After all the monks stood up one by one, the sergeant said slowly: "My name is Fang, and I will be the centurion of your camp from today on. According to the army number, we all belong to the No. 100 recruit camp."
"Here, I don't care which sect you are an outstanding disciple, or how strong your backers are. As long as you enter the new barracks, you must look like soldiers. From tomorrow on, I will start training you. I hope you can Cooperate, and if you fail to meet my expectations, you will immediately quit the army and go back and forth wherever you come from!"
The tone was so cold that all the hundreds of monks felt a chill in their hearts, and some of the monks had a hint of disdain in their eyes.
Fangs saw them all and said calmly: "These trainings are all small skills on the battlefield. Once you learn them, they will be of great help to combat, concealment, retreat, etc. on the battlefield. Even if you leave the army in the future, you will still be able to use them." It greatly increases combat effectiveness.”
"War will come at any time, and we must be prepared. From now on, no matter how tired we are, we must get up before midnight every day, and return to the camp before midnight during non-combat times. If anyone violates the rules, military merit will be deducted at the slightest, and the punishment will be severely punished!"
"You guys still have any questions? If not, then start training!" Fang finally said.
Several monks asked some questions, but they were all unrelated to training. After Fangs answered them one by one, they started training.
He took everyone to the mountains behind the camp and into a dense forest, and then said: "The training includes many aspects, such as sealing one's own cultivation, using only physical strength to run long distances, sprinting in short bursts, sneaking, tracking, Several tips for applying spiritual consciousness, etc.”
"The star world, especially the land of monsters, has a very complicated environment. In some places, the immortal power, spiritual consciousness, five senses, etc. will be suppressed, leaving only physical strength to be used, and sometimes a battle lasts for a long time. All strength will be consumed, and we must learn how to better save strength consumption, restore physical strength, etc.!"
"Means such as stealth tracking must be mastered, because no one knows when you will be alone or in trouble on the battlefield. If you cannot sneak, you will be a clear target and the most vulnerable to attack. "
"Tracking can lock the target through some clues, and cooperate with stealth to better kill the monsters. There are also tips on applying divine consciousness, etc. These trainings will not directly improve your strength, but will greatly enhance it. 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, and survivability is also an important part, as well as wisdom, Comprehensive planning and other aspects.”
"I hope that in a year or a few years, half of you will still be alive on the battlefield!"
The sonorous tone made the lazy monks immediately alert. Half of the monks survived, and the death rate was too high. The monks were whispering to each other, and some even regretted accepting the mission and coming to the battlefield.
Fangs saw all this and said coldly: "Okay, from now on, seal all your cultivation and rush up this mountain range within one stick of incense!"
Everyone was stunned for a moment, but soon came to their senses, and no one knew who it was who made a loud noise, and rushed towards the top of the mountain range.
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Cheng Ling was originally ranked at the end of the team, but his powerful physical training skills soon showed his advantage. In less than a moment, he rushed from the end of the team to the front. He was far ahead, running wildly, and was the first to reach the top of the mountain.
Fang followed the middle of the team, taking in everything in sight, nodding secretly in his mind. After rushing to the mountain, he announced that everyone should bear at least one thousand kilograms of weight and rushed down the mountain again.
Only then did the monks understand that it is easy to go up the mountain but difficult to go down. Only Cheng Ling was almost walking on flat ground. His physique is much stronger than that of ordinary monks. Even those who practice martial arts cannot compare with him. What's more, he also has powerful body skills. Although he cannot use them, it is much easier to go down the mountain.
A whole morning was spent running around the mountains. In the afternoon, we also examined corresponding methods such as sneaking, erasing traces, tracking, etc.
Cheng Ling was like the surface of the sea, constantly absorbing everything Tuya taught him and becoming increasingly proficient in those little techniques and methods.
The day passed quickly, and everyone returned to the camp dripping with sweat. In the same room as Cheng Ling was a monk who had come before. According to him, he was a disciple of the Wushuang Sect. His cultivation was in the Eight-Star Void Immortal Realm like Cheng Ling, and his name was Yan Wushuang.
He looked at Cheng Ling with envy and said, "Brother Cheng, your physique and understanding are so strong. I found that you can quickly master the skills taught by the centurion."
Cheng Ling sighed: "I think what he said is very good. Only by strengthening your own strength can you survive on the battlefield. You never know when these techniques will have great effects. Therefore, I advise you to take it seriously. , after all, there is only one life.”
Yan Wushuang nodded and accepted the instruction, and the two of them calmed down and reflected on the day's training experience.
