The Death Legion had been established a hundred years ago, and they were all death soldiers on the battlefield. Almost all the members of this legion had died a horrible death.
Shou Hou and Xu Xiaoqiang had obtained information from some easy-going veterans, and they kept telling Yang Wu about it.
Back then, the Death Legion's commander was one of the top five experts in the Barbarian Suppression Army. She was a true king-level expert, and it was said that she was also an extraordinary beauty. She was known as the Rose of Death, and her killing methods were also abnormally powerful and terrifying.
However, this commander seemed to be a dragon that moved in and out of sight. Unless it was a real war, she would rarely appear. There were rumors that she had infiltrated the Barbarian Army to spy on the military situation. There were also rumors that she was cultivating in the mountains. Perhaps only she herself knew where she was.
Usually, the Cold Faced Adjutant was in charge of the military affairs. This adjutant's strength was also not to be underestimated. He was either a step away from becoming a king-level expert, or a beginner king-level expert. Not many people knew his true strength. They only knew that he had fought against five top-level barbarian generals at the same time, and easily took the heads of two of them. This was enough to show his strength.
Other than these two, there were ten publicly recognized chiliarch-level figures in the legion, and Li Dazui happened to be one of them. Unfortunately, he was only ranked eighth out of the ten. This meant that there were seven people stronger than him, and the two people ranked behind him were not much weaker than him.
Other than these apparent experts, there were a total of 3,650 members in the legion. This number was constantly changing. The highest number had almost reached 10,000, and the lowest number was less than 100. This fluctuation was caused by the addition of new blood when people died.
At present, the ten chiliarch-level figures each led their own team to earn merit points. These merit points could be exchanged for elixirs, battle techniques, and combat weapons. They could even be freed from their status as prison slaves and be promoted to nobility.
Every time they killed a Martial Soldier level barbarian, they would earn ten merit points. Every time they killed a beginner warrior, they would earn twenty merit points. Intermediate warriors would earn thirty merit points. Advanced warriors would earn forty merit points. Top-level warriors would earn fifty merit points. Beginner generals would earn one hundred merit points, and intermediate generals would earn two hundred merit points … The higher their realm, the more merit points they would earn.
These were the benefits that the legionnaires obtained after killing enemies. However, in the Death Legion, more people earned merit points with their lives, but not their lives.
First of all, every legionnaire had to earn new merit points. These merit points didn't have to be from killing barbarians. They could be from ordinary old herbs, spirit herbs, spirit demon eggs, or young spirit demon cubs. As long as they contributed to the legion, they would be counted.
The barbarians would be forced to join the barbarian army if they didn't obtain any merits within a month. They would either return with merits or die on the battlefield. If they didn't dare to join the barbarian army, they would have their arms chopped off. If they didn't obtain any merits in the second month, they would have their legs chopped off. If they didn't obtain any merits in three months, they would be killed.
......... of the legionnaires...............................................................
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Who asked the majority of the Death Legion to be made up of vicious people?
.... Wolf Smoke Mountain Prison was one of the prisons of the Great Xia Dynasty. Only ordinary warriors were imprisoned there. They weren't the most terrifying criminals. Therefore, the prison slaves who came out of there were almost the bottom of the hierarchy.
The Death Legion's bloodline was made up of bandits, mountain bandits, soldiers who broke military rules, and those who were raised to be death warriors. These people were quite powerful, but they were difficult to tame. Therefore, they were all thrown into the Death Legion and led by the Rose of Death. Although the Death Legion's management was lax, if anyone dared to rebel, there would be people in the dark to take the traitor's head.
Therefore, some people suspected that there were people in the Death Legion who were spies from the military. If anyone had any thoughts of rebellion, they would be able to detect it immediately and kill them.
Because of this, there were very few people who dared to rebel against the Death Legion. A small number of them applied to leave after earning enough merit points.
After hearing this, Yang Wu didn't have much surprise on his face. He wasn't as panicked as Shou Hou and Xu Xiaoqiang.
"Big Brother, what should we do? We're dead for sure." Shou Hou said fearfully.
Yang Wu laughed lightly. "Shou Hou, don't forget that we said before we came to the Death Legion that we would disregard life and death. Now that I heard this, it's much better than I imagined. I thought that we would be arranged to fight on the battlefield as soon as we arrived at the Death Legion. We would only be able to retreat after we had earned enough merit points."
Xu Xiaoqiang said from the side, "But we're all soldiers. We shouldn't fight for each other's merit points."
"What's wrong with that? This is a world where the strong prey on the weak. Moreover, in the Death Legion, no one knows when they'll die. Who cares about military rules?" Yang Wu sighed. Then he said seriously, "Now that we've entered the Death Legion, we should take things as they come. We should work hard to improve our strength and improve our killing methods."
Skinny Monkey-Like Xu Xiao Qiang and Skinny Monkey-Like Xu Xiao Qiang fell into deep thought. After a while, their panicked expressions became calm.
Indeed, they had already joined. What was the use of being afraid? It was better to think about how to save their lives.
"You're right. Since we've all joined, we should kill our way to becoming a true king!" Xu Xiaoqiang clenched his fists and said proudly.
