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"Yan Sanjun, Sanjun, are you the third in the family?"

"Yes."

"Did your brothers join the army too?"

"Nope."

"And where are they?"

"Outside the field."

"Are they very good at training outside?"

"I don't know."

"Why don't you know?"

“……”

Ye Zhiqiu seemed to be very curious about everything, and along the way, he kept asking questions, as if his mouth was born to be a chatterbox, as long as it was opened, it couldn't stop.

Later, Yan Sanjun was simply silent, without saying a word, listening to Ye Zhiqiu talking to himself alone.

The place where the recruits gather is in the Castle Lord's Mansion, which is in the center of Mustard City, representing the authority of the Underworld.

On the square, people have already arrived one after another, they are in groups of three or five, gathered together, it seems that they should all be from the same family or force.

Of course, there are also some scattered drifters, they are all diaspora, there is no organization behind them, and they like to go alone. These people live a very hard life, and most of the time they join the army to make a living.

Yan Sanjun walked around the crowd, and when he saw that there was nothing to do, he was bored and found a place, sat cross-legged, and meditated quietly to rest.

And Ye Zhiqiu, who came with him, disappeared as soon as he arrived in the square, and he didn't know where he went.

After about an hour, nearly 1,000 people had gathered in the square, and there were many people.

"Silence! Quiet! ”

Suddenly, a gruff voice fell like thunder, drowning out all the noise.

Everyone was shocked, and they looked up one after another, only to see that on the wall of the City Lord's Mansion, a burly figure was **** on his upper body, looking down with a tiger's eye.

"Shut up. You little minions! The man spoke in a hoarse voice, and roared in anger.

This is a soldier, a real soldier, not a small soldier who is not in the stream. They have a breath of anger in their bodies, sometimes angry, sometimes murderous.

Everyone seemed to be shocked by his momentum, and for a while, the audience was silent and silent.

"Hmph, count you as acquaintances. From now on, if I don't let you speak, no one will be allowed to speak, otherwise, they will be dealt with immediately by military law. Do you understand everything? The man said with a solemn face.

"......" Everyone didn't seem to have reacted yet, and no one on the field responded.

"Huh? I'm asking you, do you understand? The man roared suddenly.

"Yes! Be! The one who came to his senses was the first to reply. Then, more people chimed in. The voice of the answer, like a pot of porridge, stirred together, is indistinct.

"A bunch of fools, I'll ask one last time, do you understand? Give me a loud answer. The man was an anxious man, and he couldn't help but pat his head and yell.

"Yes!" This time, the shouts were barely in unison.

"Good, good. Now, then, let me read out the discipline of the army to you little minions. You have all listened to me, not only to listen, but also to remember, to remember in your head, and not to forget it for the rest ......of your life."

Next, there is a long article of boring and uninteresting military discipline. It's nothing more than talking about what can be done and what can't be done.

Yan Sanjun was not interested in hearing this, he had been immersed in his own world, practicing silently, and did not miss a minute or a second.

After another hour, when the military discipline was read, the big man foamed at the mouth and shouted, "Have you all heard clearly? If you dare to violate one of these disciplines you just read about, don't blame military law for being ruthless. Okay, fix it for a quarter of an hour, and someone will take you to pick up the military supplies later. ”

Military quarters are some commonly used items, including the most basic military uniforms and weapons. There is a difference between the military allocation of the underworld army and the private army of the city lord, and it is not at the same level at all. The materials of the underworld army are uniformly distributed by the underworld underworld, while the materials of the private soldiers are all purchased at the personal expense of the city lord, so the quality is slightly inferior.

Yan Sanjun changed into his newly collared military uniform, weighed the short knife in his hand, and thought of the mourning stick he had used, he couldn't help but be speechless, and said to himself: "It's really not a little worse!" ”

Of course, no one knew that what he was comparing in his heart was a spiritual artifact.

"Alright, it's almost time. Everyone assembles and is ready to go. An old soldier looked at the hour, waved a flag, and shouted.

The recruits, who had just dressed themselves, immediately gathered when they heard the order. It's just that because you haven't received any training, everyone is in a hurry, you push me, and you knock down a lot of people for a while.

", a bunch of. Do you even need to be taught such a trivial thing as standing in line? Are you here to join the army? I think you're here to tease. Give you half an hour to assemble, or you will all be hungry today. The old soldier humiliated them as much as he could, with a little smugness in his seriousness. Actually, I think that's how they came back then.

Soon, everyone divided into multiple strongholds in their respective families and sorted out the team.

Yan Sanjun blended in with the scattered crowd and deliberately avoided his own people. His reputation in the family is too strong now, and if he stays with his clansmen, I am afraid that it will be a lot of inconvenience.

Once the team was assembled, the 1,000 men were divided into ten squads, and each team temporarily elected a commander, who were randomly selected by the veterans who led the team, without any comparison or selection. Because, according to the veterans, after arriving at the barracks, the position of commander will have to be selected separately.

An old soldier walked slowly, he glanced at the crowd, pointed out a person seemingly randomly, and said, "You, come and be their commander, you all have to listen to him before you reach the barracks." ”

Everyone looked at the old soldier's fingers, and saw a handsome young man in the crowd step forward and commanded, "Yes." ”

This young man looks polite, although he has a military uniform, it is difficult to hide his delicate posture. Moreover, especially important, when he answered, his throat seemed to have a piece of ice in his mouth, which made everyone feel quite toothy.

"Report!" In the crowd, there was a big man who was unconvinced: "Why let him be the commander?" ”

"Huh? Presumptuous, who made you speak? The veteran shouted angrily, pulled out a leather whip casually, and with a "snap", it was whipped on the man.

"Ouch!" The big man screamed miserably, his body shuddered, and he involuntarily shrank back.

"Hmph, who else is not convinced?" The veteran said triumphantly.

Yan Sanjun remained silent, standing quietly behind watching the play, just now, he had already discovered that the chosen commander turned out to be an acquaintance, she was the daughter of the city lord, Niu Siyu.

Although I don't know why Niu Siyu dressed as a man and mixed in the barracks, there is one thing Yan Sanjun can be sure of, that is, he must stay away from this woman.