The nearest mountain road and water source!”

After recruiting these people, Longbottom looked at the guys next to him who were still full of expectations, but no one came out to answer, so he shouted loudly to those guys who were unwilling to leave: "What's wrong? You guys are still there?"

Anyone want to try it?"

"This is not fair! Your Excellency." Someone in the crowd shouted: "They are not real warriors! They are just roosters and dogs! Real warriors can only speak with swords! We will not imitate animals to shout or crawl like thieves.

Go to someone else’s house!”

Longbottom sneered. He grabbed the bundle of iron rods on the ground and inserted them into the ground one by one. Then he said coldly: "You losers think it's unfair? Okay! Then I'll let you use your swords to speak."

!If anyone can cut off an iron rod with the sword in your hand, I will accept him!"

Cutting off an iron rod with one sword?

Although each iron rod is not too thick, it is at least as thick as a child's arm. Cut it off with a sword?

Unless you are a warrior who can display fighting spirit! Or you have a sword in your hand.

Otherwise, it won't be possible.

But if someone could display fighting spirit or had a sword, who would be miserable here? A warrior who could display fighting spirit would not have to worry about having food to eat.

Longbottom's move left everyone speechless.

"Alas..." Longbottom sighed, seeming a little disappointed. He had been busy for such a long time. Although he had recruited some weirdos, he had not met any truly capable warriors.

At this moment, a steady voice came from the crowd.

"Why don't you let me try?"

Immediately, the crowd was separated, and a very tall guy, who looked to be in his thirties, was wearing coarse clothes. He walked with a steady murderous aura.

Longbottom's eyes lit up as soon as he saw this guy. According to his experience, although he didn't know the strength of this warrior, but judging from his temperament, this guy had definitely experienced a real battle of life and death, and he had seen it.

A ruthless character who has done a lot of blood and killed people!

"Your name." Longbottom narrowed his eyes.

"Please call me Lao Yan, my friends all call me that." The warrior seemed to hesitate for a moment. The name he reported was simply a nickname. And his accent seemed to be that of a local from the imperial capital.

Du Wei discovered that although this guy had his chest down, there was a strong smell of herbs on his body. It seemed that he was injured?

Longbottom also discovered that the guy who called himself "Lao Yan" had a bandage vaguely wrapped in his chest clothes... and the location of the wound seemed to be... on the heart?

"Are you injured?" Longbottom frowned.

"Yes, it's right here." Lao Yan pointed to his heart: "But I'm lucky, and my heart is naturally a little skewed compared to ordinary people."

After saying that, he pulled out his long sword and took a breath...

Whoosh!

A clear sword light flashed past, and the faint brilliance of fighting spirit surprised the onlookers!

This is a warrior who knows how to fight! That means his warrior level should be at least level four!

How could a fourth-level warrior be in such a state of desolation?

Yes, this Lao Yan was the "Forest Guardsman" who was originally prepared to be inspected on the day of the coup.

The guy who died thinking about the title of "Sir".

Click!

An iron rod was chopped into two ends. Lao Yan seemed to be panting, as if the action just now caused the wound. He took a deep breath and looked at Longbottom, but his eyes crossed Longbottom and landed on Longbottom.

On the back of Du Wei.

After all, he was born in the Royal Forest Army, so he could tell at a glance who was the real leader here.

"Can I pass it?"

"Yes." It was Du Wei who spoke: "Please tell me the treatment you require, Your Excellency Knight."
Chapter completed!