PS: Today's Double 11 is a carnival shopping festival and a singles' day. Single Wang Xiaomo found a corner to celebrate the next holiday lonely, the update was late, sorry. Three watches tomorrow.

To the west of the Ares Outpost, beyond the steep hills, there is an endless withered plain.

Two thousand eight hundred kilometers further west of the plain is the darkest heart of the Crimson Lands, the Doomsday Volcano.

The road from the plains to the volcano is basically a smooth road, and there are no natural dangers to defend. It can be said that as long as you can establish a stable sentry on the blighted plain, as long as you are bold enough, you can directly covet the Doomsday Volcano!

Of course, this is difficult, it is not something that can be achieved in a moment, and after defeating the tribe of iron-eating giants from the Blighted Plains, Rollin only sees this goal as a long-term plan.

The first step in this plan is not to take the initiative, but to build up strength. The Force, materials, and personnel all need to be well prepared and accumulated. The second step is to take the initiative.

Of course, all of this takes time, and you can't rush it.

Since there was no shortage of Force power at the sentry now, Rollin arranged for his ordinary avatar to work twenty-four hours a day, while the rest of his spirit was mostly in a leisurely state.

Of course, being laid-back is not a waste of time. During this part of the time, Luo Lin mingled with the soldiers recruited this time, and took the opportunity to drink and eat meat together, getting to know these new fighters step by step.

This kind of day lasted for four days, and Rollin had learned about each new warrior, he could call out the name of each warrior, and knew the characteristics of the opponent's martial arts, personality traits, hobbies, and disgusting foods, taboos. Or even some hidden little fetishes.

These fighters have no secrets about him. And this time. The orc demigod William was still in the stage of hooking up with one of the good-tempered warriors.

Even the warriors who were directly under his command in the first place, Rollin knew them better than he did.

Of the more than thirty fighters, at least seven or eight Williams were in a state of initial familiarity that only knew their faces but could not call out their names, but Rollin had already understood these warriors in his bones.

If you want to control and lead, you must first understand that in this regard, Rollin has worked ten times more hard than William. Naturally, his ability to lead the warriors to them was also ten times stronger than William!

On the afternoon of the fourth day, the sentry scouts came back with news that Grunson had returned with a large number of men, including soldiers, craftsmen, and ordinary servants, numbering more than three hundred.

This is a great piece of good news, it can be said that as soon as the shelf of the God of War sentry was propped up, Rollin's steel shield incarnation immediately led a team of soldiers out of the sentry twenty miles to greet him, which moved Grunson's eyes to be wet.

With the addition of these 300 people. The sentry was immediately fleshed out.

In the beginning, it wasn't the fighters who played the biggest role. It's not a craftsman, a warrior needs to be trained and run-in, a craftsman needs to be skilled in the use of tools, but an ordinary servant, who has turned the entire outpost upside down at the beginning.

The Holy Spirit warriors are all big and coarse, even if they are female warriors, although they are good at fighting, their lives are a mess, the fortress barracks are stinking, fleas and lice are rampant.

This time, more than 80 servants were recruited, and it took only two hours for each post to be arranged.

After another half a day, the sheets and quilts stained with blood and other human secretions in the fortress barracks were all cleaned, the stinking socks and ** were gone, and the soldiers' messy hair was cut flat by the barbers they brought, and even the female warriors were all pushed into short hair.

In the corner of the square, because of the bonfire party a few days ago, a large amount of household garbage was randomly pushed and swept by the soldiers, emitting all kinds of rancid smells, and now it has also disappeared. The toilets at the outpost were also cleaned, and the minced meat infested with flies and maggots beside the puddle where the crocodile lived in the mountain was gone.

In short, the whole sentry has a new look, and it is obvious that the expressions on the faces of the fighters have stretched a lot.

After all, no one likes to live on top of a garbage heap.

Seeing this scene, Luo Lin couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief: "If it is said that the warrior is the skeleton of the sentry, but these servants are the lubricating oil of the sentry, it really can't be done without them." ”

Without them, the outpost would have been a sloppy mess, and it is estimated that the soldiers would have been attacked by some infectious diseases from time to time.

Soon, Rollin found the most shrewd and capable servant, this person is called Sorento, a warrior with level 25 strength, and he is a big step away from the realm of legends, but through Rollin's observation for half a day, this person has great prestige among the servants, and has strong organizational skills, and the sentry can be cleared in such a short time, this Sorento is indispensable.

So he became the head of the outpost, and his power was not related to any direct combat, in other words, he had no military power, only the ordinary administrative power of the post.

Even so, this Sorento was so happy that he stayed up all night, and the next day he presented Rollin with a very specific regulation of the management of the sentry.

Luo Lin gave this servant manager enough respect, and looked at his management regulations seriously in front of him: "Hmm~ Soldiers must take a bath once every five days, and the water is taken by the soldiers from the Hongshui River, and the corners of the square are not allowed to urinate at will, and the offenders are punished to go to the Hongshui River to fetch water, and the male and female soldiers are not allowed to fight at will in the corner of the sentry post at will, which affects the rest~~ These are indeed good ideas." ”

Sorento is a middle-aged man, his previous life was obviously not comfortable, so he looked a little old, especially the hair on his temples was gray, at this time, hearing the praise of the sentry lord, he rubbed his hands a little nervously and said: "Lord, I feel it." Yesterday, I observed all the way and found that through these regulations, a warrior's mental state can be kept at its peak at all times, and his body will be healthy. In the event of a war, the maximum potential can be burst out, and there will be no accidents. ”

"That's true." Rollin nodded.

