Three days later, Wang Yue appeared in a military camp deep in the jungle of the Golden Triangle. It is said that it is a military camp, but in fact, this military camp is far from the military camp in China. The entire barracks are surrounded by a large circle of wooden fences and barbed wire, and there are more than a dozen wooden watchtowers scattered irregularly throughout the barracks. There were about thirty wooden houses in the barracks. A dozen large houses, twenty huts. When Wang Yue first arrived at this barracks, in addition to seeing a lot of soldiers in military uniforms and a tank and two armored vehicles in the barracks, he couldn't see that this place looked like a barracks at all, but only felt that this place was similar to the Chongwu training camp where he had trained and studied to participate in the national martial arts competition.

"Wow, wow, wow!"

The barracks are surrounded by towering trees, covering the sky and the sun. Standing in the barracks, Wang Yue and dozens of recruits looked at a thin black man in front of them and lectured.

"What did he say?" After standing for a while, Wang Yue whispered to a recruit beside him.

The thin black man was their instructor, and the language he spoke was the local vernacular. His native language is somewhat similar to the Miao language that Wang Yue has recently learned, but there are still some differences. Wang Yueqiang cheered up, but he could only understand one or two words, and he couldn't understand most of what he said.

"Brother, you are Han, right? I am a Miao person, and I am also a Chinese person. What's your name?" the recruit asked in a low voice as he stood beside Wang Yue.

"My name is Wang Yue. Wang Yue said.

"My name is Dashan. Said the recruit.

"Hello. Wang Yue nodded lightly.

"Hello, hello. The recruit smiled with white teeth.

Because he and Wang Yue were both recruits, when Wang Yue talked to him, he immediately introduced himself and made friends with Wang Yue. This time, there were more than 40 recruits who came with Wang Yue. The recruits came from all over the world, including Burmese, Thai, Laotian, Viet and three tall, white-skinned Europeans. And among these recruits, there are only five Chinese.

"The instructor said that from today onwards, we will join General Lan's subordinates, and we will be General Lan's people in the future, and we will swear to serve General Lan to the death and exterminate all the thieves in the Golden Triangle. The training time of our recruit camp is one month, and after a month, there will be a competition, and one of the best soldiers in the recruit camp will be selected to serve as the platoon commander under General Blue. As long as we all work hard and be loyal to General Blue, we will ensure that everyone has endless wine, endless money, and endless cigarettes. Dashan translated for Wang Yue.

"Wang Yue, do you touch that kind of thing?" Dashan deliberately inhaled a nostril and asked Wang Yue in a low voice.

"I won't touch ............," Wang Yue showed embarrassment on his face.

"I don't touch it, don't touch that thing, it's not good. In our batch of training, the other three Huaxia people will touch that thing, so you'd better deal less with them. By the way, why did you come here?" asked Dashan.

"I want to make some money, right?" Wang Yue said.

"Me too, my father is seriously ill, and the family has borrowed all the money they can borrow, but it is still too much to cure my father's illness. If we are soldiers here, we will have a salary of 100,000 yuan a year, a bonus of 3,000 to 50,000 yuan for winning a big war, and a pension of 200,000 yuan if we die in battle. My father's illness is just 200,000 yuan, and if I die in battle here, it will be worth the 200,000 yuan. Dashan and Wang Yue were about the same age, and said with a complicated smile in his eyes.

"Yes. Wang Yue nodded lightly.

Dashan comes from the remote mountainous area on the border of Yunnan Province, where the transportation is inconvenient and the economy is backward, and the average annual income of the whole village is less than 10,000 yuan, which is already a huge amount of money for Dashan.

Wang Yue didn't expect Dashan to be a filial son, although he didn't say anything, but he secretly admired it in his heart, and he had already decided in his heart that when he became a general here, he would help Dashan treat his father's illness.

He is a god-level master, and he is definitely the top master here, if he wants to be a general, it will not be a problem.

"But I won't necessarily die, I tell you quietly, in fact, I am a martial artist. Dashan suddenly showed a wicked smile on his face and whispered to Wang Yue.

"Warrior?" Wang Yue was surprised.

"Yes, you know the martial arts, right? The martial artists are divided into five levels: beginner, mature, elite, grandmaster, and god, and I am the entry-level master of this martial artist, the most capable man in our village. With my skills, it shouldn't be a problem to mix up with a general. When I become the general here, I will cover you. Dashan said.

