By the time Qiu Ping came to the school ground, all the shrimp soldiers and crabs had already lined up neatly. All of them held their heads high and were full of energy.

Although it is called shrimp soldiers and crabs, the real number of races is far more than shrimp and crabs, and more ferocious fish such as snakeheads and catfish will also be cataloged.

In short, if you want to enter the team of shrimp soldiers and crab generals, in the final analysis, it depends on whether you can fight.

And those with high spiritual intelligence and deep roots, most of them have been pulled into the Shinto team, and the worst will be a small god from the ninth grade.

Seeing Qiu Ping coming, a group of shrimp soldiers and crabs were full of energy, waiting for the review.

They are tall and shortest, and most of their bodies have turned into human forms, with only some parts of their bodies still retaining racial characteristics.

Qiu Ping was born not tall, and under the backdrop of this group of shrimp soldiers and crab generals, he looked even shorter.

He was on his tiptoes, and he was not on the knees of these soldiers, which made him a little discouraged.

"Big man! Where's the big one? The mud snail on the side observed the words, and immediately shouted at the distance with his throat.

Let the leader be looked down upon, this is worth it!

With his voice going down a few times, in the stove room not far away, a huge body struggled to get out of it.

This big man was two feet tall, and he was roughly humanoid, with a body full of muscles and gray skin.

The huge head was round, without any hair, and two small black eyes dotted on both sides of the head, which added a bit of simplicity to his terrifying appearance.

An apron was tied around his body, and even for those tall shrimp soldiers and crab generals, it looked like a fart pocket on him.

Hearing someone call himself, the big man scratched his bare head and looked dazed.

"Lord Bing Cao came over to review, why don't you hurry up and carry the adults on your back and walk around the school grounds!" The mud snail jumped up and slapped the big man on the leg, shouting loudly.

"Oooh......"

The big man walked over a few steps and squatted down obediently, like a hill.

"Your Excellency, please."

The mud snail pointed at the big man's back, a flattering smile on his face.

"This ...... It's not good. Qiu Ping felt that this seemed to be a bit insulting to the monster, and he felt very embarrassed.

"My lord doesn't know, this is the work of the big man, his ancestors are doing the work of pulling the cart and carrying the sedan chair, and now they have a distant relative who is pulling the cart and carrying the chariot for the dragon king. If you don't let him carry it, how uncomfortable it will be for him. The mud snail spirit hurriedly explained to Qiu Ping.

"Is that so?" Qiu Ping looked at the big man, and then at the mud snail essence.

"It's comfortable, would you give it a try?" The mud snail spirit gave him an affirmative look, and Qiu Ping climbed onto the big man's back in a few steps.

The big man's back has two arched muscles, just like a saddle, and Qiu Ping sits on it.

Not to mention, don't look at the big man who looks five big and three thick, but his muscles are extremely soft, Qiu Ping sits on it as if he is sitting on a cotton mat.

Hey, that's so comfortable!

Qiu Ping suddenly found out sadly that he had just been promoted, and he had already been running wild on the road of corruption.

The big man slowly got up, and Qiu Ping's perspective continued to rise. By the time the big man stood up completely, he could see the whole queue.

I have to say that I don't know how the actual combat ability of these shrimp soldiers and crab generals is at the moment, but they all look really good, and they look majestic.

Standing like a forest at the moment, full of oppression.

Ordinary little monsters, I'm afraid that just seeing such a scene is already weak.

The mud snail spirit led the way in front and carefully introduced the situation in the army to Qiu Ping. He has been a military clerk in the school for 100 years, and he is very familiar with everything here.

For example, there are two commanders among these shrimp soldiers and crab generals, one is a shrimp inspector, and the other is a crab captain. One is from the ninth grade, and the other is the ninth grade, although there is a gap in rank, but because of the different division of labor, there is no distinction between upper and lower levels.

The patrol is responsible for arresting and picketing, and the captain is in charge of leading the soldiers.

Under the introduction of the mud snail spirit, the two also rushed to meet the newly appointed loach soldier Cao.

Qiu Ping looked at the tall and mighty, crimson shrimp inspector in front of him, and suddenly remembered that he also knew a shrimp inspector before, but the other party died in the Infernal Hell, and the two of them went to the Dragon Monarch Hall together to participate in the race.

The little loach has a sense of what is wrong in his heart.

Qiu Ping sat on the back of the big man, walked around the school field, and got to know the gods and spirits in the army.

Although there are a large number of shrimp soldiers and crabs, there are only five people who have the identity of gods. In addition to the shrimp inspection, the crab captain and the mud snail essence, there is another clerk and the master of the army. The master is still Qiu Ping's old acquaintance, and he is an old turtle who served as a river god in Chenjiaping before.

"Lord Bingcao, do you want the team to practice first? Do you give me pointers? The mud snail spirit hunched over and asked tentatively.

"Okay." Qiu Ping sat on the big man and walked around, feeling a little sleepy.

Everything is in order here, everyone is doing their own thing, and he doesn't seem to be able to interfere with anything.

The series of Liwei strategies prepared in the stomach before coming were useless, these shrimp soldiers and crabs were obedient one by one, and even their commanders were as obedient as kittens in front of Qiu Ping.

"It's boring."

Qiu Ping really yawned, reached out and touched the big man's head.

Not to mention, it's pretty slippery.

Sensing something strange in his head, the big man tilted his head and tried to look upward, and the two little black bean-like eyes rolled their eyes. After a while, he looked left and right blankly.

"Drink!"

Just when Qiu Ping habitually began to paddle, bursts of shouting erupted on the school field.

A group of shrimp soldiers and crabs will each raise their steel forks and stab forward. One by one, the action standards are strong and heavy, and there is a tragic trend between the shots.

Any one of them is put in the world, and they are all fierce generals who cross the battlefield.

Their moves are unfancy, but when they gather in one place and stab forward at the same time, they have the courage to destroy the mountains.

Although these shrimp soldiers and crabs have only been established for about half a year, they have already shown a hint of elite flavor.

The school field was lively in drills, and the big man under Qiu Ping was fascinated.

"Huang Wenwen, the big man is so strong, why didn't he enlist in the army? Instead, let him do the drudgery of these packers? Qiu Ping asked a little strangely.

The big man's body is stronger than any shrimp soldier and crab general, and he is probably a good hand if he enters the army.

It's too wasteful to do coolies.

(End of chapter)