Oh My God! Earthlings are Insane!

"If I had the right to freely select a group of recruits to form a special unit, I would only select half of the members in the training camp."

Meng Chao said, "Moreover, I will not completely select those who are physically strongest, most powerful, and have the best results in the trials of the 'Path of Glory'.

"I will choose those who are on the 'Path of Glory', those who are at a disadvantage at the beginning, but who grit their teeth and persevere, and come from behind.

"And, even though they made serious mistakes and even suffered serious injuries, they still endured the pain and completed the trial.

"In a dangerous and ever-changing battlefield, it is always unavoidable to be seriously injured and fall into a disadvantage.

"When the storm hits, even pigs can fly in the sky, and they can be destroyed when the wind is smooth, which means nothing.

"Only in the face of adversity or even desperation, remain unwavering, never give up, and can fight back with an extremely calm mind and amazing courage-this is the best soldier."

In fact, this is also the standard for selecting soldiers for the Black Skull Training Camp in Meng Chao's previous life memory.

In his previous life, he had been a reaper for many years and had not received too much professional combat training.

In the trial of joining the Black Skull training camp, the results were not among the best.

But because he was worried about the safety of his little sister Bai Jiacao and longed for a powerful force to protect his family, he sprained his joint in the first pass and limped through the test with his ankle swollen like a ball. refining.

Although the grades are not up to the average level.

But his willpower was appreciated by the instructor.

Many recruits who joined the training camp during the same period were in a similar situation to him.

Everyone is not a strong man with a strong back and a strong waist.

But it is often these unremarkable recruits who can grit their teeth and pass the cruel torture of the Black Skull training camp.

After leaving the training camp, they all became excellent ghost assassins.

Accustomed to the Ice Storm, where the strong are respected and "muscle is strength", he was obviously overwhelmed by Meng Chao's selection criteria.

After being stunned for a while, she asked, "Is there still half of it?"

"There are still half of the soldiers, I will go directly to the dungeon to pick."

Meng Chao said, "I will choose those who have been in the dungeon for more than five days. Although they failed to climb out of the dungeon, they look good and their injuries are not too serious. The most important thing is that their bodies should not be too strong. .”

"The body can't be too strong?"

Ice Storm was very surprised, "Why is this?"

"I have calculated that in the dungeon, three to five rounds of food will be distributed every day, but most of the food will be taken away by the strongest rat people. If a fried mandala fruit is distributed in the first few rounds, If you don't grab it, you will fall into a vicious circle. The more hungry you are, the less strength you have, and the less strength you have, the less food you can grab, and you become more and more hungry. Coupled with the extremely harsh environment in the dungeon, after three to five days, often Just dying, or even starving to death.”

Meng Chao said, "Every ratman who can survive five days in the dungeon has successfully snatched at least one fried mandala fruit, has the potential to become a warrior, and has a strong desire to survive.

"The reason why those rat people who are not physically strong can become the winners of several rounds of food competition is obviously because they have special strength and skills other than muscles.

"You know, in the case of sufficient food and secret medicine, with my unique training method, coupled with the unparalleled physical fitness of the Turan people, the growth of muscle and brute force is not so difficult.

"But special strength and skills other than muscles can't be done quickly.

"So, compared to guys with well-developed limbs and simple minds, I prefer these people who are not physically strong or even have defects, but still rack their brains and survive with great difficulty."

"this……"

Ice Storm admitted that what Meng Chao said had some truth.

But no one has ever selected recruits with such criteria.

Are the servants selected in this way really capable of fighting against powerful opponents?

Ice Storm hesitated.

"Another point."

Meng Chao saw her hesitation, and continued, "If Lord Icestorm picks the strongest soldiers, they won't thank you from the bottom of their hearts—because you just pick according to the convention, any gladiator and clan warrior They are all selected in this way, even if they are not picked by you, they will become servants of another strong man.

"In this case, their gratitude and loyalty will not completely belong to you, but will belong to the Bloodskull Arena, the big shots behind the Arena, and even themselves.

"However, what if you break the rules and pick those who, under the old rules, have no chance of being picked, and can only die alive in the dungeon?

"These people never thought that they would have a chance to live, as long as you give them a glimmer of hope, they will return you one or even countless miracles.

"Furthermore, these people know very well that apart from you, there is no way another gladiator or clan warrior would choose them.

"You are their only hope, what choice do they have but to thank and serve you from the bottom of their hearts?

"Considering this, do you still think that the selection method I proposed is not a good idea?"

Ice Storm's mind turned, and in the depths of his eyes, the icicles formed by the condensed light became longer and sharper.

