Chapter 84 The First Man of the Empire

Chapter 84--The First Man of the Empire

"Hey! Wake up! I'm here to join the army." The next day, Cao Hanshen came to the barracks of Radiado with an oil bottle. A white-haired old man was lying on the table and sleepy, looking up at the dazzling sun hanging high on his head. The grass was speechless. The old man was too sleepy. Doesn't he have to go to work at night? .

"Oh, join the army! Cough~cough~." Staring at the 10-year-old kid in front of him, Old Larry was shocked and stared wide. A little kid came to join the army and joked, "Go... go, go, you have to play aside." Old Larry woke up from the shock and immediately waved his hand to drive away the grass.

"Grandpa can be punished to prevent the people of the empire from joining the army~" Cao Hanshen dodged Old Larry's chicken feet sideways and looked at Old Larry with a smile.

"I have never heard of chopping and carrying, old man." Old Larry drove away this slippery little boy impatiently. "I think I was also an excellent veteran in those years. There were a few little kids like you who wanted to catch, but there were only a few."

"Imperial Military Code, Chapter 5, Article 6, Section 1, no one shall prevent our people from actively joining the army for any reason. Those who violate the will be punished and cut off their left hand." Cao Han pointed to an announcement posted by the wall with deep laughter. Because of the time, many of them are damaged and can't read the original text clearly. But what Cao Hanshen said is still faintly obvious, "Grandpa, you haven't heard of it. You have to read it, you see."

"It's up to you, you deserve it." Old Larry rubbed his old eyes and stared at the announcement that he didn't know how many times he had read. Although he read it every day, he never recorded it in his head, because who would voluntarily join the army at this border? He worked as a registrar here for 11 years, and the old Larry only received it. Seven people, and two of them are just asking for directions. Why don't they want to do anything here? This receptionist is purely a waste of food.

"Name? Age? Profession?" Old Larry sat back weakly. Since he can't stop Cao Han's idea of joining the army, he can only use his authority. Although Old Larry's power is almost zero, there is still a faint tendency to approach negative values. In the first round, he has to get out of the cold and go home and cry. Thinking of this, Old Larry laughed. Get up.

Brandon was like a wooden chicken, staring at the grass and fighting against old Larry. Oh, my God, the eldest brother actually came to join the army, and Brandon shouted in his heart.

"Grey Lar, 15 years old, child." Cao Han said seriously, straightening his waist and staring intently at old Larry. The action was similar to that of a soldier.

Old Larry was in a trance. Did he see it wrong? Just now, in addition to being a little younger, Cao Han Shen, even the captain of that year was not as good as him, but he was about to see more carefully. Cao Han Shen was not serious. He smiled and was just a little boy.

"What kind of arms do you participate in?" The empire stipulates that you have to be 14 years old or older to join the army. Old Larry didn't expect that Cao Han was so cunning. He raised his age by 5 years and gave him no chance at all. He could only ask the next second round. Calm, calm, there is still a chance. Old Larry recovered soon. Come on, thinking of the arms test, I immediately laughed, like an old fox.

"Archer!" After thinking about it, the archers usually stand relatively backwards, and Cao Hanshen has long wanted to be a sharpshooter to try. After a shot, he reported the archer. There is no way that there is no gun here. Even if the grass is cold, he dares not be upright. Take it out.

"Bat!"

Old Larry trembled and smiled like a stroke. He turned to the back and took out a bow and arrow, a stone bow, the lowest equipment of the archer, wiped the dust on it, threw it on the table, and looked at the grass cold and deep with a mocking face, "I'll let you join the army, I'll let you join the army." He grunted.

He picked up the wooden bow casually, gently played the slingshot string, and tried to pull a few more times, but only pulled a little each time.

Old Larry regretted that he didn't take out a ten-stone iron tire bow and secretly regretted it. He stared nervously at Cao Hanshen. He was a little nervous and laughed at himself. How could a little kid pull a stone wooden bow?

Looking at Lao Lali, Cao Han's heart moved deeply, and the wooden bow in his hand slowly slowed down. He slowly took the wooden bow by one-third of the arc and let go of his hand.

"Fal! I'm sorry for the child. You don't meet Radius's standard for joining the army. Go home and grow up for a few more years! Let's see if you want to come." Old Larry is completely a weasel giving New Year's greetings to the chickens. He is uneasy and kind. In a few years, it is estimated that the cucumber vegetables have become moldy.

Old Larry only stared at the arc of Cao Han's deep pull and did not notice that Cao Han's deep has always been relaxed and flexible. He smiled over there and said, "I finally saved an ignorant life." Old Larry sighed with relief.

"But I want to report the slave camp!" Cao Han deeply stared at the old Larry innocently, both innocent and pitiful. What a terrible look. Is this the legendary harmlessness of people and animals? It's hard to refuse...

"What?"

Old Larry sprayed a big mouthful of water and almost splashed the grass cold deep. "No, I firmly disagree. Get out, get out." Old Larry roared angrily. Even if he fought with these hands, the old Larry would not agree to let the little boy enter the bone-eating purgatory.

looked at the trembling body of the old Larry and sprinkled the two chicken feet angrily. The grass was deeply moved. An old man who had a plain taste of met actually cared so much about himself. It was not until he entered the Ladias Second Legion-slave camp that the grass knew why the old man still insisted on staying here and why he heard I would be so angry if I wanted to enter the slave camp.

