The Earth People are so Fierce

"If it is me who have the right to freely select a batch of recruits and form a special force, I will only select half of the members in the training camp."

Meng Chao said, "Furthermore, I will not completely select those with the strongest body, the greatest strength, and the best scores in the trial of the ‘Road to Glory’.

"I will choose those people who are on the'Road to Glory', who were at a disadvantage at first, but clenched their teeth and insisted, and came from behind.

"Also, although there have been serious mistakes and even serious injuries, those who endured the pain and completed the trial.

"It is always inevitable to be severely injured and fall into a disadvantage on a battlefield that is perilous and rapidly changing.

"When a storm strikes, even pigs can fly in the sky, and they can ruin and ruin under the wind and water. This does not explain any problems.

"Only in adversity or even desperation, still unwavering, never giving up, able to fight back with an extremely calm mind and amazing courage-this is the best soldier."

In fact, this is also the criteria for selecting soldiers for the Black Skeleton Training Camp in Meng Chao's past lives.

In his previous life, he had been a harvester for many years and had not received too professional combat training.

In the trial of joining the Black Skull Training Camp, the results are not among the best.

However, because of concerns about the safety of his younger sister Bai Jiacao and longing for strong strength to protect his family, he sprained his joint in the first level, and even though his ankle was swollen like a ball, he still limped to complete the test. Practice.

Although the results did not reach the average level.

But his willpower has been appreciated by the instructor.

The recruits who joined the training camp during the same period were in many similar situations.

Everyone is not a sturdy, powerful man.

But those who can grit their teeth through the cruel torture of the Black Skeleton Training Camp are often these unremarkable recruits.

After leaving the training camp, they all became excellent ghost assassins.

Accustomed to the ice storm of respecting the strong and "muscles are strength", it was obviously suppressed by Meng Chao's selection criteria.

After a while, she asked: "Where is the other half?"

"There are half of the soldiers, I will go directly to the dungeon to select."

Meng Chaodao said, "I will select those who have been in the dungeon for more than five days, although they have not been able to climb out of the dungeon, but they look good and their injuries are not too serious. The most important thing is that their bodies cannot be too strong. ."

"Can't the body be too strong?"

The Ice Storm was surprised, "Why is this again?"

"I have calculated that in the dungeon, three to five rounds of food will be distributed every day, but most of the food will be taken away by the strongest rat people. If you don’t get it, you’ll fall into a vicious circle. The more you are hungry, the less your strength will be, and the less your strength will be, the less you will be able to grab food. He was dying, and even starved to death."

Meng Chao said, “Every rat citizen who can live in the dungeon for five days has successfully snatched at least one fried mandala fruit, has the potential to become a fighter, and has a strong desire to survive.

"The reason why the rats who are not physically strong can become the winners of several rounds of food competition is obviously because they have special strength and skills in addition to muscles.

"You must know that with sufficient food and secret medicine, my unique training method, coupled with the Turan's own unmatched physical fitness, muscle and brute force growth, is not so difficult.

"But there is no way to quickly get special strengths and skills other than muscles.

"So, compared to guys with well-developed limbs and simple minds, I prefer these people who are not too strong or even have defects, but still rack their brains and survive extremely hard."

"This…"

Ice Storm admitted that what Meng Chao said had some truth.

But no one has ever selected recruits based on this standard.

The servants selected in this way are really capable of fighting, can they contend with the infinitely powerful opponents?

Ice Storm hesitated.

"Another point."

Meng Chao saw her hesitation and continued, "If Master Ice Storm chose the strongest soldier, they wouldn't be grateful to you from the bottom of your heart—because you just choose according to your usual practice. Any gladiator or clan warrior will They are selected in this way, even if they are not picked by you, they will become the servants of another strong man.

"In this case, their gratitude and loyalty will not belong to you completely, but will belong to the Blood Skull Arena, the big figures behind the Arena, and even themselves.

"But what if you break the routine and pick those who are under the old rules and have no chance to be selected, but can only die in the dungeon?

"These people never thought that they would still have a chance to live. As long as you give them a glimmer of hope, they can return you one or even countless miracles.

"Moreover, these people know very well that besides you, it is impossible for a second gladiator or clan warrior to choose them.

"You are their only hope. Apart from thanking and loyal to you from the heart, what choice do they have?

"Considering this point, do you still think that the selection method I proposed is not a good idea?"

The ice storm's mind turned around, and deep in the eyes, the cone of ice condensed by the fine light grew longer and sharper.

