The strongest army system in the world

"Master Hou, take care!" Hei Muke drooped his head, and was escorted away by the soldiers with a dejected expression.

Qiao Langzui and the others looked at each other. Wasn't the atmosphere okay just now? Why did it suddenly change?

They thought that Heimuke would be punished, but they never thought that it would be a decisive decision.

A young Tier [-] warrior like Heimuke, who made mistakes in various major forces, usually would not die. After all, cultivation costs a lot, and it is not easy to train a warrior with good aptitude.

"Master Hou..." Seeing that Hei Muke was really taken away, Qiao Lang's lips moved, and he couldn't help but want to intercede.

But facing Li Wenhao's cold eyes, he finally lowered his head and didn't dare to say anything.

He didn't know why, the boy whom he was going to salute when he met him in Li's mansion before, became so scary that he didn't even dare to speak in front of Li Wenhao.

"Buzz," a clumsy black crow squirmed out of Joe Wolf's head.

"That's it?" Li Wenhao narrowed his eyes, looking at the legion logo popping out of Qiao Lang's head, feeling a little depressed.

To be honest, he was about to give Joe Wolf the next crime, so he pulled it out and cut it, how can he cut it now.

Already losing a Heimuke, and beheading a Tier [-] warrior, he is not so proud of the Fire Crow Army.

"You guys below commit crimes, each with fifty army sticks, pull them down."

"Thank you, Marquis!" Qiao Lang and the others hurriedly knelt on one knee to thank him. They would still feel a little heavy before Heimuke's decision.

Now the two are compared, it is a surprise, the sun comes out from the west, okay.

"Thank you, Lord Hou!" After Qiao Lang got up, he saluted seriously again.

He is not stupid, he knows that Li Wenhao has the heart to protect him, and the crimes he committed next are not small, and if he is punished, it will definitely be enough to lose his head.

But if several people are punished and the blame is shared, it will be much lighter if it falls on everyone.

"Hey, Hei Muke is a stupid boy, I want to find someone to share it for him, but I can't find it?"

After Qiao Lang and the others left, Li Wenhao muttered depressingly, got up and walked out.

After such a long time, he didn't want to wait anymore, and planned to go to the prisoner camp to have a look. The nights are long and the dreams are many. It's better to strike while the iron is hot, and it's better to take it down earlier.

On the lawn outside the main hall.

"Woohoo," Little Fatty ran around with a group of little Gale wolf cubs, like a general with thousands of horses and horses.

Seeing Li Wenhao come out with his own soldiers, wriggling his fat little body, he ran over in a hurry.

Under the shade of a tree in the distance, there was a soft coffee table. Li Xiangxiang was served by a group of maids, her face was covered with fruits, and she closed her eyes leisurely to rest her mind.

It's really because the heroine is not at home, the mistress is king!

"Humph!"

Li Wenhao glanced unhappily, picked up the chubby boy, and smiled on his face: "Be good at home and play, Baba is out to do errands, and I'll bring you something delicious when I come back."

"Wuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu whom" Xiaopangdun nodded his head, gesturing back and forth with his little paws.

"Do you want to play with the soul-rescue bell?" Li Wenhao had a toothache, but met the small eyes of Xiaopangdun, so he nodded, and took out the soul-rescue bell from his arms: "You can play with it, don't use the bell to scare people around."

"Woohoo!" Xiaopangdun snorted impatiently, with the soul bell hanging around his neck, he turned his head and took his subordinates, and ran away with flowers.

Although Xiaopangdun is small, he is a divine beast after all, and the spiritual power that can only be released by a fifth-level strong person seems to be enough for someone to be born.

Although the soul-suppressing bell is not as good as before, it is still quite scary to activate it with mental power.

Under the shade of the tree, "Dingling Bell," a crisp bell sounded.

"Oh, my god!" Li Xiangxiang's body froze, and then "thud," fell limp.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo," the little fat pier ran away happily with a group of wolf cubs.

"Little Fatty, don't let me catch you!" With the help of the maid, Li Xiangxiang got up in a panic and jumped angrily.