"Good ........." Wang Yue showed embarrassment on his face.

He couldn't help but sigh softly in his heart.

Child, you are still too young, and your ideas are too naïve. Although this is a sinful place, it is chaotic, and it is not as good as China. However, there must be a lot of martial arts masters here. If you can be a general as an entry-level martial artist, then wouldn't my god-level master be the president here?

At this moment, the instructor in front of him said a few words, and the recruits around Wang Yue all showed surprised expressions, and Dashan's face changed greatly, and his eyes widened in surprise.

Then, the three Europeans walked out of the team and stood in front of Wang Yue and them with a proud face.

"What's wrong?" asked Wang Yue.

"Elite, it's an elite-level master!" The surprise in Dashan's eyes gradually turned into horror, and he roared in horror.

"It's an elite master!" suddenly came from the crowd with a frightened shout.

"Yes, the three of them are elite-level masters. They are the masters that General Lan specially sent to gather from Europe this time, and they served in a mercenary group before. I hope that you will follow their example and work hard to train to be a master like them and serve General Blue. The instructor's eyes sparkled, and he introduced the three Europeans with pride in his eyes.

"Worthy of Europeans, born to fight people. They grew up eating beef and drinking milk, and they were born stronger than us, and they were a little stronger than us. It's the Chinese people, I heard that they grew up with poisonous oil, and they look yellow and thin. The two Asians couldn't help but praise the three Europeans, and at the same time, with a wicked smile on their faces, they secretly glanced at Wang Yue and the five of them.

Wang Yue: There are five of them, and three of them are addicts. When they peeked at Wang Yue and them with a wicked smile on their faces, many of them all laughed.

"But it's okay, there are people who are cannon fodder in the war, and their deaths can protect our lives. ”

"............" Dashan immediately clenched his fists.

"What's wrong?" Wang Yue couldn't understand their words, and asked Dashan in a low voice.

"They look down on us Chinese, saying that we are inferior to Europeans, it would be nice if I were an elite master, but it's a pity that I don't have the money to find a master to learn martial arts, and I am not their opponent. There was resentment in Dashan's eyes.

"Hehe, the elite master is very powerful, compared to ordinary people, it's just some sandbags with a little more strength. Wang Yue smiled.

This time when he came to serve as a soldier under General Lan, Wang Yue did not think about hiding his strength. He has decided to rebuild a force of his own here and take this force back to China to take revenge. As long as there is a suitable time, Wang Yue will show his strength and attract the attention of General Lan.

Entry, Mature, Elite, Grandmaster, God, these five levels, Entry, Maturity and Elite are actually about the same, entry-level martial artists are only a little stronger than ordinary people, and they can defeat ordinary people alone, but ordinary people with great strength will also be defeated. Mature martial artists know how to use skills and routines, and can defeat ordinary people with great strength, but if they meet a character who is not dead, they are not opponents. Only elite-level martial artists can defeat ordinary people, but when they meet a genius like Yuwen Shenju, they are still not opponents. And the only ones who can really be called martial artists are grandmasters and gods. There are only grandmaster-level martial artists and god-level martial artists, and these two levels of martial artists can be elusive, even in the face of the opponent's bullets.

In addition to the grandmaster martial artists and god-level martial artists, the first three levels of martial artists can only be cannon fodder when they arrive on the battlefield.

Even if you have high martial arts, if you don't join the grandmaster, the enemy will kill you with a bullet.

In Wang Yue's eyes, not to mention an elite-level master, even if he is a grandmaster-level master, he is just a sandbag that knows how to move.

"Hehe, it turns out that an elite-level master is just a sandbag in your eyes, so, what level are you?" A cold voice suddenly came from behind Wang Yue.

"En?" Wang Yue frowned slightly.

"Salute!" the instructor's face changed, and he immediately straightened up and raised his right hand.

With a bang, everyone quickly turned around and quickly raised their right hands.

Turning around with everyone, Wang Yue only saw a girl who didn't know when she appeared behind him. I saw that this girl was wearing a neat military uniform, exuding a vigorous heroic spirit, and was looking at Wang Yue's disdainful sneer.

This girl has the rank of major general, and she knows Huaxia.