"Where's the God of Death? Isn't he having a meeting?"
"Should we let our pigeons go? Baidu search gives us a powerful literature network."
"Who knows."
Situ Lingfeng, Song Tianlong, Lin Zhenlong, Long Tianqi, Yan Longhui, and Zeng Fan were sitting in the conference room. They all looked at each other and had doubts in their hearts. Could they really have been deceived by that guy?
With a creak, the door was pushed open.
"Ahem."
Seeing He Zhenzhong's figure, the six of them quickly sat up straight with serious faces, as if we didn't say anything.
He Zhenzhong walked in, carrying a bag in his left hand and a plate in his right hand, with several cups of steaming tea on it.
"I seem to have heard that some people have a lot of resentment towards me. It seems that I brewed all this tea in vain and can only throw it away."
"No, it's rare for a god of death to be so kind, we'll be happy to accept it."
"Yes, it must be very sweet." Zeng Fan nodded fiercely.
"It's so sweet, that's tea, not sugar water."
"I'm just making an analogy."
"Okay, okay, one cup for each person, hurry up." He Zhenzhong gave six cups of tea with primary strengthening potion to the six people, and then he picked up a cup without adding it, sat down, took a sip, and then
He grabbed the bag and said, "These armbands made by the military region for us, each person will take one first."
Grabbing the armband, several people looked at it.
In the middle is a skull pattern, and underneath are crossed swords, which give off a fearful aura of death. Below are two large bloody characters marked "Death", which is very eye-catching.
It goes well with Death Squadron.
"Now, let's talk about how to set up our special operations camp." He Zhenzhong put down his tea cup and tapped his fingers on the table. "Although there is a serious shortage of personnel, the basic framework still needs to be set up."
"I think..." As soon as Yan Longhui opened his mouth, he suddenly swallowed his words, his face changed slightly, he covered his stomach with his hands, and said with difficulty: "I think I will go to the toilet first."
Suddenly, several people had weird faces, this guy.
He Zhenzhong was not surprised. The system said that due to the raw materials, this primary strengthening potion had some side effects. It would be better if he went to the toilet more often.
"Drink tea, drink tea, we'll wait for him."
Hearing the word "drink tea" and thinking of Yan Longhui's sudden reaction, Situ Lingfeng and others looked at He Zhenzhong warily. No wonder the God of Death is so attentive. Something has fallen into this place.
"God of Death, we are all brothers. It's not good for you to be like this."
"That's right, even though we often say bad things about you behind your back, you can't do this, right?"
"Yeah." Situ Lingfeng also nodded.
Crunch.
While several people were talking, the door was pushed open, and Yan Longhui walked in refreshed, walked to his seat, picked up the tea cup, and drank it in one breath.
Everyone's eyes widened. What's wrong with this guy? Didn't he find anything wrong with the tea?
"Um, you don't want to drink? Give it all to me." Yan Longhui stretched out his hand and grabbed Zeng Fan's. After drinking it, he really wanted to go to the toilet, but his whole body felt very comfortable, and the fatigue he had been feeling for so long was gone.
Moreover, he felt that his body seemed different, and he seemed to be much stronger all of a sudden. This was a good thing, and he realized it immediately.
"Jiaolong, let me tell you, the God of Death brewed this for me personally. Not to mention it's tea, it's poison. I want to drink it all. No one can take it from me." As he said that, Zeng Fan picked up the tea cup without caring.
Burn it and kill it in one gulp. Are you kidding? He is not a fool. Dragons have come to snatch it. It is strange that it is not a good thing.
Yan Longhui had no choice but to look at the others. His eyes suddenly widened. The other guys also finished their drinks immediately.
"A bunch of beasts." He cursed, covered his stomach with both hands, and smiled, "I'm going to the toilet."
"I am coming too."
"Wait for me."
Seeing all six guys running out, He Zhenzhong had no choice but to wait alone.
After running to the toilet several times in a row, they finally stopped. All of them looked energetic, but looked at He Zhenzhong with serious expressions.
"grim Reaper."
He Zhenzhong waved his hand, "You are all my brothers in life and death, I believe in you."
Immediately, the eyes of several people showed moved expressions. Although they did not know what they were drinking, judging from their current feelings, once this stuff spreads out, it will definitely cause an uproar.
"No, I just wanted to ask if there is any more. I think it tastes good."
"yes."
"Go away." He Zhenzhong cursed and said with a smile: "Too much is too much. Also, in the next few days, you all should carry out high-intensity physical training. This way, the effect will be better."
"Um."
"good."
Several people looked at each other and smiled.
"Now, let's talk about our special operations battalion." He Zhenzhong tapped his fingers on the table, "I plan to plan at least six companies."
"Six? But the establishment of a battalion is only four companies."
"good."
"There is no problem with this. I will go to the commander and calculate it according to the size of the reinforced battalion." He Zhenzhong paused, looked at Yan Longhui, and continued: "Jiaolong is a warship commander and is familiar with battlefield command. He will do it.
Be the staff officer of the battalion headquarters, and each of you five will lead a company."
"Then there's still one company left?"
He Zhenzhong looked at Situ Lingfeng, "Can Zidian come?"
"Yes." Situ Lingfeng nodded, "I called and he agreed."
"Okay." He Zhenzhong nodded, "Just keep it for him."
Zeng Fan frowned slightly, "But what about the communications class and the security class?"
"There's no rush for this." He Zhenzhong waved his hand, "It won't be too late to organize it when we have more people."
"What you are best at are different, so in the future your company will also have different specialties. For this, you will formulate corresponding training plans yourself."
Several people nodded.
"However, everyone is now a bare-bones commander. After the Fire Phoenix training is completed, there will be a selection." He Zhenzhong also looked helpless. He said that it was a battalion, but now they don't even have a company.
Several people laughed.
"God of Death, Fire Phoenix's training has also entered a stable period. So, is it time to conduct some corresponding tests?"
Test of loyalty? The plot of the torture of female soldiers in the original work immediately appeared in He Zhenzhong’s mind.