Walking through the underground passages, thick alloy doors will occasionally appear on the surrounding stone walls. Behind these doors, there should be rooms where the soldiers of the 314th Legion live. Every few dozen meters in the passage,
There will be two soldiers standing on both sides. When they see the strong man carrying the hammer, they will put their right fist on their chest and lower their heads. This is the military salute of the Blood Knife Army.
After walking for about ten minutes, Chu Jiang and others arrived at the door of the room where Legion Commander Xing Lang lived. The door in front of them was obviously different from other doors in terms of size and metal. Chu Jiang was a little surprised.
The metal used to make this gate seems to be refined iron ore.
Ten thousand kilograms of ordinary iron ore can be extracted into about one kilogram of concentrated iron ore. The value of this concentrated iron ore is more expensive than gold. Of course, gold is not valuable nowadays. After all, so many desolate planets have been developed and mined.
It has been replaced by many rare metals, and the status of gold has been declining again and again. It is not considered a good thing. Maybe you are walking on the street and a toy car driven by a child is made of pure gold.
Concentrated iron ore is a relatively rare metal. If it is to be refined artificially, it will take a lot of manpower and financial resources. On some inanimate planets, it is purely natural concentrated iron ore, such as this Yellowstone star.
Seeing the iron ore, Chu Jiang immediately thought of the equipment in the Hero Space. He had been coveting those equipment for a long time, but he had no money and couldn't find the rare metals he needed, so he couldn't do anything about it.
After refining it, he now has more than 700 million Chinese coins on his card. If he finds another fifty kilograms of refined iron ore, he can make a big sword.
Although it is just an ordinary big sword, according to the introduction in Hero Space, this big sword is already equivalent to a C-level weapon in terms of attack power and hardness. You must know that even an ordinary gold-level warrior
, may not be able to use C-level weapons, which shows how precious C-level weapons are.
Of course, what excites Chu Jiang the most is that once he builds a big sword, he can further build more advanced equipment, such as a vampire scepter. With the vampire scepter, he can create a blood-sucking scepter.
Scimitar, with the vampire scimitar, he is only one step away from the god-level weapon - the Blade of the Ruined King.
Of course, these are just thoughts. Now as long as he can build a big sword, it will be a big surprise for him.
Therefore, he needs concentrated iron ore very much.
Just as Chu Jiang stared at the gate made of concentrated iron ore, his eyes shone brightly. The gate had slowly opened. Inside was a very wide hall. At this time, there were many people in the hall, about a dozen.
The big man carrying the hammer said loudly to Chu Jiang and others:
"We're here, you guys go in first, I'll report to the legion commander, he will be there in a moment."
Then, he looked at the middle-aged uncle and said, "Don't you want to see the legion commander? Come with me."
After saying that, he took the lead and walked towards the depths of the underground passage.
The middle-aged uncle and Chu Jiang looked at each other, gave Chu Jiang a reassuring look, and then followed him straight away.
Chu Jiang looked at the uncle's back, a little worried. Although they met by chance and even forgot to ask his name, after experiencing a series of things, in addition to being grateful, he also felt a little more kind to the uncle.
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Stepping into the hall, the dozen or so people inside turned their attention to Chu Jiang and the three of them. Seeing these people, Chu Jiang discovered that everyone in the hall had one thing in common, they were young.
The oldest ones here are probably only in their twenties, and the youngest ones are even twelve or thirteen years old.
More than a dozen people were divided into several small groups and stayed in the wide hall, looking at each other warily. No one spoke aloud. Chu Jiang and the two young men who came with him naturally became a group. They walked to a corner.
We got to know each other. The young man in a black trench coat was named Bai Yi, a taciturn type. The other young man with an iron chain on his body was named Hu Ze. We were not familiar with each other, so we just introduced him.
Name and other matters were not asked.
Chu Jiang looked around the situation in the hall, and his eyes suddenly stopped on a long-haired old man leaning against a stone pillar. The old man was wearing a brown robe, with white hair hanging casually on his shoulders. He was holding a wine bottle in his hand.
He stopped pouring it into his mouth, Chu Jiang wrinkled his nose, and then walked over unconsciously.
When I walked in and took a look, I realized that the old man still looked very young, almost forty years old, but his white hair made him look older.
"Brother, does this wine taste good?" Chu Jiang stared at the wine bottle in the old man's hand and couldn't help but lick his lips. He could smell that the wine in the old man's hand was not any kind of modern brewing.
The wine, on the contrary, is like Laobaigan from hundreds of years ago, with a strong aroma.
He is not an alcoholic, but he always has a special feeling for things from hundreds of years ago. After coming to this world, he drank a lot of wine, but he didn't feel the same as before. At this time, the old man
The smell of wine from the wine bottle in his hand immediately attracted him.
The old man glanced at him through his white hair, and his slightly hoarse voice sounded:
"What, want to try it?"
