The young dead soldiers marched towards Yuyang City on the eastern border of the Western Yan Kingdom with a group of officers and soldiers.

The wind and sand are all over the sky, and from time to time one or two red willows fall into the eyes. Sparsely populated, the desolate scorched earth as far as the eye can see.

The desert is barren and smoked, and the city walls are towering. The boys went to the lodgings with the officers, laid down their bags, and hurried to the camp to attend the reception that the sergeants had prepared for them.

Ding Ruoyu was already young and small, so he couldn't find it in the crowd. The training camp is served with coarse tea and light rice all year round, and now when they heard that there was wine and meat, these teenagers immediately poured out.

There is only one exception.

Ding Ruoyu was curious and slowed down until the two were side by side.

She had long noticed that this was a white and pure teenager, about her own age, with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, and she could see it at a glance among more than ten people, compared to the beautiful teenagers who received special training in the fourth group.

She was impressed and looked at him for a moment, but saw that the young man suddenly sneered, glanced at her with disdain, and still walked unhurriedly.

This person is dignified, and he can't imagine being so obedient. Ding Ruoyu thought secretly and frowned.

"What are you looking at?" The boy became impatient, his face full of disgust, and quickened his pace to shake her off.

Ding Ruoyu also hurriedly followed, not saying a word from beginning to end, she didn't want to be bored.

As a result, in the big tent, in addition to the steamed buns with white flowers, everyone also got a bowl of braised pork. The teenagers are easy to go out of a training camp, and they are all fighting to grab drinks. Ding Ruoyu hurriedly avoided it and hid outside the tent.

Coincidentally, the handsome young man before also squatted quietly outside the tent with a bowl.

Only this time, seeing Ding Ruoyu sitting down on the other side, he didn't show a disgusted expression again.

Ding Ruoyu glanced at him, and saw that he was looking at the bottom of the bowl in a daze, and he didn't move for a while.

She ate by herself, and suddenly a tiger-headed young man came out of the tent, poked his head and looked at the bottom of his bowl and said, "I haven't seen you for most of the day, but I haven't moved a mouthful!" If you don't like meat, you can pour it to me, it's cold. ”

The beautiful young man immediately glared angrily and shouted, "This is mine!" Then he picked up the wooden chopsticks and devoured them.

Ding Ruoyu raised his eyebrows, got up lightly and turned into the tent.

As in the camp for the dead, they were assigned to the same simple house built of earth and wood. Twelve young men of all ages, men and women, were huddled together, accustomed to it and unscrupulous.

slept until midnight, and Ding Ruoyu was woken up by the sound of a fight.

Opening his eyes, he reflexively reached into his arms and clenched the dagger.

Turning over, in the dim light, she saw five or six teenagers beating a man.

By the faint light of the candle, she walked around and finally saw the face of the person who had been beaten.

It's the withdrawn teenager.

Ding Ruoyu didn't immediately step forward to obstruct it, she knew that so many people were not opponents at all. While the rest of the people were watching from the wall, if the weak self came out, he would only be dragged over and beaten with the young man.

She slowly moved to the corner window, trying not to attract attention, and stooped down to grab a pebble and quietly hit the eaves.

"Stop fighting, there's someone out there!" The sound was crisp, and Ding Ruoyu shouted after him.

"Who? Don't run! When several teenagers heard this, they all rushed out.

Ding Ruoyu breathed a sigh of relief and turned her head to look, but the young man didn't bother to look at her, dragged his heavy legs to the corner, and curled up to sleep.

Seeing that the rest of the teenagers were all insensitive and indifferent, she didn't have any other actions, so she had to lie down silently.

The teenagers in the Dead Battalion have different identities and experiences, and it is inevitable that there will be some extreme personalities, and Ding Ruoyu has long been surprised. Even more leaky, the night wind was chaotic, and the teenagers who ran out returned in vain, and after being annoyed for a while, they also fell asleep.

The next day, I washed and practiced, and in the afternoon I went to the general camp to listen to the soldiers' advice. During the night, the same scene played out again.

If Ding Ruoyu was in a hurry the night before, then this time, she is really out of line. She had to ignore it like the others, after all, out of so many people, except for the two in the third group, she could hardly beat anyone. Among the dead, the strong have always been respected, and whoever has the big fist is the truth.

Fortunately, those hands-on teenagers also knew how to measure, just let him suffer a little bit of flesh and skin, and it would not hurt her muscles and bones, so she was relieved. Fortunately, I didn't meddle in things, otherwise it might have been a surprise.

As the instructor took the daily roll call, she noticed that the boy's name was Feiqiong. After each regular meeting, he hid away alone, as if anyone would be against him.

Finally, on this day's sparring, Ding Ruoyu faced him on the randomly arranged list. Just as she was about to salute, Fei Qiong stepped forward, shook off her moves, and attacked her mercilessly.

