mission does not require so many people. Some of you will complete the mission, and the rest will be responsible for teaching the language and teaching the language of your Sand tribe to other soldiers." Li Wenhao nodded with satisfaction.