Finally, the soldiers from the Chaling Army arrived one after another.
There was also a dark scene in front of Lu Fang.
Under the scolding of Yu Bei, Xing Song and other generals, these soldiers lined up and stood in line.
But still looking lazy.
There are six square arrays in total.
Then there are the other fire-headed soldiers, grooms, etc.
There is only one phalanx of soldiers who looks like that.
Lu Fang pointed to the phalanx and said to Yang Mao: "Which general's soldiers are those?"
Yang Mao said calmly: "He was under General Han Pian in the past."
It turned out to be Han Feihong's subordinate.
Lu Fang understood.
Among the generals of the Chaling Army, Han Feihong was the only one who still looked like a soldier. He had really found a treasure.
Then, he jumped off the high platform and walked toward the square array.
As I got closer, I saw many familiar faces.
They all followed Han Feihong to the Chaling Army to suppress bandits.
Some people also nodded and smiled at Lu Fang.
They should be considered the only people in the Chaling Army who have a good impression of Lu Fang.
Lu Fang nodded, waved his hand and said, "Disband! Just go and do what you have to do!"
"???"
These soldiers are full of questions.
"Go!"
Lu Fang said again.
Then walked back to the high platform.
He cleared his throat and shouted to the dark crowd below: "Soldiers of the Chaling Army, I am the younger brother of the new recruiting envoy Lu Liang, Lu Fang! Today, I am here to review you on my brother's behalf! All of you!
Stand still for me!"
Immediately afterwards, regardless of the ugly faces of Yang Mao and others, he turned on the verbal attack mode.
"You! I am very disappointed!"
"Look at how you look! Even the soldiers of our Great Chongqing Dynasty, even those bandits, are stronger than you!"
"You're lazy! It takes you so long to even assemble! If I tell you, you are just a bunch of losers. If you are dragged to the battlefield, you will be destined for death."
"No!"
"You are simply not qualified to die. When you go to the battlefield, nine out of ten of you will wet your pants and become a deserter!"
"Damn it! Only the brothers under General Han Pian are still serious. You have let me down! Very disappointed!"
"Stand still for me!"
"The hatred value from Du Shi is 33!"
"The hatred value from Wu Sansiao is 44!"
"The hatred value from Qu Liuci is 33!"
"From..."
The effect is very delicious!
Lu Fang did not curse loudly, but what he said was not pleasant.
Even if these soldiers of the Chaling Army knew what kind of thing they were, they looked at Lu Fang with vague anger.
They all gave Lu Fang a lot of hatred.
In fact, what made them most uncomfortable was not that Lu Fang said that they were idlers, but that Lu Fang emphasized that Han Feihong's soldiers were stronger than them, and even asked Han Feihong's soldiers to go back to rest.
There is no fucking place to reason!
Confucius once said, don’t worry about the scarcity but the inequality.
In this world, you are afraid that others may have something but you may not. As long as there are comparisons, it is easy to feel jealous and resentful.
As Lu Fang looked at the rising hatred value, he felt naturally happy.
With so many people, even if the amount of hatred they can arouse with just their words is not much, it is still an astonishing amount.
Swish, swish, it went up by tens of thousands of points.
The effect was much better than he expected.
Seeing the unkind expressions on the faces of the soldiers in the audience, Lu Fang stopped talking.
The system obviously still has a mechanism for determining hatred value.
Most of these soldiers just brushed up a wave of hatred value, and there is no further story.
It's not a big feud after all.
Of course, cooling time may also be required.
In fact, until now, Lu Fang has not been able to figure out the mechanism of hatred value and worship value.
Most of the time, it's done once, but occasionally, it's repeated.
Just like before, Xing Song gave himself hundreds of points of hatred.
Need to hit again?
Lu Fang opened his mouth and said: "I'll fucking punish you by standing here! When will you learn to stand up straight? I'll let you disperse again."
Then he took out a handful of melon seeds from his pocket and cracked them.
After thinking about it, I took out a few more toffees.
After more than ten minutes, with many people dumbfounded, he magically took out a jar of wine from his small pocket.
In front of so many people, he opened the mud seal and poured it into his mouth.
Even Yang Mao, Yu Bei and others were dumbfounded.
They were also martial arts masters, but they really couldn't figure out how Lu Fang could hide such a large wine jar in his pocket.
The aroma of wine overflows.
There was a sound of swallowing saliva from the front row.
Although the weather is much cooler now than before, these Chaling sergeants who have been idle for too long still feel a little sore after standing for such a long time.
"The hatred value from Chen Dong is 44!"
"From..."
The hatred value gradually increased again.
Not so bullying.
We are told to stand here for a long time, and you have your own damn snacks and wine served to you.
"Master Lu, is it almost done?"
Yang Mao couldn't help but speak, his tone already full of anger.
In his opinion, Lu Fang was slapping him in the face.
Lu Fang just pretended not to hear, and "coincidentally" threw the melon seed shells at Yang Mao's feet.
Yang Mao's brows jumped.
"The hatred value from Yang Mao is 66!"
This was a complete slap in his face.
"snort!"
But in the end he just snorted and turned around to leave.
He was afraid that if he continued to stay here, he would not be able to help but draw a knife and chop this little bastard.
Lu Fang was still enjoying himself leisurely.
As if by magic, he took out two more wine glasses from his pocket and clinked them with Jiang Zimo.
Then, he turned back to Yu Bei and said, "General Yu, do you want to have a drink?"
"No, no need."
Yu Bei smiled sarcastically.
He wouldn't dare.
If he drinks with Lu Fang now, he will offend the entire Chaling Army.
I really can't figure out what Lu Fang is doing here.
Time gradually passes.
Some of the soldiers standing below were wearing heavy armor, with dozens of kilograms of stuff hanging on their bodies, and they were already covered in sweat.
The sweltering feeling was like countless ants crawling on my body.
But Lu Fang's hatred value did not increase much.
Probably the vast majority of people have already exhausted their energy. Those who are still doing it are mostly those with weak stomachs.
He is the kind of person who will never forget someone who offends him.
These are baby bumps!
Lu Fang turned on the hatred value protection system, glanced at his own hatred value, and almost couldn't help but burst into laughter.
In such a short time, his hatred value has increased to as much as 140,000.
If this can be done repeatedly, is it still worth it?
"belch!"
After burping, Lu Fang picked up his riding whip and jumped off the high platform again.
"Stand still!"
When he got in front of a sergeant, he whipped him with a horsewhip.
"The hatred from Li Sansheng is worth 50!"
It really works.
"The hatred value from Linghao Liquor is 44!"
"The hatred value from He Baichuan is 55!"
"From..."
Having tasted the sweetness, Lu Fang started the mode of continuing to increase the hatred value.
The crackling sound of riding whips kept ringing in the school grounds.
The faces of Xing Song and others gradually turned as black as coal.
This little bastard has eaten the weight and is determined to offend them to death!