I'm either crazy or dead to come to this kind of hellish place to suffer.

Shi Cheng sat in the council hall, and what he saw was a group of people fighting for power and profit, and what he heard was a group of people fighting for power noisily. He couldn't help but think of a phrase that a friend from his previous life had said to him: When you're surrounded by a swarm of flies, it's hard to imagine you're not in a dung pit.

That's right, Shi Cheng thought indignantly.

The entire membership of Fang Guo consisted of 20,000 men, organized into a team of 300, of which 100 were 100 men and the remaining 200 were 50 people. The council consisted of the captains of these 300 teams, who were of various professions, known as the superiors, who were responsible for the day-to-day running of the country in peacetime, and did not hand over their power to the commander, the leader of all samurai, until wartime.

Shi Cheng is the commander of the Fifth Field Regiment and the captain of the 100-man team directly under him, so he naturally has the qualifications to attend the meeting.

There is no room for speculation in the arena world. As a simple example, if a clever ghost who is good at drilling camp is thrown here and wants to leave on the premise of saving his life, then the first thing he has to do is to get points, the second thing to do is to spend points, and the last thing to do is to improve his strength in the cycle of gaining points and then consuming points, until he reaches the passing line and gets a chance to go home or challenge further.

So the key question is, how to get points?

The answer is that you can only follow the rules of the game set by the main god, honestly pick a profession, and then perform well to earn it. As for the clever exploitation, bribe a super artificial intelligence that can wipe out the entire parallel world and eradicate even harmful bacteria to open a back door for himself? Hehe, there are no chimneys.

Without speculation, the benefits that power can bring to those in higher positions are naturally limited. At most, it is to satisfy one's own vanity, or to have a personal slave who can comfort one's lonely soul in the dead of night. The downside? Obviously, once they lose the battle, they will never be able to run away from the responsibility. The clear soup and fresh water are also carried by the black pot, and it stands to reason that no one should remember such a position.

But the higher-ups don't sit in such seats.

“…… So as I said, *** is the best choice to take over as manager! He deserves to be recommended by the council to be a candidate for this election! Only xx would refuse to admit his abilities! ”

"You're purely in xxxx, *** has always been xxxx, far worse than **! **More eligible to run! ”

"You are xxxx, xxx with xxx. Just because you also want to borrow the ** upper chicken dog to ascend to heaven? Bah! Go for your xx big dreams! xxx！ ”

"x your mother! Do you xxx try it again? Your xx dad xx your xx mom gave birth to a dead xx play! ”

The debate in the council, as always, soon entered the flying mother mode. Shi Cheng closed his eyes and activated the sensitive word filtering ability, and those names and expletives were immediately automatically replaced with beeps in his ears. This low-level ability was bought by Shi Cheng before he first participated in the meeting, and the points he spent were quite painful at first, but now it seems that it is too cheap.

Although the coach is elected by all members of Fang Guo, not everyone can be the candidate for the election. First of all, he must be an Awakened One. Secondly, he must be the head of the regiment. Third, he must have the prestige to be able to subdue the crowd. Finally, he must have the recommendation of the council.

The battle of the Divine Will was defeated, and many of the top positions were killed along with the boss, leaving a bunch of vacancies in the council. Who will fill these holes has not only become the top priority for those who aspire to be turnips, but also a competition between those who choose turnips

If you can recommend your friends as candidates, if your friends can win the coach election, if your friends can appoint their other friends as captains after becoming managers, if your friends can work hard to win the battle of divine will in the future......

Congratulations, the Lord God will credit your account with a copy of the points they earned from killing enemies, even if you stayed safe in the main city during the entire battle, without lifting a single finger.

"I think Head Shi Cheng can run for the position of coach. Who is in favor? ”

These words were like thunder in dry land, waking up Shi Cheng, who was almost sleeping. He quickly stretched his neck, as if to see which pig teammate or rival was going to put him on the fire to roast, but he collided with Xu Bo's gaze.