"The empire stipulates that anyone who wants to enter the slave camp is stateless, powerless and age-free." Old Larry is like a frost eggplant, wither! Relying weakly on the chair, old Larry took out a slightly dark pamphlet with a sad look, blew away the dust on it, turned over the first page, and wrote with a special alchemy pen, the calendar, September 21 new recruits joined the army, Gree Lar, 15th, archers.

"Grandpa, thank you. In fact, in fact, if you don't help me join the army, I won't sue you, but I will still find someone else to help me get in." Giving a touch of gratitude to old Larry, Cao Hanshen clenched his fist against his right hand against his heart to express his highest gratitude to the old man.

"I'm still old." Old Larry sighed affectionately and asked Brandon, who had been standing behind:

"What about you? Is it also an archer?"

Bran and others woke up when they heard the words and looked at the grass in consternation.

Gras coldly leans against one side and closes his eyes to refresh himself. He chooses his own way. If he regrets it in the future, he can't blame anyone, because it's your choice.

"I...I... I still don't want to be a slave..." Brandon turned his head and didn't dare to look at Cao Han. He was afraid of facing Cao Han's deep criticism and saying that hell would follow him. As long as the eldest brother is, where I am, and there is no way out, this is true, true.

But when Brandon stood in front of the gate of hell hesitated...

"You..." Old Larry stared at Cao Han and shook his head, turned into the barracks to remain silent. At the same time, he swallowed what he wanted to say to Brandon, sighed leisurely, and followed Cao Han into the barracks, leaving Brandon alone.

Cao Han shook his head gently and understood him. At the same time, he also regretted for him. He lost a heart to become a strong man. He hesitated and should not appear. One is one, two is two. You don't owe me anything. You don't need to be decadent at all.

There is no one who can think of a child like Cao Hanshen and insist on joining the hell between them. Old Larry knows that Cao Hanshen is the first and last person. No one in the Tianfeng Empire will let civilians do like Cao Hanshen, but is eager to become slaves.

If he knew that Cao Hanshen was still a nobleman, then he would definitely be scared to death.

Indeed, no one will do this in this continent. Wenda and "Yan" will never find Cao Hanshen, the servant who volunteered to enter the camp as a slave, forever...

Unless the grass is cold and deep, this girl will jump out by herself if she has nothing to do.

"Hey! Gree, wait...wait...." Old Larry shouted to the grass cold who was walking in front of him. After seeing the grass coldness stop, he gasped for two breaths before shouting, "Grey, wait, I'll get something." He hurried away without waiting for the grass cold depth to say.

Looking at the old Larry's impatient run back to the Tibetan soldier's room, Cao Han was deeply puzzled. Did the old man have dementia and left things in it!

There are two kinds of Tibetan rooms. One is the heavy storage room for replacing weapons for new soldiers or veterans of the army. The restrictions are larger and the defense is much stricter. The other is the Tibetan room that tests the strength of the soldiers. Old Larry is responsible for such a Tibetan room. There are no restrictions on taking them in and taking them out, but if they are lost or damaged, they need to be reported. .

"Grey, this is what I gave you. Although I don't know why you insist on entering this slave camp so much, I will still bless you." Old Larry handed it to Cao Hanshen with a small stone iron bow and stared at Cao Hanshen with a penitentful face.

"Thank you, grandpa!" Cao Hanzhen stared at the old Larry who was running with a grateful face, but Cao Hanzhen didn't say why. Everyone had their own unspeakable things, and Cao Hanzhen didn't want to pull this kind grandfather into the water.

"Fuck, son of a bitch, you want to burn me to death, cry... cry..., rubbish!" A tall man stabbed the word "slave" in his right hand. A big man with a height of 2.5 meters with scars roared loudly, but his eyes flashed with a thick smile and no angry look at all. The grass was cold and deep I know he is pretending.

The one who was kicked to the ground was also a slave who stabbed a "slave" in his right hand, a little slave, and a little girl. Grass Han was stunned and looked at the cowardly pulled up the wooden bucket lying aside in a panic, nibbling and dragging the barrel head without returning. Run away in a panic.

"You don't have to say anything when you see Commander Toby later, and then give him your pamphlet to sign it. After signing, you are a formal slave soldier." Old Larry's face was gloomy and his face was not right, but Old Larry still squeezed out a smile that was worse than crying and said to Cao Han Shen,

"In the future, your combat achievements will be recorded in it. Every time you kill one person, print his index finger on it. After ten people, you don't have to record your combat achievements by yourself. Someone will record it for you. Be sure to take good care of it. It is related to your food, drink, accommodation and transportation."

Cao Han followed relaxedly and harmoniously, listening carefully to old Larry's information while thinking about what had just happened.

The little girl knew old Larry, and the relationship was not simple, because old Larry once looked at the savage slave angrily. Although it was only less than half a second, she still caught it, and the little girl was afraid of old Larry's appearance.

She fled in panic not because of the rough treatment of savage slaves, but because of old Larry's complicated vicissitudes of eyes.

Cao Hanshen didn't recover until he came to his senses before he came to a tall tent, but just before, Cao Hanshen had secretly recorded the little girl and the big man's appearance.