All the demons in the martial arts arena heard the sound and looked around, only to find that it was the low-level demon who had just been awarded the title of centurion by Lady Mo Ji.
"My lord! What orders do you have?"
The demon veteran stopped whipping, walked up to Mu Feng, nodded and bowed.
Although Zhuo Wen is a new recruit who has just joined the army, he is a low-level demon and has been directly awarded the position of centurion. His status is much higher than that of a veteran, so he naturally does not dare to be rude to Zhuo Wen.
Zhuo Wen looked coldly, pointed at the thin little demon who was curled up on the ground and shivering, and said: "I want this demon! Do you have any objections?"
"Sir! This underage demon is too weak and far from meeting the standards for joining the army! He will not be of any use on the battlefield and will only be a drag on you!"
The Demon veteran showed hesitation, but still bent down and suggested to Zhuo Wen.
"Will it drag me down! Don't I know?" Zhuo Wen asked coldly.
The Demonic Veteran was so frightened that he trembled all over, lowered his head and remained submissive, not daring to speak anymore.
The other demons who were watching the excitement were even more silent, and they didn't dare to say a word.
"Get up and follow me!"
Zhuo Wen pointed at the thin little devil lying on the ground and said in a cold voice.
The thin little devil stood up, looked at Zhuo Wen with fear and hope, and quickly followed him.
He is a clever devil, how could he not realize that the master in front of him has chosen him to join the army.
"Thank you, sir!"
The skinny little demon quickly followed up and bowed to Zhuo Wen.
"Come with me!"
Zhuo Wen didn't even look back and continued walking towards the outside of the martial arts arena.
The reason why he chose this thin little demon was because he was the demon virtual machine who took the initiative to be his tour guide in Burning Sky Star City.
Of course, apart from some personal feelings, he chose the Demonic Machine because he really felt that the latter was a material that could be made.
Although Mo Xuji is a minor demon, his physique and strength are weaker than those of an adult demon.
But this son's will is extremely firm, and he is decisive and courageous. Otherwise, he would not have taken the initiative to talk to Zhuo Wen, the superior demon.
Ordinary demons would not dare to do this kind of behavior, but Mo Xuji did it.
After walking out of the martial arts arena, Zhuo Wen was brought by the demon soldier to the group of ordinary demons who had passed the military examination.
"This is the centurion who was just appointed by Lady Mo Ji! At the same time,
It is also for the sake of the lower-class Demon Lord, who will choose ninety-nine of you as his personal guards!"
The demon soldiers glanced at the group of ordinary demons staggering around in the field, with disdain in their eyes and shouted coldly.
After a while, the ordinary demons stood up straight and looked at Zhuo Wen expectantly.
Naturally, not all of them came to join the army to make contributions like Mo Xuji. Most of them thought that they could get military pay and make a living by joining the army.
At this time, choosing a kind and good leader is naturally what they want most.
Although Zhuo Wen looked cold, he gave them a good feeling. Many ordinary demons wanted to join Zhuo Wen's command.
Zhuo Wen took a look at this group of heavenly demons and found that there were nearly a thousand of them. He was too lazy to choose carefully, so he randomly selected ninety-nine heavenly demons.
His purpose in joining the army was not to fight for the demons, but to infiltrate the ancient gods through the battle between gods and demons.
As soon as the war started, Zhuo Wen immediately started running, and he didn't care whether he fought or not.
The ninety-nine selected demons all showed joy, and they all came to nod and bow to Zhuo Wen, trying their best to please Zhuo Wen.
Those demons who were not selected had disappointment on their faces.
"This is the first one I chose. His name is Mo Xuji. If I don't do it anymore, you will just listen to him. Do you understand?"
Zhuo Wen pointed at the demon machine beside him and scolded the ninety-nine demons severely.
"Yes, yes, yes! Don't worry, sir, we will follow your and Moxuji's lead in the future!"
The ninety-nine demons nodded repeatedly. Although they were surprised by the weakness of the demon virtual machine, since it was Zhuo Wen's order, they really did not dare to disobey it.
"Sir! This responsibility is too heavy. I...my qualifications are still young..."
Moxu Ji was very nervous. He didn't expect Zhuo Wen to give him such an important task.
This surprised and delighted him, but more importantly, he was confused. He had no connection with the adult in front of him, so why did the latter seem to take special care of him.
"Sir! Now that you have made your choice, I will take you to the camp first! The battle between gods and demons will begin soon. In the next period of time, you will have to spend time training these soldiers!"
The demon soldier smiled at Zhuo Wen.
Zhuo Wen nodded, and then led a group of demons from Moxuji to follow the demon soldier to the camp.
The camp was quite far away from the martial arts field. After arriving, Zhuo Wen discovered that it was a huge open space.
In the open space, there are spacious tents standing.
The moment Zhuo Wen saw these tents, the corners of his mouth twitched.
It is true that these tents are too waterlogged to be set up casually.
"Who pitched this tent?"
Zhuo Wen couldn't help but look at the demon soldier and asked.
"Of course it was built by the most skilled demon in our city lord's palace. Isn't it very exquisite! Come with me, sir, your tent is here!"
The demon soldier said proudly and took Zhuo Wen to a corner.
The tent at this location is even more miserable. There are holes everywhere, so what's the difference between it and no tent?
Zhuo Wen looked helpless. No wonder Ma Yujie once said that apart from his natural strength, this demon's other skills were really good.
Now, he really saw it.
"Sir! If there is nothing else, I won't disturb you!"
After the demon soldier finished speaking, he bowed his hands to Zhuo Wen and left the place.
Next, Zhuo Wen reorganized the one hundred demons under his command, recalling the battle formations from the human race in his mind.
He thought about it and decided to teach Moxuji about war formations.
Their team can be said to be cannon fodder. He taught the formation just to increase the survival rate of this team.
These tactics have been practiced and can definitely improve combat effectiveness in war.
Although he could have just ignored it and left once the battle started, he still couldn't bear it.
Although gods and demons are incompatible, war is never the fault of these ordinary demons, they are also victims.
The real mistakes were those high-level demons who took the initiative to provoke the war and the ambitious demon king.
When it prospers, the people suffer; when it dies, the people suffer!
No matter whether the war is won or not, the most miserable thing will always be these existences that gave birth to the bottom.
"Magic virtual machine! Come here..."
Zhuo Wen waved to Moxuji, who quickly ran over.
"Before the battle, I will teach you a set of tactics. This tactics requires a hundred of you to cooperate in a formation..."
Zhuo Wen spoke slowly and passed on some of the tactics in his mind to Moxuji, asking Moxuji to train these soldiers.
During this period of time, he must train the Demonic Machine to be independent, so that after he leaves, he can quickly take charge and increase his survival rate.