Of course Nie Xiaoyu would not let Li Shengli die, and would save him every time when he committed suicide.
"I want to die, I deserve to die, but why don't you let me die?" When Li Shengli was rescued again, he stared at Nie Xiaoyu with red eyes and roared.
Nie Xiaoyu said expressionlessly: "Because you haven't atone for your sins yet."
"What can I do to atone for my sins?" Li Shengli's eyes suddenly lit up. It turns out that there is still the word "atonement" in this world.
"The first step in atonement is to repent. The so-called repentance means that you must first write down all the mistakes you have made." Nie Xiaoyu clearly had no expression on his face, and there was no fluctuation in his tone, but in Li Shengli's eyes, Nie Xiaoyu
Xiaoyu's words were so vivid, as if they were given a second life. At this moment, Nie Xiaoyu was Li Shengli's spirit, giving him the opportunity to atone for his sins and pointing out the clear path to atonement for him.
Next, Li Shengli spent another ten days writing out all the wrong things he had done, and instead of writing it once, Nie Xiaoyu asked him to write it seven times.
These one hundred instructors discovered that every time Li Shengli wrote a confession, the content would be much more than what he wrote the last time.
At this time, they were surprised to find that Li Shengli had completely changed into a different person! And before Nie Xiaoyu could speak again, he would take the initiative to write again and again, and would rewrite once he finished.
The most important thing is that Li Shengli has become nervous. He has been muttering to himself. If you listen carefully, you will find that he is confessing the evil things he has done.
At this time, the one hundred instructors discovered that Li Shengli seemed to have turned into a madman. If they had seen a kind of human being called a 'crazy believer', they would understand that Li Shengli's current state was very similar to that of a 'crazy believer'
resemblance.
These hundred instructors were the earliest subordinates of Wang Junlin's group. Naturally, they knew about Nie Xiaoyu's magical powers. However, when they witnessed a heinous person being transformed into such a terrifying state by Nie Xiaoyu, they couldn't help but feel Nie Xiaoyu's power again.
Unfathomable and deep fear of Nie Xiaoyu.
A month later, when Li Shengli faced Nie Xiaoyu again, he was no longer talking to himself or going crazy. Instead, he was extremely calm. His eyes were ashen, but there was an extreme feeling in the depths of the ashes.
Crazy and extreme pain
"Tell me, what do I have to do after I repent so that I can continue to atone for my sins?" Li Shengli crawled in front of Nie Xiaoyu with all his body bent, and said these words in an almost pleading tone.
Hearing Li Shengli's words, Nie Xiaoyu suddenly laughed. She knew that a dead soldier and a killing machine had been successfully created.
"I will take you to kill bad guys. Only when all the bad guys in this world are killed can your sins be fully atone." After Nie Xiaoyu finished speaking, he walked out of the cell.
"Okay." Li Shengli said one word, and then followed her.
"Those who have not fully redeemed their sins have no names, so from now on, you will be called No. 1." Nie Xiaoyu said as he walked, and solemnly handed a bronze medal with the Arabic numeral 1 on it to Li Shengli.
After that, there was no longer Li Shengli in the world, but a dead soldier named No. 1.
According to Wang Junlin's Nie Xiaoyu's plan, they will collect five thousand people who have committed the most evil crimes, and then transform them all into dead soldiers. Then Nie Xiaoyu will equip them with the best swords, the best armor, and the best bows.
Crossbow, the best armor, teaches them the most powerful fighting and killing skills, and allows them to learn the best battle formation, which is also the most suitable war for them.
Such an army is destined to be extraordinary, destined to be famous all over the world, recorded in history, and glorious.
Wang Junlin can imagine that no one in this army has the slightest fear. Everyone is a madman on the battlefield. They will not stop until they receive the order to retreat. They do not know fatigue or feel pain. Even in battle,
Even if the last person dies, even if everyone's legs are cut off, he will still crawl to continue killing the enemy. Even if there is no arm, they will still use their mouth to bite.
And no matter how powerful the enemy they face is, how many times their number is, even if one person faces ten thousand people, it will not affect them in the slightest.
Therefore, King Junlin of this legion gave him a name - the Death Legion.
It can be believed that as long as the death army appears on any battlefield, it means that the enemy will soon collapse.
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When Nie Xiaoyu took Wang Junlin to visit the Dead Soldiers Training Base, Nie Xiaoyu and a hundred instructors had trained more than sixty Dead Soldiers. Even with Wang Junlin's state of mind, looking at these sixty people was like ice and stone.
The breath, especially the strange combination of the dead silence in the eyes and the crazy temperament, can't help but feel a little throbbing in my heart.
