"Brother Ganso, where are you going?"

Xing Zeyuan had a chest injury, and it was a little difficult to get dressed, and Mo on the side helped him pick up his clothes, a bit like the follower next to the leader of the mercenary group.

"Thank you!"

Ganso walked out the door and passed by the poor Ling who was leaning against the door. Mo's injuries have healed, and the raid of the bandits before has caused them to lose their vitality and decadence for a few days, and now they have to get down to business.

"I'm going to look at the posts hanging in the Mercenary's House. ”

Xing Zeyuan almost bought his life to teach a lesson this time, and understood the importance of numbers. The number of personnel is a problem that cannot be ignored in the mercenary group, so after Gansuo arrived in Santa City, he spent a few hundred yuan to hang a summoning post in the mercenary house, and I didn't read it for two days, I don't know if anyone is willing to join them.

"Okay, we'll come later with our stuff!"

Xing Zeyuan didn't want to procrastinate, and he didn't want to stay in the hospital as soon as the wound healed a little. With bags on their backs and new armor, they walked out a little slowly.

"Can I really be discharged from the hospital?"

"Well, it's not a big deal! Besides, if you continue to live like this, there will be no money in the group. ”

"Actually, it's almost out of money. ”

Sighing, the hospital said that it would not charge money indiscriminately, but medical supplies are already expensive, and it is inevitable that there will be thousands of world coins.

"Everything costs money outside, so let's go to the mercenary's house to take on a mission and earn some money. ”

Every injury is remembered physically and mentally, and the tranquility that comes with an injury gives the injured person time to think, and facing the current situation is a necessary part of thinking.

"It's okay to take the task, but you can't go, otherwise your little body can't stand it!"

What Qian Ling said made Xing Zeyuan a little unable to get off the stage, but Xing Zeyuan was not squeamish, so he just said it, not to mention the people around him.

"The head of the regiment is still young, and he will be strong in another two years. ”

"I'm afraid I won't be able to wait that long. ”

Mo said, and quickly walked to the mercenary's house.

"Brother Ganso!"

Xing Zeyuan shouted, and Gan Suo walked over with a man.

"Four hundred yuan, the post has only been hanging for two days, only one person is interested in joining, he happens to be here today, this is Sikong Bining!"

Ganso swiped his palms sideways at his side, his fingertips pointing at Sikong Pinin behind him, his sideways body allowing them to see each other.

"This is the leader of our '625' mercenary group, Xing Zeyuan!"

"Hello!"

Xing Zeyuan stepped forward to shake hands with him, Sikong Bining had thick eyebrows and big eyes, medium build, and a black-skinned quiver tied to the side of the backpack behind his back.

"Hello, I didn't expect you to be so young?"

"You don't have a problem with that, do you?"

Xing Zeyuan said.

"No, they all say that heroes are teenagers, and I'm not very old, twenty years this year, only a little older than you. ”

His slightly dark skin and stubble chin made Sikong Bining not look like a twenty-year-old man, and he glanced at Xing Zeyuan and Mo and Qianling beside him. They didn't speak, they looked a little cold, especially Poor Ling, he was like a proud and willing to jump into the quenching Nirvana Phoenix, scanning everything in the world with some disdain.

"I can't see it!"

Qian Ling laughed.

"I'm from a mountain village, look old, don't mind!"

Because the hotel was withdrawn, Xing Zeyuan and Pi Ning could only sit on the public seats on the side of the street.

"I'm sorry, but the first meeting can only make you sit in the public chair!"

"It's okay! I've slept with stones. ”

The sun was strong in June, and a few drops of sweat flowed from the foam, and he stood behind his seat.

"It's a little hot, hurry up and finish asking. ”

"Okay!"

Xing Zeyuan nodded, looked at the sun, and said to Bining, who was sitting on the wooden chair:

"Presumably, Brother Ganso also told you about the situation in our group. ”

"Yes!"

