Unlike the deserted city of Kaiming, the rhythm of Luohe Town is much more tense. As soon as he walked into the entrance of the town, Guo Lin and Zhang Hu heard the noisy voices. Although there was military control here, it was still mixed with people. People from various places in the Xia Kingdom, dressed in different clothes and all kinds of people rushed to join the army. Several registration offices for enlistment in the town were surrounded. From this, it can be seen that the customs of Xia Kingdom are still very good. In order to resist the invaders, many people abandoned their families and traveled thousands of miles.
Teams of soldiers holding spears maintained order and walked through the streets and alleys of Luohe Town. Food and grass transportation, treatment of wounded people, and weapons and weapons maintenance were all proceeding in an orderly manner.
"Get out of the way, get out of the way." A team of nearly a hundred people dressed in magicians walked towards the entrance of the town where Guo Lin and Zhang Hu were escorted by a group of soldiers. The leader looked handsome and extraordinary, wearing a red sky-burning robe and holding a thunder staff in his hand. Seeing the appearance of the visitor, Guo Lin was slightly stunned. Isn't this Liu Quansi, the commander of the East Army of Zhendong? Why did he come?
"Get out of the way. Didn't you hear it?" The middle-aged soldier opened the road, stunned when he saw a man in black clothes staying on the avenue, and shouted angrily, "Do you want to die if you block Liu Dutong's way? Get out of the way quickly. If you delay military information, what should you do?"
While the soldiers were scolding him, Guo Lin had already looked at the troops clearly. He was already in the middle level of spiritual refining, naturally saw the strength of these people at a glance. These hundred people were all mages, that is, those who had the power to summon thunder and were respected as Thunder Mages by the people of Xia. The team was brought by Liu Quansi, the commander of the Zhendong Army, and should be here to help defend the city.
After a year of going to the Demon Realm, now I think about how ridiculous the so-called "high status" Thunder Mage in Xia Kingdom is. A person is at a different height, and his ideological realm is completely different. Guo Lin glanced at this team indifferently, and did not argue with the middle-aged soldiers, and stepped aside. The soldier hummed with a domineering coldness and rushed to Kaiming City with this Thunder Force.
If it were the Emperor Zhao Kuo of Xia Kingdom that Zhao Kuo was worried that Kaiming City would be destroyed and threatened the imperial capital Yongyao. And asking other people from the four major families to send troops to defend the city, this is just a matter of fact. Is the Chen family, which has always been like the Guo family, really so selfless? Guo Lin shook his head. Perhaps in the face of the national crisis, it is possible that the Chen family will not be grudges for the time being.
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"Report your name, age, monk level." Guo Lin had already taken Zhang Hu to stand in line at the registration office for a long time. Zhang Hu was in front of Guo Lin. The person who spoke was a veteran with a knife wound on his face and was wearing a thick military uniform. The clothes had the word Guo. It was obvious that the soldier belonged to the Guo family army. He sat on a wooden chair, and the pen and bamboo slips for registering for recruits were placed on the desk in front of him. The figure in front shook and asked without raising his head.
"Zhang Hu, fifteen years old, level..."
Zhang Hu's hesitant look attracted the attention of the soldiers, and then he raised his head. The naturally sharp gaze that had been cultivated on the battlefield swept over Zhang Hu, and then his brows frowned. "Fifteen years old, so young? Don't be slow, there are still many people behind him."
"Brother, I am an ordinary person, no..." Zhang Hu's meaning is very obvious. As an ordinary person, he only has a level without a warrior or a magician.
The quill in Dabing paused slightly: "Turn left, check the qualifications for joining the army, come over, next..."
Guo Lin had good eyesight and followed the soldiers' prompts, thank you for looking. He saw a wooden sign hanging vertically in bright red words, saying that the enlistment requirements were: monks or adult men over 18 years old. Zhang Hu was neither monk nor eighteen years old, so he was naturally not qualified to enlist.
Guo Lin patted Zhang Hu's shoulders in a relief and took another step forward, and said calmly: "He San, age 20. A warrior is the realm of most soldiers Guo Lin saw on the road. He had already planned it before signing up.
The purpose of coming here is very clear, and he secretly helped his father to repel the Shang army. It would be bad if it was too dazzling to attract too many people's attention. As for age, he deliberately declared two more years old. Now Guo Lin's real age is eighteen years old. It is said that he is not sure if he is hairless and does nothing. Since he plans to be an ordinary soldier, he is too young and despised by others.
