After all the monks had stood up one by one, the sergeant said slowly: "My name is Fang, and from today onwards I am the centurion of your tent, and according to the military number, you belong to the 100th recruit battalion. ”

"Here, I don't care which sect you are an outstanding disciple of, and no matter how strong a backer you have behind you, as long as you settle in the new barracks, you must look like a soldier. From tomorrow, I will start training you, and I hope you can cooperate, and if you fail to meet my expectations, you will immediately withdraw from the army, and go back and forth from where!"

The tone was cold, and all the hundred monks were in their hearts, and a few monks showed a trace of disdain in their eyes.

Fangs all looked at it in his eyes, and said indifferently: "These trainings are all small skills on the battlefield, after you learn them, they will be of great help to the battle, concealment, retreat, etc. in the battlefield, even if you leave the army in the future, it will also have a great bonus to combat power." ”

"War can come at any time, and we must be prepared. In the future, no matter how tired you are, you must get up before the hour every day, and return to the camp before the hour when the battle is not fighting.

"You guys, if you have any questions, if not, then start training!" Fang finally said.

Several monks asked some questions, but they were all unrelated to training, and after Fangfang answered them one by one, he began to train.

He took everyone to the mountain range behind the camp and came to a dense forest, and then said: "Training involves many aspects, such as sealing one's own cultivation, running long distances using only physical strength, short-distance burst sprints, stealth, tracking, several small techniques for the application of divine consciousness, and so on. ”

"The Star Realm, especially the Land of the Demon Clan, has a very complicated environment. In some places, the immortal power, divine sense, five senses, etc. will be suppressed, and only the physical strength can be used, and sometimes a big battle lasts for a long time, and all the power will be consumed, and we must learn how to better save the consumption of strength and the recovery of physical strength, etc!"

"And methods such as stealth tracking and so on must be mastered, because no one knows when on the battlefield when you are alone or in trouble, you will not sneak, which is equivalent to a clear target and the easiest to attack. ”

"Tracking can use some clues to lock on to the target, and cooperate with stealth to better kill the demon clan. There are also tips for the application of divine sense, etc., these trainings will not directly improve your strength, but will greatly enhance your survivability!"

"In the battlefield of blood and fire, surviving is the strongest manifestation of ability. A truly powerful monk is composed of many aspects, direct strength is only one part of it, survivability is also an important part, and there are also wisdom, scheming and other aspects of the combination. ”

"I hope that in a year or years, half of you will still be on the battlefield!"

The sonorous tone made the lazy monks suddenly vigilant, half of the monks survived, and the mortality rate was too high. The monks whispered and exchanged words, and some even regretted accepting the mission and coming to the battlefield.

Fangs saw all these in his eyes, and said coldly: "Okay, from now on, seal all your cultivation, and rush up to this mountain range with a stick of incense!"

Everyone was stunned for a moment, but soon came to their senses, and they didn't know who made a loud shout and rushed towards the top of the mountain range.

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Cheng Ling was originally at the end of the line, but the powerful body refining cultivation quickly showed his advantage, and in less than a moment, he rushed directly from the end of the team to the front, and was far ahead, running all the way, and rushing to the top of the mountain range first.

Fangs followed the middle of the group, taking in everything, nodding inwardly. After rushing to the mountains, he announced that each person was carrying at least a thousand catties of weight, and rushed down the mountain again.

It was only then that the monks understood what it meant to be easy to go up the mountain and difficult to get down. Only Cheng Ling is almost on the ground. His physique was already much stronger than that of ordinary monks, even those martial cultivators could not compare with him, not to mention that there was a powerful body, although it could not be used, but it was much easier to descend the mountain.

All morning, running wild on the mountains. In the afternoon, he examined the corresponding means of stealth, erasure of traces, tracking, etc.

Cheng Ling is like the surface of the sea, constantly absorbing everything that Fangs teach, and constantly mastering those small skills and methods.

The day passed quickly, and everyone returned to the camp sweating profusely. In the same room as Cheng Ling was a monk who came before, according to him, he was a disciple of the Wushuang Sect, and his cultivation was the same as Cheng Ling, and he was also an eight-star void fairyland, named Yan Wushuang.

He looked at Cheng Ling enviously and said, "Brother Cheng, your physique and understanding are so strong, I found that the skills taught by the centurion can be mastered quickly." ”

Cheng Ling sighed: "One thing I think he said is very good, only by enhancing one's own strength can one survive on the battlefield, and I don't know when these skills will have great results." Therefore, I advise you to take it seriously as well, after all, there is only one life. ”

Yan Wushuang nodded and was taught, and the two calmed down and recalled the day's training experience.