Ganso's words were even more concise than Xing Zeyuan thought.

"What are your intentions?"

"I want to join. ”

"Why?"

"Why?"

Bi Ning was a little stunned, he looked at Xing Zeyuan very honestly, looking a little stunned.

"Whenever someone comes in, I have to ask why, I joined the mercenary to defeat the person I liked, Brother Gansuo was to go to a distant place, Qianling was because he wanted to be with us, and Mo had a dream of being a mercenary since he was a child. What about you?"

"I don't have much culture, I have some strength, I am good at bows and crossbows, I can hunt and shoot arrows, and I have been a hunter for generations. ”

It can be seen that Bining is a little nervous, this twenty-year-old man is in the depths of the mountains with the sky as a companion, sleeping with the earth, and has developed a good skill, that is, he is not good at organizing the language when speaking.

"Although mercenaries are dangerous, they come with money quickly, so I want to be a mercenary. I read the material and you are all strong, so I want to participate. But...... Who is that person?"

Cautiously pointing at the foam behind him, Xing Zeyuan replied:

"Thief Mo, the warlord of our mercenary group. ”

"Then I'll be a sniper of the mercenary group from now on. ”

With a natural red color on his dark face, Pinin unzipped the backpack at his feet and tried to pull out his bow, but the zipper was halfway to dispel the idea. He doesn't want everyone to think that he likes to show off, he is a newcomer who has just arrived, and he thinks a lot like Mo. It's just that he doesn't act as natural and light as Mo, but is a little clumsy.

"I had the opportunity to show off my archery skills. ”

"Okay, we just need a sniper, and one of my injuries was inflicted by a sniper. ”

I touched my chest, and it hurt a little.

"Then I...... Is it possible to participate?"

"Of course, welcome!"

Xing Zeyuan called the three of Gan Suo over, and on the side of the public bench, five fists together.

"This is close to the home of the soldiers, let's record the information first. ”

"Good!"

Xing Zeyuan has always been very logical in doing things, and now that he is close, he will finish the information first, and in the future, he only needs to have enough points to become a mercenary group.

Holding his identity card in his hand, the five of them went in together, and the names of two more people were added to the information sheet of the '625' mercenary group. There are many wanted lists in the crystal next to the front desk, and the crystal flashes with realistic colorful portraits, like real human faces.

"That person is not our ......"

"Let's go!"

Deliberately raising his voice, Mo pulled Qian Ling, and then reminded Xing Zeyuan to hurry out.

"Sir, please keep your ID cards and try to draw a model of the mercenary regimental flag, we will collect the fee and complete it in one day. ”

"Good!"

"What's wrong?"

Xing Zeyuan and Gan Suo walked at the back, and Mo called for Pi Ning and pulled Qian Ling out of the mercenary's house.

"Why? Many of the bandits we killed before had bonuses, so why don't we tell them to get them?"

When he got to the street, Mo let go of Qianling. The big one of 1.9 meters was a little aggrieved, and he was a little angry when he looked at Mo.

Xing Zeyuan stood behind Qian Ling, and when he heard this, he also raised his eyebrows and looked at Mo.

"Commander, we can't take this money. ”

"Why?"

Bining knew about what the mercenary group had experienced, but he didn't say anything, so Qian Ling preemptively asked.

Dragged everyone to a restaurant, where there was an open space.

"The bandit bounty orders in the mercenary house are all issued by the government, and the reason why they are hung is to make the bounty orders for these death row prisoners more visible. It's not just mercenaries who can take on these tasks, but others as well. Although three of the dozen or so bandits we killed had bonuses, indicating that they were all condemned to death by the government, the other people we killed were different, if we said that we killed those mercenaries, the mercenary family reported to the government, and the government then verified that it knew that we killed other people, which was tantamount to breaking the law in a different direction. ”

"Mo, you are so talented!"

Xing Zeyuan almost applauded.

"Makes sense!"

