Once again, he came to the slave market in Dìdū, this time Du Wei was much more careful, he put on a high cloak and hat to cover his face, dismounted, and in the crowd, only followed General Longbottom.

Today it seems that there are much fewer people in the slave market. Although the three of them led the horses, it was not difficult for them to walk. Little Sandy was a little more difficult, and the little stallion he rode was a little disobedient and always against Little Sandy.

"You should whip him a few times" General Longbottom glanced at the kid and muttered, "These brutes are like that, the weaker you are, the more they will bully you." ”

But first Sandy was a little reluctant, this was the first horse in his life. The kind Made's butler also promised little Sandy that the little stallion could be given to him for his exclusive use. Looking at the beautiful chestnut fur on this horse, Sandy's whip could not fall.

"Here it is. Longbottom parked his horses at the end of the long street away from Slave Square, where there was a little less traffic, and the nearest slave trader's high platform was a hundred meters away. On the other hand, Du Wei saw that on the streets on both sides, there were many people wearing white sè cloths on their bodies or arms, some were young people, some were middle-aged, and some low-level samurai were down-and-out.

Sometimes, Du Wei really didn't understand these down-and-out samurai, even if their rank was very low, even if they only had the first level, but at least they were samurai with a formal rank. How did you get to this point?

If they are willing to serve as soldiers, the empire's huge territory needs a large number of troops to defend it, and there are notices of recruiting new soldiers almost every year. These low-level samurai, with their skills, are they not even qualified to be soldiers?

However, when Du Wei later learned: This is probably the so-called persistence or dignity of the warrior. In the eyes of the samurai, even if it was just the lowest level of samurai, if it was not for the old corner, they would never want to go to the army as a small soldier.

They were samurai, samurai with a formal rank, and they couldn't tolerate being in the army, being called at and out by some ordinary people. They would rather be the lowliest bodyguards in the carriage shop. Even hard work. But into the army?

Unless it's an officer!

But there are no major wars in the empire at present, it can be said that the whole continent is very calm, without war, it will be difficult to be promoted in the army, from a small soldier to a small captain, if it is a war, it may be possible to do it in a day, but in peacetime, I am afraid that this process will take several years, or even longer!

"It's like the college students I saw in my previous life who couldn't find a job, and they would rather be unemployed and wait for opportunities, and not many people are willing to go to a restaurant to serve dishes for a living," Du Wei sighed secretly

Looking at the corners on both sides of the street, those warriors with blank faces, holding rusty swords, with indifferent expressions and empty eyes, Du Wei suddenly felt a little emotional.

Crash!

Longbottom took something draped in black cloth from his horse and threw it on the ground. From the shape, it looks like a long bundle of strips, and from the sound it looks like metal?

That's right, it's metal.

As Longbottom untied the cloth, a long bundle of iron rods was revealed, the simplest of them. There are a lot of them that are even rusty, and God knows where this guy found these things from.

Uh, he couldn't have torn down the house and removed the beams, right?

Then, Longbottom seemed to know the rules of the slave market, and without being reminded by Sandy, he grabbed an iron rod in his hand and plunged it into the ground.

It seems that years of prison life have not wasted the general's martial arts, and he easily inserted an iron rod into the hard stone path, and then put the black cloth on top of the iron bar.

The meaning of this is simple: solicitation.

Soon, the people of the neighborhood, young and old, who were looking for work, gathered around, and everyone had pleading and expectation on their faces, but little Sandy soon shouted loudly under Longbottom's direction:

"Samurai! We need samurai! real samurai!"

The sharp children's voices streaked across the long street, but it seemed to ignite a little fire in the numb eyes of the down-and-out samurai on the street corner!

As if the dying saw hope, those guys who were dressed in shabby clothes and holding long swords, many of them were jīng gods, subconsciously stood up straight, and then strode towards here.

The rest of the people who were looking for work shook their heads in helpless disappointment and walked away.

"Your Excellency, may I ask who you need?" an old man who looked to be Du Wei's grandfather squeezed in, he was dressed in a shabby gray sackcloth and the iron sword in his arms Du Wei even doubted that it could be pulled out, because the sword was covered with yellow-brown rust.

"Is it an adventuring party recruit?"

"Are you a guard?" Do you need bodyguards? I'm a samurai!!"

