Of course, Nie Xiaoyu would not let Li Shengli die, and would save him every time he committed suicide.

"I want to die, I deserve to die, but why don't you let me die?" When Li Shengli was rescued again, he stared at Nie Xiaoyu with red eyes and roared.

Nie Xiaoyu said expressionlessly: "Because you haven't atonement yet." ”

"What do I do to atone for my sins." A bright light appeared in Li Shengli's eyes instantly, and it turned out that there were still the words 'atonement' in this world.

"The first step in atonement is repentance, and the so-called confession is that you first have to write down all the mistakes you have made." Nie Xiaoyu obviously didn't have any expression on his face, and there was no fluctuation in his tone, but in Li Shengli's eyes, Nie Xiaoyu's words were so vivid, as if he had given a second life, at this moment Nie Xiaoyu was Li Shengli's god, giving him a chance to atone for his sins, and pointing out the clear way for him to atone.

Next, Li Shengli spent another ten days writing all the wrong things he had done, and not once, Nie Xiaoyu asked him to write seven times.

The 100 instructors found that each time Li Shengli confessed, the content would increase a lot compared to the last time.

And at this time, they were surprised to find that Li Shengli had completely become a different person! And without waiting for Nie Xiaoyu to speak again, he will take the initiative to write again and again, and he will rewrite once he finishes writing.

The most important thing is that Li Shengli's whole person has become nervous, and he has been muttering to himself all the time, if you listen carefully, you will find that he is repenting of the evil things he has done.

At this time, the hundred instructors found that Li Shengli seemed to have become a madman, if they had seen a human called 'mad believer', they would understand that Li Shengli's state at this time was very similar to 'mad believer'.

These hundred instructors were the first batch of subordinates of Wang Junlin's lineage, and they naturally knew that Nie Xiaoyu's magical powers were vast, but when they witnessed a person who had committed a great crime being turned into such a terrifying appearance by Nie Xiaoyu, they couldn't help but feel Nie Xiaoyu's unfathomable depths again, as well as their deep fear of Nie Xiaoyu.

A month later, when Li Shengli faced Nie Xiaoyu again, he no longer talked to himself, nor was he crazy, but became extremely calm, and his eyes were full of dead ashes, but there was an extreme madness and extreme pain in the depths of the dead ashes

"Tell me, what do I have to do after I repent to be able to continue to atone?" Li Shengli crawled in front of Nie Xiaoyu and said this sentence almost in a pleading tone.

Hearing Li Shengli's words, Nie Xiaoyu suddenly laughed, she knew that a dead soldier and a killing machine had been successfully manufactured.

"I will take you to kill the bad guys, and when all the bad guys in this world are killed, your sins can be atoned for." After Nie Xiaoyu finished speaking, he walked out of the cell.

"Okay." Li Shengli said a word, and then followed her.

"The one who has not redeemed for sin has no name, so from now on, you are called One." Nie Xiaoyu said as he walked, and solemnly handed over a bronze medal engraved with Arabic numeral 1 to Li Shengli.

After that, there was no longer Li Shengli in the world, but one more dead soldier named No. 1.

According to Wang Junlin's Nie Xiaoyu's plan, they will gather enough five thousand people who have committed the most heinous crimes, and then transform all of them into dead soldiers, and then Nie Xiaoyu will equip them with the best swords, the best armor, the best bows, and the best armor, and teach them the most powerful fighting and killing techniques, so that they can learn the best battle formation, and it is also the most suitable war for them.

Such an army is destined to be extraordinary, destined to be famous all over the world, recorded in history, and brilliant.

Wang Junlin can imagine that everyone in this army will not have the slightest fear, everyone is a madman on the battlefield, he will not stop without receiving the order to retreat, he does not know fatigue, he does not feel pain, even if he dies to the last person, even if everyone's legs are cut off, he will crawl to continue to kill the enemy, even if there is no arm, they will bite with their mouths.

And no matter how strong the enemy they are facing, how many times outnumbered them, even if one person faces 10,000 people, it will not affect them in the slightest.

Therefore, this legion King's Landing gave him a name - the Legion of Death.

It can be believed that on any battlefield, as soon as the legion of death appears, it means that the enemy will soon collapse.

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When Nie Xiaoyu took Wang Junlin to visit the training base for dead soldiers, Nie Xiaoyu led a hundred instructors to train more than 60 dead soldiers, even in Wang Junlin's state of mind, looking at the breath of more than 60 people like ice stones, especially the dead silence in his eyes and the strange temperament of crazy fusion, he couldn't help but feel a little throbbing in his heart.

