At lunch the next day, Qi Lang secretly revealed Lao Zhan's thoughts to Gulf, but the coward almost didn't drop his rice bowl on the ground.

"That's crazy!" Gulf lowered his voice and objected, "No one can control the energy in the spirit ore, not even the primary spirit stone. I've heard that just a few years ago, there was a daredevil, who accidentally slipped into a piece of ore while he was working his way up, and he drove himself crazy, running around so hard that no one could control him. Later, he may have rushed into the mutant colony, and when people found him, he really only had one foot left!"

"But I don't think there's anything else I can do. Accustomed to Gurf's fuss, Zilang still sat calmly at the dinner table, trying not to let others see what he was planning.

But Gulf was too frightened to eat: "I beg you, this is no joke! You are in some trouble right now, but instead of listening to that old madman, I think it is better to ask Quill or Maggie." ”

Ask Quill Gurf if he really has an idea! Qi Lang could guess what the end would be without thinking: the stupid bear had been thinking about a trick to insult himself, and if he told him about this trouble, he would get any useful advice? Qi Lang did not dare to expect any other reaction than a scolding.

It might be more reliable to ask Maggie, but Qi Lang didn't want to take that risk, because it would make him feel embarrassed. In addition, Qi Lang was actually very worried, because he was not sure whether he was one of those so-called martyrs, judging from Quill's extreme dislike of this term, it might be a big taboo for several of them, and if this identity was confirmed, then his future in the Spiral Front Army would probably be marked with a big question mark.

"Alright, alright. I'll consider your suggestion. Qi Lang coped with a few words, and actually made up his mind.

Finding spiritual ore was not difficult for Qi Lang, after all, he had lived in a slave camp for three years, and his main task was to collect ore for the imperial army. To the north of Xia Qi Town, there is an active volcano called Labu Volcano, and although the spiritual stone deposits there are not abundant, the primary spiritual power ore is still relatively easy to get.

However, the distance from Rab Volcano to Shachi Town is a full seventy kilometers, and it will take two days to make a round trip. As a soldier of the Whirling Front, Qi Lang only had one day off on Sunday every week, and if he wanted to go there to get a piece of ore back without being known, it would be an impossible task to take advantage of the three-day holiday of the Holy King's Sacrifice.

Although it will take about four months for the Holy King Sacrifice to arrive, Qi Lang is already a little impatient, in addition to completing the regular training every day, he also secretly began to prepare, buying some hemp ropes, buckles and other mountaineering equipment, almost using up all his savings, Qi Lang even wanted to pawn his wolf tooth necklace for a while, but he finally endured it - it was his only souvenir anyway, and the price of thirty Bernie offered by the pawnshop was really unacceptable.

In the past four months, the Luman Empire's troops have moved more frequently, and the 25th and 26th Regiments of the Spiral Front Army, which were originally stationed in Xiaqi Town, have officially moved elsewhere, and this important military town in the northeast has almost become an empty city. The soldiers privately rumored that it was estimated that the Luman Empire would be at war with the Otto Empire in the next two years, which was an expectation that this group of rookies did not want to face.

The Otto Empire is the most powerful nation on the continent, they are rich and well-armed, and they have occupied the vast areas to the south and east of the continent of Lelikum over the years. Today, the Ottotti Empire has more than a million warriors, and they have an advantage over the Luhmann Empire that can never be ignored - the military application of the dragon monsters!

Although the dragon monster was first cultivated by the Luman Empire, those super monsters that could soar high in the sky have always been only the personal mounts of the imperial nobles. Since the Otto Empire introduced a few dragon monsters through diplomatic means, it has increased its strength to militarize and domesticate them, and now it has formed a scale, with the military alone having twenty or thirty thousand dragon monsters. It was precisely by relying on the dragon monster's super forced air ability that many weak and small countries were defeated one by one under the lightning attack of the Otto Empire, and declared their submission without resistance.

The ambitions of the Otto Empire are great, and everyone can see this. At the age of thirty, King Billy VI had already earned the title of "Billy by the Whale's Mouth" and became notorious throughout the continent. Although Billy VI had lovingly declared that he and Henry X of the Luhmann Empire were like brothers, the good relations between the two countries would last forever as long as the Son of God did not fall. But after conquering a large area of land in the East, the Otto Empire still blindly expanded its army, and if Billy still said that he had no coveting of the Luhmann Empire, I am afraid that the idiot would not believe it.

