MTL - Law of the Devil-Chapter 543 [Military Corps (below)]

Chapter 534 [The Mercenary Corps (below)]

In the military camp, those mercenaries wearing various armor and holding various weapons of different lengths walked back and forth lazily. Some people simply sat on the stones on the side of the road to drink, and some people chatted in twos and threes. Someone stripped off the top, and at the side of the corner, surrounded by a large group of people watching the war, and even some people gamble! !

From the distribution of the tents in the camp, it can only be said to be messy! There is no such thing as the army stationed!

These mercenaries from the south of the sea, although registered, received their own mercenary status, and also got the identity in this 'infantry battalion', but these people simply do not live according to the standards of the Imperial Army, often Many applicants from the same mercenary group will automatically unite. Throughout the camp, several well-known big mercenary groups each occupied a camp, and those who were solitary were scattered around.

There is even a ridiculous situation. For example, dozens of soldiers who belong to a certain team in nominal terms may be partly from a mercenary group and part from a mercenary group. The result is a small team of soldiers, but scattered. Lived in various places in the camp.

The three hundred soldiers and several registrars sent by General Andrei could not control these people. They can only maintain the simplest order: no fights, no fighting, no trouble. That's it.

Looking at the noisy camp in front of him, the guy at the gate of the camp sighed and muttered: "I really started to have a headache now. The boss sent me this task. It was my life! It is not the punishment." Punish it..."

Teng!

The man turned over and the horse was thick and fat, like a mountain. When walking, the armor of the body and the machete hanging around the waist collided with each other. Although the armor is already the biggest, but it is still ridiculously placed on his fat body.

He walked to the position of the flagpole at the gate of the camp, then suddenly pulled out his machete at the waist, raised his hand, and brushed!

A bright knife light, squatting on the thick flagpole of the bowl! The flagpole slammed. Crash down!

This huge movement immediately alerted everyone around me! Whether it's drinking, bragging, walking, wrestling, onlookers, gambling, all floated their eyes here!

"I rely on! This dead fat man cut our flag!!!!"

I don't know who called it first. Suddenly everyone will be amazed by the surprise!

This is all right! ? Although everyone is not a real soldier, but at least now know that since in the army, if someone has cut their own flag, it is a shame! !

A bang. All the mercenaries showed anger on their faces, and many people have already shown their weapons! These mercenaries who have been dead for the rest of their lives, which one is not the role of blood? Which one is a soft egg that is willing to suffer?

These people have flocked up, and many people have already made clear eyes of the dead fat man with a bad eye.

"Cut our flag! Brothers. Cut this fat pig!!"

A scream, everyone is about to go forward, seeing this fat man will be smashed by everyone...

"Who dares!!"

The fat man suddenly raised his eyebrows, and a bunch of fine spurs appeared in his eyes. It was like a thundering thunder!

The dozens of cavalry behind him, the neat horses step forward, the horses are neatly tidy. Just like the ruler measured out! More than a dozen cavalry, all of them have picked up the spears immediately, and more than a dozen spears are usually flat. Although the number is small, it seems to be murderous with a murderous, flamboyant sharp spear, neatly arranged. A row, facing the crowds that are about to come up.

"Take back ten steps! Otherwise, kill it!"

Although there are hundreds of mercenaries in front of them. But these dozens of cavalry are not afraid. Riding on the horse, the arm holding the spear is stable like a meteorite. One by one, the face is full of indifference, just looking at the front of the group of people coldly, the eyes are full of natural and revealing disdain and contempt!

Uh... a group of gangsters, not in the hearts of these people, but they are fighting with the true most elite sacred knights! These gangs of people are not even enough to see. Although there are many other people, there may be a lot of martial arts high-powered people, but these cavalry believe that as long as their own dozens of people are not in a mess, an assault can crush these people!

The mercenaries were shocked. These guys who walked south and north were quite eye-catching. When they saw this posture, the other party was afraid that it would be a big deal! The dozens of cavalry in the immediate, flat-spearing spears, the movements are neat and uniform, and the murderous murder of the body is definitely the real elite that has climbed out from the blood of the corpse!

Some people started to retreat unconsciously at the forefront.

brush!

At this time, the fat man who had cut the flagpole came out of his arms and found a military order. He opened it in his hand and announced loudly with a thick voice: "The imperial commander of the empire! The empire is for the empire, and the loyalty is courageous." Now all the recruits will be given to the Imperial Special Forces of the Northern War Zone. The army will be from the first line of the regiment! Because of the recommendation of the Duke of Tulips, the rank of the Imperial Seventh Cavaliers, the former cavalry of the Tulip Corps led the general Long Barton, the temporary special forces regiment Long position!"

After reading it, the fat man smashed the military command in his hand and stuffed it into his arms. Then he jumped on a stone next to him and glared at the hundreds of mercenaries in front of him. He said, "Have you heard?" ! Rabbit scorpions! From now on, Lao Tzu is your leader, your head, your boss! It is the head that controls your life and death!! The name of Lao Tzu is Long Barton, you remember it for me! Remember me carefully!! From now on, every word that Lao Tzu said is an order! Must be completed without order! Who dares not to directly interrupt the leg and throw out the barracks!"

boom!

The following is awkward.

officer? This fat man is actually the head of the sentry? Some guys with bright eyes have seen that the style of the armor worn by Lombarton and the dozens of cavalry behind him seems a bit special, and some mercenaries who have been to the northwest. I immediately recognized this armor!

That is the unique style of the tulip family army!

Long Barton? He is Longbottom?

In the province of Desa, the northwestern tulip family territory, the unseen one is the fierce dragon Lombard? !

