dream bubble

Chapter 707 Springboard 2
In the sea outside Linhai City, Heavenly Sword Boats descended slowly, and when the boat stopped, the hatch on the top opened with a bang.

Regardless of whether it is the Heavenly Sword Boat or the Flying Sword Boat, the devices that propel the ship forward are all at the stern, so there is no way to open the hatch at the stern, only from the top.

"Here we go, get off, get off." The person in charge of driving the boat shouted.

The people in the cabin were actually ready long ago. When they saw the coastline from a distance, they knew they had finally arrived.

These people looked very sloppy, all of them were unkempt and not in good spirits, and all of them had dull eyes and dull expressions.

No matter who it is, if they sit in one seat for more than 50 days without moving a bit, their situation will definitely be similar to theirs.

"Go down quickly, don't dawdle." The man who sailed the boat was not very sympathetic.

Following this shout, someone finally stood up and climbed up the ladder lowered from the top of the ship.

In the boat, because of the spell of shrinking to size, the ceiling is more than one foot above the floor. In fact, the Sky Sword Boat is only half a person high. When you walk to the side of the boat and jump, you will be on the ground.

Beside each spaceship stood a few people wearing red turbans, and one of them yelled loudly: "Quick, gather here, artisans stand under the white flag, soldiers stand under the red flag, and warriors stand under the blue flag." , the family members stand under the yellow flag."

White flags, red flags, blue flags, and yellow flags are placed next to each other, more than ten feet away from each other.

Most of these people who disembarked from the boat had their families with them, and when they suddenly arrived in a strange place, they all felt at a loss.For a long time, a burly man grabbed the red turban and asked, "Brother, is there any difference between craftsmen, soldiers, and warriors?"

"Of course there are differences. Artisans are the most comfortable, eat the best, and live in the best places. They don't have to worry about going to war. However, artisans work very hard. They have to get up early in the morning to work until late at night. If they are afraid of death, they can For those who endure hardships, this is a good choice, but craftsmen have to test their skills, not all cats and dogs can enter, and anyone who dares to cheat will be beaten to death with a random stick.

Soldiers eat ordinary food, live in ordinary places, and go to battle to kill the enemy, but soldiers will be placed in the battle formation, which is not considered dangerous.If you want to be a soldier, you don’t need any other skills, as long as you are physically strong. However, if you enter the military camp, you must be bound by military orders. Seventeen prohibitions, 54 cuts, none of which can be violated. If you can’t stand the constraints, you’d better not be a soldier.

Warriors are different, they don’t have to worry about eating and drinking, they live in a good place, they practice the best skills, they will be rewarded with pills, and they don’t need to be restricted by military orders, but when fighting, they must charge forward and fall into the battle fight.This will depend on the ability. "

The red turban was talking endlessly, this person doesn't like to talk, this is their duty, they have the obligation to explain the situation to the newcomer.

"Before I came here, I didn't make it so clear. Isn't this a scam?" A discordant voice sounded from the crowd.

"It's okay, who doesn't want to stay here, you can choose to go back the same way, anyway, the boat is empty." I don't know how many groups of people the red turban has received, and he is already familiar with this kind of guy who talks strangely.

"Isn't this a joke? It took two months of hard work to come here by boat, and now let us go back by boat." That person thought he was hiding in the crowd and would not be found out, so he spoke recklessly.

Suddenly, a ray of light descended from the sky.

There was a burst of screams from the crowd, and blood and pieces of flesh splattered everywhere.

There were screams everywhere, women and children were all terrified, even the men were terrified, their faces turned ashen.

Those red turbans didn't care, and the red turban who was in charge of explaining even spat on the ground: "Idiot, I really think of myself as a person, but I don't understand that in the eyes of the immortals, you and I are nothing but Ants, baring their teeth and claws like this, are simply looking for death."

While speaking, he looked at the people who had just disembarked. He was looking for the relatives of the dead man.

A red turban next to him walked up to the pile of fragments. He squatted down, searched among the blood-stained fragments, and picked up an iron plate for a long time.

This thing is a boat card, with this guy's identity engraved on it, and the relative column at the bottom is empty.

"This guy seems to be alone, no wonder he dares to talk nonsense." The red turban said.

The red turban who was in charge of the explanation shouted at the people who had just disembarked: "Everyone has seen it. If anyone wants to leave, please turn around and get on the boat. No one will stop you, and you don't have to worry about being killed on the way. Immortal masters are not that boring, if you don’t want to go back, you can stand under your respective banners...don’t talk nonsense.”

"Hurry up, hurry up." Another red hood urged.

The people gradually dispersed, each heading towards a flag, and no one returned to the boat.

On the one hand, everyone is not sure whether this is true or false?What if they kill people and throw their bodies away after going to sea?On the other hand, before coming here, everyone already understood in their hearts that if they were given a way to survive, they would naturally have to work hard.

In just a moment, everyone had their own choices.The largest number are artisans, followed by family members. There are not many soldiers and even fewer warriors.

The red turban who was in charge of explaining led the way first, followed by several other red turbans each carrying a flag, and those who had just disembarked could only follow.

After the group left, another group of red turbans came running. They mopped the floor and sprinkled water, cleaned up all the meat and blood, and waited for the next ship to dock.

With a soft humming sound, another boat slowly descended. It contained another group of people who had been sitting on the boat for two full months. They were equally disheveled and dull-looking. They didn't know that someone underneath had died.

(End of this chapter)