Rebirth System: Cultivating Villains

The coach was shocked when he saw the scene in front of him, but he did not show much surprise on his face.

He stared at Jiang Jiang calmly, trying to understand her intentions.

Jiang Jiang said calmly, "General, I only have a young brother in my family who depends on me for survival. I came here just to share the joys and sorrows with my brother. I have no other intentions and I don't want to cause any trouble. I hope the general can understand my difficulties and don't make things difficult for me."

Just then, the people outside heard the noise in the tent and gathered around nervously, asking with concern what had happened.

The military advisor was even more anxious, and he stood at the door and shouted loudly: "Commander, what happened?"

The coach frowned slightly and looked past Jiang Jiang at the anxious people outside the door.

He knew very well that Jiang Jiang had no ill intentions. If Jiang Jiang wanted to do something, she could have killed him the moment she stepped into the military tent.

So he signaled everyone to calm down and said loudly, "It's okay, you can leave first!" There was an unquestionable majesty in his voice that made people irresistible.

"Thank you, General!" Jiang Jiang curled her lips and smiled, as if she had grasped the victory.

She removed the sword that was lying across the commander's body and put it back into his scabbard.

The commander also took back the red tasseled spear.

There are people outside people, and there are days outside the sky.

The hermits like to hide in the mountains and forests.

He didn't bother with Jiang Jiang. He gave Jiang Jiang a badge and asked Jiang Jiang to report to the recruit camp and go through all the necessary procedures.

When it comes to life and death, no one is special.

The only special thing is that Jiang Jiang’s tent is together with the imperial physician’s.

After Jiang Jiang left, the commander sat in the tent, his brows furrowed continuously.

He felt that it still needed to be checked.

So he called his military advisor and instructed him, "Check her background and identity to see if there is anything suspicious. We cannot allow spies to infiltrate our team."

The military advisor took the order and began to investigate Jiang Jiang's background.

Without going through any trouble, all the information about her life was quickly collected.

Jiang Jiang was born in a poor and backward rural area. All his relatives had died, and he only had a younger brother who was addicted to gambling and did nothing.

Apart from his medical and martial arts skills, the information about Jiang Jiang's life is very brief, with almost no omissions.

This made the military advisor feel very confused, because generally speaking, everyone has their own past, but when Jiang Jiang's information was spread out and turned over and over, there was no ups and downs.

The military advisor returned to the commander-in-chief and reported all his findings one by one.

The coach pondered for a moment, then asked, "Is she really just the daughter of an ordinary family? Does she have no other background?"

The military advisor nodded, indicating that he had verified it.

Jiang Jiang is indeed from this country, and has no history of collusion with enemy countries within four generations.

In addition, she had no contact with enemy people, so there was no risk of her being subverted.

"That's good." The coach didn't ask any more questions. The war was tense and he needed to train the new recruits as soon as possible.

He dismissed the military advisor and no longer focused his attention on Jiang Jiang.

the other side.

Jiang Jiang took his ID card and reported to the recruit camp with a restless heart.

As soon as I stepped into the camp, I saw dust everywhere, as if I was in a gray world.

There was a strong smell in the air, a unique scent of men's foot odor and sweat mixed together.

Jiang Jiang couldn't help but frown and held her breath. She had imagined that the environment here might be bad, but she never thought it would be so unbearable.

She endured the discomfort, walked up to the soldier in charge of registration, handed over her ID card, and said softly, "Sir, this is my card."