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(Today's update, 5000 words ~)
The 188th chapter "Special talents"
Once again, Du Wei arrived at the slave market of the imperial capital. This time, he was much more careful. Wearing a tall cloak to cover his face, he dismounted from his horse and followed behind General Longbottom in the crowd.
Today, it seems that there are fewer people in the slave market. Although the three of them were leading their horses, it wasn't difficult for them to walk. Little Sandy, on the other hand, was having a harder time. The chestnut stallion he was riding was somewhat disobedient, always going against little Sandy.
"You should give it a few good whips." General Longbottom looked at the kid and muttered: "These animals are like this, the weaker you are, the more they will bully you."
But little Sandy was somewhat reluctant, this was his first horse in his life. The kind housekeeper Mard also promised little Sandy that he could give him this stallion for his own use. Looking at the beautiful chestnut coat of the horse, Sandy couldn't bring his whip down.
"Let's stop here." General Longbottom stopped the horse at the end of the long street far away from the slave market. Here, the flow of people is less, and the nearest slave trader's platform is about 100 meters away. On the other hand, Du Wei saw that on both sides of the street, there were many people with white cloth on their arms. Some were young, some were middle-aged, and some were low level warriors.
Sometimes, Du Wei really didn't understand … … These poor warriors, even if their level is very low, even if they are only level one, but at least they are official warriors. How can they fall to this point?
These people's martial arts are at least better than those of ordinary people, right? If they are willing to be soldiers … … The empire's huge territory requires a large number of troops to guard, so almost every year there is a recruitment notice. These low level warriors, with their skills, are they not even qualified to be soldiers?
However, later on, Du Wei came to understand: This is probably the so-called persistence or dignity of a warrior. In the eyes of a warrior, even if it was the lowest level of warrior, if it wasn't for the fact that they had nowhere else to go, they definitely wouldn't be willing to join the army … just to be a small soldier.
They were warriors, and they had official ranks. They could not tolerate being ordered around by some small leaders who were just ordinary people in the army. They could not tolerate being ordered around by some small leaders who were just ordinary people. They would rather be a lowly bodyguard in a carriage company. In fact, he was even working hard. But entering the army?
Unless he was an officer!
However, the Empire didn't have any major wars at the moment. It could be said that the entire continent was very peaceful. Without war, it was very difficult to rise up in the army. If it was during war, it might be possible to rise from a small soldier to a small captain in a day. However, in peacetime … this process might take several years, or even longer!
"It's just like the university students in my previous life who couldn't find a job. They would rather wait for an opportunity than work as a waiter in a restaurant." Du Wei sighed.
Looking at the corners on both sides of the street, those expressionless warriors hugged their rusty swords, their expressions cold and their eyes empty … Du Wei suddenly felt a little emotional.
Crash!
Longbottom took down something covered in a black cloth from his horse and threw it on the ground. From the shape, it looked like a bundle of long strips, and from the sound … it seemed to be metal?
Yes, metal.
As Longbottom untied the cloth, a bundle of long iron rods was revealed. The simplest kind of iron rods. Many of them were even rusty. God knows where this guy found these things.
Uh … he couldn't have torn down the house and taken down the beams, right? Du Wei maliciously guessed.
Then, Longbottom seemed to be very familiar with the rules of the slave market. Without Sandy's reminder, he grabbed an iron rod and fiercely inserted it into the ground.
It seems that the many years of prison life didn't make this general's martial arts skills go to waste. He easily inserted the iron rod into the solid stone pavement and then placed the black cloth on top of the iron rod.
The meaning of this is very simple: solicitation.
Soon, the nearby people, young and old, who were looking for work, gathered around. Everyone had a pleading and expectant look on their faces. However, under Longbottom's guidance, little Sandy quickly shouted out loud:
"Samurai! We need samurai! Real samurai! "
The sharp child's voice cut through the long street, but it seemed to ignite a little flame in the numb eyes of the samurai at the corner of the street!
It was as if a dying person had seen hope. Many of the people who were wearing shabby clothes but carrying long swords became spirited. They subconsciously straightened their bodies and strode over.
As for the other people who were looking for work, they helplessly shook their heads and walked away in disappointment.
"Your Excellency, who do you need?" An old man who looked old enough to be Du Wei's grandfather squeezed over. He was wearing shabby gray linen clothes, and the iron sword in his arms … Du Wei even doubted that it could be pulled out because the scabbard was covered with yellowish-brown rust.
"Are you an adventurer group recruiting people?"
"Are you looking for a guard?"