"Yes, the Fifth Regiment fought well this time."

"Yes, Regiment Commander Shi has a lot of experience in commanding operations with ten or a thousand people, and he is fully qualified to be a candidate."

"Yes."

"Yes."

The situation took a sharp turn, and the proposal to grant the fifth regiment head the right to run for election was instantly approved by more than half of the participants. Without any nonsense, the acting speaker of the council, who is also the high priest, slammed a small stone hammer on the table of the stone table, announcing that Shi Cheng was officially a candidate for the head coach.

Dozens of feet stepped on the ground, and dozens of mouths shouted, "Shi Cheng!" Shi Cheng! Shi Cheng! ”

Towards noon, they identified two more candidates, and Xu Bo adjourned the meeting to move on to other topics in the afternoon. Everyone got up to leave, and Shi Cheng seized the opportunity and stopped the high priest outside the hall door.

"We need to talk."

Xu Bo looked at the head of the Fifth Regiment calmly, he had expected that Shi Cheng would come to him. "Okay, it just so happens that I also made an appointment with someone else, let's go to my place to talk together."

Xu Bo's living room wasn't particularly large, but it was more than enough for eight big men to gather around for a meeting. They sat cross-legged on bamboo mats, drinking and eating fruit while chatting.

"This is the first time I've entered your old man's boudoir," said Huang Zhaocai, the head of the Eighth Regiment, who is one of the three candidates competing for the position of coach, that is, the one who has always been xxxx in the mouth of a certain superior, and is far worse than ***. "Don't say it, it's pretty clean."

"Me too, I didn't expect you to like this tune, High Priest." The third candidate, Zhang An, was playing with a terracotta figurine, and the facial features on it vaguely had the characteristics of Xu Bo, and it was decently made. "Versatile."

"It's ridiculous, it's all her masterpiece." Xu Bo waved his hand behind him, and Wei Cao lowered her head a little embarrassed.

The other three commanders of the field regiment and the commander of the city defense regiment were silent and drank alcohol. The chief clerk hugged another of the high priest's personal slaves and kissed them from head to toe.

Everyone spent an hour in such a relaxed or dull way, and when there was really nothing to talk about, the commander of the sixth regiment cautiously put forward his proposal.

"I think it's about the same now, right?"

"I think so." Xu Bo slapped his face, "You all go down." ”

The women bowed in unison and exited the room one by one. Grass triggers an ability attached to the slab, blocking the doorway. The Chief Affairs Officer changed his previous obscenity and set up a barrier with a serious expression to isolate possible anomaly detection.

"Hell! Xu Bo, have I offended you? Shi Cheng, who had been holding back for a long time, opened his mouth to question.

"Do you mean the last few days? Probably not," Xu Bo replied, half-jokingly, scanning the room, "Has he offended me?" ”

"Stop making trouble!" Shi Cheng was furious, "You know what I'm referring to!" Why are you pranking me? ”

"Pits? I have reservations about your wording. How many second-order samurai have you killed since you awakened? ”

"Does that have anything to do with what we're talking about?"

"Of course, how many have you killed?"

“…… Seven, or maybe six, I can't remember. ”

"Aha, six or seven, now I gave you the chance to be promoted to a third-order samurai without having to risk your life to kill four or three women as powerful as you, and you say I'm cheating on you?" Xu Bo put down the pottery bowl in his hand. Ever since he was with Vicky, he had stopped drinking from a vessel made of a woman's skull. "Look me in the eye, do you dare to say that you really don't want to be a manager?"

Shi Cheng avoided his gaze, "It's false to say that I don't want to, but I'm not suitable." I don't want to hurt the harmony, especially with the two of them. ”

The High Priest sighed, "You two, who will explain to him?" ”

Huang Zhaocai and Zhang An looked at each other for a moment, and the head of the tenth regiment shook his head slightly, so the commander of the eighth regiment said, "I'll come."

