The Legend of Fatality

Before saying this, Bai En hesitated. Not hesitating whether to say this sentence, but hesitating whether to say ‘you’ or ‘us’. This is just simple language art. For these bridge workers, a word can change many things.

The advantage of ‘us’ is obvious to the group of bridge workers, indicating that Bai En will stand with them, which represents Bai ’s recognition of them. As ordinary people, this recognition is only subconscious. They will still understand that Bai En is also a leader, but obedience makes them subconsciously imitate what Bai En does and obey what Bai En asks to do.

As long as Bai En insists on doing the same thing with them, and deal with the dissonant voices in time, he will soon be able to reap a stable and obedient collective. And he does n’t even need to do the same as them, just pretend, such as standing in front of them or encouraging them when they are running on the bridge; they can even help them carry them for a while, because of their differences in status Sex will cause them great discomfort when Baien helps them, and will soon ask to change back to themselves.

Of course, there will also be those who are at ease. For these 'problems', it is the part that Bai En needs to solve first. After all, the rate of casualties among bridge workers is staggering, and it is normal to occasionally die.

‘You’ are just the opposite. Keeping the difference in status will make these people understand that Bai En does not have any similarities with them. Rules, laws, authority and privileges make these people and Baien have different levels, and they are habitually obeyed by harsh means and insurmountable classes.

Both have their advantages and disadvantages. Bai En hesitated for a long time, but in the end he decided to choose authority and difference to make them subconsciously obey. This is not because of Bai En himself, but because of the group he belongs to, the Master of the Fatalin Association itself is different from almost everyone. Rather than spend more time to gain recognition from others, it is better to use their own ability to maintain their status and authority.

"So what should we do?" Someone in the bridging team asked. He has dark brown skin and black hair-which means he is from the southern continent. The person who asked this question was also the only one among the bridge workers who had no beard. Judging by his fluent accent, he might be a Tyre. Judging from his clothing, he is not a slave, but a soldier. This is common among foreign soldiers-those who are out of gangs tend to fall to the worst place in the army.

"Good question," Bai En nodded and said while pacing in front of the queue. "You have to start training. Before doing your daily work every morning, you have to practice carrying bridge runs to enhance your endurance."

More than one person's expression became somber because of Bai En's words.

"I know what you are thinking," instead Bai En laughed at the gloomy face of the group of people, he said lightly. "Aren't your lives hard enough? Shouldn't we relax in a short time?"

"Yes," said the first big man who was laid down by Bai Eun violently. "Yes."

"No, not right!" Bai En immediately turned his head and yelled at him sharply. "Carrying the bridge makes you exhausted because you spend most of your time wandering. If you want to survive on the battlefield and carrying the bridge, you have to train. Oh, I know you have too much to do-in the canyon Look for food here, clean the toilet, and clean the floor. But the soldiers who oversee you do n’t expect you to work hard; they just want to keep you busy. Those jobs are just to make them ignore you. "

Bai En waited for a while, and waited for the bridge workers to digest his words.

"As your commander, my main duty is to win, not to keep you alive. But only if more people survive, I can win. I am helpless with the arrows shot by the Bilbao, so I must Do something for you. I must make you stronger, so that when you rush to the last section of the bridge ready to be built-when the arrows are flying-you can run faster. "He and each in the queue One person's eyes meet each other, and one by one looks at the past. "I hope my bridging team will never lose anyone."

Everyone stared at Bai En inexplicably. Finally, a burly man with sturdy limbs laughed loudly in the back. He has bronze skin, crimson hair, nearly seven feet tall, and has sturdy arms and a broad chest. Karachi people-most people call them "big dogs", symbolizing their loyalty and bravery-are a group of people from the central southern continent, overseas islands. The name he named himself "Rock" the night before.

"Crazy! You are crazy!" Locke said. "This guy standing in front of us is a lunatic! And he wants to lead us!"

He laughed loudly, leaning forward and back holding his belly smiling. Others soon joined him, laughing, shaking their heads to Bai En's speech while smiling. The laughter of these people echoed in the air, causing the soldiers in the surrounding camps to turn their heads and look here.

"Hey, behold, there's a lunatic here saying that his bridging team won't die." The big guy who was taught by Bai En at first seemed to have found a way to vent, and he shouted to the onlookers around his mouth. .

Outside the camp, a short lieutenant was chatting with several soldiers nearby. "What?" He shouted, turning his head badly.

"This man wants us to carry the bridge for training," the big man shouted at the lieutenant. "Do we have to do what he said?"

"Bah, which one ..." said the lieutenant, turning his head to look at the person who pointed at the big head. When he found Bai En, he didn't continue to talk, but waved his hand, turned his head back, and replaced Said in a solemn tone. "According to the command of the coalition headquarters, the commander of the bridging engineering team only counts when he speaks on the battlefield." After he finished speaking, he quickly led several of his soldiers away.

The big man glanced back at Bai En. "It seems that you can get away, friend. Unless you want to beat us all down." He said, leaving the corpse split in half outside the barracks not far away, adding. "Or let your dog kill us all."

The big guy left the square directly after he finished talking, and the bigger guy, Locke, hesitated for a moment ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ also took people away. Some were watching, but soon everyone was disbanded on the spot, some returned to the barracks, and some walked towards the cafeteria, leaving only Bae and his apprentices Morris and Knocklandstorf.

"Things are not going well," Morris said from behind Bane's shoulder.

"It's not very smooth." Bai En watched lightly as the group of bridge workers left the square in the middle of the camp.

"You don't look surprised." Morris asked curiously.

"Yes, I'm just disappointed." Bai En looked at the short lieutenant who left with his men. The lieutenant turned around to find that Bai En was looking at himself, and then turned around deliberately not to look at him. "In Fatalin's army, I have met some newcomers who have no experience in the military, but I have never met anyone who dared to defy the order so openly."

"What's the difference?" Morris asked. Such a naive question. The answer should be obvious, but he tilted his head in confusion.

"Fatlin's army knows that they may be sent to worse places. So you can punish them. These bridge workers know they have reached the bottom. Pain and death will not make them more obedient." With a long sigh, his irritability disappeared. "I can get them all out of the barracks, it's already a matter of luck."

"So what shall we do now?" Morris asked again.

"I don't know." Bai En glanced beside him, and there were still many soldiers standing outside the camp and chatting with other soldiers. The big guy and Locke also gathered between two of them and said something. Bai En saw the big man making a few strokes towards himself, and then laughed with the soldiers. Bai En raised his eyebrows and said to Morris. "In fact, I have a solution."