Chapter 61 Shortage of people

Evening.

　　Some of the returning martial artists, most of them had some harvest.

　　If there hadn't been an increase in the number of vicious beasts in Falling Leaf Town, the military department wouldn't have been able to draw martial artists here.

　　These martial artists who saw Wang Zheng almost had huge eyes.

　　"Wang Zheng is still alive?"

　　"A level one martial artist, who entered the jungle alone, and still managed to come back alive."

　　"Whether he entered the jungle or not, a level one status that dares to come here is definitely a crazy one."

　　The astonished martial artists naturally thought that Wang Zheng was just here to stroll around, anyway, with the army stationed here, as long as they were not unlucky enough to drink water, there was no need to worry about security.

　　In their view, Wang Zheng is not crazy, nor is he a fool, which is only one, is a show.

　　Just ...

　　They can't figure out what good it will do him to brush up on his presence in front of them?

　　Wang Zheng for these martial artists their stunned look, just a light smile, and did not bother to explain. The tent was left by Fatty Chen, who had a good day of business, rushed towards the town of Fallen Leaves in the evening, all the way tens of kilometers without protection, and had to return to the town of Fallen Leaves before dark.

　　Staying in the tent, many martial artists were cultivating their bone patterns.

　　Suddenly, a commotion came from the front.

　　"It's the Iron Blood Battle Team."

　　"I didn't expect the Iron Blood Battle Team to be drawn in as well."

　　"Tsk, it seems that this time the draw from Fallen Leaf Town is not simple."

　　"Iron Blood Battle Team? Quickly gather around."

　　The martial artists next to each other, all of them are excited, and the bone lines are not cultivating anymore, standing up and rushing towards the front.

　　Wang Zheng is also the same, he is only a level one martial artist, only just contacted this circle of martial artists, but also vaguely heard of the Iron Blood Battle Team. The Ministry of the Army takes into account the existence of the battle group and often draws a whole battle group when drawing. The purpose of doing so is to keep them at their original strength.

　　Wang Zheng, who originally did not cultivate, also followed to join the fun.

　　Only to see in front, two large military wheeled armored vehicles appeared, jumped off six people when they stopped.

　　There is no exaggerated windy equipment, but each of these six people are tough beyond compare, a face to face to feel their body was deliberately suppressed killing aura. Each of their eyes, without fail, sent a chill through the body, like two sharp knives thrust into the heart.

　　On their chests, they wore the badge of a fifth level martial artist.

　　There are many level five martial artists among the crowd present, but as the same level five martial artists, they do not dare to call the shots with the people of the Iron Blood Warriors.

　　The level is set by the Martial Union, but under the level, there is a class, five level one, or five level six. Each level represents the level of strength. The martial artists in the Iron Blood Warriors are undoubtedly the strength of the fifth level higher, and should be said to be standing at the peak of the fifth level.

　　Not to mention their rank, let's just say that these two wheeled armored vehicles appear to be incomparably bullish.

　　Before Wang Zheng thought that the martial artists' off-road vehicles were stylish enough, but compared to these two wheeled armored vehicles, they were weak and not on the same level.

　　The iron-blooded battle group, not only strong, but also represents huge money.

　　Six people wearing heavy military boots, one of the pagoda-style man, a thick chain of bullets, absolutely moving. His body's muscles were well-developed, a bulge, full of explosive power, every action, without fail, was killing.

　　To Wang Zheng's surprise, or in the battle group, there is a petite female martial artist, her face is extremely delicate, a head of black hair tied a ponytail, wearing a set of corseted soft armor suit, will be her arrogant body into the S line, chest on the two D level above the meat ball almost to burst this soft armor suit, call out, let people dry mouth. An armed belt is tied around the waist, with a buckle holding a narrow metal bar, a look can be seen as a folding weapon.

　　At the thighs, the same hot perfect, by this tight pants to wrap, above a strap, hanging a large silver pistol, in the afterglow of the sunset, reflecting a faint stream of light, so that people clearly see the above floating streams of light.

　　This is a female martial artist with a devilish body and angelic face, said to be petite, the fact is that standing in this pile of strong men is only small, if they stand out alone, a height of about one meter seven, is definitely not short.

