The recruits of the three battalions and one regiment are now thinking about a question, that is, how did Mu Sen Mu Sacrificial Wine grow to such a big size?

Just when many soldiers were complaining, Mu Sen continued, "Heaven is constant, and there is more than enough to make up for what is lacking. The world has always been fair, we provide you with the best conditions and treatment, so what are you prepared to give us in return?"

Hearing Mu Sen's question, all the recruits fell silent. Yes, what can I repay? If the treatment conditions mentioned by Mu Sen can be realized, then they will be a shining lucky person, and even the descendants of some big forces are estimated to not have this kind of treatment. The Art of War will be written!

Ancestors and ancestors, this time your coffin lid is lifted a little violently.

But eating people is soft-mouthed, taking people short-handed, others pay, and you have to reciprocate. But what do you have? a worthless life, or something else?

There is nothing else, only a worthless life. Although a large number of children of the family signed up for the recruitment of the three battalions and one regiment this time, in the end, most of the low-level martial artists could pass the exam. And how can a low-level martial artist have anything to show his hands? Speaking of which, that worthless life is still worth a little money.

"Give back our lives. After a long silence, a recruit finally broke the silence, and it was Ma San who spoke. His way of thinking is very simple, if you are good to me, then I will be better to you. If he can really get the treatment that Mu Sen said in the Longxiang Camp, he thinks that it is nothing for him to completely sell his rotten life that walked through the mass grave to the Longxiang Camp.

"Yes, return our lives!"

"From now on, Xiongqu Camp is our heaven, but there is a life, and we will never give up!"

"Never give up!"

......

When Ma San made a statement, the rest of the recruits also said that they wanted to tie themselves up with the battalion they were in with their lives to prove that they were worthy of the great efforts of the three battalions and one regiment.

But Mu Sen was not very satisfied with this answer, "I never thought of asking for your life. Your lives are not in my hands, nor in the hands of the three battalions and one regiment, but in your hands. ”

Mu Sen's words were like icy water, dousing the rising flames of many recruits. All the recruits were surprised and looked at Mu Sen in puzzlement.

Mu Sen continued, "I don't want your lives. What I want is for you to be brave and dare to charge even if you face a hundredfold enemy on the battlefield. When retreating, even if the enemy is overwhelming, you will not be afraid of danger!"

"What I want is your glory, knowing honor and disgrace, knowing what to do and what not to do, and to cross the streets in the future, leaving a glorious reputation in the long river of time. ”

"What I want is for you to be kind, not to bully the weak, to face everything you face calmly, and to be full of warmth for this cold world. Maybe the world will change because of you!"

"I want your ......"

......

chattering, under Mu Sen's words, everyone in the camp of the Eagle Yang Regiment, including the recruits and veterans, all had their eyes shining at this time, and the brilliance converged, as bright as the sun of the gods, and converged on Mu Sen.

didn't care about everyone's eyes, Mu Sen's voice was still calm. But just like the sea, the calmer it is, the more turbulent power accumulates below. Mu Sen finally said, "What I want is that you all have a wonderful life." ”

Mu Sen's voice lagged behind, and the scene was calm for a long time, and no one spoke.

Mu Sen's face was still calm, but there were waves in his heart, looking at the sky, wouldn't it? I said it so badly? This group of people didn't react at all...... It hurts a little......

......

Today is the day for the candidates of the martial arts department to conduct a puppet battle, not only Zhu Zhijie and Yang Ren rushed to watch, but You Jun also came early in the morning.

So you're here for breakfast? Looking at the messy dining table, Mu Sen thought a little speechlessly. He also glanced at You Jun specifically, the old man was picking his teeth with a toothpick at this time, with a leisurely face.

As if sensing Mu Sen's gaze, You Jun looked at Mu Sen lightly and said, "Boy, it's quite lively in the Eagle Yang Regiment." ”

Hearing You Jun's words, the corners of Mu Sen's mouth turned up. On that day, after he flickered the recruits of the three battalions and one regiment again, he thought that his words were impeccable, but after waiting for a long time, no one responded.

Just when the breeze on his face was about to be unable to hold on, a thunderous roar erupted from the silent crowd, like thunder on a sunny day, so abrupt and so intense. Many recruits slammed their chests, and their faces flushed with excitement.

"Wood Sacrifice Wine, we will!"

"We will definitely live a wonderful life. Live for yourself!"

......

After nodding at everyone, Mu Sen waved his sleeves very chic and left without a cloud. He thought at the time, my ability to do ideological work has taken another step.

At this point, the welcome ceremony of the recruits of the three battalions and one regiment began in the brawl and ended in Mu Sen's sometimes unreliable, sometimes passionate and sincere words.