"Do you need a bodyguard? I am a samurai!! "
For a time, a large number of people gathered around. Most of them had the same appearance. Their faces were unshaven, and although their clothes were shabby, they were very clean. They all held their weapons in their arms.
But the biggest similarity is that these guys will never call you "Sir" like other people who are looking for work, they will only call you "Your Excellency".
This reflects their identity: I am different from ordinary people, I am a samurai!
"Back off, back off!" Longbottom's face was impatient. His eyes swept over the people in front of him and whispered: "Why is the quality of these guys getting worse and worse? Hey! I'm talking to you, back off! Make some space for me! "
Longbottom's huge body was like a monster. He didn't seem to use much strength, but he pushed away a few people who were too close to the front. Then he raised his voice and roared, "All of you, quiet down! Quiet! "
He raised his big hand and pointed at the crowd in front of him: "I need people, but I don't need trash! I need people with unique skills, unique skills! Do you understand? As long as you have a unique skill that can satisfy me, I don't care what level you are! Do you understand? Let me see what you are capable of! Who wants to go first? "
Unique skill?
Many people quieted down.
"No one wants to try?" Longbottom's eyes were a little disappointed. He turned to Du Wei and sighed: "Damn it, each generation is worse than the last. In the past, I could still find some useful people here, but now? Look at this group of trash, they clearly don't have much ability, but they still cling to their bullshit … Bah! If it's gold, it will always shine. But if it's not gold, and you're still acting tough here, you're simply trash that doesn't deserve any sympathy. "
After waiting for a long time, no one came forward. Longbottom became impatient and shouted: "Don't you have any unique skills? Damn it! You are samurai! Show me your best skills … If you don't have any skills, get out of my way! Don't take up space! Stay in your corner and wait for your death! "
His words were very rude, but from Du Wei's point of view, although these words were harsh, they ….. were very reasonable!
This world is very realistic, if you clearly don't have any ability, but still cling to your bullshit ….. That's stupid! It's better to honestly find a job and live a hard life!
Trash who daydream all day is not worthy of sympathy.
"Excuse me, sir, what is the unique skill you are talking about?" A thin man tried to squeeze out of the crowd: "Can you explain it a little more clearly?"
"I don't care what you are." Longbottom grinned: "What are you best at? Show it to me. "
"I am good at swordsmanship, sir." This thin guy tried to raise his sword: "My samurai level is ….."
"Okay, I don't care about your level." Longbottom impatiently waved his hand: "If you were fifth or sixth level, you wouldn't be here. Show me what you're capable of. "
The skinny warrior blushed. Then, he picked up a stone and drew a human-shaped pattern on the wall next to him. It was almost the size of a real person.
He took a step back, then took a deep breath and suddenly pulled out his sword … …
Swish swish swish swish … …
The long sword lightly and quickly stabbed out, the sword tip like raindrops hitting the human-shaped pattern on the wall.
Finally, when this thin guy retreated, Longbottom narrowed his eyes and looked at the human-shaped pattern. His eyes suddenly lit up!
On the human-shaped pattern, the two eyes, the throat, the ribs, and ….. the crotch, all of them were stabbed!
Fast and accurate! This samurai's sword was very insidious, stabbing at these places ….. all of them were places that the armor couldn't cover!
Generally speaking, this samurai's swordsmanship is somewhat despicable and not very honorable, like a poisonous snake.
And the badge on his chest …..
Is actually only a first level samurai?!
"Okay, you stay, I want you!" Longbottom laughed and shouted: "Who else!!!"
The second samurai recruited by Longbottom was a left-handed samurai. This short guy ….. he was probably malnourished since childhood, his height was almost the same as little Sandy. But after he casually displayed a few sword moves, he was taken down by Longbottom.
"He is a left-handed samurai, the direction of his swordsmanship is completely opposite to that of ordinary people. When fighting, the enemy will feel very uncomfortable, this guy is not bad." This is Longbottom's explanation.
The third samurai to pass was a fat man who looked almost the same size as Longbottom. This fat man looked like a winter melon, but his unique skills were beyond Du Wei's imagination.
"I can take a beating, and I'm not afraid of pain." The fat man opened his mouth and smiled: "I was born unable to feel pain."
With that, he pulled open his clothes, exposing his chest full of black hair. Then he pulled out his sword and cut himself twice ….. his cuts were not light at all! Blood flowed and flesh was torn, but the fat man's face was very calm: "Sir, I don't have the talent to practice martial arts, I'm only a first level samurai. But I dare to bet that in a real battle, I can kill at least three first level samurai! Because if they cut me a few times, as long as it's not fatal, my fighting strength will not be affected! But if I cut them with my sword, they won't be able to take it. "
Therefore, this guy was also accepted.
