The meeting room is typical bootcamp style, and everything is simple. Even the walls are made of bare bluestone, and the metal brackets are clearly visible.

The only decoration is a hand-drawn map of the empire's territory that covers the entire wall, in the style of at least a thousand years ago, when the Void Valley was still located in the topmost planetary belt of the world. More than 700 years ago, it derailed and fell, bringing the creatures of the two continents in the upper layers to hell, and the wreckage that collapsed and floated in the void became the richest source of rare ores for the human race.

The doors and windows of the conference room were open, but they were of little use, the room was full of black smoke and miasma, and most of the dozen or so soldiers sitting around the long conference table were spewing clouds and spitting fog, and quarreling a few words from time to time. Most of them are young, but they have very high military ranks, the lowest being the rank of lieutenant colonel or even colonel.

On the main seat of the long table, there was even a brigadier general! And this handsome and feminine young brigadier general was not yet thirty years old.

On the conference table, hundreds of candidates' files were spread out, with different marks on the covers, which were being passed around by these officers. Sometimes two people will fight over a file.

These officers are representatives of the major special forces and are responsible for the recruitment. And these candidate files are specially selected according to the established criteria. Candidates whose files do not appear here have actually lost their qualifications for admission to the special forces.

The seemingly chaotic conference room actually has a faint order. All the files were read by the people seated at opposite ends of the long table before they were passed on to the others.

At one end sat the young brigadier general, and at the other end was a burly, angular soldier who looked like he was thirty-five or sixteen.

At this moment, there is a file at each end of the long table, which has been stamped with a special mark. One is a headless angel with folded wings, and the other is a lifelike red scorpion.

The young brigadier general had another document in his hand, the file of a thousand nights. After only looking at it for a while, he casually threw it on the table and said disdainfully: "It's almost seventeen, and you have to work hard to withstand twenty Force tides." This kind of barely passing goods, we are not interested in the Winged Angel!"

As soon as they heard this, the eyes of the other officers suddenly lit up, and more than ten eyes were fixed on Qianye's file. That's twenty Force tides! Anyone the Winged Angel doesn't look down on, they can be used as trump cards in them.

As soon as the file landed on the table, several large hands couldn't wait to reach out. Seeing that he is about to fight again for the belonging of a thousand nights.

However, at this moment, an inconspicuous, but unusually deep Force suddenly enveloped the archives of the thousand nights. The middle-aged soldier sitting at the other end of the long table stretched out his hand and grabbed the void, and Qianye's file slid on the long table on its own and came to him.

With a snap, the middle-aged soldier's big hand pressed on Qianye's file: "This person, we want the red scorpion!"

There was a sigh in the conference room.

The young brigadier general sneered and said, "I really didn't expect that the famous red scorpion would even want this kind of garbage now! No wonder the red scorpion could only rank third in the three consecutive military competitions." ”

The middle-aged soldier was not angry, but said lightly: "We Red Scorpions want warriors who can kill the enemy for the Empire, not masters with empty data. ”

The brigadier general immediately stood up and said angrily: "What do you mean by this!"

The middle-aged soldier said leisurely: "What do I mean, it has been clearly stated on the imperial military merit list. ”

On the military merit list of the empire, the Red Scorpion Legion firmly suppressed the Winged Angel, ranking second in three consecutive competitions. Of course, after the shining military exploits, the white bones of the red scorpion warriors were stacked.

The brigadier general was extremely angry, his face turned pale, and then he snorted heavily, grabbed the file on the table that had been marked, raised it vigorously, and said word by word: "See, Wei Qiyang! Born in a family, with a long heritage, and profound secret combat skills, this is the real powerhouse of the future! Which point is not better than the garbage in your hand!"

The middle-aged soldier smiled and said, "How did I hear that he seems to have been defeated by garbage in the fighting ring?"

The brigadier snorted disdainfully and said, "That's just that Wei Qiyang has no combat experience. And all the potential of your garbage has been discovered in the Yellow Springs training camp, what room can there be for growth in the future? Hmph, a little bastard picked up from the garbage heap. You red scorpions just want to hug Lin Xitang's thighs, and you don't need to spend this blood!"

The middle-aged soldier's face turned grim, and he said coldly: "To Lin Shuai, you'd better respect it!"

"We're not afraid of him!" the brigadier general said unceremoniously, then knocked on the conference table and said, "Why don't we let them fight in a year's time?"

The middle-aged soldier agreed without hesitation: "Okay! What are you betting on?"

The brigadier general leaned forward, showed a false and exaggerated smile, and said, "How about a sixth-level Force gun!"

Hearing the sixth-level Force gun, all the officers immediately gasped! The sixth-level Force gun is a weapon that only the deputy commander of the ordinary special legion is qualified to equip!

The middle-aged soldier took a deep breath, nodded slowly, and said, "Okay, I'm betting!"

"I'm waiting for your gun!" the brigadier laughed loudly and strode out of the conference room, and his voice still came from outside the door: "This assessment is all rubbish!"

When Qianye woke up from her deep sleep, it was already noon the next day.

