bestfiction Chapter 304 Maintenance Team
Chapter 304 Maintenance Team
He pulled Zhong Ming into the barracks and reported the situation to the actual battalion commander of the 134th Battalion.
"Captain Wuwei, this is the whole story."
"A suspected spy exists, the Water God Temple..." The mighty battalion commander drew several points on the large map, and with a stroke following the old woman's escape direction, directly connected to the Yangtze River.
“I’m afraid they’re accomplices of the merfolk. Regardless, with the Azure Wolf Army in front, let them do whatever they want, just keep pushing forward.” After saying this, Wuwei Daoist looked at Zhong Ming.
Zhong Ming's heart skipped a beat, and he was prepared to say some more harsh words to this guy. After all, he had given his brother-in-law a beating, and this feud was now established. However, the Five Dangers Daoist simply said, "You did a good job. It will be recorded in the merit book."
A thin, small soldier next to him was writing rapidly with a pen.
When Zhong Ming left the barracks, he saw Hong Wenchou breathe a sigh of relief, and he felt a little more at ease.
“Our battalion commander is quite good; he usually doesn’t punish us,” Hong Wenchou said to himself. “You don’t know this, do you? His Taoist name is Wuwei Daoren, which is the Wuwei mentioned in ancient Chinese sayings, meaning ‘five dangers’.”
Zhong Ming, with his limited cultural literacy, not only couldn't understand it, but he had never even heard of it before, and shook his head.
“Alas, those who are destined to die can be killed, those who are destined to live can be captured, those who are quick to anger can be insulted, those who are honest can be humiliated, and those who love the people can be bothered.”
"Forehead....."
Seeing that Zhong Ming genuinely didn't understand, Captain Hong Wenchou was about to start showing off... oh no, I mean, to teach him.
"The first two words describe the characteristics of a general, while the last two words describe the situations that are likely to occur. You see, a general who only knows how to fight head-on is at risk of being lured and killed; a coward who is afraid of death is at risk of being captured; an impatient general will cause serious problems if the enemy humiliates him; a general who is honest and cares about his reputation is easily smeared and then falls into a trap; a general who cherishes the people is easily harassed by the enemy and his people are easily attacked."
"Oh, so when the battalion commander first started practicing Taoism and taking his Taoist name, he was already thinking about becoming a good general?"
"More or less, but reversed." Hong Wenchou revealed a profound expression. "It's a reminder of what measures to take when dealing with different enemy generals."
They walked slowly, and when they reached the door, Zhong Ming suddenly said, "Captain, actually I hold several positions."
"Huh? Holding multiple positions? What are you talking about? In a place like the Flame Wolf Army where the competition for good positions is so fierce, you're holding multiple positions? Hmm... that makes sense, it's really hard to recruit people here. So what are you doing?"
“I’m also in the maintenance team, and I haven’t met with them yet. I was thinking I should go there first.”
Hong Wenchou looked at Zhong Ming with a complicated expression, and finally only said, "Okay, go ahead."
Zhong Ming looked completely bewildered. What are you imagining? Is it really that complicated?
He began asking around, venturing deeper and deeper into the fortress, and finally found them in a makeshift cave behind the cannons, where they were conducting a final check on the shells.
Zhong Ming got to know them. The leader of the maintenance team was an arrogant female cultivator who didn't tell him her Daoist title at all, only saying, "Call me Captain 01. Your name now is Maintenance Technician No. 34, No. 021. Take him under your wing."
After saying that, she turned around and went to attend to her own business.
Number 021 didn't really want to talk to him either. He was a cultivator whose entire body was disfigured due to some accident, and he was now completely wrapped up in black clothes.
"You're not ready to handle artillery shells yet. Go and inspect and maintain those boxes. See if there are any problems."
He casually dismissed Zhong Ming, sending him to the most unimportant place. After all, no one could teach a newcomer how to maintain a dangerous cannonball at a time like this. If something went wrong when the spirit runes on the cannonball were activated, everyone here would be blown to bits.
Zhong Ming sat down on a rock nearby out of boredom, picked up a box and looked it over. It was just a box for storing artillery shells; he just needed to check for cracks and that was it.
But he still habitually stroked every inch of the box, his brows furrowing more and more as he did so.
This is so poorly made.
Zhong Ming could roughly understand that in addition to being physically isolated from the outside world, this box also had the function of sealing spiritual power. This was because the cannonballs were also made of a large number of spiritual patterns and materials full of spiritual energy, and long-term storage would lead to the loss of spiritual energy. However, the effect of this box was too poor.
He also thought that he might have just had bad luck and had actually gotten a broken box. He looked at a few more, and without exception, they were all cheap and shoddy goods.
He crouched down and quietly looked ahead. Almost everyone was doing the same thing. Zhong Ming could feel that the spiritual energy inside the shells was becoming more abundant. The maintenance team was working like inflating a balloon, pouring more spiritual energy into the shells so that they would explode with greater power.
Zhong Ming pictured a sheepskin raft in his mind. The sheepskin had to be completely peeled off, inflated, and all the holes tied up before it could be used as a raft, which was somewhat similar to the current situation.
"What are you looking at? Number 34, if you don't know what to do, ask Number 21."
A stern reprimand rang out, and Zhong Ming immediately took out a polishing brick and began polishing the box.
Anyone can dawdle and procrastinate.
He gently brushed the mirror brick across the box, which, while not altering the engraved spiritual patterns, could increase the spiritual energy on the box, thus improving the sealing effect.
He was very slow; often, it would take one of them to complete the "filling of spiritual energy" for several cannonballs before he could finish grinding one box.
The sky was overcast, with dark clouds pressing lower and lower, but there was no sign of rain. The summer air was stifling and unbearable, filled with the rich smell of earth and freshly broken branches, mixed with the distinctive metallic smell of cannons.
When I'm really bored, any change in the outside world, any movement of a color block, becomes interesting.
Zhong Ming was so engrossed in listening to the birds fluttering away in the distance that he could almost hear them. The tense atmosphere of leaving this dangerous place contrasted sharply with his lazy demeanor.
"Hmm, eleven birds," he muttered. "At this rate, I'll have to start counting stones."
He casually put down a polished box, and suddenly, a melodious horn sound came from all directions, as if it were blowing directly from his heart.
"Prepare for battle!!!"
More than ten strong men jumped into the cave, asked a question, and then carried away a large number of shells.
Captain 01 was also relieved. He had finally finished his work. Before the cannon made any new mistakes, he only needed to lead his team to do some odd jobs.
After all, communicating with the weapon spirit is the main gunner's job, what does it have to do with me?
She looked up and saw people carrying boxes of spirit stones walking by. She thought to herself, 'Why are they carrying so many cannonballs when they usually only use spirit stone consumption mode? They go up and come down untouched, what a waste of time.'