bestfiction Chapter 289 This little girl is really unlucky to have met you.
Chapter 289 This little girl is really unlucky to have met you.
Several hours later, the number of people here grew larger and larger. About two hours after the start, a large number of people began to enter, and cultivators seemed to be coming in wholesale, all rushing in at once.
The key is that when people come in and see that the second-place winner is here, they quickly go up to try and build a relationship with the big shot.
The four of them surrounded Akame, and outside they were surrounded by a large group of fans, which squeezed the young girl in charge of reception out of the way.
Another incense stick's time passed before the selection of the seven armies finally ended, and everyone generally got the results they wanted.
Next comes the selection process for each department.
For example, would you rather be a human conveyor belt in logistics, spending your days "building up" for a pittance, or would you rather have sharp eyes, your gaze reddened by the gunfire, and be an observer? Or perhaps you could lie in wait at the front, acting as a dangerous guide for artillery fire?
Zhong Ming didn't need to think much; he was sure he'd get a job in the maintenance department. And because of his strong physique and decent combat skills, he could even get a part-time job as a close "bodyguard" for the artillerymen.
Generally speaking, they are completely idle, and they would have to cross Yue Kaishan's shield guard battalion's defensive line before they would be qualified to threaten the artillery.
After finishing their business, a large group of people squeezed onto the flying boat and soon arrived at the camp.
Zhong Ming's team was given priority in the meeting and had the right to choose, but he did not make a decision on the spot because Zhong Ming was in a hurry to go into seclusion.
Rather than going into seclusion right after getting to know one's superiors and allies, it's better to go into seclusion first and then go, thus avoiding giving anyone grounds for criticism.
The Flame Wolf Army's camp was very crowded. They had the largest military camp, as well as the largest number of logistics personnel and storage supplies.
Other camps only need to provide soldiers with quiet rooms for cultivation and some necessary places; the existence of storage bags greatly reduces transportation costs.
The problem is that there's no way to use storage bags in the Flame Wolf Army.
On the way, Zhong Ming could see a cluster of cities in the distance. The buildings were tall and strangely structured, and he could see blurry figures chatting on the balcony. The long street below looked undulating, as if a town had been built on a mountain.
Then he was told that it was a plain, the flattest plain in the area.
Cannons—each massive building is a powerful spiritual cannon. One shot hits, and the formation shakes; two shots crack the city walls; three shots pierce the sky, leveling everything.
Every cannon here has a glorious record; each one has annihilated countless enemies and utterly destroyed cities.
This is the true location of the nation's most important military equipment, personally overseen by a Nascent Soul stage military leader, and is the headquarters of the Flame Wolf Army.
Well, you little guys shouldn't even think about operating these giant cannons. You can't even fly them away, and you can't even get into the command room. See those little "fences" down there? Those are the small cannons you're playing with.
Only when they got closer could they see clearly that even the smallest cannons they were pointing at were several heads taller than Yue Kaishan.
Upon arriving at his destination, he bid farewell to his brothers. The young girl who had been hosting him personally led him to the meditation room.
Setting up a quiet room for the Flame Wolf Army is no easy task; there are just too many people there.
There are only so many spiritual veins under the earth's veins here. Even if a Nascent Soul stage military lord has the ability to move mountains and fill seas and brings in a few new spiritual veins, the supply here still cannot meet the demand.
She spoke softly and gently, completely unlike her "rough" manner when they first met.
"I know the manager here, I'll take you there."
He tugged at Zhong Ming's sleeve and walked forward, squeezing through crowds, leaving Zhong Ming bewildered.
This little girl spoke gently, but her movements became wild; she really didn't hold back when she squeezed in, bowing her head and pushing her way in.
"Hey, hey, line up! First come, first served, you know?"
"You don't understand my ass. I'm not here to make an appointment, why should I wait in line?"
After she yelled at them a few times, these people actually mistook her for an office worker and made way for her to go in.
Once inside the staff passage, which was a bit more spacious, she said to Zhong Ming, "There are many soldiers in the Flame Wolf Army. If you want something, you have to fight for it, even if it means fighting until you're bloodied. This is a place where the strong rise to the top. Don't treat it like you did when you were a recruit, where the instructors would handle everything for you. Here, it's already a good thing if your superiors don't take your things."
While pulling him along, she shouted at the top of her lungs, "Management office, I'm here again! Hurry up and get a good room, at least a Class C one, quick!"
"Oh dear, there really aren't any Class C apartments left, only Class D apartments... Oh no!"
A fat man with a big head and ears crawled out of the small door in front, wiping his sweat with a handkerchief and complaining. He only realized he had been tricked when he saw Zhong Ming.
"Hey, you."
“A Class D room is a Class D room, you said it, this is a truly distinguished guest.” She smiled slyly, jumped up and patted the fat man’s thick chest.
The two had a good relationship, and the man didn't mind. He looked Zhong Ming up and down and asked, "And this gentleman is...?"
"Second among the new recruits, Master Cuihong."
"Oh, nice to meet you. Seventh level of Qi Refining, huh? You're quite skilled. Looks like you've struck gold in this Seven Armies Tournament. Hey, who's the first place winner?"
"First, didn't First go to military academy?"
"Oh, right, the first one is to go to military school... wait!" The fat man was startled and suddenly stumbled backward, crashing into the wall behind him, his fat jiggling like waves.
"What are you? The team that ranked second in the overall recruit assessment?"
Zhong Ming seemed somewhat helpless. Why did the Yanlang Army all have this expression when they learned his identity?
"Yes, it was just luck, just luck."
"Brother, wait for me, I'll get you a Class C room right away. I'll put the money on my tab. I, Pei Qiu, am known for my many good friends, and I will never mistreat any soldier."
The girl looked at him with disdain, pounding her chest loudly. "Is that your favor?"
"Come on, that's just empty talk. If I didn't reimburse you for your spot, would you dare?"
"Ahem, it's not important, brother, wait a moment, I'll get it for you right away."
The fat man took Zhong Ming's music score and disappeared through the small door in a flash.
Zhong Ming peered inside, only to find complete darkness.
"Stop looking, have some sense of privacy, okay?" The girl crossed her arms and leaned against the wall, looking quite mature.
Zhong Ming didn't mind and casually asked, "What's your name?"
"Hey, can you be a little more polite when asking a girl's name?"
"What's your name? You owe me a meal." (Zhong Ming thought, "Then I'll ask as a creditor.")