In the northeast corner, there is a centurion's tent.

The torches were lit one after another, burning fiercely, illuminating all directions like broad daylight.

Hundreds of armored men carried vegetable plates, set up iron racks, roasted lambs and slaughtered livestock.

They carefully cut off the pieces of meat and sent them to the table of the Shangguan who was drinking and having fun.

Any moment of indolence will offend the centurion who is in high spirits, or the leader of the soldiers.

It is not unusual for them to be executed immediately and used to fill mass graves.

You must know that the hierarchy in this world is strict and clearly divided, with a total of four levels.

The first class is soldiers and generals. Those who are strong and strong can be armored men.

I swear to put life and death aside and dedicate my life to Her Majesty the Emperor!

The second class are craftsmen who know how to cast, smelt, forge iron and steel, and make various utensils.

This kind of person can be accepted into a craftsman's workshop and make a family heirloom rice bowl.

The third class is the servants, who must perform corvee service, dig rivers, dig mountains and mines, and build wonders...

Anyway, they have to do all the hard work.

Moreover, they have to bring their own dry food and don’t have any money to spare.

If you can't stand it anymore and run away, you will be beheaded and implicated, which is extremely harsh. The fourth class is slaves, a lowly breed whose life is like a piece of grass, even worse than a pig or a dog.

He is branded as a slave from birth and remains so for generations to come.

The owner can kill and abuse it at will, treating it as a domesticated plaything.

It is obvious that the meaning of the existence of these creatures in this world is obvious.

It is to continuously replenish the strength of the four legions under Emperor Ji's command.

For thousands of years, there has been a situation of separatist regimes fighting each other and fighting fiercely.

Therefore, there is no distinction between countries. Most of them say which legion they are under the rule and which level they belong to.

Therefore, over a long period of time, people have been accustomed to pay great attention to dignity and status.

Of course, if there is enough tyranny, all iron laws will be useless.

Just like Ji Yuan used the body of an armored man to kill a centurion in the street and finally replaced him.

The strong are respected and there are no taboos!

This is not only the default rule of the Great Western Army, but also the basic consensus formed in this world for thousands of years.

"Brother Yuwen, our Daxi Army has been victorious in consecutive battles, and the Tiannan Army has been defeated so hard that they don't even dare to leave the city!

In two days, the captain will gather a hundred thousand people to conquer another city and expand his territory!

At that time, the sword will not be sealed for three days, and five temples will be built to please the true god with the brass throne!

If it works, the captain and the others can eat meat, and we can also drink a few sips of soup, which will be of great benefit!"

The open-air banquet was divided into seven or eight tables. At the first table on the left was a man with an arrogant appearance. He had protruding brow bones and deep-set eye sockets, exuding a fierce and vicious air.

He was another centurion of the Great Western Army, named "Xiong Jingtao", who was as famous as Yu Wenhuai who sat at the top.

Regardless of one's own martial arts level or the number of armored men under his command.

They are all similar and in between.

"Brother Xiong is well-informed. This matter has not spread yet. There are just some rumors. You will know it without even thinking about it."

Yu Wenhuai, known as the first centurion of the Great Western Army, had a fair complexion and a gentle temperament.

Holding a gold cup and cup, he looks quite aristocratic. No wonder he was called a sissy by Zhang Xianzhong.

He glanced at Xiong Jingtao with surprise, and his heart skipped a beat.

When did this guy embrace the thick thighs of a thousand-year-old man?

There are many centurions in the Daxi Army, about twenty.

But there are only four captains, and all of them have the tyrannical strength to suppress one party.

In the past, Xiongkuohai had a high self-esteem and never took the initiative to seek support. Why has his attitude changed now?

If he hadn't become the captain's pawn, how could he have received the news of the siege in advance?

"Hmph, brother Yuwen, don't be surprised.

Xiong's past

I didn't think it through, I was too proud,

I feel that with my qualifications and a few more great achievements, I will advance to the fourth heaven sooner or later.