At three quarters of the next day, Cheng Ling and Yan Wushuang got up early. After washing up, they walked out of the room. They saw Fangs waiting in the tent for a long time. There were also some monks who came out early like them, but there were still a small number of monks. , still staying in the room.
Fangs was silent, and when it was Chen time, he said loudly: "Those who get up will go up the mountain first, and the remaining monks will each receive one hundred military sticks. If they are not punctual tomorrow, they will be directly raised 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, obviously they were being tortured with military sticks.
Cheng Ling and others left the camp and headed towards the mountains. They accidentally looked back and saw that a dozen monks were being pinned to the ground. Next to them, there was a sergeant holding a mace-like long sword that exuded a trace of purple thunder. The stick hit him hard.
Some monks shuddered in excitement. It turned out that this was the so-called "military stick". It seemed that it was definitely not easy to bear!
Cheng Ling secretly smiled in his heart. He really wanted to enjoy this military stick. The power of thunder might even help him practice. But just thinking about it, he doesn't have the tendency to be abused.
One day of training passed quickly. On the third day, the monks were more obedient and strictly abided by the rules set by the fangs. The entire centurion was slowly transforming into a regular army.
Soon, half a month passed. The war never came, but training was still frequent. During this half-month period, the Centurion Team basically became very familiar with each other. Cheng Ling even praised Cheng Ling because of his good results. Gradually,
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Among the centurions there were many monks who supported him.
He was entrusted to be the spokesperson for many matters and went to communicate with the fangs. After going back and forth, the two of them became familiar with each other.
On this day, half a month of practice came to an end. Everyone had made great progress. Fang was very compassionate and allowed everyone to rest for a day. Everyone was overjoyed and dispersed one after another. Some wanted to go to those palaces to see what interesting places there were, while others returned to their rooms and fell asleep.
Cheng Ling wandered to Fangya's room and walked in without waiting for a knock on the door.
Fang Ya was lying on the bed. When he saw him coming in, he smiled and said, "Why, you are used to my dark face after seeing it for more than half a month, and you can't help but miss me after being apart for a day?"
Fangya is different from Cheng Ling. Cheng Ling is a disciple of the sect, but he has been in the military camp since he was a child and has been struggling for hundreds of years. He is very satisfied when he reaches the position of centurion. In his own words, Being able to live till now is a blessing from heaven!
And his fighting style is also very practical. Cheng Ling has seen him take action before, and he seems to be following the path of a martial artist. Every move is aimed at killing the enemy, and there is absolutely no showiness. In terms of strength, he is much stronger than ordinary Xuanxian monks from sects.
But compared with those sects with strong inheritance, they fell behind. After all, his combat skills were all acquired in actual combat on the battlefield, and too high-end inheritance is simply out of reach. Don't think that there is a inheritance hall in the military camp. The military merits required to redeem the classics stored there are astronomical. How can he, a little centurion, get it?
Cheng Ling smiled slightly, found the only chair in the room, sat down, and said, "Centurion, after half a month of training, I have some ideas that I want to talk to you about!"
Fangs waved his hand and said: "I have a rest today, so you don't have to be polite, just call me by my name! You are extremely talented and knowledgeable, and you are from a five-star sect. Your future achievements will definitely be higher than mine, and I need you. Take good care of me!"
Cheng Ling smiled, no longer being polite, and said: "Okay! Fangs, most of the training in the past half month is focused on individual soldier abilities. Although everyone has been greatly improved, compared to the hundred of us as a whole, But the improvement is not big, do you agree?"
Tuya pondered for a while, nodded and said: "Yes, I know this too, but the current situation is not optimistic. We can only try to strengthen their personal strength, hoping to save a life on the battlefield. You don't know, this year, We have experienced a total of four battles, and I have led four Centuries."
"But what is the result? You have also seen that the dozen or so people who were added to your group of monks are the ones who survived, not even twenty! Maybe you still can't understand that the colleagues on the battlefield and the rest Friendships are different from moment to moment.”
"At first, every time I lost a soldier, I would be heartbroken for a long time. Later, more and more people died, and I gradually became like this now. I am a little numb to death, but I still don't want them to die on the battlefield again!"
Cheng Ling secretly sighed, Fang Ya's words could be described as a true portrayal of any soldier who had experienced the battlefield.
It's not that they are indifferent, but they simply don't know when they will be buried underground like their dead comrades. They can only do their best to pass on their experience and skills of escaping from several battlefields, hoping to be useful to the new recruits. Be helpful and finally survive the war!
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