To be honest, Nie Xiaoyu, if it were any other person, Wang Junlin would not be absolutely reassured by having such a team of dead soldiers under his control. Because these people are real lunatics, and in future generations they will be likened to having explosives strapped to their bodies.
Wang Junlin didn't even have any doubts about who would be a suicide bomber. They didn't even hesitate at all when Nie Xiaoyu asked them to dig out his eyes.
After coming out of the dead soldier training base, Nie Xiaoyu took Wang Junlin to a place she called her personal laboratory. Here Wang Junlin saw a treasure that made him ecstatic.
Yes, it is a real treasure, a unique and truly priceless treasure.
In the large hall, there is a piece of machinery.
That’s right, other people didn’t know what it was after seeing it, but Wang Junlin would immediately think of the word ‘machine’.
Nie Xiaoyu stepped forward and grabbed a handle of the machine and began to shake it.
As she turned the handle, a wide cowhide strap stretched across the central axis of the machine drove a huge iron wheel to start humming.
The central axis of this large iron wheel that is rotating rapidly is led to another machine in the machine.
Wang Junlin could see clearly from the side that a two-meter-long giant log was clamped on two clamps and was being driven to rotate rapidly.
Between the two clips, there is an iron guide rail, and a printing bed is placed on it. On the printing bed, a flat-head chisel is fixed.
Nie Xiaoyu continued to turn the handle with one hand, and gently pushed the giant wood forward with the other hand, and the chisel sliced flatly through the rapidly rotating giant wood.
Then Wang Junlin saw sawdust flying from the giant tree!
When Nie Xiaoyu stopped, the giant tree turned into a very standard rectangular piece of wood.
Of course Wang Junlin understood that with this machine, he could quickly shape the giant wood into any shape he wanted.
Speeding up the efficiency of some building construction is nothing. The most important thing is that it can greatly increase the output and efficiency of ordnance, such as the mass manufacturing of bows and arrows, and the almost identical arrow shafts and exactly the same crossbows.
"This is called a lathe. It can be operated by at most two people, but the number of crossbows they make in eight hours a day is more than what ten craftsmen can make in a month." Nie Xiaoyu paused in his hand, eyes wide.
The words were spoken with a flash of light.
"Now I use this lathe to make a better lathe." Nie Xiaoyu started her performance like a master about to perform magic.
As Wang Junlin watched, she began to process metal parts one by one on this primitive lathe.
The speed of processing metal parts is much slower than processing wood, and the processed iron parts are very rough in Wang Junlin's opinion, but Wang Junlin knows what this means.
Therefore, Wang Junlin's eyes were very bright and fiery at this time, and his heart was full of incomparable expectations.
On this small overseas island, a modern lathe began to take shape.
But there is no source of electricity, so it can only use human power or animal power. Of course, it can also be driven by water power. But the rest of the lathe was made by Nie Xiaoyu according to the modern standards of later generations.
While Nie Xiaoyu was busy, he explained to Wang Junlin: "The lathe is also called an industrial mother machine. Because it has a very unique feature, that is, it can upgrade itself. What I am doing now is to pass the first generation of rough lathes, which are mostly made of wood.
lathe, creating a second generation pure iron lathe that is more precise."
Saying this, Nie Xiaoyu replaced the rough wooden parts on the lathe with the first iron part she made in front of Wang Junlin.
In this way, every time an iron part is replaced with an iron part that is better than the original, the performance of the lathe will be improved, making the lathe able to produce new parts faster, more accurately and more delicately.
This is indeed what Nie Xiaoyu said, a process of continuous self-improvement and evolution.
It took three days to turn the original wooden lathe into an iron lathe, which was more refined and complete.
Of course Wang Junlin knew what such a pure iron lathe represented. Even though it was much simpler and rougher than the lathes of later generations, he would not trade it for 100 million silver or even the emperor's throne.
But Nie Xiaoyu wasn't finished yet. She used this pure iron lathe to start her 'evolution' again. She found the best iron, remade the parts again, and then replaced them all on this lathe.
In this way, Nie Xiaoyu spent another five days evolving the lathe five times before stopping.
"Now, I'm going to use this lathe to build you a gun."
Nie Xiaoyu said these words in a voice without any fluctuations, but when they fell in Wang Junlin's ears, they were like a thunderclap on the ground, shaking his mind so much that he could not control himself.
Wang Junlin knew that the gun Nie Xiaoyu mentioned was not a cold weapon in the hands of people in this era, but a musket, a real musket.
ps: Sorry, there are only two updates tonight, but this one is an update of more than 3,000 words——————