She stared at Meng Chao, and carefully observed the black-haired and black-eyed rat man over and over again.

"What you said makes sense, perhaps, it makes sense too much."

Ice Storm said meaningfully, "Crisis is everywhere, changing rapidly, racking one's brains - these are all what you said just now. Many words are very fresh at first glance. I haven't heard anyone say this before except you, but carefully Thinking about it, I feel very appropriate, refined and elegant, as if it came from the mouth of an aristocrat that has been passed down for thousands of years.

"Reaper, are you really a rat people?"

"I have no idea."

Meng Chao wasn't flustered at all, and asked indifferently, "Is this important?"

indeed.

For Kasava, who is from the Bloodhoof clan and is the son of the chief, it may be very important that a guy of unknown origin and mysterious power is mixed into his arena.

But Ice Storm is only a gladiator.

Even though she was dubbed "Ace", it still couldn't change the fact that she had no foundation in the city of Noire, and she had no loyalty and sense of belonging at all. She was just a foreigner who couldn't help herself.

No matter who Meng Chao is.

Even if he took off his mask and headgear now, revealing his blond hair and blue eyes blessed by the holy light, it didn't matter to Ice Storm.

Thinking of this, Ice Storm smiled.

"Can you still walk?"

She asked Meng Chao, "If we can go, we will go to select recruits now."

...

When the spider was dragged out of the dungeon, he was still confused and didn't know what was going on.

Staying in the dark dungeon for a long time, unable to adapt to the strong sunlight for a while, she kept crying and blurred the world around her.

He could only vaguely understand from the ecstatic screams of the other rat people that they were saved.

At least, temporarily saved.

However, this middle-aged man, whose face was covered with wrinkles and who had been taciturn since the moment he was caught by the clan masters, could not even express any unnecessary expressions, did not weep with joy and dance like other rat people.

Rubbing his eyes slowly, he still had that sad expression on his face.

I kept thinking in my heart: It would be great if I didn't run out to find food that day.

Knowing that the masters have entered the village.

He should hide in the cave for ten days and ten nights with the wife and the cubs.

Why take the risk of running into a burning village, under the eyes of the gentlemen, to get the mandala fruit that everyone has hidden?

it's good now.

He was captured by the masters and brought to the city of Noire.

The mother-in-law and the cubs remained in the cave.

The mother-in-law was still pregnant, and she was about to give him another damn kid.

After so many days, I don't know if they are still alive.

Has it been discovered by the masters, or taken away by the totem beast?

Even if you are lucky, you are not found or taken away.

The datura trees are in bloom.

If you can't find Datura fruit and you don't know how to hunt, you can only starve to death, right?

"I should have taught the two cubs to hunt a long time ago. In this way, even if they escape to the deep mountains and old forests, they will always have a chance to survive." The spider thought angrily.

But the harsh life has long told this wrinkled middle-aged man that it is useless to be upset.

He squeezed away tears.

Squint your eyes and look around.

Observe the route to escape from the Bloodhead Arena, escape from Blackhorn City, escape back to the cave behind the small mountain village, and save the mother-in-law and the two cubs.

No, maybe not the two pups.

It's three or even four goddamn brats.

Then, the spider saw Meng Chao.

"It's him?"

The middle-aged rat man couldn't help being slightly taken aback.

After being locked in the same cell as Meng Chao for ten days, the spider, with the keen intuition of a hunter, sensed the extremely dangerous aura seeping out from the depths of Meng Chao's wound.

Knowing that this black-haired rat man, who was soaked in the sewage without moving and would not die, but was as lazy as a python, was by no means as simple as it appeared on the surface.

However, the peculiar caution of a middle-aged hunter made him force himself not to put his excessive curiosity on Meng Chao.

He didn't think about anything other than thinking about how to escape and save the mother-in-law and the cubs.

Therefore, he did not get close to Meng Chao, so as not to become a thorn in the side of the other red-eyed rat people.

He wasn't stupid enough to provoke this mysterious man with black hair and black eyes like those brawny men who boasted of their bravery.

At most, they would bet on Meng Chao's life and death.

Of course it was all a bet that Meng Chao was still alive.

But each time the bet is not much, at most a piece of fried mandala fruit crumbs the size of a fingernail.

—He knew he was a sure winner.

But no matter how much the bet is, he can't guarantee that the loser will not renege.

In this way, the spider and Meng Chao stayed in the same room without entering the water for ten days.

He originally thought that Meng Chao would never notice himself who was not impressive and disappeared when he was in the crowd.

But Meng Chao's meaningful gaze and smile made him realize that his escape was definitely closely related to this mysterious man with black hair and black eyes.