The next day, it was sunny.

The haze has been hazy for several days, the dark clouds have dissipated and the sun has poured down.

The Death Camp has never been so lively at this moment, with the soldiers wearing excited expressions mixed with excitement. Everyone thinks that today's weather is a good omen, and the Death Camp has ushered in spring.

Spring for a few people.

It is precisely most people who think they will be one of the few, a future baron of the empire.

They have reason to be happy.

Yang Zheng was mixed in the crowd, looking coldly at the noisy crowd around him.

A group of people who struggle in troubled times and long for survival only need a drop of honey to be satisfied. The Baron Lord, the third-class knight, is that drop of honey. Yang Zheng does not need it. He looks at everything around him indifferently. Until now, he still does not regard himself as a member of this world. He comes from the earth and stubbornly wants to isolate everything in this world from him until death takes him away.

Meng Xun, Hongshi and others stood beside Yang Zheng, and were completely accustomed to Yang Zheng's loneliness.

Their small group is the strongest group of people in the Death Camp. No one dares to mess with them except for Wilson's group.

Wilson was the son of a blacksmith in Hongkan City. He had a bad temper and was exiled to the death camp after accidentally killing someone.

He stayed in the death camp for eleven months and was the person who stayed the longest except Yang Zheng.

His natural divine power and cruel personality quickly gathered a group of followers around him.

It's just because the death camp is full of all kinds of perverted darkness.

In addition to deaths on the battlefield, there are many people who go crazy every day.

Everyone has to be attached to a small group, except Yang Zheng.

He is someone Wilson dared not mess with.

After the assembly number rang, like yesterday, the Wolf Tooth Army swarmed into the death camp, and the number of people was twice that of yesterday, surrounding the death camp. The selection of the Special Operations Team must be full of gunpowder, and there is reason to do a good job of safety.

Mo Bingyun and Qiu Yuanshan walked into the high platform at a corner of the death camp with cold faces.

Ten meters in front of the platform is a newly built wooden ring.

After sitting down, Mo Bingyun's eyes swept across the audience, paused on Yang Zheng, a complicated look flashed in his eyes, and he quickly moved away.

Yang Zheng seemed to have some sense of consciousness, raised his head, then smiled self-deprecatingly, and continued to lower his head and fiddle with a small stone on the ground with his feet.

Thousands of eyes were concentrated on the ring, full of excitement and expectation.

Qiu Yuanshan coughed lightly, turned his head, and found that Mo Bingyun was still sitting there without expression. He smiled embarrassedly and muttered to himself, "What is the flower of the Empire?" I can change it to the Imperial Ice, but it is not humane at all."

There was no choice but to stand up by himself: "The soldiers of the vanguard infantry battalion obeyed the order. This time, the special operations team was selected as the Imperial Secretariat. There were only 20 places. The selected one will be directly promoted to the third-class knight and won the Baron of the Empire. My Highness and the Third Princess discussed it and started with the simplest strength test."

Qiu Yuanshan finished speaking frankly, and with a wave of his hand, ten Wolf Tooth soldiers walked into the camp in groups of two, carrying five large stone cauldrons.

When we arrived at the arena, the stone tripod was thrown to the ground, and the sound of the sound of the sound was trembling and dust flew.

The stone tripod weighs about 200 kilograms, and only a few can be lifted over the head.

The soldiers of the Death Camp, who were full of enthusiasm, were instantly poured on their heads by cold water. A considerable number of people had no courage to try, and sighed and shook their heads.

The soldiers who passed the test were arranged aside, while those who failed the test were rushed back to the barracks without hesitation by the Wolf Tooth Army.

There were fewer and fewer people, and only one out of ten passed. Yang Zheng was leaning behind the crowd and did not rush forward.

Yu Lei, whose butt was still swollen, sighed: "I don't know if I can do it, oh...hiss..."

He twisted his waist and took a breath of air conditioning in pain.

Luota, Meng Xun, Liu Ruofei, and Hongshi all laughed, and even Yang Zheng rarely showed a smile.

The crowd was in an uproar at this time.

Yang Zheng and the others looked up and saw a bald strong man about two meters tall, dark-skinned, with a tiger-backed and bear-waisted waist raised a stone cauldron over his head with one hand, and walked to the other stone cauldron. The empty left hand grabbed the stone cauldron on the ground, and a loud shout. The muscles all over his body were raised high, and the blue veins on his forehead and neck were bulging, and the other stone cauldron was also raised to the top of his head.

"Wilson, good!" There was a cheer in the crowd, all of whom were soldiers attached to Wilson's men.

In the stands, Qiu Yuanshan and Mo Bingyun were also slightly moved.

Wilson laughed wildly, held two stone cauldrons and turned around, throwing them to the ground.

At the same time, Yang Zheng heard a beast-like whisper around him.

He turned his head and saw Hongshi clenching his fists, his eyes flushed red, and his eyes staring at Wilson as if flames were about to spew out.

Yang Zheng sighed in his heart and stretched out one hand to hold Hongshi's wrist.

"Be calm, anger can only make people lose their minds."

His words were like a basin of cold water, pouring on the angry Hongshi. Hongshi closed his eyes and said with difficulty for a while: "Thank you, Brother Xiao Zheng."