Not long ago, I was humiliated by Zhang Xianzhong on the school field, and I finally came to my senses.

What dignity, honor and disgrace are not worth mentioning at all!

All status and power in the Daxi Army come from one's own force!

Now that the selection of the top ten warriors is imminent, wouldn't it be foolish to dwell on those trivial details?"

The tall and arrogant Xiong Jingtao said these words in a matter-of-fact tone.

"Brother Xiong can see through this level. I am afraid that my martial arts cultivation will have to go further. The fourth level of heaven is just around the corner!"

Yuwen Huai's eyelids twitched and he said with a smile, "No matter how fast Xiong is, he can't beat Brother Yuwen.

After a great siege, a palace was built and a brass throne was built.

At least you can get thousands of dragon and tiger elixirs, hundreds of fetal hidden elixirs, and less than ten hundred calamity golden elixirs!

With such a rich harvest, Brother Yuwen, as a popular figure in front of the captain, can naturally divide a lot of troubles.

Condensing the True Gang and breaking through the fourth heaven is just a matter of seconds!" Xiong Jingtao chuckled and pretended to boast.

The two of them were old enemies, but it would have been impossible for them to join forces if not for Zhang Xianzhong, who was in the limelight.

Not to mention, we sat at the same table and talked happily over wine. "Haha, hahaha, I'd like to lend you some good words, Brother Xiong. Speaking of which, on the school grounds that day,

Zhang Xianzhong made a last-ditch effort to break out of the siege and escape back to his tent.

I can't continue to compete with a dead remnant. It's just a loss of status, so I let him go.

It might become a hidden danger!"

Yu Wenhuai's eyes flashed with a feminine temperament, and murderous intent mixed with the smell of alcohol gushed out.

"Brother Yuwen, think carefully. Humph, that Zhang Xianzhong dared to snatch the plaything in Xiong's palm, how could I allow him to linger!

I have already sent a centurion over to beat up the drowned dog!" Xiong Jingtao blew out two lines of white air from his nostrils, obviously still angry.

"Come, brother Xiong, you and I will drink this cup to the full!

I have just sent seven or eight stunning singers to my tent, you can choose as you like..."

Yu Wenhuai was not fond of women and was quite generous. He would give away beauties with a wave of his hand.

"Xiong has a big appetite, seven or eight... is barely enough for me to eat!"

Xiong Jingtao laughed wildly. After he climbed to the position of centurion, he had to visit three or four women every day to calm down his anger.

This is a side effect of the "Tian Yu Heart Sutra" method, because the strong Qi and blood attack the internal organs, just like burning flames.

If it is not reconciled and resolved with pure yin and virginity, it will easily accumulate layer by layer, causing all the internal organs to burn.

"Even if you use them, they are just ordinary women. Being pampered by your male brother is a blessing they never dream of!

There are hundreds of thousands of armored men in the Great Western Army. How many centurions are there like you and me?"

Yu Wenhuai laughed and didn't take it seriously.

In this world, the weak are just weeds that the strong trample on, and they don't need to care about their feelings at all.

"Then thank you, Brother Yuwen!"

Xiong Jingtao smiled with satisfaction, tore off a piece of roasted and tender lamb leg, and chewed it.

The banquet has progressed to this point. It can be said that the guests and hosts are enjoying themselves and the atmosphere is lively.

But not long after, a miserable cold wind suddenly blew!

Woo woo, woo woo!

The friction of the airflow that condensed into substance was like ghosts crying and howling, causing piles of bonfires to explode one after another!

Several armored men were so busy that they almost overturned the iron rack for roasting the sheep and overturned the large pot for cooking the meat.

All kinds of burnt black sawdust and charcoal ash flew up all over the sky, falling in great numbers on the tables filled with fine wine and delicacies.

Yu Wenhuai, who was holding the golden cup, his face darkened, and before he could scold him, he killed the clumsy armored man.

The sound of footsteps, like the beat of a drum, resounded throughout the camp!

Boom, boom, boom!
To be continued...