Chapter 202 The gods have decided that you will be the hero

After leading the city guards to complete morning exercises, Botu wiped the sweat from his forehead with a towel.

The soldiers were panting, sitting on the ground, picking up sheepskin bags and pouring water into their throats.

"No big gulps of water! Drink in small sips!"

Botu waved the wooden sword in his hand, beating the young men one by one: "I have told you so many times! After intense training, drinking too much water in a short period of time will cause abdominal pain and dizziness. Rest for a while before touching water!"

"If anyone sees me again, I'll have to run around the city twenty times."

The soldiers all had bitter faces and quickly put down their water bags.

They murmured in a low voice: "The commander is so strict...he disciplines us like a donkey."

"That's right, he should find a wife, then his temper will be better."

"Indeed, men are more irritable without women."

Botu glared at him: "What are you mumbling about! This is training, and training is a battlefield! Shut the fuck up!"

The soldiers were suddenly silent.

"Okay, now it's archery practice."

Botu put his hands behind his back and said: "In real combat, the enemy will not give you a chance to catch your breath and adjust. You must learn to draw the bow and shoot arrows when you are tired and weak."

"With the help of magic potions, as long as the arrow can penetrate the enemy's body, it can be paralyzed quickly, which has greatly reduced the difficulty for you. You need to be grateful for the inventions and research of your predecessors, which will save you from bleeding."

"It is effective training to simulate real battlefield conditions."

Despite their complaints, the young people quickly picked up their bows, aimed at the targets and started practicing archery.

Although this commander was harsh and sharp-tongued, his teachings were useful, and he himself would participate in the training and never seek special treatment. In several patrol encounters, it was thanks to his command and everyone's usual training that the gangsters and extraordinary people were subdued in time.

Not only that, the commander started as a soldier, worked his way up to captain, deputy commander, and then took over the old commander. He has been commended by the Yancheng Citizens' Council for ten consecutive years.

Saniro also offered him generous benefits several times, trying to recruit him to be the commander and reduce the workload of the original commander, Alex. The salary there is higher, the equipment is excellent, and the fishman army can be mobilized. This temptation is difficult for any soldier to resist.

But he stayed in Yancheng.

This kind of loyalty and persistence also inspires young people, who respect and admire him from the bottom of their hearts.

…

Just as Botu was about to have them practice infantry combat, a tall man rode up on horseback.

"Portu."

When he saw the other party, he immediately stood up and said, "Mr. Mayor."

The person who came was Mayor Tong Hai.

Tonghai is now over 60 years old, but still in good shape, with a thick beard that makes him look very majestic. But people who are familiar with this mayor know that he is actually very kind and not arrogant.

"I brought you something good."

Tonghai smiled and took the two large boxes off the horse's back and placed them on the ground.

"Take a look."

At this time, the scholar clerk arrived on horseback, breathlessly saying: "Mr. Mayor, please do not act alone, please wait for me. The renovation of the port lighthouse still requires on-site inspection. I will meet with the prophet Shibao in the afternoon. The parliament has two other resolutions..."

"I know, I know. We'll talk about it later."

Tonghai waved his hand and looked at Botu: "Open it and take a look."

Botu opened the lid of the box, revealing a disassembled full-body armor inside. The entire body was cast in brass, shining with the delicate halo unique to metal.

"Ghost Armor." Porto was surprised.

"Not bad." Tonghai grabbed the upper body armor and handed it to him: "Try it on."

“It’s too expensive.”

Botu knew very well that this set of armor was equivalent to a house in the old city of Yancheng. And because the ghost armor was time-consuming to make, it could only be made by dwarf masters, and all parties came to the dwarves for customization.

"The commander of our Yancheng City Guard must have a good set of armor that matches him. This is not only your business, but also the dignity of Yancheng."

Tonghai stroked his beard, looking proud.

Botu stroked the brass armor, unable to hide his excitement.

