Chapter 215 Chapter 188 "Special Talents"

Once again came to the slave market in the imperial capital. Du Wei was more careful this time. He put on a tall cloak and hat to cover his face. He got off his horse and followed General Longbottom in the crowd. behind. It seems that there are a lot fewer people in the slave market today.Although the three of them were leading the horse, it was not difficult for them to walk.But little Sandy was a little more difficult. The sorrel colt he was riding was not very obedient, and he was always against little Sandy. "You should give it a few whips." General Longbottom glanced at the kid and muttered, "These beasts are like this. The weaker you are, the more they will bully you."

But little Sandy was a little bit reluctant, this was the first horse in his life.The kind butler Mud also promised little Sandy that this little stallion could be given to him for his own use.Looking at the beautiful sorrel fur on the horse, Sandy's whip couldn't fall off. "Just here." Longbottom parked his horse at the end of the long street away from the slave square. There was less traffic here, and the nearest slave trader's platform was a hundred meters away.On the contrary, Du Wei saw many people with white cloths on their bodies or arms on the streets on both sides, some were young people, some were middle-aged people, and some were down-and-out low-level warriors.

Sometimes, Du Wei really doesn't understand... these down-and-out warriors, even if their rank is very low, even if they have only one rank, at least they are warriors with an official rank.How could it be so depressing? The martial arts of these people are at least stronger than those of ordinary people, right?If they are willing to serve as soldiers... The vast territory of the empire requires a large number of troops to guard, and there are notices for recruiting recruits almost every year.These low-level warriors, with their skills, are they not even qualified to be soldiers? However, Du Wei later learned: This is probably the so-called perseverance or dignity of the warrior.From the point of view of the samurai, even if it is just the lowest level of samurai, if they are not desperate, they will never want to go to the army...just a small soldier.

They are samurai, warriors with official ranks, they can't tolerate being in the army, being shouted about by some small bosses who are ordinary people, and they are overwhelmed.They would rather be the lowest-level bodyguards in the carriage.Even work hard.But into the military? Unless it's an officer! However, there are no major battles in the empire at the moment. It can be said that the entire continent is very peaceful. Without war, promotion in the army is very difficult. From a small soldier to a small captain, if it is a war, it may be a day. It can be done, but in peacetime... this process may take several years, or even longer!

"It's like the college students I met in my previous life who couldn't find a job. They would rather wait for the opportunity to wait for a job, and not many people are willing to serve dishes in restaurants for a living." Du Wei sighed secretly. Looking at the dull-looking warriors in the corners on both sides of the street, holding rusty long swords, leaning there with indifferent expressions and empty eyes... Du Wei suddenly felt a little emotional. Crash! Longbottom took an object covered in black cloth from his horse and threw it on the ground.From the shape, it seems to be a bundle of long strips, and from the sound... it seems to be metal?

That's right, metal. As Longbottom undid the cloth cover, what was exposed underneath was a bundle of long iron rods, the simplest kind of iron rods.A lot of it was even rusted, God knows where this guy got it. Uh... He couldn't have demolished the house and removed the beams, right?Du Wei's malicious guess. Afterwards, Longbottom seemed to know the rules of the slave market very well. Without Sandy reminding him, he grabbed an iron rod and slammed it into the ground. It seems that the many years of prison life did not let the general's martial arts go to waste. He easily inserted an iron rod into the solid stone pavement, and then put the black cloth on top of the iron rod. .

What this stands for is simple: solicitation. Soon, all the nearby people, young and old, who were looking for work gathered around, everyone had prayers and expectations on their faces, but Little Sandy quickly yelled loudly under Longbottom's guidance: "Samurai! We need samurai! Real samurai!" The sharp child's voice crossed the long street, but it seemed to ignite a little flame in the numb eyes of those down-and-out warriors on the street corner! As if a dying person had seen hope, many of those guys in shabby clothes but holding long swords lifted their spirits, subconsciously stood up straight, and then strode towards here.

And the other people who were looking for work shook their heads in frustration and walked away. "Your Excellency, who do you need?" An old man who looked like Du Wei's grandfather squeezed over. He was wearing a shabby gray linen suit, and the iron sword in his arms... Du Wei even doubted Can it be pulled out because the scabbard is covered with tawny rust. "Is the adventure group recruiting people?" "Is it a bodyguard?" "Do you need a bodyguard? I'm a samurai!!" All of a sudden, a large number of people gathered around, most of them had the same appearance, with unshaven faces, and although the clothes on their bodies were worn out, they were well-washed, and they all held their own weapons in their arms.

