"Idiot! Don't you want to become a military household?"

Some people sneer at these people who are afraid of death.

"People like us are just cannon fodder on the battlefield! As long as you become a warrior and become powerful, do you think it's that easy to die?"

"As long as I become a warrior, I won't have to live this kind of poor life anymore!"

The new recruits looked at each other, each with their own thoughts, but they soon came to their senses and began to practice standing meditation on their own.

Xia He didn't say much, but started to stand in a posture.

At this time, the fat Wang Erpang quietly came up to Xia He.

But seemingly because of his body shape, Wang Erpang's movements were very funny and awkward.

Someone nearby sneered and said sarcastically,

"waste."

The person who spoke was the new recruit who had just spoken.

It seems that because of his "divine performance" just now, a large group of people gathered around him.

The weak always like to stick together. Wang Erpang glanced at that side viciously but did not dare to retort.

Seeing Xia He's puzzled look, Wang Erpang panted and explained indignantly: "That guy is my neighbor Liu Wei. Humph, he is also a hereditary military slave. Like me, he got the basic chapter of soldiers in advance."

"Brother He, you have to be careful with him. Don't let him snatch the first place away from you this time."

Xia He glanced over there, nodded slightly, and felt a sense of urgency in his heart.

Although Liu Wei's movements were not very standard before, it seemed that he had already practiced more than a dozen moves. This speed had already surpassed most people, including him.

"I must get first place in the new recruit assessment and get rid of my lowly status!"