A beautiful female military doctor with a face as hard as a stone on the tundra walked into the recovery room, threw his clothes over, and smashed a waterfall of words on Chiya's head.

"Hurry up and put on your clothes, and disappear from here in three minutes! There are so many people waiting in line outside!Why are you not wearing pants?How long are you going to dangle that thing in front of me?Do you think it's big enough?In thirty seconds, if it doesn't disappear from my eyes, I'll cut it off and soak it in embalming liquid as a decoration on my desk!!"

Although he has seen a lot of ups and downs in the Huangquan training camp, in front of this murderous thing in the world, Qianye is still completely defeated. He got dressed as fast as he could in his life and fled.

When Qianye escaped from the hospital, he suddenly had a strange thought, why not ask for a contact information from that beautiful murderous thing in the world?

As soon as this thought popped up, Qianye herself was taken aback. He wondered if he had been in the training camp for a long time, and left suddenly, and as a result, he was mentally a little abnormal.

When Qianye walked out of the inner camp, he saw Shi Yan waiting for him at a glance.

As soon as he saw Qianye, the man who was usually silent as a stone grinned, laughed, and then slapped Qianye on the shoulder and said, "Well done, boy!"

Qianye was suddenly inexplicable.

Shi Yan patted his head and said, "Look, I'm a little confused! You've been admitted to the Red Scorpion!"

"Red Scorpion?" Qianye didn't react for a moment. He thought carefully about the names of the special forces recruited this time, as if there were no legions in the middle and lower reaches called Red Scorpions, and there seemed to be no legions in the upper reaches.

Qianye's heart suddenly beat violently a few times, and she stammered a little excitedly: "You mean that red scorpion?"

"It's that red scorpion, the Red Scorpion Legion that has always been in the top five in the empire!"

Qianye held his breath, the great joy had completely overwhelmed him! He didn't expect that he would be able to enter the two top elite legions, the Broken Winged Angel or the Red Scorpion, after all, his performance in the Force test was really not very good. Twenty rounds of Force Tides is just a passing criterion.

"In three days, you'll be reporting to the Red Scorpion Legion station. Time is a bit tight, but there is still time for a night of preparation. Let's go, I'll take you for a drink!"

Shi Yan was also so excited that he was like the two of them, and he rushed to the outside of the camp with Qianye. As soon as the two of them took a few steps, Wei Potian appeared out of nowhere, blocking Qianye's way.

Qianye looked Wei Potian up and down, his expression was a little strange, and he suddenly asked, "Do you like to be beaten?"

Wei Potian was putting on a chic posture with his hands and arms folded, and when he heard this, his face suddenly became extremely exciting, and he had the urge to vomit blood. But Qianye's expression was extremely serious, and it didn't seem like he was teasing or teasing him.

Although the contact time was very short, Wei Potian probably figured out the other party's temper a little, obviously Qianye was really suspicious of this, and he was particularly outspoken.

That's the maddening part!

"Lin Qianye! I've been chosen by the Winged Angel. In this test center, I am the only one who has joined the Folded Winged Angel!" Wei Potian said proudly.

Chiya smiled and said, "How about that? Do you want to fight again? I think you just like to be beaten." ”

Wei Potian's face turned blue and red, and he said angrily: "If there is a way, change the way of playing!" Come, come, come, a real man is also a hero in wine, the two of us will fight for the amount of wine tonight, how about it, dare you?"

"What else do you have to lose?" Chiya disagreed.

Wei Potian shouted in an octave higher tone: "If I lose, I will untie my belt immediately!!"

As soon as these words came out, there was a sudden silence around them! The movements of the people who came and went seemed to slow down, and everyone focused their strange eyes on Wei Potian.

There were also a few men who were obviously interested in Wei Potian, who was burly and masculine, and their eyes began to become misty. Several fair-skinned young men also threw winks at Wei Potian.

Qianye had nothing to say for a while, and thanks to Wei Potian's gift, he also became the focus of attention.

The corners of Shi Yan's mouth twitched a little, his expression may have changed more today than in the past year, his eyes fell on the emblem on Wei Potian's belt buckle, and he immediately recognized that it was the logo of the Wei clan of the Far East, and at the same time, he also found that there was something more on Qianye's neck, a necklace with an eagle's head tag.

Contacting Wei Potian's previous drinking and gambling agreement, Shi Yan somewhat understood the ins and outs.

The Wei family is a family with a long history, the Far East is its birthplace, and it has intermarried with the Langya Wang family for generations, and the power has penetrated the two major provinces. The Wei family is usually not far away from Lin Xitang, they have no friendship, and they have no grudges. A wealthy family like this, even if it can't be co-opted, at least it shouldn't make enemies.

"Get out of here first!" Shi Yan immediately dragged on for a thousand nights, and quickly left the scene with a strange atmosphere.

At nightfall, Shi Yan took Qianye to a bar in the city, and not long after he sat down, Wei Potian suddenly arrived uninvited.

He sat down opposite Qianye with a golden sword, slapped the table hard, and shouted: "Lin Qianye! Do you think that if you hide here, I won't be able to find you? There are still a lot of people from my Wei family in Xiangyang City. ”

"What exactly are you going to do?"