The clerk asked the soldiers in front of him, while recording the battle situation.

"Rota, kill three enemy soldiers and seize two spears."

"Wilson, killed one enemy squad leader and five soldiers. Seize one sabre and three spears..."

"Kang Yan, kill four enemy soldiers, seize a spear and a short sword."

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The soldiers kept moving forward, recording their merits, and after checking and handing over the seized spoils, the soldiers would walk to nearby military doctors to check their injuries and receive some simple medicines.

The secretary recorded with sweating. Every time the war ended, he was at his busiest time, and he often had to write for a week.

In front of me, a saber blade with a flower curled blade was placed on the big table.

The clerk looked up and saw the tall man in front of him, with a look of astonishment in his eyes. Of course, he knew the person who had lived the longest in the death camp.

"Yang Zheng, why did you bring a knife back today..."

Before he finished speaking, the secretary's eyes fell on the knife and exclaimed, "Good knife!"

The soldiers were in a stir, and several veterans behind came up and made a series of awesome sounds.

"This is a Burmese iron sword!" A soldier who was conscious of the goods stepped forward and wanted to touch the knife, but was stared at by the armored soldier standing behind the clerk.

"What's so great about it? I won't help but feel it. It's not something you snatched back..." The soldier muttered, and finally retracted his hand. He clashed with these regular soldiers of the Wolf Army. He must be the one who suffered the loss. Of course, the old fried dough sticks in the Death Camp would not do such a fool.

"Brother Xiao Zheng, you have made great contributions again."

"I said who can get such a good weapon back? It turns out it's Brother Xiao Zheng, haha..."

"The person who is equipped with the Burmese Iron Knife must be at the level of the captain. Brother Xiao Zheng, if you become rich this time, you may be incorporated into the regular army..."

Several familiar voices sounded beside Yang Zheng, and the originally dull and numb post-war atmosphere suddenly became lively. Yang Zheng smiled rare, with a hint of warmth in his indifferent eyes. These old comrades who had fought together for a year and had not died. Even in such a meaningless and high-death-rate cannon fodder battle, there were always some people who could survive. Originally, they were caught in the "death camp", everyone was dying, so the interpersonal relationships in the death camp were extremely cold, and no one was still interested in making friends. However, as the days went by, some particularly outstanding people were highlighted, their abilities became more and more outstanding, and they could always survive in every tug-of-war. These people, either because of mutual attraction or long-term loneliness, sometimes got together, chatted and spanked, and gradually became familiar.

Although Yang Zheng closed himself and had not deliberately contacted others for a year, these veterans uniquely discovered that he was unique. For example, he never picked up ordinary weapons or competed for military merits. For example, he was the person who had lived in the death camp for the longest time. Others were either dead or promoted to the regular army. For example, he could play a unique instrument, which made these dead people feel a long-lost warmth. It is precisely because of so many unique features that aroused the curiosity of these veterans. Regardless of their indifferent attitude, they took the initiative to contact Yang Zheng.

Over time, although Yang Zheng did not hang out with them, he would have a rare smile when he met.

This may be the power of human nature. No one can refuse friendship, even those who are dead as if they are ashamed.

Rota, Meng Xun, Liu Ruofei, Hongshi, Yulei...

Although familiar faces were more or less wounded, they were still alive. Yang Zheng sighed in his heart, as long as he lives, no matter how difficult it is, it is worth it. This is also the reason why Yang Zheng worked so hard on the battlefield. In fact, even he himself didn't know why he survived. He had no past and lost his goal, just to simply... live.

The quartermaster came up to ask about the origin of the Burmese Iron Knife. Killing the enemy captain is not an ordinary honor.

Yang Zheng was about to answer.

The door of the Death Camp suddenly became turbulent... A sound of neat and powerful steps came.

The two teams of soldiers wearing black chain armor and iron helmets, all of whom were iron swords in their hands jogging into the death camp. The cold and solemn aura instantly filled the air, making people breathless.

Wolf Teeth Elite Camp.

All soldiers' eyes contracted.

The Wolf Army on the Western Front is divided into three parts: Death Camp, Wolf Army and Wolf Fang Army. The Wolf Fang Army belongs to the personal guard commanding Qiu Yuanshan, and is the most elite part of the Wolf Army on the Western Front. How could they come here?

The answer is revealed soon.

After the two teams of Wolf Teeth Army were established, the left and right sides quickly dispersed, and the movements were uniform, without any delay.

It's breathtaking.

This is the army in the era of cold weapons. Yang Zheng sighed inwardly. In contrast, the death camp where he was located was completely a group of hooligans and gangsters.

After the wolf teeth army was scattered into two rows, they stood face to face, raised their swords, and looked diagonally upward forty-five corners, looking like a ceremonial gesture to welcome the big man.

A moment later, a man and a woman walked side by side.

It was General Qiu Yuanshan and Princess Mo Bingyun who had appeared on the sentry tower.

Seeing Princess Mo Bingyun whom she had never met, the soldiers in the Death Camp all showed a stunning expression.

After all, the only woman they could contact was the prostitutes in the prostitute village in the Luanyunjian, a small town on the Western Front.

A bunch of vulgar fans!

How can it be compared with the flower of the empire in front of you?

What made them covet even more was that the six personal soldiers following the princess were also beautiful women with a slender and tall figure and elastic waist as they walked. At a glance, you can see that they have been practicing martial arts for many years. Their red soft armor and cloaks embroidered with large roses highlight their outstanding and unparalleled charm.

Yu Lei, who had always been lustful, whistled, full of teasing expressions.

Hearing the whistle, the Honghui woman stared at her sharp eyes, and Yang Zheng secretly shouted, "Oops!"

Sure enough, a female soldier behind the princess shouted: "Bold!"