In the meantime, all the focus has been tilted to the enrollment of the martial arts department. Compared with the recruitment of three battalions and one regiment, the enrollment of the martial arts department is undoubtedly more ruthless. Of the more than 70,000 candidates, only more than 100 were recruited in the end. (Publicity, enrollment is more than a dozen.) This elimination rate is simply daunting.

For martial artists, not eating or drinking for three days is not a big deal, so when the three days have passed, the candidates in the purple gold gourd still maintain an excited mental state. And they can't help but be excited, today is the beginning of the final showdown, it is the mule or the horse that comes out to slip away.

In fact, not only the candidates were excited, but also a group of examiners. After drawing his mind from the grand occasion of the three battalions and one regiment that day, Mu Sen said with a proud face, "Comrades, this is a great moment, and this is a moment that will be remembered by history. ”

"Komori, why?" said Huai Xia with a look of ignorance.

Mu Sen glanced at Huai Xia and said helplessly, "Xia, if it's okay, go to the yard to absorb more sunlight and carry out photosynthesis." ”

"Good. ”

The next moment, Huai Xia jumped out of the window of the small shop in Luoyang, and when she heard a 'bang', she was deeply rooted in the soil of the vegetable garden.

Mu Sen was speechless again, brushing his face with his hand, why is this kid so honest?!

After this disruption of Huai Xia, Mu Sen did not intend to continue to let everyone echo his words. He looked out the window, looked at the locust tree in the middle of the flowers, stretched its branches and leaves, sighed and said, "The show is about to start." ”

......

Chunfeng is a local warrior from Qingyang City, his family is poor, he gave birth to him in the middle of winter, the cold wind like a knife blows into their dilapidated house, he was born, almost did not lose his life because of the cold. However, his Abba is a wonderful person, although he lives at the bottom and has not been able to become a martial artist, he has always maintained an optimistic attitude. He named his son Chunfeng.

The spring breeze blows to warm the earth, and he thinks that since his son was almost frozen to death by the cold wind, he will turn into a spring breeze when he grows up in the future to warm others.

Chunfeng's talent is not good, but it is not bad, after hard work, he successfully quenched his body, and he can be regarded as entering the ranks of martial artists, meeting the expectations of a martial artist in his father's family. However, a low-level martial artist with ordinary talent, if there is no chance, this life will be like this.

But opportunities, opportunities, are basically unavoidable.

Especially for those who are struggling at the bottom of the subsistence line, opportunity is a distant word. Not to mention that opportunities are hard to find, but even if there are some opportunities in front of them, how can they have the qualifications to realize them? For example, let me tell you that there is a spiritual grass somewhere in the deep mountains, and after taking it, it can make your cultivation multiply, but there are fierce beasts guarding here, and you need to solve it to obtain the spiritual grass. What will you do?

If it is a child of a big force, then their division commander's relatives and friends will be gearing up, and a large number of votes will rush to the spiritual grass in the deep mountains, hang and beat the fierce beast, pull out the skin and tendons, and obtain the spiritual grass very casually.

But what if it's a low-level martial artist? What do they have?

They have nothing, no strong backstage, no financial resources, nothing. They can only rely on themselves, and some who can see the reality clearly, although they are unwilling, can only grit their teeth and give up. Some people who want to fight and go into the tiger's den alone, although their courage is commendable, most of them have become food for fierce beasts. Of course, a small part of them, against the sky, successfully snatched the food and captured the spirit grass.

But so what?

Perhaps the spiritual grass they obtained without sacrificing their lives and deaths was just a common thing for the disciples of the great forces. And they can get the spirit grass this time, so what about next time?

The world of martial artists is cruel, so cruel that even if you don't see blood, you can be cold to the bone marrow. Most of the people are separated by huge gullies, and these gullies are basically difficult to fill.

However, life is like this, and even so, you have to live it, don't you? Although there are few opportunities in the world that suit you, there are still some opportunities. What if you're lucky?

And when the news of the recruitment of the three battalions and one regiment and the martial arts department came, Chunfeng felt that his luck had come. When the martial arts department and the three battalions and one regiment recruited soldiers for the first time, he was not in Qingyang City at that time, so he regrettably missed it. When he returned, his bowels were blue. Therefore, as soon as the three battalions and one regiment and the martial arts department put up the banner of recruiting and recruiting students, he immediately went to register.

Among the choices of stressing the martial arts department and the three battalions and one regiment, Chunfeng chose to speak the martial arts department without thinking too much. He knew that the difficulty of being admitted to the martial arts department was much higher than that of the three battalions and one regiment, but he didn't care.

"I am the spring breeze, which means to warm the earth. I'm sure I'll be able to join the martial arts department, I'll definitely be able to. The spring breeze clenched his fists tightly, his face was resolute, and the light that burst out of his eyes was so bright and bright. Behind him stood fifty murderous black-armored golems, twenty with bows and crossbows, twenty with spears, and ten with swords and shields.