This news was certainly not a particularly secret, because from the next day, Qi Lang found that many ambitious corporals had begun to redouble their efforts.

This is unimaginable in normal times - Moody and Church actually began to discuss the technique of power and how to maintain stability under high pressure during sword training, and the bow and arrow training became extremely lively, and Sean pestered Lieutenant Maggie every day to give him more weight, so that Gulf now looked at him with hostility.

And the most surprising is Ou U. He really began to train hard, the wide robe has been wet almost since the morning run, the smell of sweat is so heavy that people almost dare not approach, the time to return to the tent at night is also late, I don't know what hidden place he chose to practice for himself alone, anyway, Qi Lang felt as if he had become a completely different person, silent, gloomy, like a brown bear preparing for hibernation.

Qi Lang secretly guessed in his heart that Ou Wu must have great hopes for the position of vice captain. As an inferior person from a different race in the south, there was no other way for Owu to make this group of white lads identify with him, but to keep working upwards and use his amazing natural talents to gain more honor.

In contrast, the most relaxed is probably Gulf. He was a man of few ambitions, and he had always tried to avoid making himself the target of public criticism. In Gurve's view, the profession of soldier is just a way for him and Harry Sr. to get out of poverty, and to rush too far along that path means more challenges to face, and of course he doesn't want to be too far behind, which will mean that income may also be left behind.

Now, Gurf has pushed Qi Lang to the front line, or to put it another way, he has pushed Qi Lang to the edge of honor, and he has automatically and consciously taken on the task of giving advice in the back, and this is the role that Gurf thinks is the most suitable for him. Find a way to get your friends what they deserve, and that's enough.

Qi Lang was of course a very ambitious soldier, and he had already planned a grand blueprint for himself in his heart, but on that drawing, the position of deputy captain was never marked. He really wanted to be the leader of a warband, but before he could do that, he had to prove that he could be much better, far better than shooting a mutant liger or punching Ou, or at least become a warrior like Quill and make his name resounding on the continent of North Lelicum.

In addition, Qi Lang also felt that he did not have much chance of winning in this competition, because he was still behind a considerable number of people in terms of combat rank, even if Ensign Mei Ji might be very optimistic about himself, it was still an obstacle that could not be ignored.

Half of them have already been promoted to the rank of beginner warriors, and it is said that Felix has used no less than fifty junior spirit stones to attack the low-level warriors, although he doesn't seem to have succeeded, but since Major William still has countless spirit stones in supply, it is estimated that it is only a matter of time before he leads again.

And Qi Lang no longer has any spirit stones in his hands.

That mysterious voice said that relying on the spiritual power of the spirit stone to advance might not be Qi Lang's way out. But for this, Qi Lang actually did not give up. He knew that he might have some differences with these white soldiers, but from the moment he entered the camp of the Whirling Front, he had already begun to be convinced that he would be able to do what the white lads could do.

But how do you break down this fateful barrier?

Just when Qi Lang was puzzled, everything seemed to have taken a turn again. It was one weekend when Qi Lang was being questioned about his troubles at Dr. Qom's office, and the kind doctor gave him good advice - to ask Lao Zhan.

Old Zhan's shabby wooden house is on the south side of the town, and at the end of Knight's Alley, you can see it when you are about to enter the water of the Etri River. It was a low house with a thatched roof, and it looked even more dilapidated than the new house that Old Harry had bought.

Qi Lang knocked for a long time, and Lao Zhan slowly opened the door and led him in. It looked like he had just finished afternoon tea, and the table was a mess, and between the slices of dry bread, a few cockroaches scattered in panic.

"Corporal Ou Long, what kind of wind blew you to Lao Zhan's house?" Lao Zhan's pronunciation was still not accurate, but Qi Lang was very surprised that he recognized him.

"Hello, Mr. Zhan. That's right, I'm a little confused and want to ask you for advice. Qi Lang said straight to the point.

"Oh, poor little one. Soldiers will be confused, but what can I, an old man, help you?" Old Zhan seemed to have forgotten that when he was eating the overlord meal at Dr. Qom's house, he was going to blow up all the cowhides.