Yang Zheng nodded secretly. Hongshi is worthy of being the "Lone Sail Wiseman" and has the ability to endure beyond ordinary people. In fact, anyone who encounters Hongshi's situation is already strong. Two months before Hongshi was exiled to the death camp, because of his neutral and handsome appearance and elegant conversation, he was once tortured by Wilson and his gang. In the death camp where there is a lack of women and ambition, any perverted and dark things may happen. Long Yang's goodness is not the privilege of the nobles.

Two months later, Hongshi relied on amazing patience to invade Yang Zheng, a small group.

Wilson did not dare to humiliate him again, but the seeds of hatred had been planted. Unless one party died, the devil would be entangled in Redstone's heart.

There were fewer and fewer people, and it was finally Yang Zheng's turn to do it.

Meng Xun, who was tall and tall as Yang Zheng, was the first to go up, grabbed the edge of the stone tripod with both hands, shouted in a deep voice, and raised it up in response.

Meng Xun's power is powerful and can easily pass.

Next, Luota, Liu Ruofei and others passed the test. Hongshi breathed hard a few times. Yang Zheng knew that his strength was not his strength, so he slapped his waist hard: "Go, you can do it."

Hongshi nodded vigorously and walked steadily to the stone tripod.

There was a sudden commotion in the crowd, with sarcastic voices such as "little white face" and "yo...Redstone". Hongshi's face turned red in an instant.

Yang Zheng frowned and looked over, but it was Wilson and his group of people.

Mo Bingyun was paying attention to Yang Zheng. Seeing him frowning, somehow, he felt uncomfortable in his heart, and he also felt that the people below were making a noise.

He stood up suddenly and shouted coldly at Wilson's group: "Shut up, whoever talks nonsense, immediately disqualify the selection and military law will be punished."

Qiu Yuanshan looked at Mo Bingyun in surprise. The princess's behavior today was really strange.

The noise subsided immediately. Hongshi looked at the stands gratefully, shouted loudly, lifted the stone tripod to his chest, and suddenly he took a few steps back, as if he was about to be crushed by the stone tripod.

"Be careful!" Meng Xun and others flew forward.

"Don't...come here!" Hongshi struggled to squeeze out a few words from his teeth.

Yang Zheng stared at him, no expression in his eyes.

"I... can do it, ahhhh!" Hongshi let out a series of roars, and Shi Ding was actually lifted up one by one. Hongshi was shaking and his upper body was shaking violently. However, it was not important. He had already succeeded. After three seconds of perseverance, he fell to the ground with Shi Ding.

Yang Zheng walked forward, pulled him up, and a hint of warmth appeared in his eyes: "Good!"

Hongshi smiled.

Yang Zheng tried the weight of the stone cauldron. He did not value any medals or honors. The false honey cannot arouse any interest. Yang Zheng, who has received earth education in the 21st century, believes that honey needs to be created by himself.

My own honey has been left on the earth.

Yang Zheng smiled bitterly, raised the stone tripod over his head, stopped for a while, and threw away the stone tripod.

Then he walked back to the side calmly.

Yu Lei also tried it, but he was a OPTIAN. He twisted his butt and flew into the stands, causing Xiaoyue behind Mo Bingyun to almost run away again.

This guy has always been more courageous than the sky.

283 people passed the strength test.

Less than one-tenth of the total number of people.

The second test of sword skills was to send 283 wooden swords to the hands of the passer. The test was very simple. 283 people stood on the ring in a 50-meter radius and fought, and the people who were knocked down and knocked down the ring were eliminated. The last 20 people were directly selected.

Without anyone noticing, Yang Zheng secretly stuffed his m9 saber into the redstone belt.

Hongshi looked at Yang Zheng in shock, and saw a cruel smile appearing on the corner of his mouth and making a cut-off move.

The war drum beat three times, and countless roars came from the ring.

Wooden swords are flying in the air.

The advantages of small groups are undoubtedly revealed, and personal strength is simply insignificant in the melee.

Several people who were attached to Yang Zheng stood back to back together, holding wooden swords in their hands, and those who approached were all hit and fell to the ground or were kicked out of the ring.

Gradually, the taste changed!

Under the temptation of the title, people are going crazy.

The battle became more and more crazy. Although the wooden sword was dull, the human being was even more fragile. There were constant tragic sounds, some were pierced through their eyes, some were broken by their neck bones, and the smell of blood was filled with each other, and the terrible killing of each other was exerted to the extreme. The wolf-tooth army surrounding them made strange screams, and their eyes shone, as if there was a Colosseum in front of them. 283 beasts were biting each other, conveying the pleasure of barbarity.

Mo Bingyun and the six beautiful soldiers behind her turned their heads with some disgust.

Qiu Yuanshan was different. His eyes emitted a more intense light, his breathing became heavy, his fists were clenched, and his twisted face showed that he was very excited now, very excited.

Blood splattered into Yang Zheng's mouth, and he licked it, and the strong fishy smell stimulated his nerves.

He doesn't like being watched and fought like a toy, but he likes the smell of blood. It makes him obsessed with it. Only in the blood and the fight will he forget the past, just like smoking marijuana, immersed in a short pleasure.

More and more soldiers were lying at his feet, either dead or disabled. Yang Zheng was like a ferocious beast trapped in despair, crazily venting the violent hormones in his body.

Many soldiers were frightened and retreated in horror.
To be continued...