Relying on the system to become a fantasy boss

"General, we will not be deserters!"

"Leaving Sun Chaser, I might as well be dead!"

……

The noise from outside the big tent made Zhao Yang, who was meditating and adjusting his breath, open his eyes.

"Why the noise?"

Qi Song stepped into the big tent, a little confused: "General Hui, they are the soldiers who were injured in the last battle of the Daily Guard. They were originally arranged to recuperate, but..."

Qi Song didn't finish, but couldn't go on.

These soldiers were all seriously injured during the last Zhenhaiwei battle. Even if they recuperated, they would never be able to go to the battlefield again.

Today, with the rectification of various ministries, how to arrange these remnant soldiers has become a difficult task.

According to Wu Mingshuo and Qi Song's private intentions, these people can be disarmed and returned to the fields, and each of them will be rewarded with a little spirit stone.

The news got out somehow, and the soldiers started to make a fuss.

The dull look on Zhao Yang's face made Qi Song uneasy.

"I'll go and have a look." Zhao Yang stood up and walked out of the big tent.

"General!"

"General, don't you want us?"

"General, are you going to drive us away?"

……

Zhao Yang looked at these soldiers, some of them were mutilated, some had their meridians damaged, and they would never be able to go to the battlefield again.

Looking at these eager eyes, Zhao Yang was silent in his heart.

For every soldier who has been on the battlefield, if they are still alive as before, it is more uncomfortable than death.

But Zhao Yang has no choice, he can support them, but there is no better way to bring them back to the battlefield.

Seeing Zhao Yang's expression, the noisy scene slowly quieted down.

"General..."

Tears flowed from the eyes of a soldier who had lost his arms.

Zhao Yang opened his mouth, wanting to comfort him.In fact, for practitioners, physical disability is not a big deal, and many elixir can reshape the body.

However, these soldiers were too low-cultivated to bear the power of the medicine. Otherwise, even if the elixir was precious, Zhao Yang would be willing to use it for them.

"General, take care, Wu Xiaohu will be your soldier in the next life!"

The soldier with the broken arm let out a roar, and suddenly his whole body trembled, with blood overflowing from his mouth.

Zhao Yang was startled, his figure flickered, and he stepped forward to support his body, but it was too late.Heart pulse has been broken, unable to return to heaven.

A spirit drifted away, Zhao Yang's body was covered by aura, and it was captured.

Then, with a flash of his divine sense, his divine soul came to the world of Shura Battlefield.

Seeing that the memory of the spirit and soul was about to dissipate, Zhao Yang had a flash of inspiration all over his body, and an invisible wave radiated out.

Soul howling technique!
Right in front of Zhao Yang, several tall Shura people stopped there motionless, as if time stood still.

Zhao Yang reached out and patted the spirit in his hand on the head of the leader of the Shura clan, and then covered himself with the spirit.

After a while, the eyes of the Shura clansman moved slightly, and then looked at Zhao Yang.

"General, general..."

"How about this body?" Zhao Yang looked at the Shura tribe in front of him with a smile on his face.

The Asura clansman waved his arm, and his random movement made a sound of piercing through the air.

This power is really strong!

With joy on his face, the Asura clansman knelt down on one knee towards Zhao Yang: "Wu Xiaohu thank you for your grace of rebuilding!"

Zhao Yang nodded, and with a wave of his hand, the two left the world of Asura Battlefield.

"Shh-"

The tall Shura's body appeared beside Zhao Yang, his ferocious face stunned the disabled soldiers, and then they all struggled to rush over, shouting, "Protect the general!"

Zhao Yang's spiritual power shook and stopped everyone.

"Brother Zhu, I, I'm Wu Xiaohu." The tall Shura clan opened his mouth and stammered.

The sound was weird, but everyone could hear it clearly.

Wu Xiaohu!
Didn't he just kill himself?
Everyone looked at the corpse lying on the ground without both arms, and then at the tall Shura's body, and couldn't believe it for a while.

"Yes, it's the general. The general gave me this body with my soul." His voice was still stuttering, but his arms were waving powerfully, and his tall body made people look extremely explosive.

Change another body?
Looking at Wu Xiaohu's sturdy body, the eyes of these mutilated soldiers shone brightly.

"General!"

"General!"

Everyone looked at Zhao Yang.

Zhao Yang nodded helplessly and said, "If you want, I will exchange your souls for another body."

He knew that if he didn't agree, maybe these guys would commit suicide just like Wu Xiaohu did before.

One afternoon, nearly a thousand tall and hideous Shura clan appeared in the camp.

There were more than a thousand people, Zhao Yang replaced them with human bodies in the world of Shura Battlefield.

These remaining human races are agile and are the best spies and scouts.

These 2000 people were loyal to Zhao Yang, and their individual strength was much stronger than others, so Zhao Yang asked more than a thousand soldiers who occupied Shura's body to put on iron masks and become his guards.

And the other thousand or so people disappeared and became spies.

After settling these matters, Zhao Yang came to the game world.

The army is training in an orderly manner, and I believe that it will not take a month to complete the training.

Not only his soldiers, he found that those practitioners under the Lingyun Sword Sect are also training intensively now, as if they are preparing for the arrival of some major changes.

Zhao Yang's heart was heavy, and he had a feeling that the mountains and rain were about to come and the wind filled the building.

Looking at Zuo Ling'er's world again, the spiritual power on her body is already very thick at this time, and her cultivation base is already in the late stage of Qi refining.With a body-grade magic weapon, the cultivation base of sword intent is even more tyrannical.

Those disciples who had just entered the secret realm did not dare to raise their heads in front of her.

Silently looking at Zuo Ling'er with a solemn expression on his face, Zhao Yang's softness in his heart can only be triggered.

"Wait for me, I will come back. Wearing golden armor, stepping on auspicious clouds..."

Zhao Yang whispered silently and closed his eyes.

————— "When the general is not in the camp, Guan Quan, Wu Mingshuo, and Qi Song will negotiate and resolve matters in the camp."

"All the training of soldiers must be completed within one month."

"The change of clothes starts from the first battalion."

……

After arranging everything, Zhao Yang waved his hand: "Let's go!"

He personally led the team and went to participate in the exchange.

He believed that the soldiers under his command would shock everyone.

The army came out of the camp, Zhao Yang and He Shuangchi rode their horses in front, and the soldiers in the rear were like one, and their movements were uniform.

"Brother Zhao's military training skills are really—" He Shuangchi looked back and couldn't help giving a thumbs up.

Zhao Yang smiled lightly. He brought He Shuangchi out just to let him feel that eating and living with these people might change his character a bit.

Sure enough, for three days in a row, He Shuangchi's temperament was slowly affected, and he began to become calm.

It is only one day away from the second largest camp in the place of exchange.

"call--"

A black figure disappeared in a flash, came to Zhao Yang's side, and whispered a few times.

The expression on Zhao Yang's face remained unchanged, and he said calmly: "If they dare to come, they will just give military merit to the brothers."

He Shuangchi looked at Zhao Yang in confusion.

"It's just some monster clan spying, it's okay." Zhao Yang waved his hand, and the black figure faded away.

This is the instinct that those human races left in the Shura world have cultivated for thousands of years.

Moving on, Zhao Yang frowned.

On the compass in his hand, a team of red dots came straight.

Are these monster races looking for death?