Qi Lang didn't pay much attention to it, because Dr. Qom had instructed that as long as he put that small packet of roast lamb leg on the table, Lao Zhan would become a friend who could make friends with him.

"What is this? don't tell me, this is a dinner for me?" Lao Zhan's eyes really lit up, and he cleaned up the entire table with one sleeve, "By the way, you seem to say that you have some confusion, let's listen, I guess there is nothing that Lao Zhan can't solve." ”

"Dr. Coombe says it's best not to eat more than 100 grams of leg of lamb per meal, for the sake of your body. Qi Lang forced a smile, but he didn't forget to bring Dr. Coombe's order.

"Of course I know, my child. Old Zhan smiled slyly and said, "But he probably didn't mention that the interval between meals must be more than half an hour, right? But you, Ou Long, I can see that you are really in big trouble, haven't you?"

"Yes...... I destroyed ten spirit stones, but I still couldn't be promoted to a beginner warrior. Qi Lang's frustration was palpable.

"It's not normal. Lao Zhan had already run to the edge of the wine cabinet, groping up and down for the remaining half bottle of rum, "I've heard about you." Now that you're capable of taking on a mutant liger, I'm guessing you've met the criteria for promotion. But if you even destroyed the spirit stone and failed to succeed, then there is only one thing that can explain it - you are an Oriental. ”

"What about the Orientals?!I've lived here for more than four years, and I don't feel any different from you at all!" Qi Lang loudly defended his identity.

"There must be a difference, you look ugly, do you dare to admit this?" Lao Zhan looked disappreciative, and sat back at the table with a wine bottle, "Of course you look okay, but you really have to find a way to change the color of your hair." Uh, that's a long way off, you're wondering why you can't be promoted, right?"

A fragrant piece of lamb leg meat has been stuffed into his mouth, and Lao Zhan's conversation box has also been opened: "I remember my Jamie told me that the Orientals have some mysterious tribes, and they have different ways of ascending. They refine qi - who knows what the hell it is - they don't need spirit stones at all, and it is said that they also produce many warriors who can fight in battle. ”

"You mean martyrs?"

"It's probably a word, martyr, cultivator, who knows, that's it anyway. Old Zhan muttered, "If you had trained with them, it would have been difficult to follow our path again......"

Qi Lang's heart suddenly cooled half - it was the training of that year! This was really a big joke! What should I do? The original training was definitely no longer able to continue, because he saw with his own eyes the warriors of his homeland fall one by one in that bloody battle, and his memory of the original training only stayed on the guidance of those few simple boxing and swordsmanship.

However, was the initial training really the initial training for martyrs? Qi Lang had always been skeptical about this, because he was sure that he had never heard the word martyr. Moreover, judging from the performance of the group of warriors in the Mingyu Kingdom, their original training seemed to be different from those real martyrs, their body moves were so light, as if they had wings, and they could jump more than ten meters away with an easy step, and the flying warriors that Lieutenant Dodim said at the beginning probably meant them, right?

"I'm sorry, Mr. Zhan," Qi Lang forcibly pulled Lao Zhan back from the delicious food on the table, "I don't think I've been trained as a martyr at all, or maybe I have been trained like that, but I want to give it up now, do you think there will be any way?"

Lao Zhan seemed to be frightened by Qi Lang's words, and choked in his throat, thanks to Qi Lang beating him on the back a few times, he gasped: "This is a crazy idea, Ou Long...... However, as a military expert, I still want to commend you for your courage. How...... It's not for nothing, but ...... Oh my God, I advise you to give up. ”

"I beg you, Mr. Zhan!" Qi Lang heard this, as if he had grabbed the last straw again, and the expression on his face became more eager, "I am willing to pay any price in order to become a warrior of the Luman Empire." ”

"Okay, okay......" Lao Zhan didn't know if he was moved by Qi Lang's enthusiasm, or if he was in a hurry to enjoy his own dinner smoothly, so he finally made up his mind and said to Qi Lang, "Directly fuse the spiritual power ore!" That's the only way I know. Of course, there's a certain amount of risk, and if you don't do it, it's going to drive people crazy, unless you're strong enough. ”

Qi Lang suddenly felt that his blood seemed to be boiling: "I am willing to fight!"