The veteran skillfully recorded Guo Lin's information, and handed it over to a waist sign and said, "Take it to the back camp on the right and get military uniforms. Next..." He seemed to be really busy, and he was as proud as gold, and he didn't mean to say a few more words to Guo Lin.
Guo Lin withdrew from the crowd and did not go directly to the back camp. Instead, he walked to Zhang Hu who was staring at the conditions for enlistment in a daze. He patted his shoulder and said, "You go back to Mucheng to find Hoshino."
"Brother, I'm not willing to give up." Zhang Hu clenched his fists tightly, and his face turned red.
Guo Lin took out a brown scroll from his arms and handed it to Zhang Hu and said, "When you are on the battlefield like this, any soldier on the other side can kill you. I will avenge your parents' grudges, and you go back. After the war is over, I will come to you again."
Zhang Hu let go of his hand and breathed a deep breath. He believed Guo Lin's words. Moreover, Guo Lin's tone of speaking was very calm, giving Zhang Hu the feeling that he had already decided that this war could be won. He grabbed Guo Lin's powerful arm and said, "Brother, then take care of yourself."
Guo Lin nodded, gave some money, watched Zhang Hu leave, and then went to the back battalion to collect his military uniform. After receiving the military uniform, he came to the recruit's camp with a group of rookies who were also new recruits, led by the soldiers in charge of the back battalion's logistics.
The recruits' camp was on the main road in the northern part of Luohe Town, near a plain with a river flowing across the west. The soldiers in charge of logistics sent everyone a small wooden sign and said in a serious tone: "According to the numbers on the wooden sign, you can find your residence. Rookies, be more at ease and don't violate military discipline. If you die in the military camp before you even go to the battlefield, it will be no fun." After saying that, a group of confused recruits left themselves.
The numbers on the wooden sign that Guo Lin assigned were written with ninety-nine. It took him a long time to find the same number written in black ink in front of a small tent. In the new military camp, there are thousands of such tents, five people and ten people. Each tent lives in ten people.
It was already dark, and a fire was lit in the tent. The man's rude voice came from it.
Guo Lin paused slightly, then lifted the curtain in front of the tent and walked in.
When he saw someone coming in, the sound in the tent stopped abruptly, and the men looked at each other. Seeing a slender figure and beautiful Guo Lin, he was slightly stunned. There were nine people in total, and Guo Lin quickly swept over everyone and realized in his heart.
"Little girl also comes to join the army. Look at the thin and tender skin, come and touch it for the old man. Hahaha..." The person who spoke was a bearded man, his eyes were like a light bulb, and his eyes were very wide, which made people worry that he would fall out if he accidentally did.
The man's name is Yang Fei, and he was also the first person to enter this tent today. Before Guo Lin came, he had already convinced the other eight people with his strong force. After hearing this man's words, the other big men laughed and agreed.
He Zuoan was already a little handsome. Guo Lin, who was wearing the mask of an artist who looked like, was depressed. He thought he was very low-key and would not attract others' attention, but unexpectedly...
He knew that the male style of Xia Country was prevalent and often made such harmless jokes, so he ignored the man's words. His searching eyes swept across every corner of the tent, and finally landed on the floor behind the man who was talking, stacked into dried tofu on the bedding that had not been opened. Then he walked straight over.
"Brother Dafei, this guy is so arrogant. He doesn't take you seriously at all." There are always a few villains in this world who like to sow discord. Yang Fei, who is ignored and treated as air, was a little unhappy to see Guo Lin like this. When a gangster is so agitated, it is undoubtedly adding fuel to the fire. He was about to stand up and stop Guo Linzi who is coming. The latter kicked him in a foot blocking the road, looked down at him, and said in a calm tone: "Get out of the way."
Yang Fei felt that before he could say anything, the man took the initiative to find fault. He immediately became furious, stood up with a loud voice, raised his hand and pushed towards Guo Lin arrogantly, "Come over your asshole, give me some fun, and let you."
Just letting him push him, Guo Lin was like Mount Tai, motionless.
"Idiot." Guo Lin glanced at him coldly, then raised his foot and kicked Yang Fei out. His strong body broke through the tent and fell directly outside the camp.