bestfiction Chapter 292, 134th Battalion
Chapter 292, 134th Battalion
She walked quickly, her short legs clattering as she strode along. Zhong Ming took out a toothpick from somewhere and began picking her teeth with a leisurely air.
"Master Cuihong, are you full? If that's the case, we'll be even."
"Yes, that's how it's calculated."
"Then I'll go back to my post."
"Hey, wait a minute, I haven't chosen my team or captain yet. You're the host... shouldn't you guide me?" Zhong Ming's smile was incredibly irritating, especially after he had eaten his fill. He looked radiant, like a satiated leopard that had caught a mouse but wasn't going to eat it right away, but was playing with it.
"Fine, you're something else." She said it through gritted teeth.
"Fourth Miss taught her well," Zhong Ming immediately pointed out, "You're the one who said everything should be fought for, aren't you?"
She led Zhong Ming to the base of a massive, magnificent cannon, which was taller than any building Zhong Ming had ever seen, including the tower at the Sky Outpost.
Countless rooms have been built on top of this, and a settlement has formed on the cannon. If there were more civilians here, it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call it a city.
"Stop looking. You can't work here. This cannon is said to use spiritual veins as shells. Just think how powerful you need to be. We don't even have the right to touch a shell, let alone load one." The Fourth Sister spoke with great pride, using the Yanlang Army's profound foundation to crush Zhong Ming's arrogance.
Zhong Ming silently estimated how long it would take him to "polish" the entire cannon, and immediately felt a headache coming on, shaking his head and sighing.
"Hey, I'm going up here?"
"Yes, the person in charge is right here."
"Do you know which unit my brothers went to? I want to be with them."
The fourth sister waved her hand, saying it wasn't her responsibility and that she should go and ask him herself.
.....
Zhong Ming learned that Xuan Jing and Chen Dahai had both gone to the construction team of the 134th Artillery Battalion, while Chi Tong was in the observation team of that battalion. Yue Kaishan was in the 134th Shield Guard Battalion, responsible for protecting them.
Zhong Ming immediately chose to join, becoming a maintenance worker and part-time bodyguard, earning double the salary.
Under normal circumstances, when not on missions, a cultivator at the eighth level of Qi Refining would receive sixteen military merit points per month. To him, it was a drop in the bucket, but for a normal soldier, it was quite a lot.
You can exchange half a year's salary for a mid-grade magic weapon. Where else can you find such a good place?
Of course, when it comes to fighting, you can't run away; you have to fight to the death. You raise an army for a thousand days to use it for one day. Cultivators are all raised as elites.
Zhong Ming arrived at the 134th Artillery Battalion, a reserve battalion prepared for war. The reason for this preparation was that the artillery had been damaged in the last major battle and hadn't been repaired yet...
The foundry told me not to worry, my appointment would be in a month.
The cannon is ridiculously large, so the accessories are naturally large as well, requiring a large casting furnace. You'll need to make an appointment!
When Zhong Ming arrived, Xuan Jing was standing next to Chen Dahai, confronting several fierce-looking men.
"Two new recruits, little calves who don't even know how many inches a cannon barrel is, dare to mess with me? Do you know how many brothers I have? Do you know where the 34th Battalion is? That's my brother-in-law! He's a late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator. You don't understand, but I can teach you a lesson with my fists."
According to the organizational structure, the artillery of the 134th Battalion is classified as dog-class.
That's right, this cannon, which is four stories high, is considered dog-class, but it's just a fence compared to the largest cannons.
A dog-level commander is a powerful Foundation Establishment stage cultivator, capable of destroying Foundation Establishment stage cultivators. However, to contend with a Golden Core stage cultivator, a volley of attacks is still necessary.
The leader of the cultivators was extremely arrogant, but Chen Dahai remained unfazed. Late Foundation Establishment stage? I've seen more late Foundation Establishment stages than you've ever eaten salt.
"So what?" Zhong Ming strode in, drawing the attention of all the cultivators.
"Who are you?"
"I am their former captain. What can I do for you, young friend at the sixth level of Qi Refining?" Zhong Ming emphasized the realm he was referring to, looking at him with disdain.
"Fine, fine, which battalion are you from? How dare you cause trouble?"
"This is the headquarters of the Flame Wolf Army, have you forgotten?" Zhong Ming's words startled him. His backer was his brother-in-law, who was very reliable, but his brother-in-law's backer was not necessarily reliable. There was no shortage of experts here, but they were either in seclusion or leading teams on the front lines.
"Your Excellency means that what lies behind you..."
"Use your brain. We're two at the seventh level of Qi Refining and one at the eighth level. Why are you coming to the Flame Wolf Army for no reason? Has your battalion lost its mind?"
Now he was truly taken aback. He thought about it and realized that apart from having someone protecting them, there was really no good reason.
Given that Chen Dahai is from Wanbing Valley, it's hard to say.
He puffed out his chest as if to encourage himself, forcibly mustering his momentum, and demanded, "Hmph, stop playing tricks! Just say it, who is above me?"
Zhong Ming and Xuan Jing simultaneously labeled him in their minds: idiot.
"You have no right to know this. I can guarantee that if something happens to me here, more than one Golden Core cultivator will come. If they can't handle it, a Nascent Soul expert will step in."
Zhong Ming spoke casually, but with a strong sense of threat. He stared directly at the group of people in front of him and asked calmly, "Do you want to settle this among yourselves, or do you want to take it up to the higher-ups?"
This put him in a difficult position. It's common to give newcomers a hard time, and it's normal for these people to be taught a lesson if they don't respect it. What's strange is that these people are particularly high-minded, and his brother-in-law hasn't done anything about it.
He was in a bit of a dilemma when Zhong Ming spoke up.
"Since you've brought nine men, how about this: the three of us will take on all nine of you. In literature, there's no first place, but in martial arts, there's no second. Let's settle things in the military in the military way, shall we?"
"Who are you exactly?"
"Me? I'm just an ordinary recruit, working under your brother-in-law." Zhong Ming put his hands behind his back, a slight smile playing on his lips, making the other man uneasy.
This doesn't look like someone who's here to join the army; it looks like someone sent by superiors to conduct an inspection.
Since he said so, then fine, nine against three isn't enough?
They were no rabble. Although their combat strength was far inferior to that of the Canglang Army and Tianlang Army, they often practiced military formations, especially small-scale formations. In the Yanlang Army, where internal strife was rampant, small-scale formations were actually more effective.
"Alright, come with me. Let's go to the training ground and have a fight. Regardless of who wins or loses, whoever makes a sound is a coward. Medical expenses are their own responsibility, and anyone who kills will be dealt with according to military law." The man laid out the rules and stood there. The other followers immediately understood and adjusted their positions, forming a nine-man scramble formation.