Relying on the system to become a fantasy boss

Zhao Yang had such a thought in his mind when he saw the smoke of qi and blood.

If it is an army that cooperates seamlessly, can it improve the fighting spirit?

Especially during the Zhenhaiwei battle, he made a discovery.Even though the Dayu Dynasty claims to be a country, in fact, it still exists in the form of a sect in the final analysis.

That is to form a large army. From Zhao Yang's point of view, this large army is like Taoist soldiers, more than soldiers in battle formation.

In fact, it is normal, the level of power in the practice world is determined, no matter how many low-level practitioners or even ordinary people gather, the power displayed will not make high-level practitioners take it seriously.

Ants are, after all, ants.

This time, Zhao Yang wanted to try.

He has seen that kind of shocking power, the kind of power that unites and makes people tremble, and he wants to try it.

Ordinary people, low-level practitioners, are not ants.

Now it seems that the effect should be good.

The third day, the fourth day.

Everyone only practiced the knife, the knife, and the attack and retreat together.

Everyone has not stimulated their blood, so even the wolf smoke does not appear.

Few of these soldiers have the state of body refining, and they can't even stimulate the power in the magic weapon.

Just swinging the knife like this every day, even if it is only for a few hours, but I am too tired to straighten my waist.

But Zhao Yang had strict requirements. Everyone seemed to be poured into steel. They were meticulous in sitting, standing, running, walking, even eating and piercing armor.

Zhao Yang himself also fell silent in it, only feeling that a tyrannical aura was spreading among the more than ten thousand soldiers who were stroked.

But this breath was suppressed and kept brewing.

On the fifth day, Zhao Yang gave everyone a special day off and asked them to go back to the camp for a day off.

Zhao Yang smiled slightly as he watched the soldiers turn around the barracks in armor wearing magical weapons and holding long knives.

For five days, other people practiced leveling every day. At this time, they had rushed to the middle and late stage of body training.

And the ten thousand people in his hands have not improved in the slightest.

Trust them to go back and it will turn out to be interesting.

Sure enough, without making him wait long, a figure flashed over.

"General, I want to kill monsters." The soldier was trembling with a long knife in his hand.

"Why?" Zhao Yang asked lightly.

The soldier was silent for a while, his face flushed, and he gritted his teeth: "They said, I don't deserve to wear this body armor."

No matter where the strength and income are not equal, others will not think highly of it.

Zhao Yang didn't speak, just stood there quietly.

Gradually, more and more people came back.

"General, let's kill the monsters!"

"General, even dying in battle is better than being looked down upon by others!"

……

Zhao Yangneng clearly felt an unspeakable aura spreading.

But he felt that it was not enough.

"Have you calculated how many spiritual stones the battle armor on your body and the sword in your hand are worth?" Zhao Yang's voice overwhelmed everyone's shouts.

How much is it worth?
Although I don't know the exact number, but if I calculate it, I know that this is a huge amount of wealth.

"Your equipment, replaced by spirit stones, can pile up several Jindan Patriarchs." Zhao Yang looked at the soldiers with a calm expression on his face: "Just like you, a Jindan Patriarch only needs a lamp. With tea kung fu, I can kill you all."

No one objected aloud.

A Jindan Patriarch made a move, as many people like them died.

"If this is the case, why do we still need Zhenhaiwei? Isn't it enough to have ancestors sitting on the Lancang River? Why do we need millions of troops to kill and kill, and pile up bones?" Zhao Yang seemed to be asking himself, but also I am asking the soldiers below.

Still no one answered, soldiers in the mortal realm had never considered these questions at all.

"If 10 people die, if a hundred or ten of them can become masters, or even one person can grow into the Golden Core or Nascent Soul realm, in the eyes of those great powers who have lived for thousands of years, it is worth it."

Zhao Yang's words were cold and heartless, but it was true.

The monster race uses the human race to train soldiers, and the human race also uses the monster race to sharpen their swords.

"You..." Zhao Yang suddenly stopped and shook his head when he said this.

we.

We are ordinary.

Our cultivation is normal.

When the soldiers recalled it, they suddenly realized that they were useless.

Originally wearing this body armor, I felt like a human being, but when I returned to the camp, those fellow robes had greatly improved in strength.

Everything, or back to the past.

Are we only worthy of being that pile of dead bones by the Lancang River...

"Are you willing to just become one of the boundless dead bones of the Lancang River?"

Zhao Yang shouted loudly, his voice was like thunder.

willing?

Who Tema is willing!
Everyone raised their heads, with a flame burning in their eyes.

"Then what do you have?" Zhao Yang spread his hands and slapped his chest: "We have armor, a knife, and the determination to kill the enemy!"

He slowly clenched his fists and looked down at everyone below: "Thousands of people form one knife, where the blade passes, everything will be killed!" "Kill!"

"kill!"

"kill!"

Everyone couldn't help drinking too much, and the veins on their foreheads popped up.

"boom--"

A huge aura rises, different from the bright red blood and blood smoke column before, this aura has a tyrannical dark evil spirit in the red.

Zhao Yang was a little dazed when he looked at the fierce aura of claws and claws. He did it by himself, right?

"Line up!"

Whether he is right or not, let's talk after we fight!He shouted loudly, and ten thousand soldiers quickly formed a square formation.

"set off!"

After speaking, he raised the big gun in his hand and rushed to the beach in the distance.

"boast--"

"boast--"

……

In the past few days of training, it has become a habit for the army to march.

Ten thousand army soldiers lined up in a square formation, and there was only one sound.

The sound of huge footsteps shattered the surrounding tranquility, and countless monster races emerged from the blue sea water.

"Squeaky-"

As if seeing delicious food, those monster races rushed to the shore and set foot on the beach.

Standing on the beach, Zhao Yang looked at the monster clan rushing in front of him like a tide, and suddenly smiled lightly.

He turned around, looked at the phalanx approaching step by step, and then gently pushed the spear in his hand, causing it to fall to the ground.

He opened his hands, restrained his spiritual energy, and then closed his eyes.

Behind him, countless monster races came.

The Yaozu will kill the general!
The expressions on the faces of the [-] soldiers began to distort, and their feet accelerated unconsciously. , It is not a person speeding up, but ten thousand people speeding up together.

The monster clan is hundreds of feet behind Zhao Yang, and the army is hundreds of feet in front of him.

The monster clan is at fifty feet, and the army is at hundred feet.

The Yaozu came ten feet behind Zhao Yang and stretched out their claws—"Drink!"

With the sound of ten thousand people, the army crossed a hundred feet of space and landed in front of Zhao Yang. Everyone raised their hands and drew their swords together.

hack!
Zhao Yangneng could hear the sound of wind blowing slowly past his ears, with a little warmth.

He opened his eyes and saw the flushed face of the soldier in front of him.

He turned slowly.

Nothing behind.

There are no monsters, no beaches, and within a thousand feet, the sea is empty.

"Ha ha--"

A wanton smile appeared on Zhao Yang's face.

[-] soldiers can fight for golden pills!