Although Qian Ling is not afraid of any laws, Mo spoke really well, and what Qian Ling admired the most was that he wrote down the appearance of those bandits. Were there three death row inmates among the people killed? He didn't seem to care about that.

"You have such a good memory!"

Bining was a little slower to react, but he also sighed.

"It was all trained by my family when I was a child. ”

"It's good that you think far ahead, otherwise we'd be finished. ”

Although Xing Zeyuan knew that everyone killed a lot of people, although some of the dead people were not death row prisoners, they were not good people, bandits were not the same as thieves and thieves, there was nothing good for them to live. After thinking about it like this, he didn't feel guilty in his heart.

Everyone went to rent the hotel again, they wanted to design the flag of the mercenary group, everyone put their backpacks on their backs, and the poor Ling put their hands behind Mo's neck, and began to talk again.

"Why don't you become a politician?"

"My parents always wanted me to be a politician, but I didn't want to, I still like to be a mercenary, I can walk around, it's good for me!"

Smiling, Momo's memory gradually returned to a long time ago.

His family lives in a fourth-floor villa, which is the most luxurious residence in Huanma City. But his parents are usually very busy, and the housekeeper is his only companion, because his parents don't let the domestic servants talk to him.

"Grandpa butler, what are those people outside doing with swords on their backs?

"That's a mercenary, they're going to run around, and they're armed with swords because they're out there to meet wild beasts or bad guys. They are not under the control of the government city guards!"

"Can I be a mercenary, then? ”

"Of course not, young master, you will be a glorious politician in the future, and you will be a political officer in the government like your father and mother. Hurry up and endorse it! Little master, you haven't finished memorizing your introduction to political science!"

"It's annoying!"

Sitting on the chair angrily, he looked at the mercenary outside the window, when can I become a mercenary?

Childhood memories echo in my mind the moment I came into contact with the colorful pencils, and the five of them worked together to design the flag of the mercenary group. Bining is clumsy, but everyone is very united, which makes him a little confused, is this really a mercenary group?

In the afternoon, a team flag was designed, with a red shield on a white background as their logo.

After paying a thousand dollars and designing the style of the team flag, they will get the agreed ten brooches and a regimental flag after one day.

"Young man, don't go, come here!"

A balding old man in black sunglasses sat facing the sun, and at this time in the afternoon, the sun was a little comfortable shining on his body, and the weather was finally not as hot as noon.

"What's wrong?"

Although Xing Zeyuan is the head of the group, he still comes with Gan Suo to deliver things, he has never regarded himself as the head of the group, nothing*, he doesn't understand that there are many things, he will sit in silence and watch the people around him work and talk, which still benefits him a lot.

Everyone else is familiar with each other in the hotel, and Bining has a simple and honest personality, which is very popular with everyone.

and Gan Suo glanced at each other, and Xing Zeyuan and the two walked over.

"Grandpa, is there anything wrong with you?"

It could be seen that the old man's eyes were blind because he was holding a bamboo pole that poked the ground in his hand.

"Of course, remember, never open the black coffin. ”

"Coffin?"

He had never seen a black coffin, only a black coffin that looked gloomy in the daytime. The moment it turns from wood to coffin, it represents nothing but death and loneliness. The scent of Xiumu in the past has long been gone.

Xing Zeyuan was a little confused, the old man nodded, and said seriously:

"I am blind in my eyes, but my heart is not blind, I can't see my surroundings, but I can see your future. ”

"Grandpa, thank you, I remember, do you need me to take you home?"

Xing Zeyuan behaved very politely, but the next moment, in the old man's chest, the vague appearance of two star gods appeared.

"I'm here just to wait for you to come and tell you about it, this is what the Star Shaman needs to do. Many things are destined by God, and I will tell you that these things are also made by God, so there is no need to say anything. ”

The old star priest got up and put away his robe, holding a small bench in one hand and poking the ground with a sturdy bamboo in the other, slowly finding his way home.