"You don't have hope. Only Big Brother and I have hope!" Shou Hou couldn't help but say.
"Grandson, you still don't know that my realm is higher than yours!" Xu Xiaoqiang was angry.
"So what if your realm is higher than mine? Do you think I'm afraid of you?" Shou Hou rolled up his sleeves and shouted.
"Okay, today I'll let you know what it means to kneel and beg for mercy!"
"Who's afraid of who!"
… …
Just like this, the two of them started fighting. However, neither of them used profound qi. It was as if they were fighting on the streets. There was no order to it at all. You punch, I kick, they kept fighting in private.
Yang Wu was too lazy to pay attention to them. He already knew that these two guys in front of him were natural enemies. If they didn't bicker for a day, they wouldn't be able to live. Letting them fight was good.
Now, Yang Wu was thinking about getting a suitable weapon, as well as increasing his own combat trump card. Otherwise, it would be completely insufficient on the battlefield.
Yang Wu started to cultivate the flying leg. He was slowly getting used to this leg technique. Without the restraint of the chains, his whole body was much more relaxed. His feet were incomparably nimble, like a spirit snake constantly spitting out its tongue, swaying and kicking. There were streaks of Xuan Qi floating around.
After Shou Hou and Xu Xiaoqiang fought to a standstill, he saw Yang Wu groping in the dark to cultivate his combat skills. He didn't dare to stay idle and found a place to start cultivating.
One night passed quickly.
After Yang Wu woke up from his meditation, he called Shou Hou and Xu Xiaoqiang to go to the "soldier pit" to find a suitable weapon.
Although Yang Wu had cultivated the Whirling Wave Palm to the perfect stage and could perform 49 variations, if he had a spear, he could use the Torrential Storm Spear Art as a means of attack. It would be more offensive trump cards.
The soldier pit was the place where all the Death Legion recruits had to get their weapons. It wasn't like the other regular soldiers who could get their weapons.
Yang Wu, Shou Hou and Xu Xiaobing were full of expectations for the soldier pit. However, when they really arrived at the soldier pit, they were completely dumbfounded.
Because this was a real pit!
They saw a pit that was about two feet deep, filled with broken weapons. Perhaps it was more appropriate to call it scrap metal. Broken weapons were thrown here without any problems. They could also see many mountain rats using these broken weapons as nests, scurrying around.
"Damn, this really is a soldier pit!" Xu Xiaoqiang cursed.
"The Death Legion, even their weapons are these broken weapons. They're clearly sending people to their deaths!" Shou Hou looked like he wanted to cry but had no tears.
Yang Wu took a deep breath and cursed, "They want the horses to run faster, but they don't want to feed them. These f * cking bastards."
"Big Brother, let's go. We'll just snatch the weapons from the barbarians!" Shou Hou pulled Yang Wu and said.
Yang Wu was too lazy to pay attention to these broken soldiers. Just as he was about to turn and leave, Little Hei jumped down from his shoulder and jumped into the pile of broken soldiers. Little Hei used her front paws to push these broken soldiers away. Her movements were somewhat urgent, as if she had discovered something.
Yang Wu stopped and muttered, "Little Hei, could there be some good weapons down there?"
"This Little Hei dog couldn't have smelled something and ran down to dig around, right?" Xu Xiaoqiang said.
Yang Wu did not reply, and Shou Hou also waited quietly. They were all curious as to what kind of weapon Little Hei could find.
Little Hei had dug into the bottom of the pit after sending many broken soldiers flying, and with great difficulty, she pulled out a weapon with her teeth.
At first glance, this weapon looked quite good. It was a three-pronged spear. The spearhead had three forks and was about six feet long. The handle was rusty with dragon patterns, and the end of the spear was like a phoenix feather. It could be said to be a rather beautiful weapon, but the body of the spear was covered in cracks. Even the spearhead was the same. It looked like a ceramic that was about to shatter and would completely shatter with a single touch.
Little Hei dragged the three-pronged spear in front of Yang Wu and barked repeatedly, as if telling Yang Wu to use this weapon.
"This Little Hei dog's taste is really …" Xu Xiaoqiang covered his face and said in disappointment.
Shou Hou's eyes suddenly flashed red as he clearly saw the situation of this weapon. Then, he said excitedly, "Big … Big Brother, quickly put this weapon away."
"This guy is also crazy!" Xu Xiaoqiang said disdainfully.
Shou Hou ignored Xu Xiaoqiang and continued to urge, "Big Brother, if you don't want it, I'll take it. This is definitely a peerless weapon."
Yang Wu smiled and said, "Don't be in such a hurry. As long as it's something Little Hei gives me, I'll take it all."
After saying that, he picked up the weapon that looked like it was about to collapse.
When he held this weapon, he realized that this three-pronged spear was actually very heavy. Even someone like him, whose battle prowess was comparable to a General Realm cultivator, had to struggle to hold it. He thought to himself, 'Is there really something strange about this weapon?'
Right at this moment, a mocking voice rang out from nearby. "Brats who haven't even grown out their hair are picking up broken soldiers in the pit. These bastards are born to be cheap. Oh, there are also some broken soldiers here. Do you guys like any of them? Feel free to pick and play with them."
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