After encountering the ferocious tiger, there were no new problems along the way.
After crossing the difficult Shu Road, it was a wide stretch of flat land that led straight to Xianyang.
The speed of Zhao Mu and the others was much faster.
Ten days later, the old soldier brought Zhao Mu and five hundred men to Xianyang.
The first time he saw Xianyang, Zhao Mu felt a heavy aura. It was like a giant standing on the Long Wei Plain, indomitable and eternal.
It made people intoxicated by its power.
At this moment, outside Xianyang City, a huge military camp was already standing there without end.
These were all built for recruits from all over the world.
The old soldier looked at the size of the tent and estimated that there were about 50,000 people gathered this time.
"Let's go. I'll take you to register.”
The old soldier brought Zhao Mu and the other five hundred new recruits to the entrance of the camp. They saw many old soldiers with sharp eyes patrolling back and forth.
There were even sentries on the camp to keep watch day and night.
These old soldiers were filled with baleful aura. Just a glance at each other was enough to make one shudder.
The old soldier took out his own proof, and at the same time, Zhao Mu and the others also took out their proof to check the soldiers at the gate of the camp.
The so-called test biography was divided into test and biography. The test was the Yang wooden tablet, which recorded personal information, similar to the identity card of later generations. It is a letter of recommendation written by the chief of the village and the chief of the pavilion. It is convenient for you to travel and stay outside.
Back then, Shang Yang was counterattacked by the old Qin nobles. When he was fleeing, he wanted to stay overnight because he lacked the verification biography. However, he was rejected by the Scheeren. In the end, he had no choice but to die under the Qin laws that he had personally formulated.
After the verification, Zhao Mu and the other recruits were brought to the camp. There was a person in charge of registration to record their personal information.
"Name?"
"Zhao Mu."
The soldier in charge of registration looked up at Zhao Mu in surprise. In this era, ordinary people did not even have surnames. Only the aristocratic families of their ancestors had surnames.
Therefore, the soldier who registered Zhao Mu was very curious about his surname. However, he did not ask too much. It was clear from the report that Zhao Mu's identity was not fake.
"Age?"
"Fifteen."
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The registration process was very fast. After Zhao Mu was registered, he was assigned to the same unit as the five recruits from his village. This allowed them to take care of each other.
Zhao Mu's bravery in killing the tiger on the Shu Road had won the respect of the five people. They all followed Zhao Mu.
These five people were called Xi, Bei, Dong, Xi, and Yu.
They were from the lowest rung of society and did not have surnames. Their names were also very random.
The one leading Zhao Mu was an old soldier with the lowest rank of nobility, which meant that he had once beheaded an armored soldier.
Note that the Qin law stipulated that killing an armored soldier could grant a title of nobility. It did not mean that just killing the enemy's head was enough. If the enemy was wearing armor, such a person would usually be an official in the military, such as a sergeant or a sergeant.
As for new recruits like Zhao Mu, cannon fodder in tattered clothes, you would not be able to obtain a title if you beheaded them.
However, as long as one killed an enemy soldier, they would be able to obtain a rank 1 title (duke), a plot of land, a residence, and a servant.
The commander called out their names and got to know Zhao Mu and the others. He then brought them to their tent.
"Pack up. We'll collect our spears and wooden shields later, and then we'll start training.”
"If you train more now, you won't die so easily on the battlefield.”
"In addition, private fighting is strictly prohibited in the army. Once private fighting occurs, it is a capital crime!”
"You must remember!"
The officer left after giving a few instructions.
Every time the new army gathered, it was always a mess. It was not an easy task to train these newbies who did not know anything into an army.
After packing up, Zhao Mu's group of six and the other four got to know each other and went to collect their spears and wooden shields.
After returning to the tent, they were brought to the drill ground at the back of the camp by their captain.
As far as the eye could see, it was a black mass of human heads.
Most of them were 15 or 16-year-old youths who came from all over Great Qin. Some of them had fear in their eyes, while others had the desire to fight on the battlefield.
Zhao Mu saw everything.
He didn't think there was anything wrong with being afraid. The battlefield was a meat grinder, and human lives were like grass, not even comparable to ants.
After a battle, it was already very good for one or two out of ten recruits to survive.
Only by experiencing death could one truly achieve merit and obtain a title.
Even if he had the trump card of invincibility, he would not be revived once he was poisoned or killed.
Thump! Thump! Thump!
A thunderous war drum suddenly sounded, exploding in everyone's ears.
The squad leader quickly brought Zhao Mu and the other ten people to his position.
The sound of the war drum signified the gathering. The ten-year-old told Zhao Mu and the others to keep it in their minds. They also had to remember where they were standing and not make a mistake.
Only by following orders and prohibitions could one be called an army.
The high drums broke the recruits 'different emotions.
All of them looked solemnly at the high platform on the drill ground.
An old general in black armor walked up to the high platform.
Although he was alone, the entire drill ground fell silent when he stood there.
The might of a single person was so terrifying.
Zhao Mu looked at him, and his eyes shone. He also wanted to be like this old general one day, standing on the high platform with tens of thousands of people in awe, holding 50,000 troops in his hands, and fighting hundreds of battles on the battlefield.
As the saying goes, a real man should be like this!
"My name is Wang He. You should have heard of me. This time, I will lead you.”
"I have nothing to say."
"I'll only tell you one thing!"
Crash!
Wang He tore off his armor and clothes, revealing his strong muscles.
However, the hideous scars on his upper body made people shudder. There was not a single spot that was intact.
"This old man's title is Zuo Shu Chang, and it was with this body of scars that I obtained it!”
"If you want to get the title, you have to fight with your lives!”
"If you don't dare to risk your life, you have to die!”
With that, Wang Yi put on his armor again.
"You only have one month to train. The frontline is urgent, so your titles and lives are all in your training.”
"Let's begin!"
After Wang He finished speaking, he saw his trusted soldiers shouting loudly. The old soldier began to command the new soldiers to train.
Wang He's speech was very successful. A scar was a man's glory, not to mention the temptation of a title. Wang He used the title and the scar to stimulate the enthusiasm of all the recruits, making them abandon the fear in their hearts and only have a crazy light in their eyes.
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