The little doctor concubine is a little poisonous

Chapter 270 I'm a moron, I won't accept it!
Nearly 1 wounded soldiers, only half of them showed up after hearing the assembly horn.

Seeing this scene, Lu Jiean's eyes lit up with anger.

"Boss, I'm going to find them out!"

"No need!" Feng Zhuo stopped Lu Jie'an, and said with a smile, "Those who don't even respond to the sound of the assembled horns are no longer soldiers."

No matter what their mentality is, Feng Zhuo will not want those people.

Feng Zhuo stood on the platform, calmly scanning the dark crowd below.

Their faces were sallow, their clothes were ragged, and their limbs were incomplete, but there were still quite a few of them looking up at her with that passionate and expectant gaze.

"I am Feng Zhuo! Those chosen by me will become my private army! I can promise you good health, a bright future, and a lifetime of glory, as long as you believe in me like a god!"

Many years later, when the Fire Spoon Army became famous in the mainland and became a powerful army in the East Ming Continent, they will always remember this scene.

That childish girl, standing on the platform, surrounded by colorful rays of light, said these words in a calm tone, but successfully ignited their dead blood.

They were lucky, the goddess whom they revered and supported with their lives, was selected from the wounded barracks and incorporated into the Fire Spoon Army, starting another thrilling life.

Nangong Yan stood in the distance, looking at the woman standing on the spotlight stage, who was the focus of everyone's attention, with a soft light in her cold eyes.

This is his girl, a girl who can't be pampered enough for a lifetime.

Soon, Feng Zhuo reported the names of the people she wanted one by one.

What makes her happy is that all the people she fancy are there.

"General, take them back first, I will come to you as soon as possible!"

Although there are only three thousand soldiers, Feng Zhuo firmly believes that he can defeat thousands of troops.

Lu Jie'an looked at the selected people, his eyes were full of sorrow, but he still obeyed Feng Zhuo's words and took them away.

Among this group of people, missing arms and legs is normal. There are also people whose legs have been amputated and carried away. There are even people who have lost both arms. Lu Jiean can't figure out why Feng Zhuo would Pick them.

But fortunately, they still have more than 1 soldiers to choose from. At worst, recruits will be recruited at that time.

After they all left, Nangong Yan came to Feng Zhuo.

"Xiao Zhuo'er, is the money enough?"

Feng Zhuo knew that Nangong Yan must have something to say, but he didn't expect him to say such a sentence.

What's up with that local tyrant with so much money that he has no place to spend it?

"Xiao Zhuo'er, it costs a lot of money to raise a private army. Not to mention the small money for food, clothing, housing and transportation. Their strength is too weak, so they have to be raised with pills. Most people don't have their own beasts yet, so they have to go to auction It’s okay to buy! There are also their weapons and armor, which are also a lot of money.”

"And then?" Feng Zhuo asked.

Nangong Yan paused, he had already reached this point, why didn't his little Zhuoer understand it?
Let's put it bluntly.

Nangong Yan lowered his head, and the mist covering his face gradually dissipated, revealing that monstrous face that turned all sentient beings upside down. The fine sunlight fell on his face, and the originally unparalleled face was shrouded in a layer of sacred brilliance.

He raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and smiled charmingly: "I am your bank, and the poor only have silver. As long as you stamp here, you can get inexhaustible!"

(End of this chapter)