"There are two days left to carry out the task, and no training can be completed. I only ask you to obey the orders so that you can survive as much as possible. Now the first order is to rest on the spot." Wuming glanced at the five hundred people in front of him, and suddenly realized that he seemed to be born as an officer.

After cheering, the soldiers fell to the ground one by one and continued to fall asleep. The madness of last night caused them to completely overdraw their energy. Only a few people would use the healing magic, and they could not find anyone to treat and recover these soldiers.

Herbs became the only way to restore the soldiers' physical strength. Wuming found two pockets, turned over and jumped onto the pterosaur's saddle again. The pterosaur helplessly let out a dragon roar and carried Wuming to fly to the mountains near the imperial capital again.

Two years of hunter career made Wuming familiar with various herbs. Last night's fight, more soldiers suffered skin trauma. This type of herb is not very rare.

Wuming led the pterosaur to search for a lot of herbs and returned to the barracks again. Bill had already parked there with more than a dozen cars of infantry equipment. A set of golden armor worn on him really added a bit of momentum.

Wuming got down the pterosaur and nodded at Bill, turned around and walked into the bedroom of the captain who belonged alone.

The equipment made by Wuming's dwarves had already been transported here by the palace guards and were neatly placed on the weapon stand. It can be seen that Wuming's killing of the Sword Saint with one sword had already spread in the palace, otherwise these equipment would not have been placed so neatly.

Taking off his military uniform, put on the armor tailored by the dwarf for him, lifted up the super wide-back hunting knife that once killed the Sword Saint, Wuming pushed the door and left the room.

Under the scorching sunlight, Wuming's black helmet and black armor shrouded on his body, without giving anyone any heat. On the contrary, many people saw this person who was extremely in line with Wuming's cold temperament, and when they saw this armor, they felt a chill on their backs.

Bill looked at Wuming in front of him and quickly took off his helmet, took off his armor and carefully stroked Wuming's armor. The light in his eyes seemed to be like a person who had been hungry for several days and saw a bunch of delicious meals.

The sound of Bill bringing more than a dozen cars of infantry equipment has already awakened the sleeping soldiers again. They all looked at Wuming in surprise. The new commander's time for more than a day has brought them too many surprises.

"You lose? I lose?" Wuming asked simply.

"I lose." Bill answered simply: "My armor belongs to you. But I only have this set of armor."

Wuming nodded: "How much does the equipment cost?"

"These are all the most ordinary equipment, not worth much." Bill still took out the quotation.

He expressed his potential purchasing power, Wuming was not afraid that Bill would give him a quote above the market price, and gave the money to Bill very readily.

Now it was Bill's turn to look at Wuming in surprise and asked softly: "Aren't you afraid that I will lie to you?"

"Will you lie to me?" Wuming asked.

"No..." Bill shook his head repeatedly.

"That's it." Wuming turned around and said to the soldiers with doubts in his eyes: "Everyone goes to that set of equipment, and people who are good at using the same weapon stand in a group."

Bill retreated aside and waited for the soldiers to get their arms. When he turned over and left the barracks, he kept saying in his mouth: "I can't see through, I really can't see through. His calmness was not pretending like those nobles. I have been doing business for many years, and this person is the weird person I can't figure out the most."

Men will like weapons. For soldiers without weapons, a bunch of weapons suddenly appear for them to choose from. These people are naturally happy to choose a few more items, even if they don’t need to use them in the future.

Wuming put away the armor left by Bill, returned to his room and found a place to put the armor down. He turned around and took the herbs to the kitchen and poured it into the iron pot.

The herbs kept rolling in the iron pot, and a noisy sound was heard in the barracks. Wuming heard that it was a group fight, and temporarily put down the decoction work in his hand and walked out of the kitchen.

The training ground of the barracks was already in chaos, with thousands of people fighting together, and none of the five hundred of the Wuming's subordinates joined the battle.

"You gangs of soldiers, how can you need so much equipment? Hand it over! Otherwise, grandpa will beat you to death!"

"Go to your mother! We bought these equipment for us!"

"You little soldiers and pamperers have ruined good things!"

The commander of the other three troops on the side had a smug smile on his face, and no one went up to stop their soldiers from looting.

Wuming frowned and glanced at it and found that the three soldiers behind the thousand-man commanders were about 100 less. Obviously, in order to show fairness, he specially sent 500 people to snatch equipment fairly.

Wuming came to the three thousand-man commanders and said coldly: "Please restrain your subordinates."

The three thousand men shrugged at the same time and said in unison: "Sorry, we can't restrain ourselves."

Bill said that the equipment was ordinary goods, but he was polite. This batch of equipment was much better than ordinary equipment, otherwise these commanders would not have sent people to snatch it.

They were not afraid of offending Wuming. It would be strange if a commander who was transferred to be the commander of a soldier who was appointed as the commander of a soldier.

"I just want to make a prior notice and don't really plan to rely on you." Wuming's face showed a rare smile of happiness and said to the three thousand-man commanders: "Thank you."

Was this boy crazy? The three thousand men looked at each other in confusion, and saw Wuming picking up a wooden stick from the ground and walking into the melee crowd.

As Wuming entered, screams were heard in the dusty melee, and the soldiers could even hear the sound of their opponent's bones breaking before screaming.

The soldiers who were causing trouble soon heard that the screams were all from their people, and they hurriedly searched for the source of the screams.

Soon they saw that the person who took action was the commander of the team. The soldiers and soldiers looked at their commanders unexpectedly. No one expected that Wuming would participate in the battle alone under such circumstances.

"Damn it! Kill this bastard!" The soldiers who were making trouble wanted to get up one after another. How could the soldiers give their opponents such an opportunity? They hugged their opponents one by one and shouted: "Boss! Here! Break this kid's legs first! I'll hug him for you! This kid can't run away!"

"Boss! I'm very strong! Come and help!"

"Boss! Beat me first! Ouch! He actually bit me!"

The sound of calling Wuming suddenly came one after another. Wuming walked forward leisurely with a wooden stick in his hand, as if he was walking in the back garden of his home. However, there were always waves of discordant screams wherever he passed.

When the three thousand men saw that the situation was wrong, they waved their hands to more than 2,500 subordinates behind them and shouted: "Everyone come together!"
Chapter completed!