At three o'clock the next day, Cheng Ling and Yan Wushuang got up early, freshened up and walked out of the room, and saw that Fangfang was already waiting in the tent, and there were some monks who came out early like them, but there were still a small number of monks who were still staying in the room.

Fangs were silent, and when it was time to arrive, he said loudly: "Those who get up go up the mountain first, and the rest of the monks will each receive a hundred military sticks, and if they are not punctual tomorrow, they will directly rise to five hundred military sticks." ”

As soon as the words fell, a large group of sergeants rushed in from outside the tent, woke up the monks who were still in the room one by one, and dragged them out of the tent. Soon, screams came from outside, apparently under the punishment of military sticks.

Cheng Ling and the others left the tent and walked towards the mountain range, and when they turned around, they saw that the dozen or so monks were being pressed to the ground, and there were sergeants beside them holding a mace, exuding a long stick of purple thunder and smashing it fiercely.

Some monks shivered, it turned out that this was the so-called "military stick", it seemed that it was not easy to bear!

Cheng Ling smiled secretly in his heart, he really wanted to enjoy this military stick, the power of thunder, maybe he could help himself cultivate. But this is also to think about it, so he has no masochistic tendencies.

The day's training passed quickly, and by the third day, the monks were more obedient and strictly followed the rules set by Fangs, and the whole hundred-man team was slowly transforming in the direction of the regular army.

Soon, half a month passed, and the war never came, but the training was still frequent. In the past half a month, the 100-person team has basically become very familiar, and Cheng Ling is full of praise for his fangs because of his good results, gradually

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There were many friars in the hundreds.

A lot of things were entrusted to him as a spokesperson, and he went to communicate with Fangfang. came and went, and the two became acquainted with each other.

On this day, half a month of cultivation came to an end temporarily, and everyone made great progress, and Fangfang showed great mercy and allowed everyone to rest for a day. Everyone was overjoyed, and they scattered one after another, some wanted to go to those palaces to see what was interesting, and some went back to their rooms to sleep.

Cheng Ling came to Fang's room in a staggering manner, and walked in without knocking on the door.

Fangs were reclining on the bed, and when he saw him come in, he smiled and said, "What's the matter, I've been used to my black face for more than half a month, and I can't help but miss it after a day of separation?"

Fangs are different from Cheng Ling, Cheng Ling is a disciple of the sect, and he has been in the military camp since he was a child, and he has been in the military camp for a hundred years, and he is already very satisfied with the position of centurion, in his own words, it is a blessing of heaven to be able to live until now!

And his fighting style is also very practical, Cheng Ling has seen him make a move, and he seems to be on the path of martial arts, every move and style is aimed at killing the enemy, and there is no showmanship. In terms of strength, it is much stronger than ordinary Xuan Immortal Realm cultivators from ordinary sects.

But compared with those sects with strong inheritance, they are falling behind. After all, his combat skills are all obtained in actual combat on the battlefield, and too high-end inheritance cannot be touched at all. Don't think that there is a inheritance hall in the barracks, and the military merit value required for the exchange of classics in the treasury is astronomical, where can he get it as a small centurion.

Cheng Ling smiled slightly, found the only chair in the room and sat aside, and said, "Centurion, after this half a month of training, I have some ideas and want to talk to you!"

Fangs waved his hand and said, "Today's rest, you don't have to be polite, just call me by my name! Your talent and understanding are extremely strong, and you are from a five-star sect, and your future achievements are definitely above me, and I want you to take care of me!"

Cheng Ling smiled, no longer polite, and said: "Okay! Fang, most of the training in this half month is for the practice of individual soldier ability, although everyone has been greatly improved, but compared to our 100 people as a whole, it has not improved much, do you agree?"

Fangs groaned a little, nodded and said: "Yes, I also know this, but the current situation is not optimistic, I can only try to strengthen their personal strength, hoping to save a life on the battlefield, you don't know, there have been four major battles in the past year, and I have led four teams of hundreds." ”

"But what is the result? You have also seen that the dozen or so people who were added to your group of monks at the beginning have survived, not even twenty! ”

"At first, I would be heartbroken for a long time for every time I lost a soldier, but then more and more people died, and I gradually became the way I am now, a little numb to death, but I still don't want them to die on the battlefield again!"

Cheng Ling sighed secretly, Fang's words can be said to be a true portrayal of any soldier who has experienced the battlefield.

They are not indifferent and ruthless, but they don't know when they will be buried in the ground like those dead comrades, and they can only do their best to pass on the experience and skills of several battlefield escapes, hoping to help those recruits and finally survive the war!

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