Throwing away the map casually, Mu Shaoan turned his head to look at the forty-nine recruits. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

He really hoped to meet the big guys Zhao Zheng and Liu Hui in it.

But he was quickly disappointed that none of the forty-nine recruits he knew.

I can't tell how the strength of these people is, there are a total of thirty-two men, seventeen women, and the basic age is not more than forty years old.

At this time, these recruits had basically woken up, but to Mu Shao'an's surprise, he didn't jump out and shout, where is Lao Tzu? Hurry up and let me go, do you know if my dad is Wang Gang? There is also no weak and pure beautiful girl like a little white rabbit sobbing and crying Who will save me.

In fact, when they woke up, everyone was honestly squatting there, even though the shackles on their bodies had already opened automatically.

In addition, it is also very strange that after seeing Mu Shaoan's appearance, these recruits became more and more nervous, and they didn't even dare to breathe, as if they really implanted slave memories in their minds.

But Mu Shaoan knew that this would not be the case, these people obviously had most of their memories, and they were very strange, they all seemed to recognize themselves.

"Do you know who I am?"

Mu Shaoan casually pointed to a new recruit, this guy was in his thirties, bald, with a handful of goatee on his chin and chin carefully, and his eyes were purring, and he quickly observed the surroundings the moment he woke up before, as if he was very experienced.

Of course, the others are not bad, and most of the people who can enter the new barracks are veterans who have been eliminated.

The bald head stood up helplessly, hesitated several times, and finally said in frustration: "Your Excellency, we all know you, your number is A-11982, your name is Mu Shao'an, and you are the first person on the wanted list of the recruit camp in Area F, as long as we kill you, we will get unimaginable benefits, well, at least that's what Jocelyn promised." ”

"Old bastard Jocelyn?"

This was really an accident, Mu Shaoan didn't know whether to be angry or cry or laugh, saying that the old guy was really not giving up, and he was even listed on the wanted list.

"Hmm, what are your plans?" Mu Shaoan asked, touching his chin.

"Please make no mistake about it, I promise I don't dare to think anything wrong, and I bet none of us would dare to do so. None of us are fools, and if the old bastard Jocelyn could really threaten you, there would be no need to issue a wanted warrant only in the Sector F recruit barracks. The goatee hurriedly said, and a few recruits nodded their heads as well.

Of course, Mu Shao'an didn't worry about this, and after thinking about it, he asked, "Do you know the core of this mission, or more precisely, do you have any hints when you are recruited in the new barracks?"

"As for the draft, it is completely random, so there will be no hint, but there have been instances of such a conscription in the past, that when there is a forced call-up in the boot camp, the call-up never returns, in other words, it is actually a death call-up. The bald head was a little desperate.

Hearing this, Mu Shaoan understood, no wonder they were so honest, his feelings were frightened, and he didn't ask anything anymore at the moment, but just lightly ordered: "I need seven team leaders, you can choose them yourself, don't worry that I will kill you, the duration of this task is as long as six months, if you are lucky and ensure that you carry out my orders meticulously, there will probably be a chance to go back with me alive, I will only say this once, you can do it yourself." ”

Next, Mu Shaoan no longer cares about how these forty-nine recruits choose their own captains, anyway, there are seven squads, seven people in each squad, whatever they toss.

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The sky was still blocked by dark clouds, and it was oppressive.

The place where the sea and the sky meet has long been indistinguishable, and the sea breeze howls, rolling the waves, setting off miserable white sprays, beating on the rocks on the shore over and over again, like a giant beast unwilling to be bound is letting out a desperate roar.

Mu Shaoan was sitting on the highest rock at the moment, facing the sea, with a solemn expression.

But he wasn't a pilgrim, he wasn't reverie about the beauty of the spring flowers facing the sea, he was just sharpening the wooden spears with the sharp emerald dagger.

He needed to get the forty-nine recruits armed in the shortest possible time.

Yes, although he has no hope of completing this system backup task, he is not at all ambiguous about what to do and what can be done.

The wood needed to sharpen the wooden spear came from the broken merchant ship.

The start of this cheating did not give him the slightest possibility of cheating, and these recruits, who did not even have clothes, were only faced with the situation of throwing stones.

If you come across a group of pirates, they won't be worse than Uncle Farmer.

The other procedural soldiers would have to be helpless in such a situation, unless they were willing to take over the captain's blackmail at first, and then they would have to spend a lot of money to buy some junk weapons and equipment in the port of Jayek.

But fortunately, Mu Shaoan is a person who can turn decay into magic.

He ordered the recruits to salvage as much scrap of the merchant ship as possible, whether it was planks, cubes, or stout masts.

The goods can be completely soaked, but the wood will not break into powder.

So in less than half an hour, Mu Shao'an was surrounded by such planks, wooden squares, and broken masts.

Can these things be transformed into combat effectiveness?

In most people's eyes, that's absolutely impossible.

So, those desperate, pessimistic and numb recruits witnessed such a miraculous scene.

A sturdy, thick wooden board brushed with tung oil was split straight and flat into five or six well-proportioned wooden strips by Mu Shao'an in an instant.

It's nothing short of magical.

Anyway, everyone knows how hard this kind of wood used for shipbuilding is.

Such a plank is 10 centimeters thick and 1.70 meters or even more than 2 meters long.

Under normal circumstances, who can cut it off with one sword?

What a joke!

How much strength does it take, and how sharp does it take to do this?

And even if you can cut it, the question is, can you make sure that the thickness is even, can you make sure that the cut is smooth and straight?

This is not a single knife, but four or five slashes in a row.

This level alone is already breathtaking, and no one thinks that this is a god-level carpenter possession, because it must be the work of a sword master.

Of course, these recruits will not know that Mu Shao'an's ability to chop wood has long been so skilled that he will not be able to make a mistake in his dreams.

(Well, thank you all for your support, there's another chapter) (To be continued.) )