bestfiction Chapter 394
Chapter 394
Zhong Ming wasn't feeling well, so he decided to rest for two days after every five days of training the militia.
He tried once again to comprehend the black scroll, attempting to learn the secret methods of cultivating the soul in order to control the beast souls, but once again he failed.
It takes at least two days to recover from a single moment of enlightenment.
He announced the news to the crowd, but many people still gathered around the next day.
The news of Zhong Ming helping with the training spread far and wide, and it was no longer just the logistics department; cultivators from some key departments also came to check on him when they had time. Clearly, the news that Zhong Ming needed to rest was spreading much faster than the previous news.
He had no choice but to hang a sign at the door to explain the situation.
The few troublemakers left quietly, planning to return during the actual training session.
They were still able to grasp the situation. If they barged in at this point, it would be considered trespassing into a forbidden area, and they could be killed on the spot.
Zhong Ming sat atop the castle, watching the people come and go below, his head spinning.
Suddenly, a loud cannon blast shattered the silence, startling him and sending his adrenaline soaring, instantly dispelling his bad mood.
"what's the situation?"
Looking into the distance, he saw flames shooting into the sky from the direction of the cannon.
He immediately rushed forward; it was highly likely an enemy attack, and he had to get to the battlefield as soon as possible.
Zhang Youcai peered through a window and just then encountered Zhong Ming rushing down.
"You Cai, guard the gate, and impose martial law on the entire fortress! Is that lazy bum Fang Qianqian here?"
"Yes, yes, I wasn't slacking off. I just happened to be patrolling my room and bed." Fang Qianqian came out in his pajamas. His precious habit of sleeping only once every three days had been rudely broken. How could anyone live like this?!
"Grab your weapons and come with me!"
Zhong Ming went up and kicked him back into his room.
A loud "Awooo!" was heard, followed by a highly oppressive threat echoing in the air: "If I don't see you within thirty breaths of arriving, I'll make you remember the fear you felt when you first met me."
The thick black smoke from the raging fire shot into the sky, but under the influence of the no-fly zone, it became a straight line and only dispersed after passing through the restricted area, like a cannon pulling a black balloon.
Zhong Ming walked briskly and arrived at the location to find Fang Qianqian's sister directing the firefighting operation.
"All water magic practitioners, immediately cast water spells in the direction I'm pointing."
She conjured a massive water sphere spell and hurled it forward, shimmering with a soft glow, as if a smooth pearl were hidden within the center of the sphere.
Even as Zhong Ming was still running, his hands had already formed a hand seal.
"The Flood Turbulent Current!" he shouted, signaling his arrival. Three jets of water intertwined and surged forward.
She glanced over and saw Fang Qianqian rushing over in a hurry. Her face immediately turned displeased. What was she doing coming to such a dangerous place? Couldn't she do something that a playboy should do? Go drinking, go to brothels, go to auctions—can't I just consider it money I paid to ensure my safety?
"Fang Qianqian, you don't know any water magic, what are you doing here? Get lost!"
Upon hearing her older sister's call, Fang Qianqian turned and left without hesitation.
"Fang Qianqian, immediately evacuate the surrounding crowd of unrelated people," Zhong Ming shouted, a slight chill running down his spine.
Then he noticed a massive waterfall spell rushing toward the cannon at a tricky angle, and he happened to be the only person in its path.
He shook his head helplessly, not daring to fly on his sword. He could only float on the top of the wave like a surfer, his whole body soaked in the cold spiritual energy, shivering from the cold.
Then it crashed onto the cannon barrel along with the waves.
Without hesitation, he charged upwards along the cannon barrel. He saw black smoke still billowing from the muzzle. This thing...
Did it explode?
It is quite rare for the Flame Wolf Army's cannons to explode, especially in peacetime. It seems that the cannon's spirit has not yet been formed.
"Extreme Flood Turbulence" "Extreme Flood Turbulence" "Extreme Flood Turbulence"!!!
Zhong Ming used water magic three times in a row to push the cannon inward, and then used the "water mirror barrier" to block the cannon muzzle, finally suppressing the fire.
Ten minutes later, Zhong Ming, sporting authentic smoky makeup, climbed down the cannon barrel.
Almost all the water-based cultivators of the Flame Wolf Army had arrived, and they were all gathered around the camp commander's wife, whose expression was unfriendly... very unfriendly.
"Who's in charge of the artillery today? Bring them here!"
"Report, he has died in the explosion."
"Where are the witnesses? Bring the witnesses over." Just as she gave the order, a seriously injured witness, who was being carried away by the medical team on a stretcher, was brought over immediately upon hearing the order.
Her brows furrowed, and a beautiful woman is pleasing to the eye no matter what expression she has.
"What happened? If you don't have the strength to speak, carry you away. I don't believe there aren't any seriously injured witnesses."
"The battalion commander's wife...cough cough...it seems like...her chest exploded...after the order to fire...it exploded."
"Understood. Survival is the priority. Get the medical team here quickly." She waved for the men to leave. "You guys, call the maintenance team, the ammunition transport team, the storage guard platoon, and the other shift gunners over here."
This incident is extremely serious.
"I want you to find the cause immediately and pass on my orders: the guards, battalion guards, and shield battalion, immediately seal off the entire camp area, allowing entry but not exit."
Zhong Ming came down covered in dust and dirt, and after receiving orders, he could only agree, wiped his face hastily, and rushed quickly towards the camp gate.
He believed that what followed was a very tense period of vigilance, as he needed to guard against enemies and escaped prisoners who could appear from anywhere at any time, until the higher-ups found out who had tampered with the shells or whether it was just a simple accidental explosion.
But after only the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, he was summoned.
The one who came to summon them was the captain of the First Guard Team, who came wearing spirit-sealing handcuffs.
Zhong Ming: ? ? ?
"What's going on? I wasn't even there when the explosion happened, how did I become a suspect?"
"Ahem, brother, you'll have to bear with this for a moment. You might be somewhat related to this, but not by much." He handed over the handcuffs. These handcuffs achieve the effect of sealing your spirit by inserting fine needles wrapped around them into the meridians of your hand. Once you mobilize your spiritual power and it "detects" you, it will release terrifying spiritual power to give you a "painful feast".
Zhong Ming extended both hands and asked in confusion, "Brother, tell me, what's going on?"
The captain of the First Guard Team, with a serious expression, first fastened the handcuffs before speaking: "That's right, we caught someone who may have caused the problem with the spirit patterns inside the shell due to his laxity. However, the reason for his laxity is that he came here to participate in training during his rest time and even suffered a minor injury..."