There were 1,500 slaves, 80 civilians, a total of 1,850 people. In addition to the elderly, weak, sick and disabled, and a very small number of stubborn people who would rather continue to be humiliated and maintain a low status than to erect a god in their hearts, Zhang Lisheng obtained 1,170 religious warriors who were not so devout in his heart.

The reason why there is such a high recruitment rate is that the elderly and the weak in Roman slaves are very rare. High-intensity work and unnutritional diet make these poor people suffer from injuries, illness or old age and weak, and slaves who can live are generally considered healthy.

At this moment, in front of a giant horny hollow pillar standing against the mountain in the Red Shrimp Valley, the healthy Roman serfs, who were tall but thin, and whose ribs on their chests could be counted, were wearing a newly washed coat, with fearful eyes but some kind of passionate emotion in a long queue, walking into the corner pillars one by one.

Whenever someone enters the corner column, a faint milky white light will light up on the shiny shell of the giant column. At the same time, countless drops of thick black oil will be secreted from the uneven hollow inner wall of the corner column and dripped on the serfs standing in the giant column, wrapping their bodies in just two or thirty seconds.

After a while, when the protein oil that clung to the skin of the slaves independently wriggled and shaped the body of the leopard-headed human solidified, a warrior with powerful force appeared on the land of Xilei Mountain.

"Sir, although these Romans are generally malnourished, their physical fitness is incredibly good, especially their tolerance can barely bear the "God-given Body" equipped by the regular legion of the "Wuli" legion. It is really incomprehensible.

With such conditions, after training for a few months or two, replenishing enough meat, a powerful army is simply within reach." From the mountains, looking down at everything in the valley, a tall old man in a black animal skin robe and dressed as a Roman wise man stood behind the god Wu Li excitedly.

"Azmuk, you can't understand the tolerance of these Roman slaves because you have never experienced the feeling of true despair." Zhang Lisheng, who was also dressed in a black robe, smiled and shook his head. He said, "It's a pity that we don't have two or three months to spend on training. We can only let them learn how to fight in war.

By the way, are the spies back?"

"I'm back, sir," the tall old man standing behind the god Wu Li replied respectfully: "According to the information brought back by the spies, all the regular troops led by Tat have gathered on the Central Enit Plain.

Viscount Tatedus occupies the title of lord and has the righteousness of 'revenge'. He has regained his leadership power, but Sir Hostine has made great contributions to conquering 'Zhong Enit', and he is not without the power to struggle. At least the original North Tatedus defense army is still loyal to his side."

"So the situation in Tatedu is really tense and subtle," Zhang Lisheng showed a strange smile on his face. "In this way, it seems that no matter what we do in the remote Xilei Mountain, it is unlikely that the people of Tatedu are paying attention."
Chapter completed!