The lower-grade magic weapon beast soul banner is three inches long and two inches wide.

An unknown flagpole made of metal, a pendant flag made of unknown animal skin. A dark golden tiger was faintly about to rush out of the pendant flag.

This beast soul banner should be Nangong Ning's treasure. The original quality should not be a low-grade magic weapon. Because the cultivation level of driving the lower-grade magic weapon is at least the Xuanshi in the inner Gang realm. Could it be that the black girl has improved the quality of the beast soul banner?

Thinking of this, Xu Shaoming's mouth slightly raised and his heart felt warm.

"Hululu!"

In my mind, the sweet and heart-warming voice of the black girl came, looking so comfortable and peaceful.

"Puff!"

A mouthful of white gas was sprayed out from Xu Shaoming's mouth.

The white gas sprayed onto the dark red beast soul banner. After a while, the dark red beast soul banner suddenly became smaller and flew into Xu Shaoming's mouth like a grain of dust.

He looked inward and saw a miniature beast soul banner floating in his dantian. Around the beast soul banner were two strands of white true energy.

Xu Shaoming sat cross-legged with his legs and breathed in accordance with the Zhenyang technique.

...

The next morning, the sun had just risen, awakening the camp of Ding's school department.

Accompanied by Lu Xuan, Xu Shaoming came to the barracks at the back of the school Ding department.

"Sir!"

The new Sima Zhang Youde from the rear ran up to talk to him.

"How about the injured brothers brought back yesterday?"

Xu Shaoming asked Zhang Youde casually.

"Sir, the situation is not very good. Twenty dozen people have died, and there are still a dozen people who may not be able to do it."

Zhang Youde replied sadly.

The rabbit dies and the fox is sad. Only farmers in white clothes can feel so sad. How can the noble men experience these? Every world is the same. Xu Shaoming, who has just merged into another world, also empathizes with it.

"Zhang Youde, do you go to welcome Xindians or follow the rules of labor and capital!"

Xu Shaoming ordered casually.

"yes!"

Zhang Youde, who had a cruel face, responded respectfully. He stood at attention and performed a flat-chest ceremony and hurriedly left. The flat-chest ceremony was both masterpieces of Xu Shaoming. He slightly modified the military ceremony in Chinese TV series and transplanted it into his own team.

"Lu Xuan, go to the back and select a hundred smart soldiers to act as a tiger and leopard knight!"

Xu Shaoming looked at Lu Xuan a little stunned and ordered.

"Yes! Sir, your...your safety..."

Lu Xuan said hesitantly.

"Don't worry about the safety of labor and capital! This is the back, the base camp of labor and capital! Go quickly!"

Xu Shaoming twitched the corners of his mouth, a smile spread out, and he cursed affectionately.

"yes!"

Lu Xuan touched his feet, raised his chest and ordered him to leave.

"call!"

Xu Shaoming exhaled a breath of turbid air and finally killed two loyal dog legs. He walked into the barracks of the wounded soldiers with a gloomy face.

"Ah! Ah!..."

"I feel so painful!..."

"Mom..."

...

In the barracks of the wounded soldiers, bursts of painful moans came out.

Some wounded soldiers saw Xu Shaoming coming and struggled to get up and salute.

"Big...sir!"

"Save me..."

"Ouch……"

...

Xu Shaoming's face became more and more gloomy, and he could even twist out water.

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

In his heart, he screamed in anger.

What will happen if you cannot change your physical background and identity. If you overthrow this world? I have made a vow, and I will never break my promise!

He reminded himself while walking.

After crossing the barracks of seriously injured soldiers, he walked into the barracks where the dead bodies were temporarily placed.

He chose a fatter corpse and called for bare face.

"Ding! The host chooses the hero Liu Chan, the Three Kingdoms, to seize the body of martial soul, will it begin?"

...

The beauty started working without makeup and started chatting in her mind.

"yes!"

He chose to confirm with his thoughts.

A green light flew out from his eyebrows.

The green light penetrated into the fatter corpse.

After a moment.

"cough!"

The fatter corpse began to cough.

"Puff!"

The fatter corpse spit out a purple blood clot and got up from the wooden board.

"I am happy to miss Shu here, and I am confused about Liu Chan pays homage to my lord!"

The fatter corpse, who was dead just now, was kneeling on both knees and respectfully bowed to Xu Shaoming.

"Liu Chan, please don't be polite!"

Xu Shaoming learned the plays on TV and ordered.

"Yes! Lord."

The fat Liu Chan replied.

He got up and stood calmly beside Xu Shaoming.

Xu Shaoming followed the rules and successfully seized the body of the flattery Huang Hao and the murderous insect Chen Zhi. Since then, the three pests that destroyed Shu Han have all been reborn in the other world. Their master is Xu Shaoming, who was only sixteen years old.

At the same time, people are falling from the world, so why do you have to know each other when you meet each other? Xu Shaoming and the trio of Huomen, who are also influenced by Chinese civilization, walked out of the barracks of the wounded soldiers in all directions.

...

"grown ups!"

Lu Xuan looked at Xu Shaoming in surprise and bowed. He also glanced at the three people behind Xu Shaoming from time to time.

"No gifts! The three of them are all soldiers whom I personally rescued. Now, they are all my servants of my master."

Xu Shaoming smiled faintly and explained by the way.

...

At the third hour of Si, the sun shines on light.

In the large schoolyard of the large school department of Ding, more than 6,000 soldiers were neatly arranged into five square formations. Among the more than 6,000 soldiers, more than half of the soldiers were white-clothed farmers who had just been added.

Xu Shaoming stood on a slightly higher platform with a stern face. The three-person group of people who harmed the humans stood not far from him. The dog-legged Zuo Lengguan and Zhang Youde stood behind Xu Shaoming.

"Brothers of Ding's school department! Let me introduce myself. Laozi is Xu Shaoming. Eighteen days ago, Laozi was just like you, an ordinary newcomer of a beggar. Today, Laozi is your lieutenant. What exactly did you have? You must be surprised..."

Xu Shaoming sprayed white foam on his mouth and said he was about two quarters of an hour.

"Next! Let's hold a small ceremony to see off the dead brothers!"

At the end of the spray, Xu Shaoming roared.

Lu Xuan, with one hundred subordinates, carried the bodies of more than 40 soldiers who died in the rear barracks and walked directly in front of the soldiers' phalanx.

There is no sorrow and joy, no gongs and drums, there is only silent silence, and there is only common fear and sorrow after death of the same kind.

Xu Shaoming's move was created in Yan State in another world, and it was not the same. A speech and a funeral ceremony made him closely grasp the morale of the Ding school headquarters. Many years later, many successful generals, Wanghou, Wuhuang and other successful people who grew up from Ding school headquarters recalled this scene from time to time.

After the show, Xu Shaoming handed over the team to Zuo Lengguan and Zhang Youde for training. He wore a silver helmet and silver armor, rode a red dragon-horned war horse, and walked towards the direction of the central army's tent with the three-person group of killers.

(To be continued)
Chapter completed!