Shouldn't we choose support soldiers?
Everyone's heart skipped a beat, their eyes filled with disbelief, yet a sliver of anticipation lingered in their hearts.
"My lord... you... you just said you weren't choosing auxiliary soldiers?" Even the Horde elders were surprised at this moment.
"Why are you here selecting auxiliary soldiers?" Han Lin frowned. "The benefits for joining the army in Jiangnan are so good that countless people want to enlist. Where can't we recruit the northerners who have recently drifted to Jiangnan and the people from the newly recovered southeast? Why do we need to come here specifically for selection?"
He wasn't exaggerating. The benefits of joining the army in Jiangnan were the envy of many ordinary people. After several years of training, the trend of joining the army was extremely popular. As long as you joined the army, even if you were just a cook, the treatment was something many ordinary people would envy and want: generous military pay, preferential treatment for your family, a safety net from the Underworld, and even the opportunity to rise up and become a true Fighter Army. Nowadays, whenever the higher-ups open the call for soldiers, every time a group of people are scrambling to get in, they're practically begging to do it.
However, this time the master wants to replenish the fighting force as soon as possible, so he specifically wants to select veterans to enlist in order to ensure that they can be trained as quickly as possible!
For ordinary civilians to enlist, basic training alone takes a year, and they need to adapt to the strict rules of military service for an unknown period of time. Neither the refugees from the north nor the newly recovered southeastern territories have a large number of veterans available.
Chen Qing then set his sights on the Northern Wasteland.
The environment in the Northern Wasteland is harsh. The grassland people are skilled in riding and archery and have fought against wolf demons all year round. They have basic military skills and a strong fighting spirit. With a little training, they are much better than recruits from ordinary people.
"War soldiers?" The elder swallowed hard. "But they're just ordinary bloodlines."
These words immediately dimmed the eyes of many who had just begun to have a glimmer of hope. Yes, without bloodline, how could one become a soldier?
It might just be a title; in the end, they're still cannon fodder on the battlefield.
"Our Fighter Army soldiers never deliberately seek out so-called bloodline descendants." Speaking of this, Han Lin stood up straight. This is perhaps the most prideful point of the Fighter Army. Here, no matter your background, everyone earns their living through their own abilities. If you don't have the ability, no matter what bloodline you have, you're out!
As Han Lin spoke, his blood and qi surged, and his powerful aura caused all the disciples around him to subconsciously take a few steps back. Even the elders who were of noble bloodline couldn't help but take four or five steps back before stopping, looking at him with great astonishment.
As a veteran who had lived for over seventy years, he could tell at a glance that this Han Lin was at least Fourth Rank expert!
Such ability... and he's only a quartermaster?
I underestimated him just now. If this guy were on the grasslands, he would at least be qualified to lead a team of three thousand elite cavalry!
"I was born into poverty; my parents were farmers. I don't have any of those so-called bloodlines. I served in the army for three years, and I still managed to become capable like this," Han Lin said with a smug smile. Facing these new recruits was the perfect opportunity to show off his abilities.
The main problem is that someone like him is truly unremarkable within the Fighter Army. There are too many top-tier warriors. I remember a guy from the same village named Bei Lin, who is now First Rank top-tier first-rank warrior and the leader of five hundred elite cavalry. He's only been in the same position for three years, and compared to him, my achievements are nothing special.
"My lord," a short, stocky young man in the crowd asked excitedly, "You mean that even without blood ties, one can still possess your abilities?"
"Of course!" Han Lin laughed, "I know this may sound unbelievable to you, but it's common knowledge in Jiangnan. Both the West Sea Army and the Battle God Army in Jiangnan have unique secret techniques and don't need so-called Bloodline Power."
Unique secret technique!!
These four large characters struck everyone's chests like a heavy hammer, especially the middle-aged men who had spent half their lives as auxiliary soldiers; they all couldn't help but swallow hard.
