The large campus that can accommodate tens of thousands of people is made of three-piece soil and is covered with a layer of gravel on it. Even if it rains, the campus will not be muddy at all. However, in the hot summer days, training on it is a life-threatening thing. The surroundings are bare, without any shade, and the scorching sunlight shines directly on the campus. Every stone seems to have been fryed by a fire, and each grain is boiling hot.

Such weather is really not suitable for outdoor sports, but above the school ground, there are now square formations standing in black. They are fully armed, with a helmet and armor, holding a spear and a big knife in their hands, standing solemnly.

Sweat flowed down from under the helmet like a rain line, from the top of the face, slapped on the ground, but instantly turned into a stream of evaporated mist, disappearing in an instant under the scorching sun.

From time to time, someone fell straight down. Someone immediately ran over on the sidelines, dragged the fainted person aside, poured a bowl of mung bean soup, then took off his armor and wiped his body with cold water.

If you look at it from a distance, no matter who it is, you will praise the military discipline of this army, but if you get closer, you will be surprised to find that this army is actually the former Anyang County soldiers.

Scissors took over the Anyang County soldiers. Under the death order of An Ruhai to draw a unit of 3,000 people in three months, the devil training of scissors followed. Before the training, all the officers above the captain among the county soldiers were transferred away. Now there is only one officer in this army, that is, Scissors, the commander of the Anyang County soldiers.

The blank appointment letters with the seal of the commander of the Western Frontier Army were pasted on a wooden board by scissors, and stood on one side of the school ground. When all the county soldiers lined up there, they could be seen. Next to them was a notice issued by scissors. After the three months of training, all officers would fill it with those who stood out from the training.

These vacant official hats were waiting for his master, which made many of the county soldiers look hot. On the other side of the school ground, there were things that made them even more terrifying. There were tall poles standing there, and a personal head hung on the top of the poles. Some were already highly corrupt and foul smell was constantly spreading, while others were still dripping blood downwards. The stones on the poles had turned purple and black.

The new county soldiers commander was a demon, which was already an open consensus among the county soldiers. Now, the demon was standing in front of them. Compared with these soldiers, the scissors were still wearing the armor he had in the death camp. The mask of the helmet was pulled down, and he could not see his expression, but the sweat shed from him was no less than the soldiers in the front phalanx.

If he doesn't move, no one dares to move.

On the school ground, it was so quiet that everyone could hear the heavy breathing of everyone.

Through the mask, looking at this army that has been completely renewed, the scissors were extremely satisfied. The county soldiers were not the ordinary soldiers, but the officers who came to visit Jin. One soldier was a beating, and a mouse could ruin a pot of good soup. When the so-called upper beam was not straight and the lower beam was crooked, and even the officers could not strictly demand themselves, how could the soldiers at the bottom be a combat-capable force?

The officers could not afford to provoke scissors, so they could only ask An Ruhai to transfer them away. The remaining people had no worries about scissors. Although the bad habits left before still maintained some inertia, they soon disappeared without a trace in front of Xueliang's butcher's knife.

Scissors knew very well that he, the commander of the county soldiers, was just the reward for this rebellion. What else could he do in the future? He had no background, no background, and had a bad reputation. He could see from An Ruhai's eyes that the current number one in the western world disliked him undisguised. Yes, no one would like a traitor. However, although he didn't deal with An Ruhai much, he had basically figured out the character of the commander through just a few contacts. He might hate him very much, but as long as he showed outstanding abilities and made him feel that he had value to use, he could stay in this position safely.

The only thing he can rely on is his own efforts. Looking at the newly renovated army in front of him, Scissors thought to himself. An Ruhai is now weak. As long as his energy sources continue to transport qualified soldiers to him, his position in his mind will become more and more important.

If the western border troops want to be rebuilt, the first thing they need is to have tiger men.

Training, training! The scissors' high-spirited mood suddenly became depressed. His training methods were learned from Qin Feng. His skills were all learned from the Death Camp, but now there is no Death Camp.

"Boss Qin!" He moaned softly, "If it weren't for your loss, I would never have betrayed the Death Camp. What's the point without your Death Camp!"

