Most of the genetic warriors in the Tianzhumen army are from poor families, have no spiritual roots, no skills, and their intelligence is not outstanding, they can't be admitted to college, and they can't change their fate with knowledge.

They joined the army for the free genetic medicine in the army.

The Tianzhumen army stipulates that as long as anyone can join the army, a low-level genetic medicine will be provided immediately, and after using the genetic medicine and successfully carrying the dangerous period of genetic mutation, they must serve the army for twenty years, and after twenty years, they can retire without dying in battle.

In fact, even if a low-level genetic soldier goes to the battlefield, he is still used as an auxiliary arm such as logistics and engineers, and the probability of dying in battle is not high.

If a low-level genetic soldier has accumulated enough merits in the past 20 years and has the willingness to continue to serve, he will be given the opportunity to inject the intermediate gene medicine for free. Once they have carried the intermediate genetic mutation, then they must serve in the military for fifty years, and after fifty years, if they do not die in battle, they can retire.

Mid-level genetic warriors are very popular after retiring, and both the police and security companies are very interested in them. If you don't want to be inhibited, becoming an interstellar explorer is also very popular. The price of an expedition for a retired mid-level genetic warrior is often twice as high as that of an average mid-level genetic warrior.

If an intermediate gene warrior has outstanding combat achievements, then he has the opportunity to obtain a high-level gene potion, of course, it is very difficult to obtain a high-level gene potion, and not necessarily one person in a hundred intermediate gene warriors can obtain this honor.

High-level genetic warriors must serve in the military for two hundred years before they are allowed to retire.

After becoming a high-level genetic warrior. They have three paths to choose from, the first and the one that all warriors aspire to the most. That is, after receiving professional training, becoming a mechwarrior.

The more than a dozen mecha warriors in the third battalion are all high-level genetic warriors who have experienced a hundred battles. When Xiao Ziyang has nothing to do, he likes to chat with them to understand the true face of war.

The second way is to enter a military academy and receive command training, but if you want to enter a military academy, you need to go through the assessment of cultural classes. If these veterans had a high IQ to be admitted to college, they would not have come to the army to work hard. Therefore, although this path is also the dream of many genetic warriors, not many people can walk on this path.

The third way. It is also the path that many high-level genetic warriors are most reluctant to choose, but have to choose, that is, to wear the best armor and hold the best weapons. Become the spearhead of the battalion.

If a high-level genetic warrior is brushed down in the first two assessments. Then what awaits him is this high-risk profession.

Except for those junior genetic warriors who have no ambitions, whether they are intermediate genetic warriors or senior genetic warriors, there are only a few who can survive to retire, especially senior genetic warriors, and even fewer can retire alive.

As the saying goes, a few people will fight for ten years, let alone fifty years or two hundred years of war.

So Xiao Ziyang trains every day. The greatest pleasure is to listen to these veterans brag and fart, and listen to these hiccups tell thrilling stories that no one cares about.

Every fighter. Including the Yuanying soldiers, there is one day off every month, and every holiday, Xiao Ziyang will follow the soldiers who take turns to rest that day to the bazaar in the center of the barracks to watch them squander a month's military salary in one day.

There were only two kinds of shops in that bazaar, a bar with food and wine, and a brothel with women.

The first thing the warriors did when they entered the bazaar was to go into the barracks, which were no different from the barracks, and to vent their desires for a month in the stout Caucasian women of the Glorious Empire who had been captured, and then they would spend the day in the taverns.

Every time Xiao Ziyang followed them to the bazaar, he would sneak into the tavern, he collected all the light on his battle armor, covered the epaulettes on his shoulders, and sat in the corner of the tavern, watching the Qiu Ba people laugh loudly, drink and eat meat, and loudly preach his bravery, showing his muscles.

He watched as the hicchurs waved their fists to convince those who didn't believe their braggadocio and disagreed with them. Almost every few minutes, a scuffle breaks out in the tavern.

When Xiao Ziyang first came to the bazaar, he was curious and probed into the brothel next to him, and he was shocked to see a strong genetic warrior who was as strong as a cow desperately shaking his waist and hips against the Caucasian women who were tied to the bed, and some even waved their fists and beat the women under their crotches while doing it.

Some of the women screamed, some cried loudly, and some were numb and waiting to die. But even if you want to die, it is not so easy, as long as you are not killed on the spot, when the satisfied soldiers leave, there will be medical guards to disinfect and treat them immediately, and the injuries caused by this beating will be cured in the blink of an eye for the developed technological level of the Xiuzhen Alliance, so that they can greet the next guest in a good state.

The cruelty of war and the despicable ugliness of human nature were so naked in front of Xiao Ziyang, after the initial shock, pain, and disbelief, Xiao Ziyang began to think about why people have such an ugly and hideous side.