Rao is Ding Ruoyu reacted quickly enough to avoid it, but unexpectedly, the other party also deviated according to that trajectory as if he had predicted her movements. She was shocked, Feiqiong, who was suppressed to death by several tall teenagers in the middle of the night every day, seemed to be a different person at this moment, and every move and style could restrict her movements, so that she couldn't let go of her hands and feet at all!

Don't...... The combat power of the first group is so strong?

Even such a weak person is more than one grade higher than himself, what about the rest? Sleeping with her was the first of these young dead soldiers?

All along, I overestimated my strength......

With a slight distraction, Feiqiong's attack accelerated in an instant, and in an instant, he grabbed her wrist, bullied forward, and pressed her to her knees.

The cold words "really weak ......" floated into his ears, and Ding Ruoyu collapsed weakly on the ground, looking at the young man turning around and walking away.

Someone in front of her reached out and pulled her to her feet.

Ding Ruoyu looked at the man in surprise, it was one of the boys who beat the boy every night.

"Strong, right?" He smiled awkwardly and said, "Among the seven people in our first group, he is the strongest, and he doesn't have to feel ashamed if he can't beat him." ”

"What?" Ding Ruoyu shouted in surprise, "Then you still ......"

The embarrassment on the young man's face became heavier and heavier: "This is exactly how he cultivates. ”

"Beaten?" Ding Ruoyu said, his eyes widened. Growing up, it was the first time she had heard of this kind of unbelievable "beaten practice".

"He told us to do it with all our might every time......" the boy blushed a little and couldn't say any more.

It turned out that Feiqiong's prediction ability and reaction speed were all practiced by this kind of chaotic battle. The rest of the young dead soldiers were indifferent, because they knew that there was such a thing?

"I already knew, you slept too heavily that day......" the boy said cautiously observing her expression.

Ding Ruoyu was deflated. It seems that she has nothing to do at night, and the initiator must think she is stupid.

Not long after the confrontation between the two armies, the battle horn finally sounded.

The sound of the handover of gold and iron was heard in my ears, and from time to time the wounded were sent to the camp for emergency treatment. Outside, there were shouts of killing, so tragic that it seemed that the yellow sand was stained red with the blood of the soldiers.

The military situation is grim, and the logistics troops are busy. The dead were mixed in the crowd, and they didn't know what to do for a while.

"You little ghosts, don't be there, come and help!" An old doctor who was medicating the wounded shouted.

Ding Ruoyu walked through the crowd and was the first to drill through.

The old doctor handed over a roll of gauze and hurriedly said, "Little girl, quickly bandage the wound of this little ghost, the medicine has been applied." ”

Ding Ruoyu nodded, took the gauze, tore off a section, and wrapped it tightly around the large wound that was almost bone-piercing. The wounded grinned in pain and asked her what rotten level she was, and whether she wanted him to die.

The old doctor was dressing another wounded man, but when he turned around and said unhappily, "Pain? How can it be good if it doesn't hurt? ”

The wounded suddenly quieted down, Ding Ruoyu smiled secretly, and saw the old doctor pointing and calling away: "You, and you, why are you still stunned there?" Come and help me with everything! ”

He glanced at Ding Ruoyu again, shook his head and said dissatisfiedly: "The little girl doesn't have a serious job!" Forget it, come over and make the medicine. ”

Ding Ruoyu, who was originally gloating, couldn't be happy immediately.

So, all day, the best of their twelve young dead soldiers were orderly commanded and arranged by the old doctor, comparable to professional caregivers.

The battle situation was unknown, and the generals did not return for a day, and the teenagers did not return to their rooms. He sat around the camp with the old doctor, listening to the incessant sound of the wind and horns outside, and the occasional humming of the wounded inside.

After a long time, it is natural that some people will feel impatient. The tiger-headed young man suddenly shouted, "Why hasn't the assassination order been given from above? If you wait any longer, everyone will die! ”

"What's the hurry?" The old doctor said with a straight face, "They don't ask you to do it, of course you can handle it." ”

"What if you can't handle it?" The boy was not convinced.

"Stinky boy crow's mouth!" The old doctor was furious, got up and struck him on the head with his crutches.

The boy tried to avoid it, but several of his companions sitting next to him reacted faster and held it down, allowing him to eat the rod solidly.

"Hey, what are you doing? What a fucking unrighteousness! The boy was still yelling, picking up one of his companions, and then he was in a mess with everyone around him.

"Young man......" The old doctor sat back and sighed.

In the chaos, a person suddenly burst out, panting and said, "Don't make trouble Tian Bei!" The boss doesn't care about you, otherwise you would have been stripped of a layer of skin! ”

Hearing this voice, Ding Ruoyu raised her head, which was the heart that informed her of Fei Qiong's special cultivation method.

In this cold and calculating camp of dead soldiers, it is rare to have such a warm-hearted person as him.