　　The other four are fine, although they are robust, but not as exaggerated as the pagoda type of this big man.

　　The six people have long been accustomed to causing other people to look around, and simply swept a glance indifferently, is into the barracks.

　　With the iron-blooded warriors into the barracks, all the onlookers are scattered.

　　"Strange, the iron-blooded battle team is seven people, how come there are only six people now?"

　　"That's right, it seems to be missing the divine gun Li?"

　　"Why do you care so much, maybe God Gun Lee has arrived long ago?"

　　A buzz sounded, Wang Zheng did not pay much attention to how the iron blood battle team, it is unlikely to have a half-assed relationship with himself, this is a full level five or more martial artists battle team, the identity of his own level one martial artist, not to mention mix them, is mixed with a level two team, are unlikely.

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　　The next day, when Wang Zheng got up, he found that there were several stalls of breakfast carts here.

　　"This business, it really is pervasive."

　　Wang Zheng laughed a little bitterly, not knowing whether he should praise, or ridicule. With the compressed living space of humans, the competition for jobs was naturally high, and if they were not unable to find a job, who would risk their lives to come here to do a small business? This is a place where you can lose your life at any time.

　　Bought five buns, and a glass of juice, this is Wang Zheng's breakfast.

　　Sitting under a tree not far away, nibbling on the buns with the cool morning breeze, it was pleasant.

　　Most of the martial artists who got up were already ready.

　　Wang Zheng glanced at the wheeled armored car parked not far away, the pagoda-style man was mounting a high-speed gun on top of the armored car, with a rotating disk, completely allowing this high-speed gun to deal with threats in the sky and on the ground.

　　The thick barrel of the cannon, shining with the luster of bursts of runic patterns, did not need to look to know that it was a high-speed cannon created using runic metal.

　　"It's really rich and big."

　　Wang Zheng looked at the bun in his hand, and compared to others, he could only gnaw on the bun now.

　　Soon, and saw the big breasted S-line chick in the iron blood battle team, looking at this exquisite face, the devil's body, especially the fierce apparatus that called out, let Wang Zheng's hormones soar for a while.

　　"Young is good." Sensing that his lower body can't help itself, Wang Zheng sighed up, he is the time when his blood is fresh, it is inevitable that he will be stimulated by the outside world.

　　Lowering his head and continuing to struggle with the bun, Wang Zheng did not dare to look again.

　　When the buns were wiped out, he saw this round of armored vehicles, the captain of the Iron Blood Battle Team, Li Hong, stood on the roof of the armored vehicle and said in a raised voice: "Everyone, the Iron Blood Battle Team is now temporarily short of a gunner, confident that you can do it, you can apply to us. Our conditions are simple, good marksmanship, and secondly, we do not allow those who have already formed a group to sign up again."

　　Second, in fact, is a moral and contractual spirit.

　　Can't have a team of people, but also out of this one team, add to their own one team, right? To know these teams, but in the town of the fallen leaves on the group, to the team here is fully formed team, missing a person may lead to a team scattered.

　　The reputation-conscious Li Hong does not even consider this kind of practice.

　　There are quite a few martial artists here in the barracks, and recruiting a martial artist without a team should not be difficult.

　　This piece of news, for Wang Zheng, has nothing to do with himself, but for other martial artists, it is a great news.

　　The Iron Blood Battle Team is short of people?

　　Even if it is temporary, for them, it is an incomparably attractive news. The first thing you need to do is to get a job, not to mention how much you'll earn on this trip, just to say that the qualification to be added to the Iron Blood Battle Team is enough to make yourself a bun for countless teams.

　　The first time, all martial artists heard this news, all are surrounded by the past.

　　The first thing you need to do is to get a good idea of what you want to do.

　　The first thing you need to do is to get a good idea of what you're doing. The first thing is not to say whether they can be seen by the iron-blooded battle team, is the original team they do not do ah. The team formed by the scattered, also need to go back to the fallen leaves town to start over, this tossing time, do not know is geometry.

　　The martial artists on the side of the barracks, at least three hundreds of people, after forming a circle, or a group of black pressed, he was spectacular.