"Homecoming! All the soldiers, all stand up for me, I don't care if you belong to the detachment, here, all of you are the children of the Holy Lord! There must be a standing phase for the station, and there must be a sitting phase for sitting! Even eating must be in order, and there is no slack in the slightest, you lazy worms, do as I ask, and whoever dares to question my orders will be hung in an iron cage under the sun until the stinking bones and rotten flesh are cleaned by the crows! "In front of the fortress, which had thickened its outer walls a little, the fortress that the Holy Cult soldiers revered as the Iron Fist Fortress, in which countless newly established tents stood in the middle, and on a flat ground that had been sorted out as a military training ground, a knight in bright armor was giving a lecture, and at the same time, the bustling and chaotic mass of soldiers was under the punches and kicks of the junior sergeants, under the sharp rebuke and scolding, and, of course, under the "gentle" whipping, It only took ten minutes for them to change from cowering to orderly queues, "You maggots in the dung pit, you gang of waste rice buckets that don't have anything left to eat, look at you, if this is on the battlefield, with your low efficiency, you would have died a long time ago!" The sound of scolding was endless, and the knight grinned as he looked at the slowly neatly formed queue, but that didn't mean his patience returned, and the nine-tailed cat whip in his hand could be pulled out at any time to exert its power.

Zhang Jiaming was outside the queue, although his team was also incorporated into the phalanx, as an officer, a centurion had to stand on the periphery of the phalanx and watch his subordinates being taught a lesson and helpless, fortunately, the soldiers he brought out were not stupid, and under his own hard training, he quickly lined up the formation, reducing the chance of being whipped.

"Is Zhou Hua a hundred people long?" After a while, a voice came from behind, and when I looked up, three guys dressed as knights' squires surrounded another guy who was obviously a regular knight.

"Knight, Xiaguan Zhouhua, salute you!" Standing up slightly, lowering his head slightly, and respectfully stroking his chest, Zhang Jiaming raised his head and looked at the comer.

"No need to be polite, Captain Zhou Hua, after receiving the order of the Chief Senate of the Knights and the Combat Council, I specially came here to invite you to participate in this joint combat meeting, in addition, this month's officer performance inspection meeting will also be held at the same time, just half past seven tonight, please attend on time at that time, no problem, right?" The chief knight who spoke was an old man with gray hair, and his tone was sonorous and powerful, but not impolite, and it was difficult to associate him with those high-ranking knights, but he was very amiable like an old porter.

Zhang Jiaming looked at the three attendant knights next to him in slight surprise, and the three of them were also surprised--according to the rules of the Knights, a high-ranking knight captain is not at all as polite as treating a low-level centurion, could it be that this centurion has made immortal achievements? Or is the centurion the illegitimate son of the Grand Master? The faces of the three knight attendants changed for a while, but they didn't say anything, but Zhang Jiaming reacted quickly, and hurriedly bowed his head and agreed: "Obey the orders of the Grand Master, and obey the orders of the Council of Elders!" ”

Waiting for these four people to leave, the jealous eyes of several centurions of the same level who were waiting there were about to barbecue Zhang Jiaming into a meat cutlet!

"Chief Zhou, congratulations, your record has always opened us a few streets, tsk, this meritorious service, brought back such a boss a bunch of loot, and there is hope for promotion!" A tall and thin hundred-person leader gave his hands again and again, and he smiled first.

