Phi-Fic Chapter 217 Joining the Army
Chapter 217 Joining the Army
Kuang Mu put down his hand and was about to speak when a soul power flashed in front of him, with terrifying force.
"Bam—"
The two soul forces collided and made a loud noise.
The sword light suddenly appeared, the red shadow flashed, Kuang Mu turned sideways, and the dagger brushed his face.
Raising his hand and turning his legs, Bai Jiu patted the man's back with his palm.
Kuang Mu's face remained unchanged, his soul power moved slightly, and the red shadow was immediately ejected, hitting the wooden board with the notice written on it heavily, and it was torn apart.
Bai Jiu closed her eyes and lay on the ground for a while, then got up and limped towards the distance.
She has no way to cross the border to win.
She lost.
Kuang Mu patted the non-existent dust on his body, and said to the steward who ran up to him: "Let her join the army, father, I'll talk about it."
The steward was taken aback for a moment, then smiled and replied "Yes", and waved at the person behind him, "Go, call the person back."
Bai Jiu lowered her head slightly, her body was in a mess, and because of her injury, she walked very slowly.
He thought in his heart that he could only follow them to the battlefield secretly, and then save Liu Cheng.
Soldiers followed closely.
"Hey, the young leader allows you to join the army."
Bai Jiu paused and turned to look at the messenger.
Seeing that she heard it, the man stopped talking, and walked back on his own, muttering in his mouth: "It's really strange, there are still people who want to join the army these days."
Bai Jiu hurriedly followed.
Back at the original place, Kuang Mu had already left, and there was only one steward left.
The soldier who reported the letter sat on the chair, held a pen in his hand, and asked without raising his head: "What's your name, how old are you, please register."
"Bai Jiu, 50 years old, bone refinement level."
The steward walked up to Bai Jiu, put on airs and said, "Since you have joined the army, there is no distinction between men and women, and no one is allowed to be lazy."
Bai Jiu gave a soft "um", choked on the manager, bluffed and said a few more harsh words, and left with an unfriendly expression.
Bai Jiu didn't show anything, but the soldiers who were registering showed displeasure, and said without hesitation: "Why do you look like an old lady, I'm so annoying."
Bai Jiu's eyes flickered, she walked a little closer, and asked after deliberation: "Do you know Liu Cheng?"
The soldier took out a pen and paper and copied the notice again, with a slightly irritable expression on his face, he said, "I don't know, there are tens of thousands of people joining the army, who the hell remembers."
"Don't bother me."
Bai Jiu didn't say any more, and stood with the new recruits, waiting to be taken into the barracks.
The Mad Clan and the Huang Clan have turned against each other for generations, and they have fought countless times in order to compete for territory and resources.
Bai Jiu had never heard of these two races, but heard from Aunt Liu that when they were still two tribes thousands of years ago, a married woman died, and they have been feuding ever since.
In Bai Jiu's view, mad people are no different from ordinary people, except that men are generally stronger.
At least she has stayed here for two years, and she didn't find anything special. If she had to say something different, it seemed that the companion soul of most madmen was Tang Hengdao, regardless of gender.
Perhaps the bulletin board was crushed and the workload increased, so the soldiers were extremely rude, and those who came to join the army would be embarrassed if they asked a few more questions.
After gathering 30 people, the soldier collected the paper and pen and threw them to the others.
"This group, take them to the barracks."
Before leaving, many parents held their sons and refused to let go, and they beat more and more with soft sobbing sounds.
Bai Jiu stood alone without moving.
The registered soldier patted the table vigorously, with a displeased expression on his face, he said loudly, "Is the person who cried and shouted dead?"
"A 30-year-old monk, who is stuck at home every day and can't even hold a knife steadily, what's wrong? Was he scared out of his wits before hitting him?"
"What a fool."
All the people in the crowd showed grief and indignation, they whispered first, then one person raised his head, followed by shouting.
"We feel sorry for the children, who is willing to let the children die."
"You are so powerful, why don't you go? Still need us to join the army?"
"Sitting here with a pen and paper, do you think you can fight wars?"
Bai Jiu's eyes fell on the soldiers.
The man in military uniform sat down on the table at some point, with an impatient expression on his face.
"I don't know how to fight, and I'm better than you guys who don't dare to join the army. What a waste."
After speaking, the man jumped off the ground, kicked the table vigorously, spat, showed sarcasm, and beckoned to walk in front.
"Take them all to the barracks, and don't miss a single one."
There was another burst of cursing behind him.
Bai Jiu followed behind the man, scanning around the people who were forced to join the army.
At least half of the 30 people looked like thin scholars.
The man walking in the front was still cursing, his expression became more and more bad, and he disappeared after taking them to the barracks, unwilling to say a word to them.
A large group of people surrounded them in the distance, bursting into cheers from time to time.
Bai Jiu raised her leg and moved closer.
People are fighting each other, and they can only see two men fighting through the gap.
Bai Jiu turned around again, and a large group of people would gather around every few tens of meters, as if the only fun of this group was fighting skills.
Two people came hurriedly behind him.
"Liu Cheng is fighting with someone again."
"That kid?"
"That's right, that second son Hu is also cheap, so I have to say a few words about him, kid, he has a high temper."
Bai Jiu followed closely behind them.
After walking about a few hundred meters, there were more people in front of me, crowded together, vying to hook their heads in, and there were many people standing on the roof.
"Hu Er Er, let him go, he is still a child."
"Children just want to be beaten. When it hurts, they will know what tolerance is."
"Oh, Xiaocheng, admit your mistake, and this matter will be over."
Liu Cheng's body was covered with bruises, and he said stubbornly: "I don't, my mother said that I have a father, he can scold me, but he can't scold my dad."
An older man next to him smiled and persuaded: "Your father has already run away, why are you still protecting him, let him scold a few words and forget it, why bother."
"I do not."
Hu Er Er laughed.
"If you don't, neither will I."
Liu Cheng used his soul power to rush up, but Hu Laoer dodged lightly, but he fell to the ground instead, causing others to laugh.
"How can you go to war like this, the group of Huang people will not show mercy."
Liu Cheng ignored it and attacked on his own, like an enraged cub, reckless but powerless.
Bai Jiu stood at the outermost edge, intermittently watching him stand up and be knocked down again.
If Aunt Liu knew, she would feel distressed again.
Hu Laoer probably felt that enough was enough, and ended the farce by himself. Liu Cheng was full of dissatisfaction and wanted to chase after him.
"Liu Cheng—"
A female voice suddenly appeared in the barracks, which immediately attracted everyone's attention. The group of violent men seemed to have noticed a rare visitor coming in.
Liu Cheng got up with a bruised nose and swollen face, and turned his head to stare blankly at the woman.
It seemed that he had misread it, so he turned his back and ignored it.
The eyes of others were all on Bai Jiu's body, and they burst into laughter without any scruples.
"Why is there a woman in the barracks?"
"Is the city lord showing kindness? Want to reward us?"
"The veterans must come first."
"Keep your voice down, the barracks doesn't recruit women, don't be a big shot."
When the words fell, no one spoke frivolously anymore.