Chapter 2271: (2/2)

If you want to win, you have to practice to a higher level in every way; regardless of your own situation, madly attacking higher levels, resulting in a very high probability of getting into troubles and collapse of the Taoist heart; once there is a problem in your own practice, or you are cruel Failure in competition, injury, serious illness, and even slow aging due to natural laws... Many reasons cause the state to fall to the bottom and become waste. When there is no use value at all, the end is often miserable.

As the saying goes, ”One general accomplishes ten thousand bones.” When a cultivator rushes into the sky, perhaps ninety-nine cultivators fall into the abyss. This is especially true for combat cultivators who lick their blood.

Because of their professional characteristics, their chances of being severely injured and devastated are many times higher than other immortal cultivators, and fighting all day long will inevitably leave many hidden dangers to the body, and they may also forge many immortal enemies.

When the spring and autumn are in full bloom, when the vitality is strong, and the cultivation base is at the peak, it can naturally be a wine pond, a raging and domineering, and awe-inspiring. It is very easy to fall from the peak to the bottom of the valley, falling to pieces.

Incognito and wandering into the underground world has almost become their only way out.

The once-in-a-lifetime powerhouses in poverty and desperation became thugs, mercenaries, assassins, and the lowest gladiators in the underground arena-such examples are not uncommon.

Overdrawing life, burning the soul, squeezing the last drop of blood and sweat in exchange for a few imperial coins, immediately exchanged for ultra-high-strength medical and analgesic potions, and even excitement potions with strong paralysis and hallucinogenic effects. Can't wait to inject it into the deformed and swollen blood vessel, slumped in the dark and damp corner, fantasizing about a comeback in the bizarre dream, the body is slowly cold and stiff-this is a sad and unavoidable ending for many cultivators.

From a certain perspective, these immortals are even more miserable than ordinary people.

Ordinary people can work in sweatshops, as long as there is a little bit of synthetic food that tastes like chewing wax, they can survive. If the gruel can be added with a few slices of ham, which is pressed by oil, it will be a delicacy.

But the cultivator, even the cultivator who is old and weak with internal injuries, can't hold his face to work with the ”primitive”, and becomes an ordinary component on the assembly line.

What's more, the little money paid for the work is not enough to fill their bottomless pits, let alone the astronomical medical expenses.

Cultivating immortals once is to embark on the road of no return, full of thorns, and can only go forward courageously until destruction, but can't look back anymore, and become an ordinary person.

The Thirty-Six District was crowded with these demoralized immortal cultivators who were neither human nor ghost. There were no sects, forces, groups, and families willing to accept waste.

In the past six months, the amount of such waste has increased tenfold, making the already crowded underground world increasingly noisy and chaotic.

These frustrated people who have recently fallen to the ground are the officers at all levels who have been eliminated by the Expeditionary Army-mainly the generals of the miscellaneous army who have been seriously injured, have their repairs plummeted, and have completely lighted up the army. .

Thirty years ago, the empire was determined to launch the largest strategic counteroffensive in nearly five hundred years, and thus carried out an unprecedented national mobilization to expand its army. Even if it used to not allow the outskirts of the world to have too powerful fleets, they received the promise of the central government. , It swelled like a full blow.

In order to entice the hillbilly cultivators of these miscellaneous army to work for the empire-or to get chestnuts from the fire for the four major electoral families, in addition to various military aids, military ranks, serial numbers, medals, and titles are flying all over the sky. Sprinkle it out.

A few hundred years ago, the empire was still very strict in judging military ranks and titles. In the absence of large-scale wars for hundreds of years, there were real Yuan Ying powerhouses who mixed up for a lifetime, and they were judged as major generals and lieutenant generals until they were old. occur.

But this time, it can be said that ”the mud and the stone are all down, the chickens and dogs are ascending to the sky.” Any golden core powerhouse in the outer world can pull up a team, even if it is a semi-armed transport fleet modified from a civilian transport ship, it can also be a ”major general warfare”. He wore majestic hats such as ”the head of the empire, the lord of the empire,” regardless of whether his head was that big or not.

This kind of people are called ”General Miscellaneous” in the upper-class circles of the imperial capital, and they are all trivial jokes.

But there are a lot of unseen immortal cultivators in the outer world, or ambitious guys who want to make a desperate fight and fight for a fortune, wearing these ”colonel chiefs of staff, major generals” and other hats, with the sons of their hometown. We, bite the bullet, screaming and rushing to the front.

How can these well-developed and simple-minded guys be the opponents of the old and cunning generations of the four major electoral families, and they have not been easily played with applause and reduced to others' chess pieces and cannon fodder.

Among them, the luck is better. Being dispatched to the third theater of war and under the command of ”God of War” Lei Chenghu, he may be able to save his troops and head. Even if he died, he was considered dead and vigorous.

But more ”unknown generals” are really sold and they still have to help count the money. They don't know how they died. Within a few years, all the troops brought to the front are all burned out, and they are all on the battlefield. With painstaking efforts, serious injuries, a terrible loss of realm and even loss of arms and legs, both Dantian and Linggen burned to a complete mess.

What you get in exchange is either a few jingle medals, or ”the title is increased by one, and the title is upgraded by one”, or all kinds of empty checks, such as how to seal the reward after the ”final victory”, where There are fiefs everywhere.

As for what is meant by ”final victory”, I'm sorry, but the final interpretation right is firmly in the hands of your Majesty... the four major electors' families behind it.