bestfiction Chapter 392
Chapter 392
The workers looked somewhat bewildered.
What does this mean? Someone throws an explosive tag at us, and we build a three-bedroom, two-living room, one-kitchen, and one-bathroom apartment in three seconds?
"Well..." Zhong Ming pointed behind him, "Tell me, if you all had some semi-finished parts, how long would it take to build the smallest model of this Zhong Fortress?"
"My lord, that's unlikely. It will take at least a few days." Even if you use spiritual power to control the parts and assemble them like building blocks, it will still take several days.
In short, they are really not combat workers.
"My lord, forgive my bluntness, but our division of labor and cooperation in this army is already quite good. We just need to practice our self-defense skills." The speaker was a short, stout old man with many wrinkles on his face. He had always thought that Zhong Ming could guide them in martial arts or cultivation, which was why he came.
Zhong Ming suddenly remembered something and immediately replied, "Ha, I remember. Let me tell you, I was chatting with an elder once, and he told me a joke. It was about a military camp with strict division of labor. When it was invaded by foreign enemies, the guards were killed in battle. Everyone else strictly adhered to their posts, loudly complaining, 'Where are the guards? Where are the damned guards? I'm going to report them for desertion!' while continuing to do their work until the enemy killed them all with their swords."
A few scattered laughs, and a man filled with shame.
"Be prepared to switch jobs at any time. I'm announcing the formation of the Third Guard Reserve Team. Anyone interested in participating?"
Zhong Ming pulled out his identification, which showed his position: "Captain of the Third Guard Team, Member No. 034 of the Maintenance Group".
"Look, I also have two jobs. It's not something that requires particularly high skills. Everyone can practice when they have free time."
After saying that, Zhong Ming said to the man who had spoken earlier, "It's alright, I'll come and teach you combat techniques this afternoon."
At this moment, many more people stood outside the castle.
These people weren't from the construction team; rather, some members of the construction team boasted about their abilities, and then the other logistics team members came here to try their luck.
They didn't build the castle, so they felt somewhat insecure coming here and lingered at the castle gate.
"You, come in. What brings you here?"
The already cramped flat area became even more crowded.
A man squeezed in from outside and said, "I'm from the raw materials production plant, sir. May I join the training?"
Behind them came even more people from various strange departments. "Sir, I'm from the transportation team." "Sir, I'm from the support team." "Hey, brother, it's me, the cook. It's been a while since you've eaten here." "Fellow Daoist, I'm from the assembly team..."
A large group of people were talking at once, and Zhong Ming's eyelids twitched as he listened.
What are you doing? There's an artillery battalion outside, and you're setting up an artillery company here? You're not even putting on a show, it's like you're plotting a rebellion.
"Ahem, everyone calm down and listen to me first. My place is big and there aren't many people here, so I can offer some help when I have time. But everyone should still focus on their own jobs, after all... I don't get paid here."
The cultivators present burst into laughter. They were already being generous by not having to pay tuition; who would want a salary?
After explaining, Zhong Ming began to classify the cultivators' responsibilities according to the simplest classification method.
Those with more strength went to the guard group, sometimes to protect certain people, and sometimes to rush in and buy time.
Those skilled workers, who were more precise, calm, and efficient, were assigned to combat teams, primarily tasked with killing the enemy.
Others were grouped into a special group.
Since the people who come each time are not the same group, it is difficult to get them to form groups and group members will be absent as a regular occurrence. Therefore, Zhong Ming's goal is to build a rigid army.
Those on the defense stood firm, forming neat ranks, raising their shields to create a defensive wall, and using spiritual magic to strengthen their bodies. For example, "Jack" was skilled at using spiritual power to build an "exoskeleton" around his body. Although the increase was not significant and it greatly restricted his limb movements, it could be maintained for a long time.
Those responsible for spell defense stand at the back, using spells like earth walls and ice walls to block the opponent's spell attacks.
Feel free to use your magic attacks freely.
The core of the battle is one thing: 'Unity and cooperation, mutual protection of each other's weaknesses, and leveraging each other's strengths'.
It's impossible for them to wage flexible and varied offensive campaigns, but they would definitely be mobilized in extremely critical situations, mostly involving holding their camps and resisting invading enemies. In such cases, a rigid and conventional battle might be more advantageous.
They might not be able to defeat elite troops, but they're definitely better than scattered, disorganized soldiers.
The next day, Zhong Ming had a free-for-all between a group of people who had been trained the day before and the newcomers. The effect was initially apparent, and several leaders were also selected in the process.
It's always better to have a leader than no leader in a squad. Even though the squads are randomly assigned, it's still possible to select the best members.
"My lord, do you mean we are your personal guards?" Several cultivators chosen by Zhong Ming as group leaders reacted with the same excitement.
"Huh? Personal guards?"
"Sir, once on the battlefield, if there aren't enough personal guards, the generals will appoint them as squad leaders or platoon leaders to lead the new recruits and maintain order. We are..."
"Hey, what do I, a mere Qi Refining stage cultivator, need personal guards?" Zhong Ming had intended to be modest, but he hadn't expected these people to misunderstand.
The group leaders all knelt down in unison, one leading the way and the others immediately following, saying almost in unison, "We are willing to serve you, sir."
Zhong Ming froze, repeatedly saying, "Get up, get up." But the group became even more stubborn, each person moving reluctantly.
He thought to himself, "This isn't working." Suddenly, an idea struck him, and he said, "What do we need personal guards for? As long as we all share the same ideal—the ideal of fighting for the Flame Wolf Army and for the 134th Battalion—you are all my brothers in arms. What we need to do is not to gather together, but to spread out, to the grassroots, to the workers. Whenever any part of our 134th Battalion is in crisis, I hope someone will step forward and lead us to victory."
The group exchanged glances, their eyes filled with confusion.
Do you understand what I mean?
"I don't understand. Does it mean we should strive to become squad leaders or platoon leaders in our own departments?"
The group exchanged glances, but quickly responded verbally, "You are truly righteous!"
After the cheers subsided, the atmosphere began to drift in a strange direction again.
Helpless, Zhong Ming straightened his face and shouted sternly, "Stop shouting those things, do you hear me?"