Next, there were a few other strange guys who were also accepted by Longbottom. Some of them were good at special skills that even surprised Du Wei …..
Damn, is this Qing Gong? Watching a skinny guy who looked like he was just skin and bones, without much effort, he ran back and forth on the roof, as light as a leopard cat.
There was also a guy who was good at imitating. He could imitate all kinds of animal sounds, even the sound of mice fighting.
"I will be an excellent scout. Sir! "
"And me!" A guy squeezed out of the crowd: "I used to be a hunter, I can set up all kinds of traps. In the mountains, I only need to rely on my nose and eyes to find the nearest mountain path and water source under the most difficult conditions!"
After recruiting these people, Longbottom looked at the guys who were still full of expectation, but no one else came out to answer. Only then did he shout at those who were unwilling to leave: "What's wrong? Who else wants to try? "
"This is not fair! Sir! "Someone in the crowd shouted:" They are not real samurai! They were simply a bunch of crooked people! A real samurai only knows how to talk with their sword! We don't know how to shout like animals or climb up other people's houses like thieves! "
Longbottom sneered. He grabbed the bundle of iron rods on the ground and inserted them into the ground one by one, then coldly said: "You bunch of trash think it's not fair? Good! Then I'll let you talk with your sword! If anyone can use the sword in your hand to cut down an iron rod, I will accept him! "
Cut down an iron rod with a sword?
Although these iron rods were not too thick, they were at least as thick as a child's arm. Cut them down with a sword?
Only a samurai who could use Dou Qi! Or a treasured sword in his hand.
Otherwise, it wouldn't be possible.
But if a samurai could use Dou Qi or had a treasured sword, who would be in dire straits here? A samurai who could use Dou Qi would not have to worry about food.
Longbottom's move left everyone speechless.
"Sigh …" Longbottom sighed, seemingly a little disappointed. After busying himself for so long, although he recruited some strange talents, he did not meet any samurai who had some ability.
At this time, a calm voice came from the crowd.
"Why don't you let me try?"
Then, the crowd was parted, and a tall guy in his thirties walked out. He was dressed in coarse clothes, and there was a steady murderous aura around him.
As soon as Longbottom saw this guy, his eyes lit up. According to his experience, although he didn't know the strength of this samurai, but judging from his temperament, this guy is definitely someone who has experienced real life and death battles. He must have seen blood and killed people before!
"Your name." Longbottom squinted his eyes.
"Please call me Old Smoke, that's what my friends call me." The samurai seemed to hesitate for a moment. The name he gave was obviously a nickname. And from his accent, he seems to be a native of the capital.
Du Wei noticed that although this guy's chest was flat, there was a strong herbal smell on his body. Seems like he's injured?
Longbottom also noticed that this guy who called himself "Old Smoke" had a faint bandage wrapped around his chest …. And the location of the wound seems to be …. Heart?
"You're injured?" Longbottom frowned.
"Yes, it's here." Old Smoke pointed to his heart: "But I'm lucky. My heart was born a little slanted compared to the average person."
With that, he pulled out his sword and took a deep breath ….
Whoosh!
A clear sword light flashed, and that faint Dou Qi radiance made the surrounding people surprised!
This is a samurai who can use Dou Qi! That means he's at least a fourth level warrior!
How can a fourth level warrior be in such dire straits?
That's right, this Old Smoke is the same one who was supposed to be inspected on the day of the coup.
The one who was still thinking about the title of "Knight" before he died.
Kacha!
An iron rod was cut in two. Old Smoke seemed to be gasping for breath. It seems that the movement just now pulled on the wound. Taking a deep breath, he looked at Longbottom, but his eyes didn't stop at Du Wei.
After all, he's a member of the Royal Army, so he could tell at a glance who's the real boss here.
"Can I be considered to have passed?"
"Yes." The one who spoke was Du Wei: "Please tell me what kind of treatment you're looking for, Sir Knight."
"… …" Old Smoke was silent for a moment. His eyes showed a trace of weariness: "Leave the capital. If you're looking to recruit people to leave the capital, then I'm willing to follow you. I just want to leave this place. "
(As I said before, there will be an extra chapter every day this month. This is today's extra chapter, 5000 words. Please kindly accept ~ ~ Also, I'm looking for monthly votes. Thank you everyone!)
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