Fangshan City, in the notice board at the county government gate, two burly Han soldiers stood rigorously on both sides, and a group of people surrounded them, watching the newly posted notice.

"What is it written on it? Are there anyone who knows literacy? Read it for us. What is it written on the notice? "

A honest and simple farmer, carrying a hoe, said to the crowd beside him.

"Yes! We are illiterate. What exactly is written on this notice?" Other illiterate people also asked curiously.

A middle-aged man who looked like a accountant, squeezed out of the crowd and came to the notice board. He looked at the content of the notice. He smiled proudly and said to the crowd: "This is a notice to recruit local brave men in one column. Now the Yellow Turban bandits are everywhere, causing trouble to the territory of the Han Dynasty. Lord Yanrong recruited bloody men to join the army, defend the country, and attack the Yellow Turban bandits."

"It turns out that we are joining the army to fight against the Yellow Turban bandits! Then will there be food and money after joining the army? If there is no food and money, what kind of war will we fight?" asked a commoner.

Hearing the people's words, the accountant was stunned and immediately said with some disappointment: "The notice did not say it, it should be that there is no food and salary!"

"Then what army we are joining? If we don't have money, why should we fight against the Yellow Turban bandits?" Some real people immediately started to shout.

In the short time, hundreds of people gathered in front of the county government, and the noise was heard, and some people left quietly. Now the Yellow Turban Army is everywhere, and the people are living in poverty. Perhaps joining the army is a good choice for many people, but even if they join the army to fight against the Yellow Turban Army, most people just want to have some food and earn some military pay. However, recruiting soldiers here did not even promise the conditions to ensure food and pay, and many people hesitated.

Just as everyone was quarrel, more than a dozen Han soldiers, each equipped with neatly rigorously, ran out of the county government office and stood on both sides of the road. Soon, a young general wearing golden armor and golden boots and wearing a red cloak walked out accompanied by two young deputy generals.

The young general had his hair tied, his face was cold and majestic, his eyes swept across everyone like a knife, and everyone took a deep breath of turbid air. The young general's momentum was too domineering, and many people were oppressed and gasped heavily. The crowd of onlookers suddenly became quiet, and even the embroidered needle fell to the ground and could hear the sound.

Yan Rong was very satisfied with the current atmosphere. He strode to the notice board and said loudly to everyone: "I, Yan Rong, with the intention of fighting the thieves and suppressing the rebellion and defending the country, I am recruiting bloody men to join the army here to jointly fight against the Yellow Turban bandits. The Yellow Turban bandits, burning, killing, looting, doing everything, defiling women and killing innocent people. If you don't kill them, it will be difficult for heaven to tolerate them. Today, I will make a revision of the recruitment requirements. The soldiers are not too many, but the importance lies in the essence. From now on, all brothers who come to join the army must be bloody men, heroes who are willing to fight to protect their relatives, property, and descendants to kill the enemy. We do not welcome those who come for small profits. Those brothers who plan to eat and drink, please find another place. We do not welcome cowards here."

"Okay! Lord Yanrong, I'm with you. I want to join the army. The Yellow Turban Army has forced me to a dead end. I've fought for my relatives, property, and descendants! I'm not a coward, I'm going to fight for my own family."

"I'm the only one! I'll join the army too!"

"And I! And I!"

Yan Rong's speech was very straightforward, but very practical and real. Now that the Yellow Turban Army is in chaos, the people are living in poverty, and joining the army to fight against the Yellow Turban Army is a big deal to fight for their future. What is more affordable than this one? Yan Rong's words talk about the pain points of most people and their weaknesses. Most men need face. How many people will choose to escape at this time and make people around them curse and look down on them? Yan Rong's method of provoking is very despicable, sinister and shameless, but it is the most effective method. As Yan Rong said, these people join the army to fight for their future.

For a moment, the onlookers had a very good atmosphere, and people who joined the army were often there.

Looking at the rising atmosphere, Yan Rong reached out to stop the noisy people and said lightly: "Yan is not talented. He was originally a member of Yanmen County, Bingzhou. He traveled to Dai County of Youzhou. He heard that the Yellow Turban bandits were rising everywhere and came here at night to contribute his meager strength to save his fellow villagers. For all brothers who join the army, I can give you a promise. Although I lack food and money here, I will set an example. In the future, if I eat one bite, I will eat one bite of my brothers. If my brothers are hungry, I, Yan Rong, will never eat one more grain of food."

Yan Rong finished speaking, shook his cloak, turned around and left, and went straight into the county government.

Just when Yan Rong entered the county government, all the onlookers were deeply moved. In order to fight against the Yellow Turban Army and save the people from suffering, they specially rushed here from Dai County, Youzhou to kill the enemy and get into battle. What else can I do if I can't do it? A scar that was big on my head fell off, and if my blood was lost, I would be looked down upon by everyone. I would rather kill the enemy on the battlefield than live a life of silence.