"Hey." Chu Jiang scratched his scalp, looking quite embarrassed.
The old man was very happy and threw the wine bottle over casually and said, "Remember to leave some for me."
Chu Jiang nodded repeatedly, then put the spout of the pot to his nose and smelled it. He couldn't help but take a deep breath. It was indeed that familiar taste. He poured a sip into his mouth. The spicy wine smell was like a flame.
The feeling of swelling on his forehead reminded Chu Jiang of the first time he had a drink with his dorm buddies in college. For a moment, he had mixed feelings.
"I don't know, but you are also a storyteller." The old man watched Chu Jiang's every move and couldn't help but speak.
Chu Jiang was startled for a moment, then smiled, story? Who doesn't have a story in mind? It's just that his story is quite incredible.
"How old is the boy?" The old man casually sat cross-legged on the ground, smoothed his hair in front of his face, and asked lightly towards Chu Jiang.
"You'll be seventeen after Hanukkah." Chu Jiang answered truthfully.
"Seventeen...seventeen." The old man murmured twice in a low voice. Then, his eyes became a little wandering, and Chu Jiang could read a kind of sadness and vicissitudes of life on his face.
"Who is there at home?" The old man broke out of his daze, took a sip of wine, and asked again.
Chu Jiang was stunned, not knowing whether to tell the truth or conceal it. Somehow, he couldn't bear to tell lies when facing this old man. In the end, he gritted his teeth and told the truth.
"There are grandparents, parents and two brothers at home."
The old man nodded and continued:
"You were just brought here, right? If you can survive the death cage, you must be pretty strong."
"I just came here. I think my strength is average. It's mainly luck." Chu Jiang said. Being able to survive the fighting of tens of thousands of people this time did have some luck in it. If he hadn't met the uncle, he would have been able to survive.
Maybe he really fell into trouble here. Of course, this was also the reason for his bad luck. Who knew that perverted old man would find him anyway.
"Yes, you are very good." The old man suddenly stood up, patted his shoulder, and then walked directly outside.
At this time, a tall man and several subordinates were walking from the door. This person was Xing Lang. When he saw the white-haired old man, he hurriedly greeted him. The old man waved his hand to indicate that he should be ignored and walked out.
hall.
Seeing this scene, Chu Jiang was slightly startled. It seemed that this old man was still a great person. Even a person in a high position like Xing Lang had to be so respectful to him.
After Xing Lang entered the hall, he loudly said to everyone inside:
"I believe you all already know my name. I am the commander of the 314th Legion. Here, there are nearly one hundred thousand brothers and more than a dozen large interstellar warships. Perhaps in your eyes,
The power of the country is above all else, but let me tell you, our Blood Sword Army has a great Blood Sword King and tens of millions of powerful warriors. Even if we face the Federation, we are not afraid. With your strength, in the Federation, maybe
You can only be an ordinary citizen for the rest of your life, but in our Blood Blade Army, you may become a general, or even a legion commander like me. As long as you are strong enough, it is not impossible to become a powerful army leader.
possible."
The sonorous voice continued to echo in the hall, and also echoed in everyone's hearts. At this moment, although not everyone's blood was boiling, there was more or less excitement. Everyone had ambitions, and everyone wanted to be a human being.
People, this is especially true for these young people who can be regarded as geniuses. In the Federation, they really cannot deliberately stand out if they want to, but here, they may really be able to show off their ambitions.
Looking at the crowd who were gradually becoming agitated, Xing Lang nodded slightly and then said:
"You are the more outstanding talents among the recent batches of newcomers, so you have a higher starting point than others. In the next period of time, I will arrange a hell-style training for you. After the training, I will give you corresponding
Your position, the level of your position, is determined by your final training results. Here, rights and status are directly linked to your strength. Therefore, if you want to be in a high position and gain rights, train hard and become a strong person.
That’s it.”
"Of course, since it is called hell-like training, death and injury are inevitable. You can also choose not to participate."
After hearing what he said, everyone present pondered. Hell-style training is not a fun thing to hear. If you participate, you may die. However, if you don't participate, you will directly lose a higher starting point than others.
If you want to be the most ordinary soldier, you may die accidentally while performing a mission. There are dangers everywhere.
After thinking for a moment, almost everyone chose to participate, and only one or two people chose to withdraw. The two who quit were taken out.
"Okay, since you have all made your decision, follow him and enter your training base." Looking at the remaining dozen people, Xing Lang pointed to the thin man beside him and said calmly.
The skinny man showed a strange smile to everyone, and then led everyone outside. Everyone saw this guy's smile and had a bad feeling in their hearts.
At this moment, a soldier ran up to Xing Lang and whispered a few words. Xing Lang raised his eyebrows and stopped everyone.
"The guy in the dark black suit stays, and the others can go."
ps: First update, please give me all the motivation