Chapter 135 Survival of the fittest

No one dares to say that he has been discharged from the army. What kind of world is there now? Although there is no question of the bones exposed in the wild and there is no rooster crowing thousands of miles away, it is definitely not a world where a disabled person can survive.

Zhao Qian at least gave some help from the recruits. The recruits could choose weapons, while the captured minions could only choose to take a spear or a two-foot short knife seized from the battlefield. This short knife still broke a lot of holes. And you still love whether you want it or not, and there is no human rights.

A minion came out first. Zhao Yingwu looked at the other party coldly and said coldly: "What weapon to choose?"

The minion thought for a while and said, "Short Knife!"

Zhao Yingwu waved back, and a soldier casually pulled out a short knife from the pile of weapons on the ground. Not only did the short knife collapse, but the tip of the knife was missing. The handle of the knife was only about one foot or seven inches, very short, and even the minion's arm was longer than the short knife.

However, something ugly happened to Zhao Qi, and after several minutes, no new recruit dared to come out. Logically speaking, it should be drawn to pick soldiers out. However, Zhao Qi was too lazy to waste time, so he pointed to a new recruit standing in front and said, "You are the only one! Either go up or flee for fear of war!"

As a new army, the Shengjie Army had strict military laws, and fleeing fearing war was the most important thing. If you die, you would not count. Even your family would be investigated by the government, and those who were sent to the public were sent to the public, and those who were sent to the public were sent to the public. Although these new recruits were from refugees, not everyone was alone.

The recruit didn't even dare to say anything, and came out honestly, with a weapon stand next to it. The recruit bullied the minion was holding a short weapon and chose a red tassel spear. However, in order to prevent the opponent from losing his attack power from getting close to him, he also chose a short knife and inserted it into his belt.

The competition venue has been built long ago. It is surrounded by horse-repellent, bricks and wood, and the diameter of the circle is about five zhang. One zhang is equivalent to about three meters and one zhang, and five zhang is fifteen meters and five zhang. Although this range is not small, it is really not large.

As the saying goes, one inch long and one inch stronger, the recruits holding the red tassel spear were immediately confident and roared and started a sprint.

Zhao Jin glanced at it and shook his head gently.

Gongsun Xuanxu, who was standing next to Zhao Qian, looked at Zhao Qian in surprise and said, "The prince doesn't seem to be optimistic about this recruit."

Zhao Qian also avoided it and nodded, "The warrior should have a firm mind. Although this recruit chose the Red Tassel Spear to restrain the opponent's weapons, from the posture he held, it can be seen that he is not good at the Red Tassel Spear. Look at his attack! He actually launched a sprint as soon as he came up. The stab of the Red Tassel Spear is of the most lethal among all attack methods, but if he fails to stab the enemy, it will give the enemy a chance to get close. Therefore, unless he is 80% sure, he will never stab it with all his strength. He will leave three points in the gun. In this way, he will fall into a lower position."

Things were as Zhao Qian expected. Although the minion was captured, he had experienced the battle. Faced with the indomitable sting, he was not panicked. Instead, he calmly avoided the stinging of the Red Tassel Spear. He flashed into the range of the Red Tassel Spear.

The recruits had already stabbed the gun with their guns. Not only did they not be able to take back the guns, but they were even difficult for them to stop immediately. At the moment when the recruits stabilized their bodies and caused their bodies to stiffen, the minions had already rushed to the front of the recruits.

The recruits had no choice but to give up the Red Tassel Spear and pulled out the short sword at their waists. Compared with the Red Tassel Spear, the recruits did not know how to sword skills at all, and the attack was purely a random slash.

In comparison, although the minion does not know how to sword skills, he survived on the battlefield at least. The attack is very simple, but one characteristic is that it is sharpness. Each sword goes to the key point, without any targets, and at the same time, it is also very rhythmic to shoot the sword, minimizing physical energy consumption, and launching an attack.

However, in the first round, the recruit was already panting and the attack couldn't help but ease. He was immediately caught by his minions, cut his throat with a knife, and fell to the ground with a blank look.

The minion raised his arms and roared excitedly. Many of the recruits showed fear on their faces. Some of them were weak-minded and their faces turned pale and their throats were rumbled, afraid they wanted to vomit.

Zhao Qian was a little disappointed with the recruits, but did not scold or encourage them, but announced calmly: "Although they were killed, you are my king's people! The recruit was dealt with as a battle death, giving his family fifty stones of food and eight guan of money as pensions. At the same time, the local government asked his family to find a place to settle down, and the rent for one year will be paid by me."

Although Zhao Jin's approach is affectionate and righteous, it still makes people sigh.

This time, Zhao Qian didn't need to pay some people, and another soldier came out. Zhao Qian was a little surprised. When did these new recruits be so brave? Zhao Qian clearly saw that many people were scared and their faces were blue and their lips were pale. I'm afraid that some people would vomit secretly.

Gongsun Xuanxu, who was responsible for recruiting new recruits, knew the reason and explained to Zhao Jin with a sigh: "If I remember correctly, that person should be the younger brother of the newly killed recruit. I just hope that he can get avenge, and both of the other brothers have entered the underworld!"

Zhao Chen looked slightly at the competition venue without comment.

My younger brother's martial arts are also half a pound compared to my older brother, but probably in order to avenge, my younger brother never thought of saving himself. Every time he attacked, he would fight to the death and move forward.

The minion probably didn't expect that the new recruit was so fierce that he would cherish his life, otherwise he would not have surrendered to the victorious army and become a prisoner. After seven or eight rounds, the younger brother was stabbed by the younger brother, and the minion was slashed with a long knife. A small piece of the knife fell into the head. Although the minion was not dead for a moment, with his current medical skills, he could only scream on the ground in pain.

Zhao Qin was talking to Zhao Yingwu. Zhao Yingwu understood it and stepped forward to pull out his waist knife. The life of the minion was considered to be relieved of his pain. The winning recruit ignored the wound and walked to his brother's body with a pale face, knelt down suddenly, and cried loudly at his brother's body.

Zhao Qian frowned. He didn't need to instruct soldiers to ask the recruit to leave with his brother's body. This is not a funeral home.

The two lives, one of them, was the life they were familiar with, and now they disappeared. The bloody reality suddenly made all the recruits know the cruelty of the battlefield, and their food and salary were not so easy to get. But when things reached this point, they could no longer choose. The only thing they could do was to kill a minion.

This is a very direct but bloody way, survival of the fittest!
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