"You criminal soldier knows some etiquette. Okay, get up and talk."
"Thank you, officer!"
"My officer, Wang Deyi, is the chief establishment officer of Bingzi Battalion. I sent you here today to inform you that from today on, you will join the service of the Youtan Banner. Because this is a new establishment, I will inform you personally."
He paused and asked again: "Can you read?"
"Crime soldiers are literate."
"Haha, that's very good. This is your plate, go down and read it yourself. Then take it to the newly designated Youtan Flag camp at the back and find Lin Zedong, Boss Lin, and he will place you there.
Okay, you can go on your own."
From signing up to coming out with an order plate, it took less than a cup of tea. Zhang Yan was still a little confused. He felt deeply helpless as a little shrimp, and was completely unqualified to ask questions or give directions.
However, the words "Youtan Flag" and "Newly Established" made him feel uncomfortable.
Youtan, isn't this what guerrilla sentinel means? And "flag" is an establishment level between "battalion" and "group". And this Youtan flag is still newly established, and even requires a chief establishment officer
It serves as a temporary establishment notice to indicate that there is an urgent shortage of manpower.
But at the same time, Zhang Yan also noticed that Wang Deyi said that the person he asked him to find was a boss named "Lin Zedong".
The general position is at the battalion level, and the "flag" level should be the "general flag officer". But Wang Deyi could not have mistook other people's positions, so there is only one possibility: the flag is assigned to the battalion level.
Zhang Yan asked for directions while walking, and quickly figured out some details in his mind. This was a subconscious action. When he was on earth, he relied on his brain to travel around the world. When something happened, he didn't think about it clearly. Zhang Yan had already
I don't know how many times he has died, but those who often fight against him are a group of ruthless people who eat people without spitting out bones.
After looking all the way there, we found that the campground was really new: it was just a bare open space, and a group of people were pulling tarpaulins over it, apparently preparing to set up tents.
"Which one are you looking for?"
"Ah?" Zhang Yan quickly turned around and saw a bearded, shirtless strong man looking at him with a ferocious expression. He had a strong aura, the kind Zhang Yan had only seen on those elite warriors.
of pressure.
"Which one are you looking for?"
"Oh! I'm looking for Mr. Lin!" Zhang Yan subconsciously handed over the order disk in his hand.
The strong man took the order plate, looked at it, then looked at Zhang Yan in front of him, nodded and said, "Follow me."
"you are?"
"I am Lin Zedong."
"...Convict soldiers, see you, sir!"
"Okay, let's go."
Walking into this new camp, Lin Zedong would occasionally say hello to the busy soldiers around him, or curse or make fun of him. He looked very different from the general commander in Zhang Yan's impression.
The only tent that had been set up was Lin Zedong's big tent. There were many copper-barred files and some large boxes scattered inside. It looked very messy.
"Originally, with your status and qualifications, you wouldn't be able to come to I You Tan Banner. But last night, your deeds of instantly killing three demon soldiers with three shots gave you the opportunity to come here. In other words, my place is very special.
The best among the best can only be found by those with special skills.
You are very lucky."
"Thank you for the commendation, sinner!" Although Zhang Yan felt that the other party's words were nothing new, it did not prevent him from cheering with excitement. He still knew this basic skill in the workplace.
Glancing at Zhang Yan, Lin Zedong smiled, with a little surprise in his eyes. He looked at the order disk and the clerk's record and it was clear that Zhang Yan entered Yubei Mountain seven days ago as a soldier convicted of arson and murder.
Fortress, who is usually crazy and nicknamed "madman", even though he adapts quickly on the battlefield and shows off his extraordinary skills, he is an out-and-out recruit. But the opponent in front of him does not behave like a recruit at all.
I don't see the anxiety and confusion that a new recruit should have. Instead, I feel like a veteran.
Lin Zedong turned to the adjutant guarding outside the tent and said, "Go and find Qin Hao."
Then Lin Zedong smiled and continued to say to Zhang Yan: "There will not be many people in the Youtan Banner. There are less than 300 people at present. It is a newly established establishment. It is mainly to implement Master Song's "take the initiative to attack and anticipate the enemy in advance."
The purpose of the battle is, therefore, those of us who roam the banner are both spies and guerrillas. You must be mentally prepared for this."
After Lin Zedong finished speaking, Zhang Yan's heart sank, as he had guessed it right.
Before Lin Zedong could continue, he remembered the sign-up call outside the tent, and a short but strong bald man walked in quickly. It was the "Qin Hao" whom Lin Zedong asked the adjutant to call just now.
"grown ups!"
"Well, Qin Hao, this is Zhang Yan. You can take it away and find a place for him. By the way, this is a good thruster. You should think about how to use it."
"It's my lord!"
After that, Zhang Yan followed Qin Hao out of Lin Zedong's tent. When they reached an open space, Qin Hao threw him a long spear, the kind he usually used.
"Take a stab at me and see."
"This..." Zhang Yan was a little overwhelmed by this request. He could tell from the opponent's momentum that this Qin Hao should also be a warrior, but his sword and gun had no eyesight, so he could stab him with a single shot.
Even the slightest mistake could lead to death. Zhang Yan couldn't help but hesitate.
But Qin Hao frowned and said again: "I asked you to stab me. Remember, this is a test for you. If you don't want to dig into the hole, just show your true skills."
Dig into the latrine?!
If you were to ask about the worst position in the military camp, it would undoubtedly be working in a latrine. Most people couldn't do that job, and they wouldn't want to do it, and Zhang Yan didn't want to do it either.
So I cheered up, held the gun with both hands, and without using the "Golden Light Divine Curse" to bless myself, lowered my waist, stepped forward, turned sideways, accumulated strength, twisted my waist, and stabbed out the gun!
Zhang Yan was already familiar with this movement, and he aimed at Qin Hao's left shoulder. He thought that even if something happened to this position, it would not be fatal.
But what surprised Zhang Yan was that the moment the tip of his spear was about to hit Qin Hao, Qin Hao lowered his shoulders slightly, and actually dodged it so lightly, and even directly bumped into him when he raised his shoulders again.
When he stabbed the hollow barrel of the gun, the force generated was like ripples and fed back to his hands. The spear was knocked out of his hands with a crack, and his hands were even shaken to the point of trembling and numbness.
"Didn't you eat? Come again!" Qin Hao frowned a little. The method he thought of killing three monster soldiers instantly with three shots was not like this. He felt that the criminal soldier in front of him was perfunctory.
"..." Zhang Yan picked up the spear and felt an inexplicable pressure in his heart. He finally understood the difference between a warrior and an ordinary person like him. Especially when the other party knocked it out of his hand with a shoulder collision
That shot of the spear.
Could that be the inner strength and true energy of the legendary warrior?!