Many people immediately closed their mouths and carefully retreated.

And some people who have never been to the northwest are not known to live and die: "Military officers! I don't believe any officer! Why do you want to control us! I only listen to the head of our mercenary group! You are a fat man, why should I be old? You are the Lord!!"

"Why?" Longbottom showed a sly smile and shouted: "Listen well! Just kill and kill with Laozi!"

"Killing! I thought we haven't killed anyone to see blood?" A guy in the front row took the lead and cried, and many people followed and laughed a few times.

Lombardton jumped from the stone and strode to the person who spoke, without saying a word. Suddenly, I lifted my foot and squatted on the guy’s belly!

The man screamed and was stunned and suddenly became a shrimp. After flying, he flew straight out! Far away on the ground, I rolled a few rolls, and I couldn’t stand up even when I stood up, and my body curled up into a ball.

Everyone can see clearly, the fat man's foot, the front armor of the other side is directly split!

"Globe!" The fat man said coldly: "Talk to Lao Tzu. Call the sergeant! A little scorpion with no rules."

After that, his eyes were swept over a circle, everyone was a desperate monk, but the eyes of the fat man, but could not help but can not help but beat the drums back. This fat man's eyes are too powerful! It is like a beast that looks at people.

"You killed people? Fuck!" Lombard snorted and spit. Then yelled at the chin: "The old barbarian cavalry that Laozi had killed on the grasslands in the northwest, there are not 10,000 and eight thousand! When the northwestern army rebelled, Laozi personally killed three generals of the three generals! Who kills you? More than Laozi, stand up and show it to Laozi!"

My day!

Dare is a murderer!

Everyone is not snoring. The people who had just looked arrogant and suddenly felt that they were short.

Dead fat man does not have any reason with these people. The fat man who is born with a hob meat is very clear. When dealing with these dead and old, only you are more jealous than them, they will be convinced!

Reasonable? Is it useful for people who don’t even write their own names? First use the fist, who's fist is harder, who is the most embarrassing. They will be convinced who is the boss!

The fat man turned back to his side, and as soon as he raised his hand, he immediately put down the spear and took off a huge leather bag hanging on the horse. He looked heavy and made a squeaky voice.

As more than a dozen cavalry untied the mouth of the skin, they poured out. Suddenly the eyes of all the onlookers are protruding!

Spilled out of a dozen skins, all are gold coins!

That golden gold coin. Tilt out from the skin. It fell on the ground, and more than a dozen large skins were dumped. I am afraid that there are thousands of gold coins!

Although these mercenaries are all people who go south and south, most of the mercenaries are not wealthy. The majority of the interests of hunting for Warcraft are also exploited by those who are black-hearted. A mercenary can have more than a dozen gold coins. It is already rare!

Thousands of gold coins fell in front of them, and suddenly everyone looked different. Some people are disdainful, but more people have already shown a bit of longing or greedy expression.

"I have listened to Laozi! Laozi just cut your flag! Because I am angry when I come to see you! A bunch of messy people! You are also assigned to the military camp? A bunch of ordinary people with weapons! I’m boring in front of Laozi’s boring qualifications as a mercenary! Is it great to hunt Warcraft? It’s only called a hunter! It’s not a soldier!! You don’t have a military flag yet! So I’ll cut it!”

Longbottom grabbed a gold coin, then deliberately released his finger and let the gold coin slip down. He said: "Now listen, now on the first day of today, I don’t have many orders! Everyone, one counts one, willing If you stay here and fight for rewards, you must listen to Laozi’s orders and let a qualified soldier! I don’t care what the head of the mercenary group you used to be or what, in my case, is a soldier! I am willing to stay, Everyone comes here to pick up two gold coins! It is the first army and reward for Laozi! If you want to go..."

The fat man said here, turned and pointed to the camp door: "Where is the gate! Where to go back and forth! Go home as your hunter! I want a soldier, not a hunter!"

After that, Lombard handed out a few people from the front row who looked at their face with fear. They hooked their fingers: "You! You! There are a few of you coming over! You are responsible for issuing gold coins here! One person Two! Who dares to take more, who dares to take advantage of the force to grab more, it is cut to Laozi! These gold coins are everyone's, if someone dares to take more, it is to grab everyone's money! You are welcome, you cut it directly! Man, Laozi is responsible!"

Later, the fat man led a dozen people to see the pile of gold coins, and went to the camp. The person in front of him was waiting for him to come, and he quickly separated to give way to both sides.

After a while, the fat man’s thick voice came from the camp. It turned out that he brought people into a land with the best terrain, dry lee, and the largest tent.

It turned out that the big tent had been occupied by the largest number of mercenary groups. After the fat man entered, a roar broke out.

"Mom! Laozi is the coach or you are the coach! Laozi is the head of the team. Before I was appointed, you were a soldier! The tent of the soldier who lived as a soldier, let the head of the old man squeeze the small tent! It is the opposite!" This tent is for the Lord to stay, who will let you come in!"

A burst of screaming, several mercenary groups ran out of the rolling, and when they left, the fat man also said: "Take your things away! Leave a hair, then hit the 20th stick!"

Longbottom entered the tent and let his own people stay outside. Then he grabbed the water bag, slammed the water, wiped his mouth with force, sighed and muttered: "Mom, not I didn’t do it according to the boss’s script last time! Actually, I am punished for bringing such a bunch of gangsters... The boss is too embarrassed! Hey, I see that the princess and Hussein are right-handed! Two dogs Men and women, you love me, Laozi, who is a matchmaker, has been rushed to the north to suffer... I rely on it! If I was old, I should be happy to hold the princess now."