Chapter 600: Everyone is like a dragon

ps: Today's Double Eleven is a carnival shopping festival and also a singles day. Single Wang Xiaomo found a corner and celebrated the festival lonely. The update was late, sorry. Three shifts tomorrow.
To the west of God of War Post, after exiting the steep hills, there is an endless withered plain.
Two thousand eight hundred kilometers west of the plain is the darkest core area of ​​the Crimson Land, the Doomsday Volcano.
The road from the plain to the volcano is basically a smooth road, and there is no natural danger for defense. It can be said that as long as a stable sentry can be established on the withered plain, as long as the courage is big enough, you can directly covet the Doomsday Volcano!
Of course, this is difficult, and it cannot be achieved in a moment. After defeating the tribe of iron-eating giants from the withered plains, Luo Lin just took this goal as a long-term plan.
The first step of this plan is not to take the initiative, but to accumulate strength. The Force, materials, and personnel all need adequate preparations and accumulate. The second step is to actively attack.
Of course, these all take time, and there is no rush.
Because the sentry post does not lack force, Luo Lin arranged for his ordinary avatar to be at work 24 hours a day, while most of the rest of the spirit is in a leisurely state.
Of course, leisure is not a waste of time. During this part of the time, Luo Lin mingled with the soldiers recruited this time, taking advantage of the opportunity to drink and eat meat together to learn about these new soldiers step by step.
This kind of life lasted for four days. Luo Lin had already understood every new soldier, and he could call out every soldier's name. Know the opponent's martial arts characteristics, personality characteristics, hobbies and dislikes, taboos, and even some secret hobbies.
These soldiers have no secrets to him. But at this time, the orc demigod William was still in the stage of hooking up his shoulders with a group of warriors who had the right temper.
Even the soldiers who belonged directly to him, Luo Lin knew them better than him.
Among the thirty or so fighters, at least seven or eight William were in a preliminary familiar state where they only knew their faces but could not call out their names, but Luo Lin had already understood these fighters to his bones.
If you want to control and lead, you must first understand. In this regard, Luo Lin's effort is ten times that of William. Naturally, his ability to lead the soldiers and their strength is ten times that of William!
In the afternoon of the fourth day, the sentry scout sent another message, and Glenson returned with a large number of personnel. There are warriors, artisans and ordinary servants, and the number is more than 300.
This is a big piece of good news. It can be said that the steel shield incarnation of Luo Lin immediately took a team of soldiers out of the sentry to greet him, and Grenson moved his eyes wet.
With the participation of these three hundred people, the sentry post was immediately enriched.
In the beginning, it was not the warrior or the craftsman who had the greatest effect. Warriors need training and running-in, craftsmen need skilled use of tools, but they are ordinary servants. At the very beginning, the whole sentry post changed drastically.
The soldiers of the Holy Spirit are all big men, and even female soldiers are not much better. Although they are good at fighting, their lives are messed up. The fortress barracks are smelly and fleas and lice are rampant.
The recruits this time included more than 80 servants. It only took two hours to arrange the various positions.
Another half day passed. The bed sheets and quilts stained with blood and other human secretions in the fort barracks were all washed, the socks and socks that smelled so foul were gone, and the messy hair of the soldiers was also trimmed by the barber who had brought it. All female fighters were pushed into short hair.
In a corner of the square, because of the bonfire party a few days ago, a large amount of domestic garbage was randomly pushed and swept here by the soldiers, giving off various bad smells, and now it has disappeared. The toilet in the sentry post was also cleaned up, and the pieces of flies and maggots surrounding the water hole where the little crocodile lives in Dashan are gone.
In short, the entire sentry post was completely renewed, and it was obvious that the expressions on the faces of the soldiers stretched a lot.
After all, no one likes to live on the garbage dump.
Seeing this scene, Luo Lin couldn't help but let out a long sigh of relief: "If the soldiers are the skeleton of the sentry post, but these servants are the lubricating oil of the sentry post, it would not work without them."
Without them, this sentry post would be sloppy and messy. It is estimated that from time to time the soldiers would suffer from some infectious diseases.
Soon, Luo Lin found the most savvy and capable servant. This man was called Sorento, a fighter with level 25 strength. He was far from the legendary realm. However, through Luo Lin's long-term observation, this man was among the servants. With great prestige and strong organizational ability, the sentry can be cleaned up in such a short period of time, this Sorento is indispensable.
So he became the supervisor of the sentry post. His power was not involved in any aspect related to direct combat. In other words, he had no military power, only the general administrative power in the sentry post.
Even so, this Sorento was so happy that he stayed up all night, and the next day he submitted a very specific sentinel management regulation to Luo Lin.
Luo Lin gave the servant chief enough respect, and carefully looked at his management regulations in front of him: "Well, soldiers must take a bath every five days. The water is taken by the soldiers from the Red River... .. Do not urinate at will in the corner of the square, offenders are fined to go to the Red Water River to fetch water... Male and female soldiers are separated, and they are not allowed to fight night battles at the corner of the sentry to affect their rest... Well~~ These are indeed good ideas. ."
Sorento is a middle-aged man. He was obviously uncomfortable in the previous days, so he looked a bit old, especially the hair on the temples was gray. At this time, hearing the sentry lord's appreciation, he rubbed his hands a little nervously: " Lord, I felt this. I observed all the way yesterday and found that through these regulations, a soldier’s mental state can be kept at its peak at all times, and the body will be healthy. Once a war breaks out, it can explode to its maximum potential and not There was an accident."