The atmosphere at this moment is more active than when Yan Rong was there, and many people are enthusiastic.

Accompanied by Shi Feng, Di Ying took a big step forward and stood in front of the notice board. The eagle looked at the enthusiastic people joining the army and said loudly: "You may have seen that my clothes are incompatible with you. In fact, I am a member of the Wuhuan tribe, a warrior of the Wuhuan tribe. Just a year ago, the Wuhuan tribe in Dai County of Youzhou was in a civil strife. It was the adults who saved us and led our Murong tribe to defeat the ambitious Chiluo tribe, bringing peace to the Wuhuan tribe in Dai County of Youzhou. Now, I am a follower of the adults. Although I am a warrior of the Wuhuan tribe, I am also a citizen of the Han Dynasty. I am willing to follow the adults to fight against the Yellow Turban bandits."

"What? Are you from the Wuhuan tribe? The lord once helped you defeat the ambitious Chiluo tribe? The Golden Armored War God, is he?"

A man dressed in a ranger, his face was full of unquestionable expression. His name was Zhang Yuan. In his early years, he was forced to become a ranger who avoided pursuit because he killed a local bully. During the civil turmoil in Dai County, Youzhou, he had stayed in Dai County, Youzhou for a period of time. The undefeated reputation of the Golden Armored War God was well-known in Dai County, Youzhou.

"Not bad! The lord is the savior of our Murong tribe, our hero, leading the warriors of the Murong tribe, and the invincible golden armored god of war."

Di Ying grinned and showed two rows of small white teeth, his face full of admiration, and said piously.

"Ah? The Golden Armored God of War, Lord Yan Rong, is Lord Yan Rong. We brothers have been respecting Lord for a long time. We want to join the army, we want to join the army, and we want to become Lord Yan's personal bodyguards."

Next to Zhang Yuan, a companion named Ma Yi looked excited and pulled Zhang Yuan, who was still in shock, to Di Ying, and shouted happily.

In the county yamen courtyard of Fangshan City, Di Ying walked in with two strong rangers. Zhang Yuan and Ma Yi walked all the way to watch the layout around the county yamen. The county yamen was very relaxed, but there were symbolic more than a dozen guards guarding. The few guards guarding the county yamen gate were quite elite, and their personal momentum, military posture, and equipment were quite good. However, when they got inside, the quality of the guards guarded were much colder, and in any aspect, they were much worse than those in the county yamen gate. The two were not stupid people, and they immediately woke up. These guards in the county yamen should be recruits who had just joined the army. They lacked systematic training, and more importantly, they lacked a unique aura of soldiers. It was already good to be able to do so.

After inciting the atmosphere, Yan Rong had just entered the state of cultivation. He heard footsteps coming, slowly opened his eyes and put away his cultivation posture, but he was still cross-legged and looked at the visitor and said coldly: "Di Ying, aren't you responsible for recruiting the village heroes?"

Yan Rong's tone was cold and his face was cold. In the conversation, an invisible momentum spread out, and the oppressed people had difficulty breathing. Fortunately, Di Ying followed Yan Rong for a long time and had already become accustomed to the oppression of momentum. After a long time, he also understood Yan Rong's nature. Although Yan Rong usually spoke coldly and coldly, his voice was as terrifying as a sharp knife. Except for charging and killing the enemy, he was usually a good person, and his mind was extremely delicate and sympathetic.

Di Ying adapted to the oppression of momentum. Zhang Yuan and Ma Yi were in great pain. Even though Yan Rong sat there motionless, they all felt a creepy pores, as if they were terrifying as if they were going deep into the Avici Hell. Although their bodies remained upright, sweat flowed down involuntarily. In an instant, the two were already sweating profusely. They had never felt such a terrifying momentum.

As the realm of warriors improves and their strength grows, they will have some corresponding aura. The stronger the people, the more sharp the aura they emit. Generally speaking, only when the strong people break through the bottleneck of the peak of the human level and step into the earth level will their aura leak out, bringing a sense of oppression to others who are weaker than him. This aura comes from the depths of the soul. The stronger the soul is, the heavier the oppression it brings to people. Although the strong people of the earth level can leak out, they are not as strong as Yan Rong. Even Dian Wei's aura is not as strong as Yan Rong, and he is much weaker, thanks to Yan Rong's strong soul power.

Of course, there are exceptions to things. For example, as we all know, there is another nickname for those who practice physical realm, called asthodians. There are two types of asthodians, one is a warrior known for their physical strength, and the other is a soul who specializes in soul cultivation, also called a wise man. Souls are extremely difficult to cultivate. Not only does it require soul power far beyond ordinary people, but also the talent to cultivate soul abilities. These people are all geniuses that are hard to meet. Although the soul does not have any combat power in the early stage, the soul power is extremely powerful. Even if they do not have any combat power, the oppression brought by momentum is not weaker than that of warriors. Often, some peerless geniuses who have become souls will emit a faint aura of oppression even if they are just born.
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