But King Henry was convinced of this. In other words, the aged Henry X and his nobles had long been accustomed to a comfortable life, and there was no room for unhappy thoughts in their minds.

Thankfully, there are the Spinners, and the young forces like Dodim and Quill. They are prepared for danger in times of peace, preparing for a rainy day, and secretly preparing for war for the empire.

The conscription for the new year has begun again. Compared with going through the motions with other legions, the Spiral Front Army still maintains its original style, carefully selected and meticulous. However, due to the shortage of manpower, in order to bring the newly born 27th Regiment to 800 people as soon as possible, the Xuanfeng Army relaxed the age limit this time, and at the same time expanded the scope of conscription to villages and towns within a radius of 200 miles, so after more than a month passed, Qi Lang's 27th Regiment had more than 400 new soldiers.

To Maejee's disappointment, although the recruits were all sturdy young men, they did not have any outstanding combat ability, and none of them were promoted to junior warriors in advance. With Quill idle, her training tasks are undoubtedly much greater.

As a soldier for a year, Qi Lang can actually dictate to the newcomers like Gulf or other corporals. But he didn't do that, because Qi Lang was not a man of all trades, and besides, his status was too special - a yellow race, and he was once a slave, and he was already grateful that the white lads didn't look at him in a strange light. White pride is innate, and discrimination against other races is normal. But at least one thing satisfied Qi Lang was that the work of cleaning the toilets had been taken over by the recruits—more than four hundred people took turns doing it, and no one had anything to complain about.

Throwing away that foul-smelling job, Qi Lang's free time began to increase, and the time for private training with Gulf became more abundant. Now, Qi Lang can spare an extra hour for swordsmanship practice in addition to practicing bows and arrows.

In Gulf's eyes, Qi Lang's swordsmanship is sometimes really weird, that small branch, in the hands of his brother, is like a mallet in the hands of a juggler in the circus, sometimes it turns like a windmill, and sometimes it pokes up and down, so that Quill is not on the scene, otherwise Qi Lang would have been scolded bloody. However, Qi Lang's two strokes seemed to have a bit of a foundation, and they were definitely not slashing indiscriminately, but that one move and one style were completely different from the techniques taught here.

Regarding these sword moves, Gulf had heard Qi Lang's explanation. It was the only set of swordsmanship he had ever learned when he was young, it seemed to be called the Wind Sword, which should be a very common set of swordsmanship in his homeland, but it took a lot of effort to practice it well, but unfortunately he couldn't remember all those moves. Gulf kept this secret for Qi Lang, of course, he also thought that these few moments were nothing, compared with Quill's trick "Furious Thunder", Qi Lang's so-called secret trick was like a child's game. However, he still showed support to Qi Lang, and sincerely blessed him, hoping that he would find those lost memories as soon as possible.

But compared to re-practicing the whole set of swordsmanship, Qi Lang was more concerned about the hiking plan - almost all the soldiers in the same period had been promoted to junior warriors, and if this momentum continued, I am afraid that there would soon be new recruits in front of him, if this situation occurred, what would there be to talk about competing for the position of vice captain? Regardless of whether the method provided by Lao Zhan was dangerous or not, he had to fight.

In the blink of an eye, the three-day holiday of the Holy King's Sacrifice was about to arrive, and on the first night of the holiday, Qi Lang finally made his plan clear to Gulf: he was going to Rab Volcano, and no one could stop him!

Gulf had long observed Qi Lang's large-scale purchases, so he had been mentally prepared for this, and it seemed that he had also fought a lot in his heart, so when Qi Lang explained this, he showed unprecedented heroism and decided to go out of town with Qi Lang to take a risk.

Early the next morning, before dawn, two corporals of the Xuanfeng Army had already appeared in front of the vendor service agency in the north of the town. It was an estate of Felix's father, North, that specialized in providing paid services to merchants in the town, one of which was the rental of horses. Qi Lang and Gulf met here, but they didn't plan to hire two horses to travel, it was too extravagant, a horse cost 20 Bernies a day, and they had to go bankrupt for three days. Gurf, however, wanted to try their luck, and if a merchant convoy headed north and paid a Bernie or two for a ride, they could still grit their teeth and accept it.

But their luck does not seem to be very good, and there are few merchants who continue to work during the holiday of the Holy King's Festival, and even the service house is closed. Looking at the dozen or so tall horses in the stable, Qi Lang and Gulf could only swallow their saliva and beat their spirits, and marched on foot towards the mountains to the north.