Zhang Jiaming recognized this guy, named Chen Zhengming, a poor man who carried a lot of work in the railway lane to make a living, just because he was born in a humble background, and he was not looked down upon as a coolie profession, which made this person mean and couldn't get used to the strange temper of those guys with little white faces! Zhang Jiaming touched his beardless face, and sneered secretly in his heart, but even if others compliment you in a weird way, you have to pretend to be modest, and force down your unpleasant nausea, Zhang Jiaming still has to return the salute with a fake smile: "There, Brother Chen, I'm just lucky to be shit, and I found some tattered garbage that can't get into everyone's eyes, but it's just because of the large amount that I got the first credit!" "Rags? Hmph, the countryside you conquered is not a rat who has to soak tears when he enters, Lao Tzu dares to lead the team to gnaw on those big towns that you dare not move, so you can get a large number of high-quality materials, cigarettes and spirits alone are a full twenty carts, plus food, at least can supply all the teams here for a whole month! It's not Lao Tzu's great work, it's yours? Zhang Jiaming is also wealthy, very good at doing favors, often with some of the surrounding team leaders or centurions to advance and retreat, just do the same things as favors, for example: capture a village, your own people to search outside, do not forget to let a few acquaintances of centurion bring people over to pick up a foreign fall! For this reason, many of his subordinates have a lot of complaints, thinking that how can their credit be shared with others, Zhang Jiaming also let everyone calm down in one sentence: "The big credit is ours, and no one has anything to say, but we always eat and drink spicy, no one else drinks a mouthful of soup, in the future in this team, our team will be difficult to mix, and those who do things for others can't just care about their own pleasure, they have to save some face and benefits for others, besides, everyone is a brother army, and it is also appropriate to take care of each other, do you understand?" The words are reasonable, but they are also clear in grievances, and they are justified and well-founded, so that all of his subordinates are secretly convinced, and they all admire the captain's foresight.

No, Zhang Jiaming's usual personnel work is here.

Chen Zhengming spoke in a weird manner, and several team leaders and centurions spoke out one after another, and one of them, a young and fast-talking, team leader named Li Tietou opened his mouth: "Brother Zhou has worked hard and made great achievements, and you still need you, a rotten ruffian who resists long-term life, to talk nonsense here?" "His rank is higher than Chen Zhengming, and it's not polite to teach him a lesson!

"That is, your surname Chen's own ability is not on the stage in the first place, and there are fewer things to pick up cheap after Brother Zhou?" The few people who answered were not polite, and began the "shelling" at Chen Zhengming, who was there with a black face!

"Brother Zhou Hua has always treated our brothers as good brothers, and they never forgot to say hello when they have benefits, didn't you Chen Zhengming sneakily follow others to eat the rest that time?"

"I'll just say, if it weren't for the fact that your brother-in-law is the deputy head of the regiment, who the hell would take you turtle egg turtle grandson in the eyes here?" The person with the most straightforward temper has long been displeasing to this Chen Zhengming, but now it is good, and it suddenly pulled up everyone's hatred value, and the anger of the group rose in an instant!

Chen Zhengming's face was full of embarrassment, his head drooped, and he stood there with half a red face, and he dared to say a word when he was criticized by others for being completely incorporeal.

Zhang Jiaming didn't bother to taunt this person, waved his hand gently, signaled everyone to stop, and said to everyone: "There are still a lot of mundane affairs in the future, and it is inconvenient to stir up more, another day, you must have a few drinks with your brothers!" Farewell, farewell! When everyone saw that their good friend had given the guy down the stairs, they naturally had no extra topics, and they all said hello and went their own way.

Slightly glanced at Chen Zhengming, who was eating there, Zhang Jiaming didn't say much, pulled his legs and walked towards the gate of the fortress, it was already five o'clock in the afternoon, it was dark, I had to eat a hot meal, wash my body, and change into attractive clothes and armor to participate in the joint meeting, right?

Walking along the edge of the huge camp, Zhang Jiaming once again inspected the mysterious religious armed force.

From the edge of the Dashan Reservoir, at least three kilometers from the foot of the mountain, until the other side of the mountain meets, a huge military camp has been set up! In the past, the flag representing 100 people alone - a double arrow tail flag reached more than 800! The captain of the delegation also had more than 100 flags with a single arrow, and when he looked closely, the dense tents seemed to be disorderly, but in fact they were arranged in an orderly manner in this few square kilometers of area, and the number of soldiers of each battalion walking in them was so amazing that it had reached a terrifying number. Under the orders of the sergeants of each battalion, the non-commissioned officers performed their duties and fulfilled their duties, fetching water, transporting grain, lighting fires and cooking, patrolling the camp and standing guard without the slightest panic, and the whole battalion could be easily mobilized like a person's arms and toes without the slightest mistake!

