"General, we won't be deserters!"

"If I leave Zhuriwei, I might as well die!"

...

The noise outside the big tent made Zhao Yang, who was meditating and regulating breathing, open his eyes.

“Why is it noisy?”

Qi Song stepped into the tent and felt a little embarrassed: "General Hui was the soldiers injured in Zhuriwei's last battle. He originally arranged for them to recuperate, but..."

Qi Song didn't finish speaking, but couldn't continue.

These soldiers were seriously injured during the last Zhenhaiwei Battle. Even if they had recovered, they would not be able to go to the battlefield again.

Today, the departments have rectified the situation and how to arrange these remnants will become difficult.

According to the private meaning of Wu Mingshuo and Qi Song, these people can get rid of their armor and return to the field, and each of them will be rewarded with a little spirit stone.

Somehow the news was spread, so the soldiers began to make trouble.

Zhao Yang's face was dull, which made Qi Song feel uneasy.

"I'll go and have a look." Zhao Yang stood up and walked out of the tent.

"General!"

"General, do you want us anymore?"

"General, are you going to drive us away?"

...

Zhao Yang looked at these soldiers, some of them had broken bodies and some of them had broken meridians, and they could not go to the battlefield again.

Looking at these eager eyes, Zhao Yang felt silent.

It would be even more uncomfortable for every soldier who had been on the battlefield to live as he had before.

But Zhao Yang had no choice. He could support them, but there was no better way to get them back to the battlefield.

Seeing Zhao Yang's expression, the originally noisy scene slowly calmed down.

"General..."

A soldier with his arms broken, tears came from his eyes.

Zhao Yang opened his mouth and wanted to comfort him. In fact, for practitioners, physical incompleteness is not a big deal, and many spiritual medicines can reshape their bodies.

But these soldiers had too low cultivation and could not bear the medicinal power at all. Otherwise, even if the spiritual medicine was precious, Zhao Yang would be willing to use it for them.

"Precaution, General, Wu Xiaohu will be your soldier in the next life!"

The broken-armed soldier screamed, suddenly his whole body shook, and blood was overflowing from his mouth.

Zhao Yang was shocked, his figure flashed, and he stepped forward to support his body, but it was too late. His heart had broken and he was powerless to turn the world back.

A soul drifted away, and Zhao Yang captured it under the cover of the spiritual light on his body.

Then his divine thought flashed and his soul came to the Shura battlefield world.

Seeing that the soul memory was about to dissipate, Zhao Yang's whole body flashed with a flash of invisible fluctuation.

Soul roaring technique!

Just in front of Zhao Yang, several tall Shura tribes stopped there motionlessly, as if time was still.

Zhao Yang reached out and slapped the soul in his hand at the leading Shura clan, and then covered his own soul.

After a moment, the Shura people moved their eyes slightly and then looked at Zhao Yang.

"General, General..."

"How about this body?" Zhao Yang looked at the Shura people in front of him, with a smile on his face.

The Shura people waved their arms, and their random movements brought out a sound of breaking through the air.

This power is really strong!

With joy on his face, the Shura people knelt on one knee to Zhao Yang: "Wu Xiaohu thanked Lord Wu for his re-creation!"

Zhao Yang nodded, stretched out his hand and waved his hand, and the two left the Shura battlefield world.

"Swish--"

The tall Shura body appeared beside Zhao Yang, and his ferocious face stunned the disabled soldiers. Then they all struggled to rush over and roared: "Protect General!"

Zhao Yang's spiritual power was shocked and he stopped everyone from a foot away.

"Brother Zhu, I, I am Wu Xiaohu." The tall Shura clan opened his mouth and stuttered.

The sound is weird, but everyone can hear it clearly.

Wu Xiaohu!

Didn’t he just commit suicide?

Everyone looked at the corpse lying on the ground without arms, and then looked at the tall Shura body, and couldn't believe it for a moment.

"Yes, it's the general. The general gave me this body with my soul." The voice was still stuttering, but his waving arms were strong and his tall body made people look like they had a huge explosive power.

Change a body?

Looking at Wu Xiaohu's sturdy body, the eyes of these soldiers with incomplete bodies shone brightly.

"General!"

"General!"

Everyone looked at Zhao Yang.

Zhao Yang nodded helplessly and said, "If I want to, I will replace your soul with one body."

He knew that if he didn't agree, these guys might commit suicide like Wu Xiaohu before.

One afternoon, nearly a thousand tall Shura tribes with ferocious faces appeared in the camp.

There were more than a thousand people, and Zhao Yang replaced them with the bodies of the human race in the Shura battlefield world.

These legacy human races are quick to move and are the best spy and scouts.

These two thousand people were loyal to Zhao Yang and their individual strength was much stronger than others. So Zhao Yang let more than a thousand soldiers occupy Shura's body wear iron masks and become his guard.

More than a thousand other people disappeared and became secret spies.

By solving these things, Zhao Yang came to the game world.

The army is training in an orderly manner, and I believe that the training can be completed in less than a month.

Not only his soldiers, he found that those practitioners under the rule of Lingyun Sword Sect were also training intensely, as if they were preparing for the arrival of some major changes.

Zhao Yang's heart was heavy, and he felt like a storm was about to come and the wind filled the building.

Looking at Zuo Ling'er's world again, her spiritual power was already very heavy at this time, and her cultivation was in the late stage of Qi Refining. Her magic weapon and sword intent cultivation were even more powerful.

Those newly entered the secret realm didn't dare to raise their heads in front of her.

Looking at Zuo Ling'er silently with a solemn expression on her face, the softness in Zhao Yang's heart could be triggered.

"Waiting for me, I will come back. Wearing golden armor and stepping on auspicious clouds..."

Zhao Yang whispered silently and closed his eyes.

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"All military training tasks must be completed within one month."

"The dress-up starts with the first battalion."

...

Arranged one thing by one, Zhao Yang waved his hand: "Go!"

He led the team in person to participate in the exchange.

He believed that the soldiers under his command would shock everyone.

The army left the camp, Zhao Yang and He Shuangchi rode their horses in front, and the soldiers in the rear were the same, with uniform movements.

"Brother Zhao's military training skills are really--" He Shuangchi looked back and couldn't help but give a thumbs up.

Zhao Yang smiled softly, and he brought He Shuangchi out to feel it. Eating and living with these people may change his personality.

Sure enough, for three consecutive days, He Shuangchi's temperament was gradually affected and began to become calm.

It is only one day away from the Second Camp of the Exchange Place.

"call--"

A black figure flashed and came to Zhao Yang and whispered a few times.

Zhao Yang's expression remained unchanged and he said lightly: "If they dare to come, they just happen to send military merits to their brothers."

He Shuangchi looked at Zhao Yang in confusion.

"It's just some demons who spy on it, it's okay." Zhao Yang waved his hand and the black figure faded away.

This is the instinct of the human race left in the Shura world for thousands of years.

Continue moving forward, Zhao Yang frowned.

On the compass in his hand, a team of red dots rushed straight towards him.
Chapter completed!