And the greater similarity, these guys will never call you "Sir" like other job seekers, they will only call you "Sir". This reflects their own identities: I am different from ordinary people, I am a warrior! "Back off!" Longbottom looked impatient, his eyes swept over the people crowded in the front, and muttered in a low voice: "Why are these guys getting worse and worse now! Hey! How about you, step back! Make room for me!" Longbottom's huge body was like a monster, and he didn't see how hard he was, so he pushed away a few guys who were too crowded in front, and then he raised his voice and shouted: "Quiet me! Quiet!"

He raised his big palm-like hand, pointed at the crowd in front of him, and shouted: "I need people, but I don't need trash! I need people with unique skills, unique skills! Do you understand? As long as you have unique skills that satisfy me Son, I don't care what level of samurai you have! Do you understand? Let me see what you are capable of! Who will come first?" Unique job? Many people fell silent. "Is there no one to try?" Longbottom looked disappointed.He turned back to Du Wei and sighed: "Damn it, one generation is not as good as the next generation. In the past, I could find a few useful people here, but now? Look at this bunch of waste, each one obviously doesn't have much ability, but Still clinging to my own bullshit and persisting... Bah! Gold will always shine, but if it is not gold, but still pretending to be here, it is simply a waste that does not deserve sympathy."

After waiting for a long time, no one came forward. Longbottom got impatient and shouted: "Don't you even have any unique skills? Damn it! You are warriors! Show me your best martial arts skills... If you have no skills, get out of the way! Don't take up space! Guard your corner and wait for death!" What he said was very blunt, but from Du Wei's point of view, although the words were harsh, they were...very reasonable! This world is very realistic, if you are obviously incompetent, but still clinging to some bullshit... that is stupid!It's better to find a job and live hard! A trash who daydreams all day does not deserve sympathy. "Excuse me, Your Excellency, what is the unique skill you are talking about?" A thin man tried his best to squeeze out of the crowd: "Can you explain it more clearly?" "I don't care what you are." Longbottom grinned: "What are you best at? Show it to me." "I'm good at swordsmanship, Your Excellency." The skinny guy tried his best to raise his sword: "My warrior level is..." "Okay, I don't care about your level." Longbottom waved impatiently: "If you had the title of level five and level six, you wouldn't be here. Show your abilities and let me see." The skinny warrior blushed, and then he picked up a stone, and with a few swipes on the wall next to him, he drew a humanoid pattern that was about the same proportion as a real person. He took a step back, then took a deep breath, and suddenly pulled out his long sword... Swish Swish Swish Swish... The long sword pierced out lightly and quickly, and the sword's edge hit the humanoid pattern on the wall like raindrops. Finally, when the skinny guy backed away, Longbottom narrowed his eyes and took a look at the human figure, his eyes suddenly lit up! On the humanoid pattern, the two eyes, the throat, the ribs, and... the crotch were all stabbed! Fast and accurate!Every sword of this samurai pierced these parts viciously... all of them were places that armor could not cover! Generally speaking, his swordsmanship is a bit despicable, and some are not aboveboard, like a poisonous snake. And the badge on his chest... It's just a first-level warrior? ! "Okay, you stay, I want it!" Longbottom laughed loudly, "Who else!!!" The second guy recruited by Longbottom was a left-handed guy.This very short guy... he probably grew up malnourished, he was even about the height of little Sandy.But after he showed a few sword moves casually, Longbottom asked him to use them. "He is a left-hander. The swordsmanship he uses is all in the opposite direction to that of ordinary people. During the battle, the enemy will feel very uncomfortable. This is a good guy." This is Longbottom's explanation. The third one to pass was a fat man who looked almost as tall as Longbottom.This fat man looks like a wax gourd, but his unique skill is beyond Du Wei's imagination. "I can be beaten, and I'm not afraid of pain." The fat man grinned, "I'm not born to feel pain." As he said that, he pulled off his clothes, exposing his chest covered with black hair, pulled out his sword casually, and chopped himself twice... He chopped it really badly!The blood was flowing and the skin was torn, but the fat man's face was very calm: "Your Excellency, I have no talent for martial arts, and I am only a first-level warrior. But I bet that in a real battle, I can fight