After more than ten days of recruitment, the Xuanfeng Army probably recruited more than 100 new soldiers, which is many times less than the number of other legions, but for the Xuanfeng Army, this is already a big achievement. Although the Luman Empire was now preparing to attack south and west, expanding its territory, and the number of soldiers had grown to as many as half a thousand, the Spiral Army still retained its old tradition of being small but fine.

Qi Lang didn't know how elite the Spiral Front Army would be, but he was full of confidence in it, because judging from the training of more than a month, the training load was beyond imagination. After the 15-kilometer weight-bearing run in the playground in the morning, the boys have not yet changed out of their wet robes, followed by a five-kilometer trail run deep into the Black Forest, and there will be more than 20 minutes of rest at lunchtime, but from one o'clock until 6:30 p.m., no one will have a minute's rest, it is still running!

In just one month, the mileage that these young corporals had run together would probably have made two rounds around the Lelicum continent. Twelve young men had already given up their qualifications as soldiers, because they could not bear the taste of being wrapped in wet linen robes all day long, especially in the early winter of Xia Qi Town, the weather was extremely cold, and they did not want to be approached by rheumatism at such a young age.

Although Qi Lang's physical strength was not confirmed at the beginning, he persevered well in this never-ending running training, probably because his body is relatively light. Felix lost about ten Syr to Qi Lang because he secretly made a bet with a few little brothers that he decided that the oriental freak lasted less than three days, and later it became less than fifteen days. Fortunately, he took it in time before he staked up two months' income from his father's high-end hotel, and the loss did not become greater.

However, Qi Lang also became a thorn in Felix's side for no reason. This is not a trivial matter, because Felix has been unexpectedly appointed as the leader of the 27th War Regiment of the Spiral Army, which is the leader of the 102 recruits. So Qi Lang had another job after training every day - cleaning the stinking toilet.

But none of this is the worst. When Qi Lang dragged his body back to Tent 31 every day, the disaster had just begun.

That Owu!

He probably doesn't get along with everyone else, but he's so big that even Felix only pouts and calls him "Walnut Brain" or "Dirty Southern Pig" behind his back. But these voices would reach Ou Wu more or less, which made his temper always seem very short-tempered, and although he claimed to be a reverent of gods, Qi Lang actually heard some very unclean curses every day, and Qi Lang was sure that no noble god would tolerate those swear words.

Qi Lang always suspected that Ou Wu was looking for an opportunity to beat himself up, so as to raise his eyebrows in front of everyone, because he always shouted to himself in a threatening tone: "You shouldn't make the curtain so loud when you go out, do you want me to test how hard your nose is?!"

How loud can that soft felt make?!Qi Lang wanted to retort so loudly, but he still held back, he didn't want to have a head-on argument with Ou U. Qi Lang wasn't afraid that his nose would be flattened by the brownish-red calloused fist, he just felt that Ou Wu was just a despised outlier here, just like himself. But he didn't naively think that the feeling of being a fellow worker would make them two friends, and he knew full well that neither he nor Owu would be in the mood to make friends until they officially proved that they were no worse than those white lads. The only thing Qi Lang wants to do now is to stand out in this endless running competition.

But this morning, it seems that this long marathon has finally come to an end. The recruits have been notified that it's time to pick up their weapons, and regular training will begin tomorrow!

As the number one soldier in the 27th Combat Regiment, Qi Lang was not the first to appear in the queue, as he preferred to see Felix and his few followers later. When he walked alone to the arsenal on the east side of the barracks, there were already more than thirty corporals waiting, including, of course, Felix.

As usual, no one greeted the oriental freak, they just rolled their colorful eyes in disgust and continued their whispering.

"We heard that Quill was coming, and we were handed over to him. ”

"Oh my God, I wish you had never said that. ”

"I heard my dad say that sooner or later Quill will die at the hands of a woman......"

"But he's a warrior!" Felix suddenly let out a righteous voice, "It was all thanks to him that our Luman Empire conquered the Kingdom of Peace and the Atami Empire in the East. ”

Felix's voice was deliberately loud, as if it was deliberately intended to be heard by the only Oriental in the group.