"Wait, don't we use telepathy?"

"You can't trust me?" The Chief Clerk was unhappy.

"I didn't mean ......, alas! Forget it, you better just say it, Lao Huang. ”

"You know that the council used to have the most people in the Guards, right?"

Shi Cheng bowed his head, and half of the three hundred high-ranking people in the pre-war council had served in the Guards Regiment. "Yes."

"After losing this battle of divine will, they ......"

Xu Bo coughed, and Huang Zhaocai immediately changed his words: "We have lost a lot of people, and now the balance in the council has been broken, and some people have begun to have some thoughts, well, not very sunny."

Shi Cheng looked at his two rivals and friends, their regiment had the most survivors after the war, and basically retained the formation. "Your little brother wants to make trouble? Completely overwhelmed the Guards Regiment? ”

"It's his little brother who wants to make trouble," Zhang An took over, "There is a fool under him who proposes to hold the Guards Regiment accountable for the disadvantage of the battle and abandon the responsibility for the commander's escape." ”

"He was instigated!" Huang Zhaocai became excited, "I know him, he must have been used!" ”

"Then he's a fool who was sold and helped count the money! You didn't even ask a fart from him, shame on you! ”

Huang Zhaocai's face was flushed, and he wanted to defend a few words, but Shi Cheng stopped him. "It turns out that it was your people who took Wang Li and they stabbed?"

"Huh? Did you just know? ”

"I haven't reported to the council since I came back. As for the accountability of the Guards Corps, I have heard from others, and it is all second-hand information. ”

"Then why did you go again today?" The head of the city defense regiment asked.

"Today is not a candidate selection, I am purely in the spirit of participation. But whoever wants to watch and watch, it will become someone else's excitement watching me. ”

"Who is Wang Li?" The head of the sixth regiment asked.

"A friend of the Guards Regiment, whom we met when we were fleeing for our lives, heard that he had been sent to the north to be the chief." Shi Cheng turned to Huang Zhaocai, "Old Huang, don't think I'm ugly. Lao Zhang is right, that subordinate of yours is a fool, and he is so pure! ”

"Look," Xu Bo said, "the situation is already obvious. Although the power of the Guards Regiment is not as strong as before, it still has some foundation. This kind of thing happened, once Lao Huang ran for election, they would definitely boycott it. ”

"And if the head of the Tenth Regiment runs, the Guards Regiment will definitely boycott." Zhang An said, "The two of us didn't deal with each other before. ”

"This kind of boycott comes and goes, and the election will drag on for a long time. And what we lack most is time, and we must rebuild our combat readiness as soon as possible. The Chief of Affairs said. So we need someone who is acceptable to all parties. ”

"Me? I'm not very familiar with the Guards, if they ...... too."

"They won't, didn't you just say? Wang Li is your friend. Xu Bo's eyes were like torches.

Shi Cheng looked at the other four field regiment commanders, the five of them were the only second-order samurai who were qualified to command a thousand people to fight and run for commander after the war. "You all think so?"

"What do you say?" The commander of the second regiment, who had never spoken, asked rhetorically, "Anyway, I'm a bare-bones commander now." ”

"Me too, you still have two hundred soldiers." The head of the sixth regiment followed up.

"If it weren't for the emotions of the brothers in the group, we would have withdrawn from the election a long time ago." The commander of the 10th regiment said what he and the commander of the 8th regiment said together. "You have to do it."

"Uh, this, I, I should, should, um, let me think about it, think about it."

"We didn't expect you to say yes right away, Captain Shi." The high priest bites us very hard, "But you have no other choice, and so do we." ”

After everyone left, Xu Bo sat alone for a long time. Wei Cao arranged for her sisters to clean up the banquet and kneel beside him, "Master? ”

Her master suddenly said something headless, "I'm so tired of acting." ”

"Master, is this really good?"

"What if not? My moon. Xu Bo looked at his woman, "I don't have any other choice. ”