His hands were trembling slightly. Qin Feng was gone, but Shu Chang was still there. Moreover, the revenge of the Death Camp had begun. A level nine master, whenever he thought of this, the scissors felt a little cold. If such a person appeared in front of him, he would not have the slightest power to fight back. Fortunately, An Ruhai was still in the city.

He took a deep breath, raised his hand, slowly lifted up his mask, glanced at all the soldiers, raised his hands, waved hard in the air, then turned around and left the school ground with big strides.

As the scissors left, the sound of armor leaves colliding came from the school ground. At this moment, most of the soldiers were all sank on the ground, and the few remaining were also leaning on spears, bent down and gasping.

They are lucky today, and they are one-third less than their usual training volume.

He took off his armor, walked out of the barracks, and followed by a full twenty guards. Of course, he knew that these people could not protect him at all. The only purpose of their existence was to use their bodies and lives to fight for himself with their bodies and lives when the assassins appeared.

His identity is very different now. When he was in the Death Camp, he had to change into casual clothes if he wanted to enter the city. But now, he owned a big house in Anyang City. This house was originally owned by Yang Yi. But now Yang Yi is already suffocating his body.

Of course, he is not alone now. His parents were sent by the inner guard from Qiushui City. In addition to the three of them, there are more than a dozen honest servants and girls selected from Yang Yiyuan's family to serve their parents. But even so, they still seem extremely deserted in that too large house.

The one who has always felt most sorry for in his life was his parents. Because of his impulse, his father broke his legs and was paralyzed in the bed, and his mother cried and blinded. The two old people lived side by side in Qiushui City. When they were in the death camp, the scissors studied hard and fought bravely, thinking that they could whitewash themselves as soon as possible and then return to their parents.

Now he has done it. Although the process is not glorious, being able to live a stable and happy life for his parents is his only comfort now.

For this, he felt that all the other hatred and anger was worth it.

Walking into Zhuhong's gate, crossing the long corridor, and reaching a small courtyard behind. After the two old men lived in the house, they had a spacious, tall and magnificent main house. They didn't live in it, saying that they couldn't get used to it, so they finally chose this small courtyard. This place was originally a place where Yang Yi's housekeeper lived, and it was such a small courtyard. The two of them felt that it was too luxurious. They could not resist the scissors of the two old men, so they could only follow their wishes. They also prepared a bedroom in this courtyard.

When he walked to the gate of the courtyard, waved his hand, the twenty guards accompanying him immediately scattered around. The scissors paused at the door for a moment, rubbed their stiff face, showed a smile, and reached out to push open the door.

"Dad, mom, I'm back." He shouted happily, and walked into the yard with his hands behind his back, looking like a successful person.

Outside Anyang City, on Maoer Mountain, two people from afar were welcomed.

"We were stationed in Maoer Mountain at the beginning." Seeing Qin Feng strode ahead, skillfully avoiding one trap after another, Shu Chang, who followed him, whispered. "These things were arranged at that time. At that time, we were facing the Western Qin people of more than 100,000 people. We thought we could not survive, but unexpectedly, the Western Qin coach Bian Wushuang did not attack us. We survived by chance."

After pausing, Shu Chang smiled bitterly, "Of course, this has become our crime now. To the people, this matter is indeed unreasonable. By the way, Bian Wushuang sent someone to send you a letter that said, "You owe him a favor."

Qin Feng kept climbing up the mountain and said as he walked: "Bian Wushuang's original intention was to rob Anyang County. When the overall situation was decided, it was not worth it to him to fight with the death campfire, but I still remembered his favor. I will pay him back some time in the future. And Deng Pu, I owe him a favor, haha, it's really ridiculous. I actually owe several favors to my enemies for so many years."

"Mahou said that the tomb of Mrs. Kitten and her son is on it. Go and have a look and worship it. What a pity, it's a good woman!" Shu Chang sighed.

The two climbed to the top of the mountain with heavy steps. On a slope of sunrise, they saw the tomb. On the stone tablet, the purple and black handwriting seemed particularly conspicuous.

"It seems that the kitten wrote it in his own blood." Standing in front of the grave, Shu Chang clasped her fists with her hands and bowed to the ground.
Chapter completed!