bestfiction Chapter 362 The Arrogance of Students
Chapter 362 The Arrogance of Students
The assembly of the Flame Wolf Army is basically complete.
Although there were various reasons why some people were late, they all returned within three days.
The 134th Battalion will be stationed in Cliff City for a period of time and will begin its daily artillery firing towards the south.
These artillery shells would fall on enemy territory in the far distance, possibly a monster's lair, a barbarian tribe, or even a shaman's evil ritual site.
On the southern battlefield, various enemies were intertwined. For example, some barbarian tribes were independent, carving out their own territory in the miasma-ridden forests with their own strength. Some barbarian tribes succumbed to the strange powers of shamans and became their servants. There were also some insidious forces that used poisons, and no one knew exactly how many poisons they had planted.
The monsters thrived here. To them, humans were just another kind of monster, extremely dangerous but highly nutritious to eat. They were all prey, all hunters, all the same.
The 134th Battalion can ignore these matters for now.
All they need to do is fire from the designated spot on the high cliff.
Where the shells will land is a problem for the frontline guidance team.
The cannons began to rumble, slowly at first, because we had lost too many veterans in the last Moonlight Raid, and the newly recruited soldiers needed time to learn the tricks of the trade.
Meanwhile, the maintenance team was also busy. Zhong Ming, with the extra spiritual power of the dragon vein, was often able to handle several cannonballs at once. He was becoming more and more familiar with how the spiritual power would travel along the spiritual patterns to a certain position before it would start to emanate.
He had a feeling that if he could master this technique, he would be able to achieve a minor level of mastery in "Extreme Flood Turbulence". If he mastered this technique, he might be able to maintain two shells with both hands at the same time.
After all, a normal cultivator would hold the head of the cannonball with one hand and the tail with the other. However, since Zhong Ming started cultivating, his feet have been doing the same thing as his hands.
Yes, the shells won't cause athlete's foot, so you can use them without worry.
By the tenth day, he was already skilled at maintaining the simulated shells, and the injury on his arm was gone. Occasionally, he could activate one and then deactivate it according to his "master's" instructions.
By the twentieth day, his meridian problems had actually been alleviated. To be fair, the meridian-nourishing pills that Sister 01 gave him were quite effective.
On the thirtieth day, the rumbling artillery fire outside began to become more regular. The artillerymen had become proficient in operating the cannons, and their tasks became more arduous. Battalion Commander Hong Wenchou increased the daily supply of artillery shells, which meant that the amount of maintenance work they needed to perform also increased.
As for Zhang Youcai... he began to get used to the occasional creaking sounds coming from his small building; after all, compared to the roar of artillery fire, it was nothing.
Just when Zhong Ming thought the remaining month would continue in the same dull yet fulfilling way, something happened in Cliff City.
A building collapsed.
The Zhou family's building collapsed.
On this day, they received an emergency transfer order. Zhong Ming was pulled out from a pile of shells and thrown to the Third Guard Team.
Battalion Commander Hong Wenchou moved very quickly. After assembling the first batch of men, he led the team to set off first. Zhong Ming was in the second batch to assemble, and his team was led by a deputy battalion commander.
"We received a request for assistance from the city guards. Someone is causing damage in the city of Jueya. They have blown up a building with heavy protection and numerous defensive barriers. We need to assist the guards in sealing off the entire city immediately."
At that moment, Zhong Ming glanced out of the corner of his eye and spotted some military academy students.
The fact that they appeared in the second batch of assembled troops suggests their military discipline isn't very good.
They saw him too, and their eyes met with smiles. Zhong Ming thought to himself, "They're up to no good."
The walls of Cliff City are extremely complex. As soon as the dynasty's army arrived, they decided to repair them. The walls of various factions were connected together, and some were even the internal guard walls of certain mansions.
Zhong Ming and his team were to be responsible for a section of the city wall that was lower in elevation. Some of them would guard the wall while others would begin searching inwards.
Clearly, these military academy students were tasked with searching inwards, while Zhong Ming was responsible for keeping watch on the outer city walls.
The students at the military academy are all in the Foundation Establishment stage; they are very young, full of vigor, and look down on everything.
Upon arriving at the designated location, before Zhong Ming even reached his assigned "battle rampart," he heard a student below arrogantly shout, "Newbies, stand properly on the edge of the wall and watch how I, your humble servant, wreak havoc!"
"The flames won't save you, be careful!" Another hot female student blew a "kiss" at the city wall. The ring of flames formed by her fiery red lips was gently blown out and suddenly exploded two zhang away from the wall, causing everyone to instinctively duck and avoid it.
Students below were laughing, "What can a force like this hold? No wonder they're called the Flame Wolf Army, the most worthless wolf army."
The soldiers dared not speak out in anger. They had great courage, but lacked natural talent, abundant equipment, outstanding combat power, and a solid backing. They could only swallow their anger and stand resentfully at their posts.
Zhong Ming saw several glances, several malicious glances.
Below them was a person with a genuinely smiling face, seemingly preparing to go find someone as soon as they set off.
Watching the search team disappear into the distance, Zhong Ming silently put on the scale armor; something was better than nothing.
He put his clothes on over his clothes, making him look bulky and sluggish. Only then did he realize that the short and fat Xuan Jing was actually... quite thin.
Wearing this armor, he looked like a roly-poly toy.
To his left was a watchtower.
Those were watchtowers deployed on the city wall, ostensibly to observe whether enemies were attacking from the air, but in reality, they were a good place to slack off.
Now, a familiar figure is standing there.
Chen Dahai said, "What's all this talk about observation? Is this a good place for fire coverage?"
The cannons were carefully turned and positioned towards the city.
The dark muzzle of the cannon was pointed towards the area within the cliff city where red light and black smoke were still billowing, and where fire was still burning.
"Hey bro, aren't you that guy?"
Zhong Ming had just put on his clothes and was stretching when one of his buddies suddenly greeted him from the side.
"Um, you mean?"
"You must be Master Cuihong, the one who came in second place in the new recruit assessment."
"Yes, may I ask if you have..."
"Brothers, we're so frustrated! Those military academy guys down there don't treat us like human beings." The man had clearly been holding it in for a long time and was happy to finally find someone to talk to.