"Haha!" Li Wenhao smiled from a distance, no matter what the little fat man does, he can always bring him joy.

"Cut, who are you scaring, you caught me, why do you dare to move a hair?"

Riding a scaled horse, leaving the palace, Qiao Lang and others were "cracking" outside the gate of the palace, leaning against the boards, and a group of people gathered around to watch the fun.

"Hey, look at this costume, it should be a commander. Why do practitioners beat the board in public?"

"What's wrong with the cultivators? A notice was posted at the gate of the yamen. Heimuke, the leader of the Death Battalion, released the prisoners privately. He will be executed in three days!"

"No way, Hei Muke is from the Hei family, so he wants to be executed?"

"What's the matter with the Hei family, we, Lord Hou, have seven clans and eight surnames, and we still care about a Hei family. This old guy, Haig, has made his son miserable!"

Li Wenhao listened to these discussions from afar, with a calm face, and went to the street surrounded by his own soldiers.

Unlike Xiao Se yesterday, Yucha's army was defeated, and there was no threat to the royal city, and the people felt relieved.

As the city closure order was lifted in the early morning, the four doors were wide open, people were coming and going on the street, and business caravans could be seen everywhere, which was very lively.

In the middle of the street, a white line was drawn, all pedestrians and vehicles kept to the right, every intersection was patrolled by soldiers from the city defense battalion, orderly.

"Crackling," a burst of firecrackers sounded.

Li Wenhao thought it was the restaurant that opened, so he glanced at it casually, and almost laughed out loud.

"This Li Fu, what kind of tricks is he doing, as for his cultivation to be like this?"

"The public toilets are open for business, no money, no money, welcome to patronize!" Several soldiers from the city defense battalion shouted with gongs and drums.

However, the public toilets are too luxuriously built, and there are many people watching the excitement, but not many people go in and try it.

The gate of the prisoner-of-war camp was very lively. The generals of the new second battalion, the new third battalion, and the new fourth battalion were all busy picking people.

It was like buying vegetables in a vegetable market, the faces were red and red, and the prisoners of war were numbered in teams of a hundred, and they were led away by teams.

"Our new third battalion suffered the heaviest loss this time. This team of practitioners must be ours!"

"Your New Third Battalion has selected three teams of practitioners, and this team is our new Second Battalion's turn!"

"Why is it your new second battalion's turn, it's obviously our new fourth battalion's turn!"

"What are you arguing about?" In a group of thousands of households, Hutuo walked in with a bandage on his body, with a straight face: "Stop arguing, this team must be from our new third battalion!"

The Qianhu of the new second battalion and the new fourth battalion are depressed. The generals who choose the captives are no more than Qianhu. If you are a commander in person, how shameless you are?

"Did you hear that, this team is still ours!" Qianhu from the New Third Battalion was proud, puffing out his stomach as if he had won a battle.

"Hato, I'm not afraid of worsening the injury!"

Li Wenhao shook his head helplessly, without disturbing them, he entered the prison camp from the side.

The prison camp is actually the prison in Wangcheng, which has been rebuilt. Above the ground, there are rows of houses filled with prisoners of war.

Li Wenhao took a brief look. The prisoners of the Langya Army had been recruited by each battalion, and the prisoners of the Mohan Kingdom had also been reduced by more than half, with only 6000 left.

The rest of these prisoners of war will be sent to the mines, and the craftsmen camp will be coolies, and they will be released after three years.

"Master Hou!"

Entering the basement floor, which is the real prison, Ma Kui led several Jinyi guards and came to greet him.

"Those Sha people, how is the interrogation going?" Li Wenhao glanced at the blood on Ma Kui and the others, and asked in a deep voice.

The Sha people are alien humans, that is, the riders of three thousand mysterious beast camels. They are usually wrapped in white robes, and they look like ordinary people.

After peeling off the white robes, I realized that these people are very special. Their skin and hair are pale and dry, as if they have been air-dried, which is really scary.