Whether in the Central Plains or the Northern Wasteland, the treatment of those without blood ties and those with blood ties in the army is vastly different. If you encounter someone with a bad temper, you can practically be treated like a dog.
They do the hardest and most tiring work, but receive the lowest military pay. In crucial battles, they often have to serve as cannon fodder.
If given a choice, no one would want to be a support soldier.
In the Northern Wasteland, every household must send one male to serve in the army; this is the rule. Everyone here has served in the army, been oppressed by their own bloodline, felt resentment, but more than anything, they have felt envy.
If given the chance, who wouldn't want to possess that kind of power?
Many rumors circulate that there are magical arts in Jiangnan that can grant ordinary people extraordinary powers, almost like those of their bloodline. Many people are skeptical of this, because without such special methods, how could the King of Qin have risen to power in just a few years and gained the strength to stand up to the imperial court?
But how incredible would that be?
"My lord!" The short, stocky young man was the first to kneel down, "I don't want my cattle and sheep anymore, my lord, please take them in!"
His eyes were filled with hope. His elder brother had died while serving in the army. According to the rules of Northern Yan, he had to take his brother to war. He had survived several battles by sheer luck. Now that the opportunity was right in front of him, he no longer wanted to live his life in a daze!
Those around them realized what was happening and also knelt down excitedly to beg.
Han Lin was not surprised by this scene. When he learned that the Fighter Army could have the same power as the bloodline descendants, he did the same thing, practically clinging to the captain's leg and shamelessly joining the army.
"You don't need to worry about the cattle and sheep," Han Lin said with a smile. "Once you enlist, Jiangnan will buy your cattle and sheep at the normal price. We won't treat you unfairly. But it's impossible to take in so many of you. I'm just a ten-man squad leader, and I'm only recruiting ten people this time. But don't be discouraged if you're not selected. Jiangnan is expanding its recruitment this time, borrowing 500,000 troops from Northern Yan. After I leave, other squad leaders will come to select soldiers. The demand is quite large. As long as you perform well, many of you will have a chance!"
500,000?
The Horde elder gasped. Was Jiangnan planning to train 500,000 soldiers right off the bat?
Is it true or false?
If what this kid says is true, that everyone can cultivate secret techniques, how much extravagant resources would that require?
He was born into a bloodline family, so he naturally knew how much resources were needed to raise one. The extravagant daily meat feasts, the medicinal baths to strengthen their muscles and bones, and the various secret medicines to treat external and internal injuries all cost money. One bloodline soldier cost more than raising a hundred herdsmen. And Jiangnan wanted to train 500,000 of them?
Where did they get so many resources?
Other ordinary people, however, didn't care about such things. The opportunity to leap over the Dragon Gate was right in front of them, and they were unwilling to miss it. They all knelt down and begged, hoping for a chance to turn their lives around!
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"Does Chen Qing want to borrow 500,000 troops from the Northern Wasteland?"
Players from several major guilds reported the news immediately, and those above them were also surprised upon receiving it.
"Are they used as cannon fodder? But what use is cannon fodder in a war of this magnitude?"
As guild players who have gone through several Samsara, they naturally know how troublesome King Xiang's ghost soldiers are. These ghost soldiers are tireless, do not need rest, can fight day and night, do not need logistics, march at an extremely fast speed, and their bodies are as hard as refined iron, and ordinary swords and knives cannot hurt them. With such attributes, no matter how many cannon fodder soldiers there are, they are useless.
"There are rumors that Chen Qing intends to train these 500,000 Northern Wasteland soldiers into combat troops!"
"War soldiers?" The person above was taken aback.
Using other people's soldiers and spending resources to train them into combat soldiers? Are you out of your mind?
And 500,000? And it's for rapid training?
Where did Chen Qing get so many resources?
Even if Divine Path Style is completely illogical, biological growth still requires energy, right?
Does he think his resources are free?