No soldier can resist a good set of armor. Although the ghost armor will slow down the speed, as long as it is put on, even an ordinary person can have a defense comparable to that of a superhuman.

"Good brother, thank you for your hard work."

Tonghai patted Botu's arm and said with a smile, "I'll go drink with you when I have time."

He stepped on the horse and said, "Where are you going, clerk?"

The clerk came back to his senses: "The lighthouse at the port."

"Let's go to the lighthouse."

He came and went in a hurry, riding towards the harbor.

The clerk behind him then hurried to catch up.

Seeing this, the soldiers swarmed over and started touching the armor in the box.

"This is the ghost armor... It looks like this, and it's actually lighter than ordinary armor."

"The dwarf's craftsmanship is amazing. There is an engraving of Master Hammer Endless on it. It was made by him personally. The commander's name is also engraved on the back. Wow, it's a signature customization!"

"Commander, you are so generous. If I had a set of this armor, I would definitely sleep in it every day."

"Let me see. Let me see."

…

The soldiers gathered around the armor and pointed at it excitedly, but Porto was not as happy as they were.

He looked at the priceless armor and felt extremely complicated.

Sometimes the Porto is a little confusing.

Was he the commander of the Yancheng City Guards, or the captain of the Empire's First Scouting Regiment? These two identities kept intertwining.

As the captain of the scouts, he has gained a deep understanding of the terrifying background of this city, and has become increasingly aware of the terrifying power of the gods in this world, and is worried about the future of the empire.

But as a commander, he was proud of this great city, proud of the young men here, and proud of the endless creations and inventions.

When he first came, the 24-year-old Potu was full of ambition.

He infiltrated the city guards in order to understand the entire city’s defense system.

In the third year, he was promoted to captain and almost understood the city guards' schedule, equipment and combat capabilities.

But from this time on, Botu began to struggle.

In the fifth year, he was promoted to deputy commander because he solved a major case of smuggling split earthworms and arrested a group of criminal fishmen.

In the seventh year, the old commander retired and he officially took over the city guard. He arrested the famous thieves group Red Devil Group composed of man-eating crabs and turkeys, and successfully solved the kidnapping case of the grandson of Salt Bag, a famous philanthropist in the city.

At this point, Botu became famous and was known as the Yancheng detective. The famous storyteller Pava even found him and asked about his past to facilitate subsequent writing and recording.

Now is the tenth year since I came to Yancheng.

It is also the tenth year since leaving the imperial homeland.

At the age of 34, Botu is increasingly confused about which one is his real self.

…

The paddle boat slowly approached the shore, and the sailors tied ropes to the stone piles of the pier and began to drink and chat.

Botu covered his face with his hood and walked according to his memory to the old cabin in the forest.

That day he waited from high in the sky until late at night.

Only two people came to join them.

One of them is a businessman named Bo Jiuqian, and the other is a scholar named Bo Zhan.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

He thought maybe no one else would come.

Botu said slowly: "Tell me your intelligence."

Bo Jiuqian spoke first: "The Elf Lake in the south has started selling treasure chests to the public. They can be opened on the spot, but no one knows whether there is only a pearl or a lot of gold inside before the box is opened. This business is very popular. It is said that it was the idea of ​​the current leader of the elves, the tree demon Jyoti."

"Although the merchants all think it's a scam, many people still try their luck. Only a few get lucky, and the elves make a lot of money..."

Bo Jiuqian's voice became lower and lower, and suddenly he said, "Let's stop, Captain... We are all tired."

Bo Tu looked at Bo Jiuqian: "Is it your idea? Or everyone's idea?"

Bo Jiuqian avoided answering and said, "Captain, it's been ten years. If the Empire really hadn't forgotten us, it would have found this world. But the fact is, in these ten years, apart from the fourteen of us, no other Bo people have appeared."

"To the Empire, we are just insignificant cannon fodder, Captain. You know this better than any of us. Even our scout regiment is not officially part of the army."