alone." Kill at least three first-level warriors! Because they slash me a few times, as long as it is not fatal, my combat effectiveness will not be affected! But if I slash them once, they can't bear it." So, this guy was also accepted. Next, a few other weird guys were also accepted by Longbottom.Some of the unique skills that are good at even surprised Du Wei... Hell, is this light work?Seeing a skinny guy, he ran up to the roof without much effort, running back and forth, as light as a civet cat. There is another guy who is good at imitating. He can imitate the sounds of various animals, and even the sounds of mice fighting are imitated vividly by him. "I'd make an excellent scout. Your Excellency!". "And me!" A guy squeezed out of the crowd: "I used to be a hunter, and I would set up all kinds of traps. In the mountains, I only need to rely on my nose and eyes to find traps under the most difficult conditions." The nearest mountain road and water source!" After recruiting these people, Longbottom looked at the guys next to him who were still full of expectations, but no one came out to answer, so he shouted loudly at those guys who were unwilling to leave: "What's wrong? Are you still here?" Anyone want to try it?" "It's not fair! Your Excellency." Someone in the crowd yelled: "They are not real warriors! They are just thieves! Real warriors can only talk with swords! We don't howl like animals, or crawl like thieves Go to someone else's house!" Longbottom sneered, he grabbed the bundle of iron rods on the ground, stuck them on the ground one by one, and said coldly, "You bastards think it's unfair? Alright! Then let you speak with your swords ! Anyone who can use the sword in your hand to chop off an iron rod, I will accept him!" Cut off an iron rod with one sword? Although each iron rod is not too thick, it is at least as thick as a child's arm.Cut off with a sword? Unless it is a samurai who can display grudge!Or a sword in hand. Otherwise, it is impossible. But if he could display fighting spirit or have a sword, who would be down here?A samurai who can display fighting spirit will not worry about running out of food. Longbottom's move left everyone speechless. "Alas..." Longbottom sighed, as if he was a little disappointed. After working for a long time, although he had recruited some strange talents, he hadn't met any real warriors with some abilities. At this moment, a calm voice came from the crowd. "Why don't you let me try?" Immediately, the crowd was separated, and there was a tall guy who looked to be in his thirties, dressed in rough clothes, and walked with a steady killing spirit. When Longbottom saw this guy, his eyes lit up.According to his experience, although the strength of this samurai is unknown, judging from his temperament, this guy is definitely a ruthless character who has experienced real life and death fights, and has seen blood and killed people! "Your name." Longbottom narrowed his eyes. "Please call me Old Smoke, that's what my friends call me." The warrior seemed to hesitate for a moment, the name he gave was simply a nickname.And his accent seems to be a native of the imperial capital. Du Wei found that although this guy was chest-stopped, there was a strong smell of herbs on his body, as if he was injured? Longbottom also noticed that this guy who called himself "Old Smoke" had a bandage wrapped around his chest clothes... and the wound seemed to be on... his heart? "Are you injured?" Longbottom frowned. "Yes, it's here." Lao Yan pointed at his heart: "But I'm so lucky, my heart is born a little bit sideways than ordinary people." After speaking, he drew out his long sword and took a breath... Swish! A clear sword light flashed across, and the faint brilliance of fighting spirit surprised the surrounding onlookers! This is a vindictive warrior!That indicates that his warrior level should be at least level four! How could a fourth-level warrior be in such a state of desperation? That's right, this Old Yan, he was the "Yu Linjun" who was going to be inspected on the day of the coup d'état. The guy who died thinking about the title "Jazz". Click! An iron rod was cut into two ends at the sound. Lao Yan seemed to be panting a little, as if the action just now had pulled the wound. He took a deep breath and looked at Longbottom, but his eyes passed Longbottom and landed on Behind Du Wei's body. After all, he was a member of the Imperial Forest Army, so he could tell at a glance who was the real head of the family. "Can I pass it?" "Yes." It was Du Wei who spoke: "Please tell me the treatment you want, Your Excellency Knight." "..." Lao Yan was silent for a while, with a look of boredom in his eyes, and slowly said: "Leave the imperial capital. If you are recruiting people to leave the imperial capital, I am willing to follow you. I just want to leave here."