Little People of Cultivation

If you want to hide safely in one place for a long time, then the best way is to make yourself disappear from everyone.

It's like hiding a drop of water, it's better to integrate this drop of water into the ocean.

So Bai Moran became a down-to-earth young recruit, practicing the most common quick success method released by this barracks, which was achieved by consuming talents. Bai Moran was silent, ordinary, and his attack power might not be the strongest recruit in this barracks. But when it comes to escape speed, he can definitely be top-notch in this boot camp.

During this period, Bai Moran kept hearing that some people who were suspected of being taken away by monsters were caught in this fortress city. Of course, the fate of these people was not good. than people.

Every recruit has five years to grow. After all, no matter how cruel the generals of this fortress are, they will not let a group of self-protective kids participate in the battle, and these young recruits have five years to make themselves as good as possible. Once they become stronger, they will be sent to the battlefield as cannon fodder once the five-year protection period expires.

Five years passed in a blink of an eye, and Bai Moran's body in this dreamland had grown to 12 years old. When he first arrived, he made some mistakes in judgment. The obviously malnourished child was not less than five years old, but already seven years old. .

After all, no matter how cruel those generals are, they will not buy children under the age of five, and seven years old is a limit. Seven-year-old children from poor families are already sensible, know the difficulties of the world, and have undergone simple enlightenment education. Those instructors go to teach these children to read and write, so that they can start real cultivation.

Even if this city can keep the rations of these recruits, Bai Moran still doesn't grow very tall, and it seems that he is still lower than the normal height of an ordinary 12-year-old child.Perhaps it was to prevent their appearance from being exposed by those outer disciples. The appearance of these people in the dreamland had no connection with them.Bai Moran's appearance is very inconspicuous, and coupled with his small stature, in another place, someone would probably take him as a farm kid, but here Bai Moran will go to the battlefield tomorrow.

Wearing simple wooden protective armor, Bai Moran kept a small face like the other children, watching the instructor in front of them for five years mobilize them expressionlessly, while his other hand held Holding an iron sword tightly.This standard iron sword, which is not even a magic weapon, will be their only weapon.

"Charge and fight, use the sword in your hand to seize the only chance for yourself to walk off the battlefield. Walk down alive, this is my only blessing to you little brats I have taught for five years."

After waving with the instructor, he led his group of recruits to the top of the city.

At this time, the city was full of young soldiers who were wearing wooden armor and holding iron swords like Bai Moran. Behind these young soldiers were solemn soldiers. They said that they were real soldiers, but they were also from young soldiers. Survivors of the past.

The alarm bell rang throughout the city, and everyone looked at the originally calm sea, but at this time there were huge waves surging there.At a height of 400 meters, such a huge wave would never have been seen in the past, but what frightened everyone at this time was the thousands of water monsters that followed the waves.

"charge!"

Accompanied by an order, Bai Moran jumped down from the top of the wall along with the other young soldiers, using the lightness technique, brandishing the iron sword that exudes sword light, and rushed towards the little monsters who surrendered from the head.

kill!

A continuous piece of sword light rushed towards the little monsters who were mixed in the water, and all kinds of sorcery on the tentacles of those little monsters immediately launched and bombarded these young people.

The first charge, blood splashed!

The waves surged again, but this time the waves engulfed the corpse of the little demon and dyed the whole wolf's head red.

Many companions around Bai Moran also fell to the ground in the first shock.

Bai Moran used his lightness skills to the extreme, allowing him to dodge several attacks during the subtle movements. In the past five years, he spent most of his time training his body skills, and such a quick The weird body technique also saved his life at this time.

Such dense little sorcery almost enveloped the recruits like raindrops from the sky. Many people Bai Moran knew fell under this first wave of attack forever. The place was bruised, but he survived.

But even though he survived this wave of attacks, Bai Moran did not slow down and was still rushing forward. Although the monsters gathered in front of him, the huge lightning bombers behind him began to roar, and when the shells landed in one place, they would densely swarm the place. The demons were cleaned up completely. Of course, if any unlucky recruits landed there, they would also be cleaned up by the shells.Therefore, Bai Moran could only rush forward.

Although Bai Moran's actions greatly increased his chances of being injured, it was still better than being wiped out by lightning cannons all at once.