For a while, a large number of people gathered around, and most of them were the same, with a scruffy beard on their faces, and the following line was missing

And the bigger thing is that these guys definitely don't call you "sir" like other job seekers, they just call you "Your Excellency".

It's a reflection of their own identity: I'm different from ordinary people, I'm a samurai!

"Push away, push away!" Longbottom looked impatient, his eyes swept over the people crowded in front of him, and muttered in a low voice: "Why is the quality of these guys getting worse and worse now! Hey! Say you! Push away! Give me some space!"

Longbottom's huge body was like a monster, and he didn't see how angry he was, so he pushed away the guy who was too crowded in front of the pass, and then he raised his voice and shouted: "Give Lao Tzu quiet!

He raised his big hand like a fan, pointed at the crowd in front of him, and shouted: "I need people, but I don't need waste! I need people with unique skills, unique skills! Understand? As long as you can have unique skills that satisfy me, I am no more than what is the level of a samurai on your body?

Tricky?

A lot of people fell silent.

"Didn't anyone try?" Longbottom's eyes looked a little disappointed. He turned back to Du Wei and sighed: "Damn, one generation is not as good as the next." In the past, I could still dig up a few useful people here, but now? Look at this waste! They obviously don't have much ability, and they still hold on to their own shit! It's gold that always shines, but if it's not gold, it's just a waste that doesn't deserve sympathy. ”

After waiting for a long time, no one stepped forward, Longbottom was a little impatient, and shouted: "Don't you even have a little special skill? Hell, you are a warrior! Show your proudest martial arts to Lao Tzu, if you have no ability, get out of the way! Don't take up a place! Guard your corner and die!"

He said it very politely, but from Du Wei's point of view, although it was mean, it made a lot of sense!

This world is very realistic! If you obviously don't have the ability, but you still cling to some bullshit and insist on it, that's stupid! It's better to honestly find a job and live hard!

The waste of dreaming all day long does not deserve sympathy.

"Excuse me, Your Excellency, what are you talking about?" a thin man struggled to squeeze through the crowd, "Can you make it clear?"

"I don't care what you are. Longbottom grinned, "What are you best at?" Show it to me. ”

"I'm good at swordsmanship, Your Excellency. The skinny guy raised his sword with great effort: "My samurai rank is"

"Well, I don't care about your level. Longbottom waved his hand impatiently: "If you had the title of level five or six, you wouldn't be here." Show off what you're capable of. ”

The lanky samurai blushed, then he picked up a stone and brushed it on the wall next to him to draw a life-size portrait.

He took a few steps back, then took a deep breath and drew his sword abruptly

Brush brush brush brush

The sword stabbed out lightly and quickly, and the blade of the sword rained down on the human pattern on the wall.

Finally, when the skinny guy stepped away, Longbottom squinted at the humanoid pattern, and his eyes lit up!

On that humanoid pattern, the two eyes, the throat, the ribs, and the crotch of the pants were all stabbed!

Fast and accurate! Every sword of this warrior was very poisonous and pierced in these parts, all of which were covered by armor!

His swordsmanship is generally seen as a bit vile, and some are not very upright, like a poisonous snake.

And the badge on his chest

It's just a first-class samurai?!

"Okay, you stay, I want it!" Longbottom laughed and said loudly, "Who else !!"

The second guy to be recruited by Longbottom was a left-hander. This very short guy was probably malnourished since he was a child, and he was even about the same height as little Sandy, but he showed a few sword moves at hand, and was asked down by Longbottom.

"He's a left-hander, and the swordsmanship he uses is all in the opposite direction to ordinary people, and when he fights, the enemy will find it very uncomfortable, and this is a nice guy. Longbottom's explanation.

The third one passed was a fat man who seemed to be almost as tall as Longbottom. This fat man looks like a winter melon, but his unique skills make Du Wei can't think of it.

"I can get beaten, and I'm not afraid of pain. The fat man grinned, "I was born with no pain. ”

As he spoke, he pulled open his clothes, revealing his chest full of black hair, casually pulled out his sword, and chopped his body twice, which was really not light! The blood was dripping, and the skin was open, but the fat man's face was very calm: "Your Excellency, I have no talent for martial arts, and I am only a first-class warrior now." But I'm willing to bet that in a real battle, I can kill at least three first-class samurai by myself! Because they cut me a few times, as long as it is not fatal, my combat effectiveness will not be affected! But if I slash them, they will not be able to withstand it. ”

So, this guy was also taken in.

