Mencius once said: When Heaven is about to entrust a person with a great responsibility, he must first strain his mind, strain his muscles and bones, starve his body and skin, deplete his body, and disturb his actions.
The translation of this sentence means that if God entrusts a heavy responsibility to someone, it will definitely make him feel distressed, his muscles and bones will be tired, his body will be hungry, his body will be empty and weak, and he will be unable to do anything.
Zhou Li respected Mencius. After all, anyone who could raise a son was a saint-level being. However, Zhou Li did not completely agree with these words.
Mainly because the guardian shields he faced were monsters that Mencius had never seen before.
A monster of the mind.
No whoring, no smoking, no gambling, this is normal. Not to mention an elite corps like the Guardian Shield, it is just an ordinary military camp. If you pay attention to some discipline, the soldiers will be restrained from accepting the above three. After all, this world is a disaster-causing one, and issues of principle are untouchable.
However, the Guardian Shield is abnormal, because in addition to the above three, this team has transcended human beings, and they have become saints.
"No, don't you have some fun in life?"
In the arena, Zhou Li squatted on the stage and looked at the energetic legionnaires in front of him distressedly.
"Report sir! Yes!"
The deputy leader of the Guardian Shield, Zhao Tuo, took a step forward. This hybrid of Eastern Three Courts and Magnum did not care about Zhou Li's desperate gaze and shouted loudly: "Temper your will, train your body, defend." People, practice chivalry, this is our greatest joy."
Facing these soldiers who looked like a solid piece of steel, Zhou Li felt his head was as big as an ox. He looked at Don Quixote on the side as if asking for help. Looking at the short-haired woman whose face was stained with a layer of crimson and who was obviously suppressing laughter, Zhou Li lowered his head and motioned to sit aside and chat.
"No, were they like this before?"
In the corner, Zhou Li looked at the soldiers in armor running around in the arena, and asked depressedly: "Comrade, I'm telling you, you can't kill the souls of these boys. People without any desires are not human beings, they are machines." , Do you want to combine work and rest?"
At this time, Zhou Li had already adopted a confusing accent, but Don Quixote still understood what he meant. She cleared her throat, suppressed her smile, and replied seriously: "No, they have their own desires."
"ah?"
Zhou Li was stunned. He pointed at himself and the army in the distance, and asked with a slight breakdown: "They don't even have taboos, they don't even have favorite colors, and they even have to finish their meals within three minutes. Are you telling me they have desires?"
"Yeah, there is."
Don Quixote stopped smiling. Her beautiful black eyes reflected the silver team in the field. She said to Zhou Li with a proud tone: "They want to protect others."
After hearing this, Zhou Li was stunned. The sunshine at this time was fierce and scorching, and the temperature of the arena made people upset, but Zhou Li felt inexplicably calm at this time.
"The reservists of the Guardian Shield are all ordinary people."
Don Quixote stood upright. This girl who was always proud of her identity seemed to have always been like this. No matter where she was, no matter what time, she was as calm as a green tree.
"If you want to join the Guardian Shield, physical strength and talent are not important. As long as you can abide by the laws of knights, no matter how poor your strength and qualifications are, it is only a matter of time to become a high-level knight. Therefore, the physique and strength of most professionals are Meets the requirements of the Guardian Shield."
A silver ball of light appeared in front of Don Quixote, and she stretched out her right hand to crush the silver ball. The next second, a huge shield with simple engravings appeared in Don Quixote's hands. She stared at the family shield and spoke slowly:
"The most important step in joining the Guardian Shield is this shield. Only by being recognized by this shield can you be eligible to join the reserve force of the Guardian Shield."
"Approval?"
Looking at this unpretentious but calm shield like a hill, Zhou Li sounded more and more like a cat hammer, "Does being able to lift this shield mean you are recognized?"
"That's right."
As if this kind of plot had gone bad, Don Quixote did not hide anything and answered directly: "This shield is engraved with the rhyme of a code. Those who can abide by the words on it will be strengthened, and those who can't will be strengthened." He who has obeyed or even broken the code cannot hold up this shield.”
"They all raised their shields?"
"Um."
Don Quixote nodded and replied proudly: "They are all people I recruited, and they are willing to do anything to protect others."
Having said this, Don Quixote's eyes flashed with gloom involuntarily: "Actually, I know that this is not good. Just like my father back then, he was too upright and could easily be taken advantage of by the enemy."
Zhou Li knew what Don Quixote was referring to. Although these young people joined the Guardian Shield with enthusiasm and had the determination to die for others, this had both advantages and disadvantages. The Shield of the Guardians will be the most elite legion and the most fearless legion. But the disadvantage is that their weaknesses are too obvious.
In a war, if the enemy uses refugees as human shields, these people will definitely stand and let others kill them without fighting back.
This is not a good sign, but the older generation of Guardian Shields are dead and injured, and Don Quixote is not too old. Although others can obey her orders, it is difficult to follow her suggestions, which makes Don Quixote Hede was troubled.
"Sacrifice your life for others..."
However, Don Quixote, who was immersed in the past and the future, did not see it. After Zhou Li heard this sentence, a thoughtful look appeared on his face.
"Okay, I have an idea."
Zhou Li suddenly stood up. He looked at Don Quixote, grinned and said with a smile: "Brother, I have a trick."
"well?"
Don Quixote was stunned. She was about to say something when Zhou Li stood up and walked swaggeringly in front of the legion members. After making a gesture to stop them, he said:
"Let me tell you a story."
Looking at the somewhat puzzled people, Zhou Li cleared his throat, and under Don Quixote's gaze, he slowly said:
"This story happened not long ago, or rather, just a few months ago."
"The protagonist of the story, named Gerost, is a righteous, honorable, and stoic demon hunter."
"Let me tell you the story of this witcher."
Soon, the image of a demon hunter with a heart full of justice, a strong heart, and a decent style appeared in front of everyone. These young people suddenly became excited. They knew that not long ago, this brave man killed an ancient god who was still alive. There must be a more thrilling story hidden behind this feat. Therefore, these people began to raise their eyebrows. The ears listened.
Then, Geralost in the story encountered a series of hardships such as "the death of his parents, framed by nobles, backstabbing by the country, and losing all his achievements", and finally lost his strength and left his hometown.