While speaking, he untied the green longbow from his back and shot an arrow at Yu Ladder, who was salivating.

From teasing to archery, it happened between lightning and flashing. Qiu Yuanshan just opened his mouth to stop it, while Yu Lei was completely stunned, his smile still frozen on his face.

The arrows broke through the air with a sharp and powerful force. The two were only twenty meters apart and arrived in a blink of an eye... With a strange "swish", Yu Lei did not fall, and the arrows were just a few centimeters away from his throat, which made him sweat coldly. Don't think that people in the "Death Camp" are not afraid of death. There is nothing we can do on the battlefield, let alone veterans like Yu Lei, who are more likely to survive on the battlefield even if they survive on the battlefield. Who would have thought that they would die so cowardly, especially inexplicably in the camp.

The arrow was grabbed by Yang Zheng with one hand, and the strong force made the arrow shaft slide around the palm of his hand. If the arrow tail had not stuck Yang Zheng's hand, Yu Lei would have been afraid that he would not be able to escape.

Blood slid from Yang Zheng's palm, dyeing the ground at his feet red.

Mo Bingyun's eyes fell on him, his expression getting colder.

Black hair, dark eyes.

It’s the one who uses his companion’s body to lie on the battlefield to lie on the sharp arrow.

Qiu Yuanshan took a step forward at this time and shouted at the two wolf-toothed soldiers beside him: "The following is the right person, take that person down and beat twenty military sticks again."

After the two of them got ordered, they walked to the dazed Yu Lei in a fierce manner and dragged him aside.

Yang Zheng threw away the arrow and let blood flow in his palm.

He looked at Qiu Yuanshan with a little gratitude and could see that Qiu Yuanshan deliberately punished Yu Lei to avoid the beautiful and fierce woman from attacking again.

"The soldiers of the vanguard infantry battalion obeyed the order and the entire army gathered."

With the shouts of the five brigade captains, the remaining soldiers gathered together in a sparse manner. Compared with the uniform military posture of the Wolf Tooth Army, it was simply unbearable to see it.

Mo Bingyun frowned even deeper, and her eyes still fell on Yang Zheng after flashing through the audience.

Among the thousands of lazy soldiers, he is the most conspicuous.

The black hair and black eyes are rare on the mainland, the majestic figure with a half-headed head, and a lonely and lonely look.

There is no emotion in his eyes, and everything brings a strong sense of loneliness.

What made Mo Bingyun even more angry was that under his sharp eyes, his eyes were still as light as water. He was just a pariah, and the flower of the Empire has never been so indifferent to others. The anger in his heart can be imagined.

Qiu Yuanshan raised his breath, and a loud voice resounded throughout the audience: "Listen to all the soldiers, this is the pride of our Cangyue Empire, the leader of the "Rose Knights Order", and His Highness Mo Bingyun, the third princess."

The people below were in an uproar. No wonder the person who came was noble and had such outstanding appearance. Even Qiu Yuanshan, one of the three generals of the empire, would like to accompany him to the right (if the mainland is etiquette, if you walk side by side, the person with a high status would stand on the left), reveal her identity and know that she is the third princess known as the "flower of the empire", and all the questions were solved.

At the same time, all the soldiers secretly let out a cold sweat for Yu Lei. This guy was so bold that the third princess dared to tease him. It was a fate that could live.

Yang Zheng was surprised and looked at Mo Bingyun, not expecting that this woman was actually the third princess.

What did they do in the Death Camp?

There are some lowly slaves and prisoners here.

Some imperial nobles were afraid of tainting their own eyes even after taking a look.

"The third princess is here to take the imperial secret order, and to select some outstanding soldiers from among you to form a special operation team. The selected one will directly leave the vanguard camp and be awarded the third-class knight medal and the title of Baron of the Empire!"

Upon hearing this news, the crowd almost exploded, and even the soldiers of the Wolf Tooth Army standing on both sides showed a look of surprise.

What an unattainable position of civilian nobles.

Even if the elite soldiers of the Langya Army were only one out of a hundred, they could break away from the civilian status and relied on their military merits to become a noble class.

What's more, it's the untouchables in the Death Camp.

Hundreds of jealous eyes of the Wolf Tooth Army fell on the soldiers in the Death Camp. These lowly people didn't know what luck they had left.

It’s true that even if you want to choose a special operation team, you should choose from our elites. Are we still not as good as these untouchables?

It seems that I feel the strong resentment emitted by hundreds of wolf teeth troops.

Qiu Yuanshan snorted, swept his deep brown eyes left and right, and suddenly, the soldiers of the Wolf Tooth Army lowered their heads and were silent.

He looked kind and kind, but as his personal guard, the Wolf Tooth Army had long experienced his devilish side. Even the soldier who was known as the toughest will in the army had never been able to eat for two days because of his cruel methods.

The excited crowd calmed down a little, and Yang Zheng looked around. Sure enough, not only the new recruits were very excited, but also the few veterans who had experienced many battles could not hide their inner excitement at this moment.

It was originally a luxury to be able to escape from the death camp and gain freedom, and it was even more unimaginable for them to enter the aristocratic class in their lives. It was also a sign that they should have such a performance.

What about myself? Yang Zheng smiled bitterly at the corner of his mouth.

Why did I not feel excited when I heard this news? Didn’t I dream of leaving here?

Why do I now feel nostalgic about fighting and living numbly? Only when blood gushs from the enemy's body can I realize the existence of life?

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Today's dinner was particularly rich, and everyone was given half a pound of beef. Several veteran soldiers who had eaten and drank were crowded in Yang Zheng's barracks, rubbing their stomachs and spanking and chatting. This was the happiest time of their day. Only by experiencing the cruelty of war can they cherish the beauty of life more.
To be continued...