She stared at Meng Chao, and carefully observed the black-haired and dark-eyed rat people again and again.

"What you said makes sense, perhaps, it makes sense."

The ice storm said meaningfully, "Dangerous, fast-changing, racking your brains—this is what you just said, and many of them are very fresh at first glance. Apart from you, I haven't heard anyone say this before, but I think carefully. , And felt very appropriate, refined and elegant, just like words from a nobleman who has passed on for thousands of years.

"Reaper, are you really a rat folk?"

"I do not know."

Meng Chao didn't panic at all, and asked indifferently, "Is this important?"

indeed.

For Kasava, who is from the bloodhoof clan and the son of the chief, it may be very important for him to enter the arena with an unknown source and possess mysterious powers.

But Ice Storm is just a gladiator.

Even though she was named "Ace", it couldn't change the fact that she had no foundation in Pointe-Noire, no loyalty and sense of belonging, but an involuntary stranger.

No matter who Meng Chao is.

Even if he removes the mask and headgear now, revealing the blond and blue eyes blessed by the Holy Light, it is not important to the ice storm.

Thinking of this, Ice Storm smiled.

"Can you still walk?"

She asked Meng Chao, "If we can go, we will pick new recruits now."

…

When the spider was dragged out of the dungeon, he was still confused, not knowing what was going on.

Looking forward to being in the dark dungeon, unable to adapt to the strong sunlight for a while, she kept shed tears and muffled the world around her.

He could only vaguely understand from the ecstatic screams of other rat people that they were saved.

At least, temporarily saved.

However, this face was full of wrinkles, and the middle-aged man, who had been silent from the moment he was caught by the clan masters, could not even squeeze out a half-extra expression, did not cry with joy and dance like other rat people.

Rubbing his eyes slowly, he still had the expression of a sad face.

I kept thinking about it in my heart: It would be nice if I didn't run out to find food that day.

Knowing that the masters have entered the village.

He should be hiding in the cave with his wife and cubs for ten days and nights.

Why venture to the burning village, under the eyes of the masters, to get the mandala fruit that everyone has hidden?

it's good now.

He was taken to Pointe-Noire by the masters.

The mother-in-law and the cubs are still in the cave.

The mother-in-law was still having a big belly, and was about to add another **** kid to him soon.

After so many days, I don't know if they are still alive.

Has it been discovered by the masters, or taken away by the totem beast?

Even if I was lucky, I was not found or taken away.

The mandala trees are blooming.

If you can't find the mandala fruit and can't hunt, you can only starve to death, right?

"I should have taught the two little cubs to hunt, so that even if they escape to the mountains and forests, they will always have a chance to live." The spider thought annoyedly.

But the harsh life has long told this wrinkled middle-aged man that chagrin is useless.

He squeezed away the tears.

Squint your eyes and observe the surroundings.

Observe the route where you can escape from the Bleeding Skull Arena, escape from Pointe Noire, escape back to the cave behind the small mountain village, and save the mother-in-law and the two little boys.

No, maybe it's not two little brats.

It's three or even four **** little bastards.

Then, the spider saw Meng Chao.

"It's him?"

This middle-aged rat man couldn't help being startled slightly.

After spending ten days in the same cell as Meng Chao, the spider perceives the extremely dangerous breath that seeps from the depths of Meng Chao's wound with the keen intuition of a hunter.

Knowing that this black-haired ratman, who is soaked in sewage and can't die to death, is lazy like a python, is by no means as simple as it seems on the surface.

But the peculiar caution of the middle-aged hunter made him force himself not to put too much curiosity on Meng Chao.

Except for thinking about how to escape and save the mother-in-law and the little boys, he didn't want to think about anything.

Therefore, he neither approached Meng Chao, lest he become a thorn in the eye of other red-eyed rat people.

Like those brave men who relied on their bravery, they were too stupid to provoke this mysterious man with black hair and black eyes.

At most, the life and death of Meng Chao is used to bet.

Of course, it's all betting that Meng Chao is still alive.

But each time the bet is not too much, the most is a fried mandala fruit crumb the size of a fingernail.

—He knows that he is sure to win.

But no matter how much the bet is, he can't guarantee that the loser won't fall back on the bill.

In this way, the spider and Meng Chao stayed in the same room and spent ten days in the same room.

He originally thought that Meng Chao would never notice himself who was not amazing and disappeared in the crowd.

But Meng Chao's meaningful eyes and smile made him realize that his ability to escape from birth is definitely related to this mysterious person with black hair and black eyes.