To be honest, that is, Nie Xiaoyu, if it were replaced by anyone else, such a team of dead soldiers would be under his control, and Wang Junlin would not be absolutely at ease. Because these people are real madmen, in the next life, they will be people who are strapped to explosives bags to be used as suicide bombers, Wang Junlin even has no doubt that Nie Xiaoyu asked them to gouge out their eyes, and they will not have the slightest hesitation.

Coming out of the training base of the dead, Nie Xiaoyu took Wang Junlin to a place she called a personal laboratory, where Wang Junlin saw a treasure that made him ecstatic.

That's right, a real treasure, a unique and truly priceless treasure.

In the large hall, there is a machine.

Yes, others didn't know what it was when they saw it, but the word 'mechanical' immediately came to mind.

Nie Xiaoyu stepped forward and grabbed one of the handles of the machine and began to shake it.

As she turned the handle, a wide cowhide belt stretched on the central axis of the machine drove a huge iron wheel to start buzzing.

The central axis, where the big iron wheel is spinning rapidly, leads to another machine.

Wang Junlin could see clearly from the side, a two-meter-long giant log was sandwiched on top of the two clips, and it was driven to rotate rapidly.

And between the two clips, there is an iron guide rail, on which is placed a printing bed, on which a flat-headed chisel is fixed.

I saw Nie Xiaoyu continue to rotate the handle with one hand, and gently pushed the giant tree forward with the other hand, and the chisel knife was flat from the top of the rapidly rotating giant tree.

Then Wang Junlin saw that the giant tree was immediately full of sawdust!

By the time Nie Xiaoyu stopped, the giant wood had turned into an extremely standard rectangular piece of wood.

Of course, Wang Junlin understood that with this machine, he could quickly do it if he wanted to make this giant wood into any shape.

Speeding up the efficiency of some buildings is not a big deal, the main thing is that it can greatly increase the production and efficiency of ordnance, such as the mass production of bows and crossbows, and the kind of almost identical shafts and crossbows.

"This is called a lathe, and it can be operated by two people at most, but the bows and crossbows they make eight hours a day are more than the crossbows made by ten craftsmen in a month." Nie Xiaoyu stopped in his hand, and said this sentence with a bright light in his eyes.

"Now I'm going to make a better one out of this lathe." Nie Xiaoyu was like a master who wanted to perform magic tricks and began her performance.

Under the witness of Wang Junlin, she began to process metal parts one by one on this primitive lathe.

The speed of processing metal parts is much slower than that of wood, and the processed iron parts are rough in Wang's eyes, but Wang Junlin knows what this means.

Therefore, Wang Junlin's eyes were very bright and hot at this time, and his heart was full of incomparable expectations.

On this small overseas island, a modern lathe began to take shape.

However, there is no source of electricity, so it can only be driven by human or animal power, and of course it can also be driven by water power. But the rest of this lathe was made by Nie Xiaoyu according to the modern standards of later generations.

While Nie Xiaoyu was busy, he explained to Wang Junlin: "Lathes are also known as industrial machine tools. Because he has a very peculiar trait, which is the ability to upgrade himself. What I'm doing now is making a second generation of pure iron and more precise lathes from the first generation of rough lathes, which were mostly made of wood. ”

Saying this, Nie Xiaoyu replaced the rough wooden parts on the lathe with the first iron parts she had made.

In this way, the performance of the lathe will be improved with each better iron part than the original, making the lathe faster, more accurate and more refined in making new parts.

This is indeed what Nie Xiaoyu said, a process of self-improvement and evolution.

In three days, the original wooden lathe was transformed into an iron lathe, and it was more refined and complete.

Of course, Wang Junlin knew what such a pure iron lathe represented, even if it was much simpler and rougher than the lathes of later generations, but if someone used 100 million silver, he would not even change the emperor's throne.

And Nie Xiaoyu is not over yet, she started the 'evolution' again with this pure iron lathe, she found the best iron, rebuilt the parts again, and then replaced them all on this lathe.

In this way, it took Nie Xiaoyu another five days to evolve this lathe five times before stopping.

"Now, I'm going to use this lathe to build you a gun."

Nie Xiaoyu said this sentence in a voice without the slightest fluctuation, but it fell in Wang Junlin's ears, but it was like a thunderbolt sounding on the ground, making his heart shake and it was difficult to control himself.

Wang Junlin knew that the gun that Nie Xiaoyu was talking about was not a cold weapon in the hands of people in this era, but a musket, a real musket.

PS: I'm sorry, there are only two more tonight, but this one is more than 3,000 words——————