bestfiction Chapter 375
Chapter 375
"The merits of the martyrs will be engraved on stone tablets, and those who shed blood and sweat for the peace and stability of the dynasty will be forever bound to the fate of the dynasty."
"However," the battalion commander changed the subject, "our performance in this war was not outstanding. Many friendly forces committed far fewer troops than us and achieved far more victories. Our soldiers lacked combat experience without artillery, and this problem was fully exposed in this battle."
The battalion commander's tone was heavy. He first paid tribute to the dead, then pointed out the problems. The originally joyful atmosphere was completely ruined. This did not look like a victory celebration banquet, but rather like a denunciation meeting.
Zhong Ming listened quietly, and in the seemingly unimportant words, he gleaned a glimmer of information.
The Flame Wolf Army had more soldiers participating in the battle than other friendly forces? That shouldn't be the case.
As the battalion commander said, the Flame Wolf Army's combat strength is indeed much weaker than other wolf armies. This is not only in terms of combat, but also in terms of talent, reaction, financial resources, etc. Logically speaking, our troops should react more slowly and have less combat strength gathered in the same world. At the very least, our speed in running towards the assembly point is not as fast as other troops.
We're actually the majority?
The battalion commander standing on the high platform suddenly lost his serious expression, which was replaced by a bright smile. "Fortunately, the elite of our dynasty, the students of the military academy, and the geniuses in the Foundation Establishment stage, after some discussion, are willing to help us with short-term training, oh no, guidance, guidance in our combat!"
Zhong Ming felt a chill run down his spine. Was this good news? Oh no, he had to find a way to get through this. He absolutely couldn't let these guys find a chance to "guide" him.
He tilted his head slightly and looked at Sister 01.
Or, should I encourage her to beat herself up? Beat her up to the point where she can get a medical certificate for serious injury?
They couldn't possibly let a seriously wounded soldier go on stage to give "combat guidance," could they?
My meridian injuries are almost healed. Perfect timing. Her silver needles are quite effective at damaging meridians; they're not enough to kill you, but they're not too bad either.
01's gaze was fixed on the battalion commander, but out of the corner of his eye, he saw that Master Cuihong was staring at him... and he was inadvertently smiling.
'Is he just infatuated? What's wrong with this guy?' A thought suddenly popped into her head. 'Could he like me? My charm is still as good as ever, but this guy's ugly appearance is like a toad trying to eat swan meat.'
Her heart fluttered slightly, then she glared back fiercely.
Zhong Ming realized that this woman seemed quite ruthless towards him, which made things easier. He figured she would give him a good beating and leave him with some injuries, so it wouldn't take much effort.
As he thought this, the other members of the Flame Wolf Army cheered.
They're military academy students!
Because very few soldiers from the Flame Wolf Army enter military academies, almost all of them regard military academies as their superiors. It's like a lowly servant in a government office hearing that the Imperial Guards are coming to instruct him in martial arts—who wouldn't be excited?
Everyone cheered, and the battalion commander then had the representatives from the military academy appear amidst the cheers—a total of nine Foundation Establishment stage cultivators.
Yue Xingtian is not here.
Several of them confidently greeted the crowd below the stage, raising their hands high amidst cheers, like triumphant generals.
The group remained calm, their eyes scanning one table after another. After searching for a long time, they still couldn't find the table for the Third Guard Team. It was indeed quite difficult for them to pinpoint the person among hundreds or thousands of people.
Several others, who didn't like to stand out, stood quietly at the back; they were clearly forced to come up there.
The battalion commander was actually under some pressure. As one of the rewards for helping to destroy a certain family, these students were here to teach his soldiers. It was really... hard to tell whether it was a good thing or a bad thing. Would these people even be able to teach?
After the cheers subsided, everyone went back to their own meals. Singing, dancing, and other short performances followed one after another, and everyone enjoyed themselves immensely with drinks and meat.
Outside the camp, however, were still ruins and dilapidated houses. Ordinary people squatted beside the corpses of their loved ones, wailing and weeping. They rummaged through the ruins of the small houses that their families had bought with their life savings, looking for things that could still be used. They wandered the streets like zombies with lifeless eyes.
The singers and dancers were recruited from ordinary people, forcibly pulled out of fear and confusion.
What does it matter? Who cares about them?
.....
As the banquet drew to a close, everyone was basically full and satisfied. Many of the delicacies on the table were made from monsters and rare herbs. Although it was impossible to cook large pots of very precious things for you, eating more of these foods would still fill your dantian with spiritual energy.
Some people have already begun meditating to absorb spiritual energy, some are rushing off to take turns, and some are hurrying over.
Only Zhong Ming was still leisurely savoring his food, his pace remaining unchanged, like a robot that was never full, giving the impression that he had just finished his shift and arrived at the banquet table.
"Team Leader 01." Zhong Ming suddenly spoke, and some of the people who had been eating from beginning to end immediately tensed up. Was this kid going to cause trouble again after he had eaten and drunk his fill?
"Hmm? What is it? Speak."
"I'd like to speak with you alone, after the banquet."
“I said that our group would have a gathering after the banquet; that was an order.”
Zhong Ming completely ignored her answer and continued, "There are some things, some words, that I can say in front of everyone if you don't mind, just to respect you."
01 Her eyelids twitched. Was this guy being incredibly disrespectful? How could he talk so fluently while eating? Wait, was it really appropriate to say this in front of everyone?
Recalling Zhong Ming's infatuated smile from earlier, she shuddered. 'Is this guy going to confess his feelings?'
"Ahem, I won't give you much time. How long will it take?"
“That’s up to you.” Zhong Ming removed the scale armor gauntlets from his hands, clearly indicating his stance. “The time it takes depends on how much time you need for a response.”
01 Eldest Sister: ......
She neither agreed nor refused, and several people who knew her well understood that this was considered tacit agreement.
Several cultivators immediately glanced sideways and, in 01's blind spot, gave Zhong Ming a thumbs up.
'What a hero! So righteous!' Most people expressed this sentiment with their eyes.
01's anger usually involves yelling at everyone present. Zhong Ming directly pulled her out for a private talk, and she'll probably get a good beating. Once she's done beating her up, she'll be taught a lesson and her anger will have subsided. Then the group's gathering will truly become a joyous banquet.
Everyone relaxed now.