For example, when fighting at night or something, some fighters don't know moderation, and after finding a female warrior who is happy with each other, they will stay in bed all night depending on their good health. Although usually only one shot. But a single shot can last a night. As a result, the spirit was affected the next day, although the Holy Spirit warriors were all legendary powerhouses, and there was no big impact for a while, but over time, the gap would be revealed.

"However, as soon as your regulations come out, it is estimated that the soldiers will hate you to the point of gritting their teeth." Rollin smiled.

It's not that he didn't think about setting up some strict military orders in the past, but these are legendary powerhouses. The quality of each one is extremely high, this is different from the ordinary warriors in the mortal world, those who can come to the abyss are all super elites, and restricting them with strict military orders is equivalent to limiting their strength. Second, the pressure in the sentry post is really huge, if you don't relax some, over time, all kinds of pressure accumulate. I'm afraid something will happen.

So, Sorento's regulations are good. But it's too strict, but he doesn't actually plan to use many of these regulations, or at least revise them.

But he didn't expect Sorento to say without hesitation: "Lord, as long as I can improve the combat power of the warriors, my personal situation is nothing." In fact, that's what it's all about us people coming to the abyss! ”

When this person spoke, his attitude was righteous and righteous, and Rollin could now directly see through his heart, and he could see that this guy's words were absolutely sincere.

That's a good talent. Rollin was secretly happy in his heart, not to mention how good his skills are, he can learn them, just by virtue of this sentence, this Sorento is worth using.

However, Rollin has his own charter, and he smiled and waved the document in his hand: "This is very good, but the details are not pure and need more changes." You take it back, change it again, change it more leniently. ”

"My lord, I don't understand" Sorento couldn't figure out what Rollin meant, he felt that this was already very lenient, and any looser it would not be a decree.

"Sorento, every warrior in the sentry is a genius, and every warrior has an incomparably wonderful and moving past in the mortal world. They are unique, they also know how to fight, how to adjust their form, how to regain strength quickly. Everyone has their own secret method, which is not the same concept as those ordinary soldiers in the mortal world, can you understand? Rollin asked.

Mortal warriors are all worms, united by military discipline to become a great dragon. But all the warriors here are martial saints, dragons who can cross thousands of miles. If the various laws are squeezed too much, the unique brilliance of their bodies will be dissipated. And these unique personalities are actually the source of the Abyss Legion's combat power.

There is no such thing as an easy way in the world, a commander who does not know how to adapt to the situation, and only knows that he sticks to the routine is destined not to achieve great things.

Sorento was a little confused, obviously not having figured it out yet, he nodded slightly, "Lord, I still need to think about it." ”

"Go ahead." Luo Lin said gently, with an encouraging face.

After Sorento had gone, he had been thinking for a day, and he had no clue, and in the evening, when he was wandering aimlessly in the square, he suddenly heard a commotion, and when he looked up, he saw an elf and an orc fighting each other in a corner of the square.

The two of them fought fiercely, punching to the flesh, and from Sorento's eyes, these two guys seemed to use a life-fighting style, and their fists were going to the point.

There was a group of warriors around the two people fighting, there were elves, orcs, dwarves, terrans, some shouted and cheered, some stood by with arms crossed, and some laughed and disagreed.

"Bang" Finally, an orc warrior made a mistake, and the temple on the side of his forehead was slammed by the elf, the sound was dull and terrifying, and the orc's entire body was smashed to the ground.

Sorento shuddered at the sight that this was going to kill someone, but then he noticed that the orc who had fallen to the ground shook his head, spat out a mouthful of blood, and then staggered up from the ground.

The orc cursed in his mouth, ran to the side of the pool, washed his face, shook his head, then straightened up, and took a delicate dagger from his pocket and threw it at the elf, apparently the price of his defeat.

The elf took the dagger, held it aloft with a smug expression, and then whistled away surrounded by several elves.

Seeing this, Sorento looked at the orcs again, he thought that the orcs were holding on, but the orcs were completely fine, and it didn't look like a strong support. This situation was beyond Sorento's understanding of martial arts, but it made his heart light up, and he remembered the words of the lord: "Every warrior is unique, every warrior has a wonderful and moving past, they are all geniuses!" ”

Sorento suddenly discovered that he, a man with mediocre martial arts, didn't actually know about those warriors, and since he didn't understand, then why did he make regulations that could improve the strength of the warriors? How could he be sure that these regulations were valid and not counterproductive?

Thinking of this, a cold sweat involuntarily oozed from Sorento's forehead: "Fortunately, the lord is tolerant, if the lord of another guard is changed, I am afraid that I will have to be expelled from the guard post with my nonsense." ”

After figuring out the key, he calmed down, and as the head manager, he took the initiative to talk to the Holy Spirit Warriors, and he had been in contact with different warriors for five days, and he had in-depth conversations with more than thirty warriors, and he had thought about it for five days.

He was a very smart man, and now he finally got to the point, and it took him half a day to redraft a management regulation.

Luo Lin looked at the new regulations and smiled slightly: "It's okay now, in the future, let's do it according to this." Come, put this on the billboard. ”

"Yes, my lord." Sorento bowed deeply, only feeling that this lord had a gentle and thick personality, and he sincerely admired it. (To be continued......)