Holy Army, how many survivors did you loot to create such a large force? And before that, how did you gather so many rabble people from the zombie-besieged wilderness, and then train them from honest peasants to fierce warriors?

Zhang Jiaming fell into contemplation again, the backwardness of the weapons equipped with this peculiar army, he had already understood most of them after leading the team to fight for many days - they were really cold weapons! Heavy staffs, hammers, broadswords, spears, everything, as long as you make it convenient, you can equip any kind of cold weapon! Of course, the weapons mentioned above belong to personal weapons, so you can choose them.

The only thing to emphasize in this large military camp is that these warriors are required to be equipped with a large shield of the same height, and its style can refer to the kind of ancient Roman legions, the large shield is made of several tough pine planks, and the edges are reinforced with iron or copper, which is not a problem to resist the attack of zombies, and it is very strong and durable. The middle of the shield is connected by rivets and several pieces of iron to continue to strengthen, and there are several cold and shining iron awls specially used for assassination on the iron plates, don't underestimate these guys, push them over unguardedly, you can also pierce the zombie's head into a hole, as a whole, this imitation Roman shield is very bulky, in the words of the veterans: "It is to fight against the door panel!" "Needless to say, the dancing of a shield weighing a full thirty pounds is definitely a strength job, you don't have to pick and choose, those heavy shields used for practice in the recruit camp are at least more than twice the weight of this kind of actual combat!

High-intensity training brings elite soldiers, and soldiers armed with heavy weapons carry these things for training or combat every day!

Thinking about walking, Zhang Jiaming came to the gate of the steel fortress, as always, a team of halberd-wielding men with an average height of more than 1.85 meters blocked his way.

"Report your title and purpose!" With a rough voice, the officer on duty who led the team yelled very unceremoniously.

"Zhou Hua, the captain of the hundred people, the officer on duty, I was ordered to enter the inner city to participate in the joint meeting, and I was honored and rewarded!" Neither humble nor arrogant, Zhang Jiaming also took out the mark representing his identity - a delicate bronze medal engraved with a simple cup-shaped object, which was handed over to the duty officer for inspection before being released.

The layout of the inner city is very compact, and all of it is in accordance with the requirements of wartime! In order to prevent the soldiers from being left without resistance after the breaching of the outer fortress, each of the buildings was fortified to serve as a small fortress, and from the outermost outermost point onwards, granaries, armories, blacksmiths' factories, cisterns, stables for senior officers, clothing factories, and so on, were all lined up in two columns according to their different functions and importances. There are only three straight avenues to walk inside the entire fortress, each of which is not wide enough for five heavily armed warriors to walk side by side, which can be described as extremely narrow, and the end of the road is obvious, which leads to the highest fortress - the commanding height of the entire fortress, a self-contained tower full of twenty-five meters high! It used to be the main control room of the reservoir, but it has been converted into a command tower for the supreme leader here. From the outside, the modified reservoir has been completely transformed into a battle fortress armed to the top, the four walls are all covered with illuminated lanterns, and in their dim and staggered light, countless warriors in helmets and armor are patrolling every corner of the tower, and the occasional flash of light passes through their hands, it is the cold glow of their weapons that reminds those with ill intentions not to try to peek into the true strength of this fortress, And the skull stakes, which have been filled with countless zombies on the periphery, kindly warn the cannibals who is the only master of this land!

"Is Zhou Hua a hundred people long?" Although walking with his head down, Zhang Jiaming still heard a voice, as if someone was waiting for him there.

"I am, there is ....." Although he was surprised, Zhang Jiaming felt that he had no relatives here, except for the original sponsor, no one should know him?

Without looking up, Zhang Jiaming knew that the place where the voice came from was a dark corner, and a strange figure in a monk's costume was standing in the shadows, looking at him with a very strange expression.