Tian Bei moved, came to the old doctor, and asked, "Boss, are you a native of Yanguo?" ”

The old man shook his head and said, "The old man is from Jiang Guo. ”

When Tian Bei heard this, he became more and more curious: "Seeing that the boss is doing his best, I thought he was a local." ”

"The food of the king, the matter of loyalty to the king." The old doctor said solemnly, "What's more, the old man's duty is to save the dead and help the wounded, and all the injured, no matter what country he belongs to, are the same in the eyes of the old man!" ”

Hearing him say this, the Cun Xin on the other side also approached, and asked with admiration on his face: "The old man is Sun Qingshan, the first divine doctor of the Witch Sect?" ”

"The little doll has a good eye, how can you see it?" Doctor Sun immediately asked with a smile.

"The old man's cane ......" Cunxin scratched his head and pointed to a pattern of mountains and rivers carved on the head of the cane.

"Not bad, not bad." Sun Qingshan smiled, "You little ghosts are much more careful than those wastes in the previous two times. But the old man didn't dare to be the name of the first miracle doctor of this witch cult. ”

He opened his mouth for some reason, and a stiff young man's voice sounded in the corner: "Because of Lihong." ”

"Who is Lihong?" Ding Ruoyu couldn't help but ask. Following the voice to look at the corner, he saw Feiqiong fiddling with her head down, as if the four words just now were not what he said.

Cun Xin was surprised: "You haven't heard of the great master?" Not only is he an extraordinary doctor, he can live and die with human flesh and bones, but he also ...... And he's the best-looking person in the whole Xiyan country, you don't even know this? ”

"The best?" Ding Ruoyu showed surprise on his face and blurted out, "Xiyan Divine Doctor, the great teacher, is it a beautiful girl?" ”

"Well, ahem...... "I was so embarrassed that I wanted to get into the cracks. Although he had accidentally misled, he did not expect this girl to make such a conjecture.

"Hahaha! Beautiful girl, laughing to death! Tian Bei had as many scruples as him, and he thought it was funny, so he rolled on the ground with laughter, and slapped the thighs of others.

I had a headache, so I had to continue to explain: "I, I mean, the great teacher is not only handsome among men, but even women are not as good as him......"

Ding Ruoyu's face was hot, so he hurriedly got up under the pretext of hiding in the corner and continued to be silent.

The teenagers talked about it farther and farther away, and in the end everyone staggered to sleep.

It was late at night, and by the dim light, Sun Qingshan sighed. His gaze swept over the boys sleeping on the ground one by one, and his gaze became more and more complicated.

"The small vassal king of Nanyue, the prince of Jiang Guo, the prince of Dongye, the prince of Beiyu......" These young people who are sleeping on the ground at the moment have no image, and they all have extremely prominent status.

They came from different countries, each with a dark and mysterious past, and they were sent to the country of Xiyan by various means, changed their names and surnames, and received the most cruel training. And at this moment, they were specially selected to attack their respective countries with the Xiyan soldiers. Will this test be able to endure to the end?

"My lord, have you gone a little too far this time?" He worried.

"Test them."

On that day, the national teacher invited him to the house and handed over a prepared list.

"These are ......" Sun Qingshan looked at the list of eleven names, frowning and puzzled.

"Tian Bei, formerly known as Yue Haitian, was the vassal king of Yue Kingdom two years ago, and he was born with the lowest status among these people." The national teacher smiled leisurely and counted them one by one, "Cun Xin, Jiang Wenxin, Prince Jiang Guo, the uncle of the little emperor; Feiqiong, the prince of Beiyu, was also Yu Siyuan's favorite son at that time......"

"These people ......" Sun Qingshan was already dumbfounded.

The national teacher's smile was shallow, not less gentle: "These people were all designed by me to insert into the net of heaven and earth." Although they are relatives of the emperor and the country, they all have hatred. The accumulated hatred and ambition for the future will polish them into the best weapons that will eventually be used by me. ”

"Now, it's time to put these weapons to the test." He looked into the distance and whispered, "Let the instructors do a clean job when they select the list, the identities of these people are not even clear to the Witch Emperor." ”

Sun Qingshan felt a chill in his heart, and he was stunned when he saw that there was a Li Qiaoer at the end of the list.

"Again?" He couldn't help but ask.

The national teacher smiled: "You have to mix in one or two irrelevant people, right?" ”

"Wait." He suddenly remembered something and said, "One more person." ”

He slowly wrote "Chen Lan" on the list.

"She's a substitute, I'll find a way to send her over, remember to protect her," the national teacher's fingertips flicked the names of the noble boys on the list, "Anyone can die, but she can't." ”

Sun Qingshan saluted and said, "My subordinates must protect this Miss Chen!" ”

This Chen Lan's identity, he vaguely guessed something. I'm afraid that he is also an important person, and he may have to take over the class of high-ranking members of the witch cult in the future.

Today, he finally met these young dead soldiers.