Next, a few more quirky guys were also accepted. There were a few people's unique skills that surprised Du Wei

Hell, is this just light work? Seeing a skinny guy like skin and bones, it didn't take much effort to run up to the roof, running back and forth, light like a tanuki.

There is also a guy who is actually good at imitation, he can imitate the sounds of all kinds of animals, and even the sound of mice fighting is vividly imitated by him.

"I'll be a good scout!"

"And me!" one guy squeezed out of the crowd: "I used to be an Orion, I would lay all kinds of traps, and in the mountains, with my nose and glasses, I could find the nearest mountain path and water source in the most difficult conditions!"

After recruiting these people, Longbottom looked at the guys next to him who were still full of expectations, but no one came out to answer anymore, and he shouted at the guys who didn't want to leave, "What's the matter? Who else wants to try?"

"It's not fair! Someone in the crowd shouted, "They are not real samurai! They are just roosters and dog thieves! Real samurai can only speak with swords! We don't learn to shout animals or climb into other people's houses like thieves!"

Longbottom sneered, grabbed the bundle of iron rods on the ground, stuck them on the ground one by one, and then said coldly: "You people think it's unfair? Okay! Then let you use your sword to speak! Whoever can use the sword in your hand to cut off an iron rod, I will accept him!"

A sword to cut off an iron rod?

Although each of these iron rods is not too thick, it is at least as thick as a child's arm. Slash with a sword?

Unless you're a warrior with a fighting spirit!, or you have a sword in your hand!

Otherwise, it can't be done.

But if you can display your fighting spirit or have a sword, who will still be downcast here? A samurai who can display your fighting spirit will not have to worry about running out of food.

Lombard's hand left everyone speechless.

"Alas" Longbottom sighed, he seemed to be a little disappointed, he had been busy for so long, although he had recruited some strange talents, but he still hadn't met a warrior from the city.

At this moment, a calm voice from the crowd came out.

"Why don't you let me try?"

Immediately, the crowd was separated, and a tall guy, who looked to be in his thirties, dressed in coarse cloth clothes, walked with a steady killing aura.

Longbottom's eyes lit up as soon as he saw this guy. According to his experience, although he doesn't know this pragmatic strength, from the perspective of his temperament, this guy is definitely a real person who has experienced real life and death fighting, and he has also seen blood and killed people!

"Your name. Longbottom narrowed.

"Please call me Lao Yan, that's what my friends call me. The samurai seemed to hesitate, and the name he gave was simply a nickname. And his accent seems to be a native of dìdū.

Du Wei found that although this guy was holding his chest up, there was a strong smell of herbs on his body, and it seemed that he had injuries on his body?

Longbottom also discovered that this guy who called himself "Old Smoke" was vaguely wrapped in bandages in his chest clothes, and the location of this wound seemed to be in the heart?

"Are you hurt?" Longbottom frowned.

"Yes, right here. Lao Yan pointed to his heart: "But my life is big, my heart is naturally a little bit more biased than ordinary life." ”

With that, he drew his sword and took a breath

Brush!

A clear sword light flashed, and the faint brilliance of the fighting spirit surprised the surrounding onlookers!

This is a vindictive samurai! That means his samurai level should be at least level four!

How could a fourth-level warrior be downcast like this?

Yes, this old smoke is the "Imperial Forest Army" who was in the coup d'état and was originally going to be reviewed.

The guy who was thinking about the title of "knight" before he died.

Click!

An iron rod was cut into two ends in response, and the old smoke seemed to be a little wheezing, as if the action just now had pulled the wound, he took a deep breath and looked at Longbottom, but his eyes crossed Longbottom and fell on Du Wei behind.

After all, he was born in the Imperial Forest Army, and he could see at a glance who was the real family member here.

"Can I count as passed?"

"Yes", it was Dewey who spoke, "please tell me what you are asking for, Your Excellency." ”

Lao Yan was silent for a while, his eyes showed a hint of boredom, and he said slowly: "Leave dìdū." If you're recruiting people to leave dìdū, I'm willing to take care of you. I just want to get out of here. ”