Suddenly, in the sea of his consciousness, a sentence of scripture sounded, and the scriptures that were not known in the past suddenly realized that he was suddenly enlightened in comparison with today's hellish scene.

If you don't see the ugliness of human nature, how can you see the beauty of human nature!

With the rise of this thought, in Xiao Ziyang's purple mansion, the statue and Yuan Ying sat cross-legged face to face, and the looming golden body suddenly brightened, and the round relic in the middle of the golden body's chest as big as a chicken egg suddenly cracked, sprinkling a piece of gold powder, which quickly penetrated into every part of the golden body under the effect of the exercises, and then these gold powders and the golden body merged into one, generating two hundred and six golden bones inside the golden body.

Xiao Ziyang actually stepped into the King Kong realm at this moment.

His golden body was supported by the Buddha's bones, and suddenly became golden and condensed, like a golden real person.

However, Xiao Ziyang, who has made great progress in the exercises, does not have a trace of joy in his heart, his heart is full of pain and compassion, he is sad for the ugliness of people, he pities those women who can't survive and can't die, and he pities even more for those soldiers who do great evil.

In the midst of this strongest emotion, a sutra rose in his heart, and he suddenly felt all the verses in the sutras that had previously been unknown.

"All appearances are vain. If you see things that are not like each other, you will see them as they are. "My view is that Nanyan Futi sentient beings, and it is not a sin to move your heart and mind. "Everything is impermanent, and everything is suffering. There is no self in all laws, and silence is joy. "Good, good!" Xiao Ziyang muttered softly, his voice was extremely small, and it was impossible for it to reach the ears of the second person in this noisy bar, but in his whispering, the bar gradually quieted down.

That afternoon, the bar where Xiao Ziyang was located was surprisingly not a single brawl, and in the few brothels next to the bar, the genetic warriors who vented their fire, tyranny, and fear like beasts no longer beat the women under them.

The captives, who were tied to their beds, suddenly felt as if the pain in their hearts had lessened.

It was an extraordinary afternoon, but no one found it strange.

From that day on, every month of the holiday, Xiao Ziyang would silently recite the scriptures in the bar, tasting the pain, resentment, and compassion in his heart...... All kinds of mellow emotions like the strongest bitter wine in the world.

After tasting these bitter wines, his soul was not polluted by these bitter wines, but became more empty, and as he gently spit out one scripture after another, the golden body in his purple mansion quickly became more condensed.

In just a few days, his Buddhism Sect Exercises had already caught up with his Daomen Exercises and reached the middle stage of the Vajra Realm. But Xiao Ziyang didn't care about all this, because he didn't care at all, and he didn't have even the slightest happiness because of his cultivation improvement.

Today is his holiday again, he came to the bazaar with a few soldiers on rest as usual, and said goodbye to the soldiers at the door of a brothel, Xiao Ziyang got into a bar, he sat in the corner as usual, and was about to recite scriptures.

Suddenly, the conversation between the two of them aroused his idea, and once his mind was scattered, he could no longer immerse himself in that mysterious Zen realm.

couldn't get into the fixed person, Xiao Ziyang didn't force it, he simply paid attention to the conversation between the two.

It was two high-level genetic warriors who spoke, looking at their light mecha and the few slots on the mecha, Xiao Ziyang didn't need to ask to know that they were mecha warriors.

Both of them are tall and short, and they both have a body as strong as a leopard, and a pair of smart and divine eyes. Such people generally possess extremely fast reflexes, which are necessary to control mechs.

What sparked Xiao Ziyang's idea was a sentence from the tall man, "The battlefield ahead is really tragic! It is estimated that we will soon go to the battlefield." ”

The short man asked, "Oh, what a tragic method, how did you know the way?"

The tall man said: "A few days ago on the front line, we just had a general battle with the Radiant Empire, hundreds of battalions were sent to the battlefield, it is said that half of the battalions were broken up and weaved, and the blood of hundreds of thousands of people almost turned the battlefield into a mud pond!"

The tall man sighed, and then said: "How did I know the Dao? Didn't you replenish a group of Yuanying soldiers a few days ago? Your battalion should also have it? I just listened to what those Yuanying soldiers who added me, yesterday I guessed that I lost the boxing, and I was sent to serve those masters, and I listened to what they said when they chatted with each other. ”

The short man nodded, and asked again, "Those additional Yuan Infant soldiers came down from the front line?"

The tall man nodded, "On the battlefield, the chances of survival of those Yuan Infant Warriors are much higher than ours, their escape speed is higher than that of mechas, and their flexibility is not comparable to mechas, even if the battalion they are in is exhausted, it is not easy for them to leave." ”

The short man nodded again and spat the ground.

After that, the two stopped talking and drank sullenly. (To be continued......)