By the time Qiu Ping arrived at the school grounds, all the soldiers and generals had already lined up in order. All of them held their heads high and were full of energy.
Although they are called shrimp soldiers and crab generals, the real number of races is far more than shrimps and crabs. More ferocious fish such as snakehead and catfish will also be cataloged.
In short, if you want to join the team of shrimp soldiers and crab generals, you still need to see whether you can fight.
As for those with high spiritual intelligence and deep roots, most of them were drawn into the ranks of Shinto, and at the worst, they would become minor gods from the ninth level.
Seeing Qiu Ping coming over, all the soldiers and generals were full of energy, waiting for the review.
They are each tall in stature, with the shortest being more than ten feet tall. Most of their bodies have been transformed into human shapes, with only some parts of their bodies retaining their racial characteristics.
Qiu Ping was not tall to begin with, and he looked even dwarfed by these soldiers and generals.
Even if he stood on tiptoe, he could not reach the knees of these soldiers, which made him a little discouraged.
"Big guy! Where did the big guy die?" The mud snail spirit on the side watched the words and immediately shouted into the distance at the top of his lungs.
It's a big deal for a leader to be looked down upon by others!
As he spoke a few times, a huge body struggled to get out of the kitchen not far away.
This big man was about two feet tall. He was roughly human-shaped, with a bulging body full of muscles and a grayish-white skin.
The huge head is round and without any hair, and the two small black eyes are dotted on both sides of the head, which adds a bit of simplicity to his terrifying appearance.
An apron was tied around his body. Even for those tall soldiers and generals, the apron seemed a bit wide, and it was like a butt bag on him.
When he heard someone calling him, the big man scratched his bald head and looked confused.
"Sir Bing Cao is here to inspect, why don't you carry him on your back and walk around the school grounds!" The mud snail spirit jumped up, slapped the big man on the leg, and shouted loudly.
"oh oh……"
The big man walked over in a few steps and squatted down obediently, like a hill.
"My lord, please."
The mud snail pointed at the big man's back with a flattering smile on his face.
"This... this is not good." Qiu Ping felt that this seemed to be a bit insulting to the monster, and he felt very embarrassed.
"Your Excellency, you don't know. This is the big man's job. His family's ancestors have been doing the job of pulling carts and sedan chairs. Now they have a distant relative who is pulling carts and sedan chairs for the Dragon King. If you don't let him carry it, he will How uncomfortable it must be." The mud snail spirit hurriedly explained to Qiu Ping.
"Is that so?" Qiu Ping looked at the big man and then at the snail spirit.
"It's very comfortable. Do you want to give it a try?" The mud snail spirit gave him an affirmative look, and Qiu Ping climbed onto the big man's back in a few steps.
There were two arched muscles on the big man's back, just like a saddle, and Qiu Ping sat on it just right.
Not to mention, even though the big man was tall and thick, his muscles were extremely soft. Sitting on Qiu Ping felt like sitting on a cotton cushion.
Hiss, it’s so comfortable!
Qiu Ping suddenly discovered sadly that he had just been promoted and was already running on the road of corruption.
The big man stood up slowly, and Qiu Ping's perspective also continued to increase. By the time the big man stood up completely, he could already see the entire queue.
I have to say that I don’t know the actual combat capabilities of these shrimp soldiers and crab generals at the moment, but they all look really good and look majestic.
At this moment, I was standing like a forest, full of oppression.
Ordinary little monsters and monsters would probably feel weak just by seeing such a scene.
The mud snail spirit led the way and carefully introduced the situation in the army to Qiu Ping. He has been a military clerk at the school for a hundred years and is extremely familiar with everything here.
For example, there are two commanders among these shrimp soldiers and crab generals, one is the shrimp patrol officer, and the other is the crab captain. One is from the Ninth Grade, and the other is from the Ninth Grade. Although there is some difference in rank, due to the different division of labor, there is no distinction between superiors and subordinates.
The patrol officer is responsible for arresting and picketing, and the school lieutenant is responsible for leading troops in combat.
Under the introduction of the Snail Spirit, the two of them also came to pay a visit to the newly appointed Snail Soldier Cao.
Qiu Ping looked at the tall and powerful Xia Inspector in front of him, dressed in red, and suddenly remembered that he also knew a Xia Inspector before, but he died in the Infernal Hell, and the two of them went to the Dragon King Palace to participate in the ferry race together. With.
Little Loach actually had some sense of right and wrong in his heart.
Qiu Ping sat on the big man's back and walked around the school grounds, getting to know all the great and small gods in the army.
Although there are many soldiers and generals, there are only five of them with the status of gods. In addition to the shrimp inspector, the crab captain and the mud snail spirit, there is also a clerk and an army chief. The chief clerk was an old acquaintance of Qiu Ping, the old turtle who had served as the river god in Chenjiaping.
"Master Bingcao, why don't you let the team practice first? Can you give me some advice?" The mud snail spirit bowed his waist and asked tentatively.
"Okay." Qiu Ping sat on the big man and walked around, feeling a little sleepy.
Everything here is in order, everyone is doing their own thing step by step, and it seems like he can't get involved in anything.
The series of power-building strategies prepared before coming here were of no use. These soldiers and generals were all obedient. Even their commander was as obedient as a kitten in front of Qiu Ping.
"boring."
Qiu Ping really yawned and reached out to touch the big man's head.
Don't tell me, it's quite slippery.
Feeling something strange on his head, the big man raised his head and tried to look up. His two small black bean-like eyes turned white. After a while, he looked around blankly.
"drink!"
Just when Qiu Ping started paddling as usual, bursts of shouts and shouts erupted on the school field.
A group of shrimp soldiers and crabs each raised their steel forks and stabbed forward. Each movement is standard, powerful and heavy, and the movements are violent.
Anyone placed in the human world would be a fierce general on the battlefield.
Their moves were precise and nothing fancy, but when they were gathered in one place and thrust forward at the same time, they had the energy to destroy mountains.
Although these shrimp soldiers have only been established for about half a year, they have already shown a hint of elite flavor.
The training on the school field was lively, and the big man under Qiu Ping was watching intently.
"Huang Wenshu, the big guy is so strong, why didn't he join the army? Instead, let him do the hard work of carrying people?" Qiu Ping asked strangely.
The big man's body is stronger than any of the shrimp soldiers and crab generals. If he joins the army, he will probably be a good hand.
It would be too wasteful to do hard work.
(End of chapter)