After hesitating for a moment, Bo Jiuqian said, "Captain, when we were in the scout group, we worked hard with our heads on our backs. We had very little pay and no security. We relied entirely on our energy to survive. The Empire recruited soldiers, and those who refused would be executed."

"It's nothing else, it's just that we believe in you."

"Follow you, we can survive."

"Every one of us will remember your kindness. You have saved our lives many times. Brothers, there is nothing to say. If you need anything, everyone will come to help you."

"It's just that the Empire... is too far away from us."

Bo Jiuqian smiled bitterly: "According to the imperial law, we have been considered deserters after losing contact with the regiment for half a year. It is impossible for us to go back. The regiment gave us the wrong map, but the commander will never admit it. You know this better than us. In the end, only us soldiers will be held accountable."

"In this world, for the first time, everyone is no longer forced to go to the battlefield, and can support themselves through hard work without having to worry about being eaten by monsters that break into their homes one day."

Botu pursed his lips.

"Captain, you should know that the Yao people today are not actually a race of the same bloodline. Instead, they are a group formed by many tribes that merged together because of their belief in the god Yao. Everyone shared their knowledge and skills and used various methods to gain wealth, thus forming such a unique nation."

"We did not betray the Empire because we will never forget that we came from the Empire, the Empire's excellent military training system, the Empire's glass craftsmanship accumulated over the years, the Empire's altar construction teaching us, and the Empire's widely circulated ballads."

Bo Jiuqian said solemnly: "Captain, I just want to ask one question. Do you really think that the secrets of the Bo people are secrets in the eyes of the gods and apostles?"

"God Yao sees everything and is just tolerant and kind to us, just like he was to the believers of other old gods in the past."

The wrinkles on Botu's brow deepened.

"It's time for a change, Captain."

"We are no longer soldiers, but abandoned soldiers. To the Empire, we are nothing more than an insignificant mistake, just a string of numbers in the battle report."

"And the war here was over before it even began. The empire was defeated."

"We are still residents of the empire. Let us continue the empire in another way here."

"team leader."

Bo Jiuqian paused and said, "That's enough. You've given it your all. The war is over. There's no need to continue."

After hearing what he said, Porto raised his head and said coldly: "I can't control you if you want to give up your imperial identity. But I am still the captain of the 15th team of the Empire's First Scouting Regiment."

He drew the iron sword from his waist and cut off the grill on the campfire with one sword: "If you leak the imperial secrets, you will be punished by military law!"

Bo Jiuqian and Bo Zhan didn't say anything.

They picked up their bags, looked back at the man still sitting by the campfire, and finally walked out into the night.

Only Botu was left staring at the fire in a daze.

…

Lu Yao looked down at the lonely Bo Tu.

The gods appreciate your loyalty and persistence.

But, the taste of Infernal Affairs is not pleasant.

Not long after, the simulator showed.

[Bo Jiuqian taught Yancheng how to make glass]

[The first altar was built in Yaocheng to worship the god Yao]

[Because of the establishment of the altar, the faith of Yaocheng has been slightly improved. ]

In the upper right corner, faith continues to increase.

+50 +12 +72 ……

Lu Yao made some statistics and found that the establishment of the altar brought a total of about 17,000 points of faith, which is almost half of the population of Yancheng.

In the following period, altars were built in Yancheng, Sanilo and even Treecrown City.

The Bo people built altars in various cities, bringing Lu Yao a total of 40,000 points of faith income.

This round of growth has allowed the faith reserve to exceed the 230,000 mark.

Lu Yao was very satisfied.

The wait was worth it.

At this moment, a prompt appeared on the game interface.

——Great God, one of our believers has performed a feat far beyond his peers. Do we need to transform him into a hero?

【whether】

A faint light emanated from Botu's body.

Lu Yao thought to himself.

The gods have already decided that you will be the hero.

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(End of this chapter)