But Qi Lang didn't seem to hear anything, he just stood quietly on the far right side of the line, as still as water.

"Alright, rookies!" said Quill, who was taller and stronger than a mutant cow, and his voice was so loud that it made people headaches, "You seem to be talking about me." ”

The entire team fell silent, except for the rustling of Quil's steel armor.

"I'll tell you that your previous impression of Lieutenant Quill was very wrong. Quill's square face covered in scars looked imposing.

"I'll be kind and soft-spoken......" Quill looked at the young men's faces one by one, their tiger-like eyes always terrifying, and he suddenly raised his voice, "but that's only at your funeral! Until then, as long as you're my soldiers, you'll have to learn to endure my strictness, even cruelty!"

Qi Lang felt that Church, who was standing behind him, seemed to tremble.

"In the next period of time, a year, or two years, you have to prepare a few pairs of pants. Quill then shifted his gaze to Qi Lang, "Because I promise you'll wet it every day!"

Qi Lang began to regret why he was number one, and he felt as if this big strong man was targeting him. It was bad enough to be ridiculed and taunted by the white soldiers all day, but the lieutenant seemed to be better at it.

Zi Lang does not remember seeing Quill, who was completely unconscious, like a dark red, puppet at the mercy of men.

But Quill remembered the Oriental face. It was this kid who made his and Alyssa's good show go up in stone - he also deliberately wore a pair of patterned and non-ripped panties. But Alyssa had probably completed her quota for that day, and after Qi Lang was carried away, she only drank two glasses before abandoning him and leaving. Quill missed that opportunity, he could have proved that he was much "bigger" than that Oriental kid.

Unfortunately, Qi Lang didn't know what had happened that day, or how difficult it was to make an appointment with the courtesan, just as he didn't know anything about the rules of choosing weapons.

"It's too early to say that. Quill still stared at Qi Lang's eyes viciously, "I remember, you guys are here to pick weapons today. Come on, come first, Oriental, pick one you still have!"

"My name is Zilang, Lieutenant Quill. Zi Lang stared back into Quiel's eyes without fear. He was also satisfied, his voice was steady, without a hint of trembling.

"Very well, Oriental Boy. Quill changed his name, as a reward for Qi Lang's extraordinary courage, "Go pick it, there it is." ”

"But which one should be taken, the army should not have a standard ......," Qi Lang said as he searched aimlessly.

"Take one you can still handle!" Quill interrupted him in a mocking tone.

There was a burst of laughter behind Qi Lang.

Qi Lang felt that his face was so hot that he was afraid that he would look amazingly red. He followed Quill's finger to the rows of weapons neatly arranged on wooden shelves, with knives, swords, and spears......

"Swords? No, no, no, they are only qualified to be used by sergeants and above. Quill shouted provocatively again, "You corporals can choose to be in the first row." Just in the first row!"

Qi Lang was stunned for a moment—he had thought it was just a pile of tattered weapons, or weapons waiting to be repaired. A dagger with a broken blade, a wood knife with a hemp rope wrapped around the handle, and a wooden stick with a crack in the middle...... There was even a rusty saw. None of this is going to be a good idea for anyone!

"You're too slow, you lost your first pick and got back to the back of the line. Quill didn't give Qi Lang another chance to identify him carefully, and drove him to the back in an unquestioning tone.

Qi Lang suppressed the anger in his heart, and slowly paced to the back of the team amid the ridicule of more than a hundred people. There is really nothing to choose, those are all garbage, but even the opportunity to choose garbage must be deprived? Qi Lang felt that his patience was about to reach the limit.

Felix, despite the fact that he had a good steel sword hanging in the tent at the moment, had picked a dagger with good manners. Everyone else had found in that pile of that they could still accept the so-called weapons. The rusty saw was chosen by Owu, and no one was surprised by it, for it seemed to be the use of savage inferiors.

By the time Qi Lang came back in the last place, the pile of garbage was gone, leaving only a badly broken bow and four arrows on the ground.

"Alright, Qi Lang. Looks like you have no other choice. Quill led the way with a contented laugh.

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