"kill!"

Bai Moran heard someone shouting in his ear, glanced over, and then saw a recruit who was about his age wielding an iron sword to fight desperately, he didn't even know how to defend, obviously he was red-eyed.

Can't help but sigh, and help him block an attack from the right side.

"Idiot, don't rush too hard!" Bai Moran passed by the boy angrily, and said, "Saving your own life on the battlefield is the primary goal."

Ignore the boy's reaction when he heard what he said?According to his own plan, Bai Moran chose those little monsters with low attack power that would not cause fatal damage when hit by magic spells to charge.

Even after five years of brainwashing education, Bai Moran is not as stupid as those indigenous children, dedicating his life to the great sacred mission of defending the human race.

Bai Moran's goal is to survive, only five years have passed in ten years, and he has to let himself live for another five years.

While the young man was fighting, he looked in Bai Moran's direction from the corner of his eye, but only saw Bai Moran's back rushing towards the crowd of little witches.

This kind of fighting lasted from the rising of the sun to the setting of the sun.

When the last twilight of the setting sun disappeared, the turbulent tide of monster beasts receded.

Bai Moran held the iron sword that had already begun to curl, panting heavily.

After a day of charging, not only the wooden armor on his body has disappeared, but he also looks torn and tattered. In addition to the numerous wounds, if he were to change the place, he would be a low-level beggar that others would most disdain to care about.

But Bai Moran was very happy because he heard the bell again.

Ming Jin withdraws troops!

Bai Moran returned to the city with heavy steps.

The camp, which was still very crowded, seemed very empty at this time. There were 1000 people in Bai Moran's group, but when it was dark, only a dozen people came back here.

And there are many such camps in this city.

Looking at the empty camp, Bai Moran was slightly at a loss.Although he knew that it was all false, but five years later, Bai Moran couldn't help but become very familiar with everyone in his battalion.But now there are very few people returning from their camp, and those teenagers who were the oldest and no more than 20 years old just fell down on the vast sea forever.

Is this war?

A war between humans and demons?

Bai Moran asked himself in his heart, these low-level cultivators can only serve as cannon fodder in this war.It is obvious that they are fighting at the forefront of the war, but in the end, only numbers appear on the battle summary.

At this moment, a hand was stretched out in front of him, holding a wheat cake in that hand.

Bai Moran followed that hand and saw the boy he had saved on the battlefield.

"153, it's time to eat." The young man who had rushed desperately on the battlefield just said in a very flat voice without expression.

And 153 is Bai Moran's number. In this military camp, they don't have names, only numbers.And that boy is 456.

Bai Moran took a bite of the wheat pancake, and squatted together with the boy in the empty camp, looking at the burning bonfire without speaking.

After eating the wheat pancake, Bai Moran looked at the young man who was sitting there eating the wheat pancake in a gentle manner.

Maybe it's because the day's battle is over. At this time, no one will rush them to practice desperately, and there will be no danger of dying at any time. This 456 can eat in such a gentle way. If it is normal, it will be even worse. , These new recruits will also be wiped out in the shortest possible time.

Bai Moran couldn't help his heart moving, and asked curiously: "456, you seem to be born in a good family, how could you come to be a soldier like me?"

Bai Moran scratched his cheeks with his fingers in embarrassment, "You look a bit like the children of landlords I've seen in the village."

In order to avoid revealing his identity, Bai Moran put on a rural accent when he spoke.

456 gave him an angry look, but did not refuse to answer: "My father married a step-wife, and the step-wife has a new younger brother."

Bai Moran realized instantly, and made up a house fight scene in his mind, looking at this 456 with even more sympathy.

Faced with such sympathy from Bai Moran, 456 frowned in displeasure, but did not speak but took out his iron sword, and began to sharpen his iron sword with a whetstone.

The city is short of supplies, and it is estimated that no one will give them an iron sword for young recruits like cannon fodder.

"456 Do you think this war will end?" In order to fit his personality, Bai Moran asked after opening the chatter box, with fear and longing that had never been seen in the world in his eyes, "I miss my father and my mother Yes, though they sold me."

Bai Moran said sorry for his parents in this life in his heart.