"Demons who walk in the dark night, sunlight is their only Achilles' heel." The monk continued to hide in the path on the side of the road, as if he was afraid of something, Zhang Jiaming turned his face slightly, and watched in surprise as the monk in the same costume pulled out a sharp blade, although the light was very gray, but the luster on it was familiar to him - it was a long sword coated with sterling silver! "The Holy Cross does not give you strength, but it receives it from the plague? The evil pact you made with the demon allowed you to single-handedly save the vast majority of the population, ah, am I wrong? You, the self-proclaimed savior, wear a cloak of hypocrisy, pretend to be a servant of the Holy Lord, but are bent on dealing with the devil of the lower hell? ”

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Zhang Jiaming pulled out an iron dagger with his hand behind his back, it was his only weapon, and when he entered the inner city, all the weapons were searched, except for this one that hid him! "Are you charging a trumped-up charge?" Vigilously detecting possible hidden enemies nearby, Zhang Jiaming peeked at the pair of sentries standing guard closest to him, they heard the sound, and turned their heads to look here, fortunately, they just looked at it casually, and did not pay too much attention to the hundred people in military uniforms standing in the light here.

"Don't be nervous, I'm not your enemy, you have to be careful behind your back, remember, time is just a number to you or your enemy, always watch your back!" The strange monk whispered to Zhang Jiaming in the darkness and asked him to follow. After observing the surroundings again, after no one paid attention to his whereabouts, Zhang Jiaming submerged his figure into the darkness.

The long dagger was well against the monk's throat, and at the same time, the silver sword was also taken away, inserted into the scabbard, and was well controlled by Zhang Jiaming.

"You've come far from home, huh? Brotherhood of the Silver Hand? With a strange smile, Zhang Jiaming put the dagger close to the throat of the strange monk, making him nervous and not daring to relax for half a minute. Show me what you want to do, and don't try to fool me! ”

"Of course we know what you're here for! Honorable Great Chief, to be exact, I am here to make a deal on behalf of our leader! The restrained monk had no fear at all, and he dared to smile.

"Deal? Ha, isn't the Silver Hand trying to wipe us out? Doesn't your attack on my men from outside show your hostility? "The blade of taunt curls up to the softest part of the throat, just waiting to fulfill the master's wish." I think you're tired of it! Zhang Jiaming looked at the guy who was going to continue to fool himself very sincerely.

"No, I beg you, before I finish speaking.... Stay... I... The monk who was choked by the throat and choked up a little bit was very panicked.

"You only have one minute, otherwise, I promise I won't let the soldiers in the city find out that there is an extra corpse here!" Zhang Jiaming's pure black eyes flashed with an absolutely sinister evil light, and under that chilling gaze, the monk was almost about to collapse! Of course he knew that werewolves had a penchant for eating human flesh!

"Spencer!" He finally called out the name, albeit in a faint voice.

"Good, you saved your life, but you didn't tell you about your mission here!" Zhang Jiaming withdrew the dagger, and his dangerous glare was always like a sharp sword, and he did not leave the stranger in front of him for half a minute. "Tell me right away!"

"The Most High Sanctuary has ordered me to contact the leaders of the religious forces here and let them know that we have the same noble purpose! If you can, make them obey our leadership as much as possible! The monk's lips trembled, and he spoke with a pale face.

"Let me guess, you didn't make it?" Zhang Jiaming withdrew his vigilant gaze and looked at him with interest. "Or is it that you failed and didn't dare to go back and report it?"

"You Chinese are very people... Indissoluble... Really, it's puzzling. After stroking his throat a few times, the monk said reassuringly: "I tried my best to communicate with them, but the result was not very good, they didn't believe my intentions, but they kept me here, saying that it is still worth caring about what diplomatic channels are, besides, they are as fanatical as us in the worship of the Holy Lord, and even more inconvenient than us in some places!" ”

"Enough, monk, do you have a place to stay?" Zhang Jiaming returned the weapon to him, and by the way, pulled him closer so that he could observe his expression close to his face.

"Around the corner, I have a basement over there, you can find me there!"