The boots were reworked and were the right size to wear and comfortable.

This thing is very similar to the cushion that absorbs the power of the earth, but it is too high-end. You don't have to sit on your butt all day, just stand on the ground and feel the well-being of your feet. It simply surprised Zhong Zhen again and again.

No wonder the Dugu general looked reluctant.

Even if it stinks ten times more, Zhong Zhen will still take it back happily.

It's just that the armor is unsatisfactory, I thought that there would be a set of armor created by Senior Chen himself, but when I got it, I realized that it was just made by an ordinary treasure refining master.

She is a small long, and she doesn't care about weapons, she can use them to take advantage of them. But the armor could not exceed the rules, the style and materials were uniform, yellow and black, like a humanoid bumblebee.

If you have a spirit crystal, I'm afraid it's not strong enough, you can stuff a close-fitting soft armor in the armor, but you can't change the one outside.

Zhong Zhen thought about it, and stuffed a magic robe that Hua Xiaozhu was afraid of in the old days in the black clothes. This dress is not the style of a long skirt, it is very compact.

The style is a bit like the riding clothes of ordinary men, but it is faintly grass green, delicate and lovely, and the hem of the blouse is also inlaid with some defensive gems, but I don't know how effective it is.

Because it was so exquisite, she was always reluctant to wear it before, but when she arrived in the army, she was afraid of war, and these days she often went to kill mutant beasts, so she had to put it on her body no matter how reluctant she was.

At night, everyone was sleeping, and Zhong Zhen was sitting in front of the big stove. The fire had not yet been extinguished, and there was some firewood that could not be burned, except for a small flame and some hot water.

At night, sergeants always come to carry water to wash their feet and faces.

She didn't do her duty to this point, she was still here to watch the fire when everyone was asleep. Just because I sat in front of the stove. I always think of my childhood, and I can't help but remember.

There was a sound of footsteps outside, and before I could enter the tent, I heard the man shouting, "If there is no one, bring me some loads of water." ”

The voice sounded a little familiar, but for a moment I couldn't remember who it was. There are so many people I've seen these days that I can't count the number of people who come to carry food and pick up hot water. Seeing that the man had already walked in, Zhong Zhen looked up.

A face that can't be seen clearly. Covered with a beard. The mud was mixed with a strong smell of blood, and I felt sick to the smell.

The cultivation of the tenth layer of refining should be a general. But he came to find water in person, presumably because he couldn't bear the smell, so it was too delayed for people to carry it.

"Hey, why are you here?" The man shouted at Zhong Zhen.

Now she heard it. If it weren't for the tall physique, there was also the cultivation of the tenth layer of refinement. Zhong Zhen really couldn't see that this person was Dugu Broken City.

She had only seen this person once, and his beard was not so long at that time, and his face was dusty and black, and he couldn't see his true face.

See that messy beard. Zhong Zhen couldn't help but think of Liu Doukui's bastard, and suddenly a nameless fire immediately gave birth to in his heart.

I didn't know that it was the leader of the sergeant who was in charge of the clerical affairs, and I thought that Zhu Ziling asked her to come here to exercise her mind. She rightly flashed the wooden sign on her waist and yelled back. "Why can't I be here?"

Dugu Pocheng thought to himself, he wanted to force her to quit the army, and ordered her to give her a dirty and tiring job, but she didn't expect to be thrown into the Huotou Army as the leader. These days are so busy that I have long forgotten about them.

It's just that, why not throw it to the engineer battalion to repair the bridge and pave the road! What a bunch of.

Eating well and sleeping well in the firehead army, and not having to be a leader of her to cook and chop wood, is the most relaxed.

"I'm going to bathe, you carry me a few loads of hot water!"

"Yes, General." Zhong Zhen rushed outside, opened the tent of a sleeping man opposite, and shouted to the person who was snoring loudly inside, "The cripple is not here, hurry up and come over, there is important work to be handed over to you." ”

After a while, a short and stout fourth-level cultivator stumbled over, fell halfway, and quickly got up and continued to run.

"Cripple, get the general some bath water and pick up his tent."

There was nothing wrong with the lame's leg, neither one was missing, nor was it wounded. His cultivation is not bad, refining the spirit of the fourth layer, and his body is strong and can eat eight steamed buns in one meal.

It is really a waste for such people to be put in the army of the old, weak, sick and disabled. If you don't waste it, there is no way, this person is born with a bad direction, walks normally for a while, and walks with the same hands and feet for a while, and will fall if he has nothing to do.

At first, I thought that he was qualified and stayed in the regular army, and I didn't want this person to turn left to the right, and asked him to move forward, but he faced backwards. Carrying a big flag can be planted in the wrong place, which is completely helpless, and I don't know how many times the military stick has been beaten, but it can't be changed.

Throwing it into the engineer camp to pave the road and build a bridge can also misplace the stone piers and tree trunks, causing the whole bridge to collapse.

Helpless, he threw it to the firehead army. Fortunately, he was not allowed to do something that required brains, and there was no problem in standing in front of the big stove with a shovel and turning over the dishes in the iron pot.

As for carrying water, with the fact that he can wrestle when he walks, he can't carry more than two water tanks a day.

When the lame man heard that he was asked to carry water, he was pleasantly surprised, this is a heavy responsibility! I didn't expect the new head to look at him like this, and he must not live up to Zhong Tou'er's expectations.

He took the pole and the big wooden bucket and was about to scoop up the hot water, but he heard Dugu Pocheng impatiently preach: "You don't have to go so far, just carry it directly to the place where you usually bathe." ”

It was convenient, and there was a large stone room fifty paces outside the door, and there was a well outside, and all the soldiers from this area went to wash it.

Hot water is always in short supply, unless you wait until late at night, as it is now. Everyone drew water directly from the well and poured cold water on it. However, with Dugu Pocheng's dirty and smelly, half of the water in the well may not be clean.

The lame man picked five times, sprinkled three times, and on one trip he didn't fall on his foot, but he splashed half of the water.

Thanks to Zhong Zhen's intimacy, he was afraid that he would be burned by wrestling, so he pretended to say that he didn't need such hot water to take a bath, and added a small half bucket of cold water into it. He has thick skin, and the water is not boiling water, so it doesn't get hot.

Dugu Pocheng took a big wooden bucket that usually filled soup, stood in the stone room, stripped off his clothes and waited for a long time, the hot water could only flood his feet and neck, and it was not hot at all.

Seeing that the cripple was covered in water and only picked up a small half bucket of water, he couldn't help but be angry, "Are you a turtle?" It's so hard to get a water on the fourth floor! I only picked such a little at a time, and I won't be able to take a shower until tomorrow morning. The water is waiting for it to be cold, and I still wash my fart! ”

"General, the little one fell a few times before, but he really didn't mean to delay."

"You're a three-year-old? Walking and wrestling, did you pick up this fourth-level cultivation of the soul refining? ”

"The youngest learned to walk at the age of seven, and wrestled after walking half a step before the age of three." (To be continued.) )