"Indeed." Luo Lin nodded.
For example, in night battles, some fighters don't know about temperance, and they find a female fighter who loves each other. In good health, I will stay in bed all night, although usually only one shot. However, one shot can last a night, and the spirit is affected the next day. Although the Holy Spirit Warriors are all legendary powerhouses and have no major impact for a while, the gap will show up over time.
"However, as soon as your regulations come out. It is estimated that the soldiers will hate you so much that they gnash their teeth." Luo Lin smiled.
It's not that he didn't want to make some strict military orders in the past, but these are all legendary powerhouses. All of them are extremely high-quality, which is different from ordinary fighters in the mortal world. Those who can come to the abyss are all super elites. Restricting them with strict military orders is tantamount to restricting their power. Secondly, the pressure in the sentry post is really huge. If we don't relax a little bit, over time, all kinds of pressure will accumulate, I am afraid that some changes will occur.
Therefore, although Sorento’s regulations are good, they are too strict. But many of these regulations are not actually intended to be used, and at least they will be revised and used.
But I didn't expect Sorento to say without hesitation: "Lord, as long as the fighter's combat power can be improved. My personal situation is nothing. In fact, this is also the meaning of us people coming to the abyss!"
When this person spoke, his attitude was righteous and righteous. Luo Lin could now directly see through his heart, and he could see that this guy's words were absolutely sincere.
‘This is a good talent. Luo Lin was secretly happy. Don't talk about skills, skills can be learned. With this sentence, this Sorento is worth using.
However, Luo Lin has his own charter, and he smiled and waved the document in his hand: "This is very good, but the details are not pure, and more changes are needed. You take it back and change it again and make it looser."
"Master, I don't understand..." Sorento couldn't figure out what Luo Lin meant. He felt that this was already very loose, and it would not be a law if it was loosened.
"Sorento, every warrior in the guard post is a genius, and every warrior has a wonderful and moving past in the mortal world. They are unique. They also know how to fight, how to adjust their state, and how to quickly Restore strength. Everyone has their own secret method. This is not a concept with ordinary soldiers in the world. Can you... understand?" Luo Lin asked.
Mortal warriors are everyone and worms, united through military discipline to become a big dragon. But all the fighters here are martial sages, and they are dragons that can cross thousands of miles. If the various decrees are too squeezed, their unique brilliance will be worn away. And these unique personalities are actually the source of combat power of the Abyss Legion.
There is no difficult law in the world, who doesn't know how to adapt to the situation, but only knows the commander who adheres to the routine, and he is destined to have no great achievements.
If Sorento has realized something, but still a bit at a loss, obviously he hasn't figured it out yet. He nodded slightly and said: "Lord, I still need to think about it."
"Go." Luo Lin said mildly, encouragingly.
After Sorento left, he thought hard for a day and didn't have any clues. In the evening, when he was patrolling the square aimlessly, he suddenly heard a noise. When he looked up, he saw an elf and an orc interacting in the corner of the square. Fight without giving way.
The two of them fought very fiercely, fists to the flesh, from Sorento's eyes, these two guys seemed to use a desperate style of play, with their punches going to the point.
The fighting two surrounded a group of warriors, including elves, orcs, dwarves, and human races, some shouting cheering loudly, some standing on the sidelines, some laughing unconvincingly.
"Bang" Finally, an orc warrior made a mistake, and the elf smashed the temple on the side of his forehead. The sound was dull and terrifying, and the whole body of the orc fell to the ground.
Sorento's heart shuddered as he watched it. It was fatal, but right after that, he found the orc who fell on the ground shaking his head, spitting out blood, and then slowly climbing up from the ground.
The beasts scolded, ran to the side of the pool, washed his face, shook his head, then stood up straight, took out a delicate dagger from his pocket and threw it to the elf. Obviously he lost. The price of battle.
The elf took the dagger, held it up high with a smug look, and then whistling away surrounded by several elves.
Seeing this, Sorento looked at the orc again. He thought the orc was supporting him, but the orc was completely okay, and it didn't seem to be supporting him. This situation surpassed Sorento’s understanding of martial arts, but it made him feel bright. He remembered the Lord’s words: "Every fighter is unique, and every fighter has a wonderful and moving past~EbookFREE.me~ They all A genius!"
Suddenly, Sorento discovered that he, a man of mediocre martial skills, did not actually understand those fighters. Since he did not understand, why should he formulate management regulations that could enhance the strength of fighters? How does he make sure that these regulations are effective and not counterproductive?
Thinking about this, Sorento involuntarily oozes cold sweat on his forehead: ‘Fortunately, the lord is tolerant. If I change the lord of another post, I am afraid that I will be expelled from the post with my nonsense. "
After understanding the key point, he sank his heart and, as the manager, took the initiative to approach and talk with the Holy Spirit Warriors. He had been in contact with different fighters for five days, and had a full conversation with more than 30 fighters. After that, he thought about it for five days.
He is a very smart person, and finally got the point, and it took another half a day to draft a new management regulation.
Luo Lin read the new regulations and smiled slightly: "This is all right. From now on, just follow this one. Come on, you post this regulation on the bulletin board."
"Yes, the lord." Sorento bowed deeply, only feeling that the lord had a gentle and heavy personality, and he was sincerely convinced. (To be continued)