bestfiction Chapter 276 Ranking
Chapter 276 Ranking
The highest commander of the corner tower is back, and he's back alive!
The powerful cultivator, his face covered in blood, roared as he charged into the battlefield, slaughtering the enemy like a whirlwind sweeping away fallen leaves. His angry eyes were bloodshot; he had just lost his closest brother and his best disciple.
The warriors who went to the remains of the Giant Bone Dark Abyss Fish were all single-handed assaults. For them, the enemy's counterattack would kill them if they were caught off guard. The only chance was to charge into the enemy ranks unscathed.
He failed, but his apprentice succeeded.
The thunderbolt he threw, along with the entire half-fish skeleton, turned into dust on the horizon.
The shadow of death swept along the city walls, the flames burned out, the dark waters receded, leaving only a desolate land and shattered soldiers.
He stood on the cracked city bricks, turned slightly, and looked at his soldiers. They were lying down, leaning against something, or standing, but none of them were kneeling.
"Yes, all of you are great."
......
The merfolk's attack has ended; at least for Zhong Ming and his group, the war is over.
They will return to the place where they were assessed as new recruits, but most of them will be carried back.
Yue Kaishan risked his life to hold off two merfolk for Matt. His entire body was covered in skin, and he was barely breathing. If treatment had come any later, he would have been able to see the spirits of the Yue family's past generations.
Xuan Jing's skin was almost glued to his armor. After enduring the terrifying attack, the armor was dented in countless places, pressing on his internal organs. He couldn't even lie flat on the stretcher.
Akame's condition was alright. Thanks to the second captain and Chen Dahai's desperate protection, they were the only team to achieve results in this extremely short defensive battle.
As for Matt...
Matt was the most active, and although his injuries were minor, he waved and shouted as the medical monks arrived, "Save this one first!" (pointing to Zhong Ming)
He didn't know how much time had passed, but when Zhong Ming awoke, the first thing he saw wasn't Yue Kaishan's large face, nor the concerned gaze of the medical cultivator, but rather...
Old Bear.
All the surviving recruits gathered here.
Because... the recruit assessment is over.
Matt and Akame stood at the very front of their respective teams, as if they were the captains.
Of course, in the eyes of others, these two looked like dutiful sons and grandsons walking at the front of a funeral procession.
Which team has almost completely collapsed?
The Yan family's troops vanished without a trace, never to be seen again. Even in the military's records, they were listed as missing during the war.
Of course, the list of missing persons in this war was quite targeted. Anyway, no one could understand why the entire Yan family was wiped out in the war, all of them were killed.
The cultivators from Huling County stood imposingly, their disdainful gazes sweeping over everyone around them. They were all injured, yet they were all able to stand.
We, the men of Huling County, are made of iron, with spines cast in steel!
Old Xiong finished his last sip of wine, wiped his mouth, and said, "Hmm, very good. You have now officially experienced the missions that regular troops would encounter. Perhaps some of you will encounter boring missions, perhaps some will encounter easy missions, and perhaps some will encounter dangerous missions. Don't complain, because this is your daily life as soldiers of Yunzhou."
He put down his wine bowl, stood up, and his imposing figure exuded an unspoken aura of power, causing even the proudest team to bow their heads at that moment.
“Some of you have lost your comrades. I will not tell you not to be sad, nor will I tell you to just cry. I will only say get used to it. This is the army. If you are not happy, you can get out now. This is your last chance to leave the army. Once you enter the military, it is not so easy to leave.”
His gaze was sharp, like that of an ancient giant bear turning its eyes, searching for its next prey.
Everyone had only one feeling: if any of them dared to utter a single word, they would be sent flying the next moment.
He paced among the soldiers, pausing before the wounded. The chill of the mountaintop was dispelled by his every step, and the places he passed through were warm as spring.
Zhong Ming blinked and struggled to raise his hand.
"Lie down properly. The army of Yunzhou will not mistreat the brave soldiers who fight the enemy."
He left with a single sentence, perhaps the only "good word" spoken during the entire event, and slowly departed.
For him, judging which one is the talent has become more difficult.
These peerless geniuses are so hard to find! Who is it that the bell is ringing for? There are really no mortals here. It can't be a mortal ascending to immortality. Look, apart from this one with the missing arm, everyone else has broken through their cultivation level to some extent. How could they be mortals?
But even the most outstanding geniuses weren't seen.
All four members of Zhong Ming's team were lying down, so they didn't seem to be people with exceptional combat talent.
Given their age, they certainly aren't exceptionally talented individuals.
Look, that little girl in the corner. She's already at the mid-stage of Qi Refining at the age of twelve. She's the kind of talent that's being groomed for special training. There are many legends about exceptionally talented people in the army: Foundation Establishment in a hundred days, Golden Core at twenty-two, Nascent Soul at a hundred—all of them are people with extraordinary talent.
That leaves only one possibility: there must be someone here with a heart as hard as steel and a temperament as firm as a rock. This is the hardest to find.
Throughout history, there have been many such people who survived to the end and stood at the pinnacle of the cultivation world. Among them, the most legendary was the powerful being known as the Sage of Ten Thousand Books. This title is a homophone for "one win out of ten thousand losses," truly representing an unbreakable will.
There were no cowards among these four; none of them could even eliminate a single wrong option.
"Now, after joint review by the battlefield observation group, the merit department, and the battlefield cleanup group, the merit points and team rankings for each party are determined as follows..."
The soldiers from Huling County won first place and qualified for military academy.
Surprisingly, Zhong Ming's team came in second place.
"Second place: Master Cuihong, cultivator Xuanjing, cultivator Yue Kaishan, and cultivator Chen Dahai, totaling 6,944 military merit points."
Zhong Ming blinked, puzzled, but too weak to speak.
Did Ye Lanjiang's team end up carrying the burden? That shouldn't be the case; Matt and his group killed just as many as we did.
.....
They heard Matt's name when they were twentieth.
Zhong Ming laboriously moved his head to look at Matt, who stood ramrod straight, showing no remorse.
Afterwards, Zhong Ming asked him about it, and his reply was, "Your team has four people, and our team only has three. You'll definitely get more prizes than us. Just don't forget to share some with us."