Chapter 232: Combat Methods and War Songs, Fourth War Corps Qin Huai'en!

The "Bing Fa Combat Method" created by Commander Qin is an endless long road.

Even someone at Deputy Commander Lao He's level has surprisingly not touched the threshold of Great Perfection.

One can imagine how terrifying the difficulty is.

"Teacher Liang, do you think I can do it?"

Qin Shi scratched his head; no matter how high-spirited and confident he was, he would not believe he could measure up to Deputy Commander Lao He.

One must know, He Lanchan and Qi Wuxiang are already peerless in their elegance, looking down on several millennia, supreme existences standing at the peak of the stars.

Yet the two of them still have no small distance from that step of the Martial God.

While Commander Qin and Deputy Commander Lao He, this pair of brothers, created a dual Martial God legend that looks down on the galaxy.

Letting the Fourth War Corps sweep through all major star domains, invincible wherever they went.

Where that Red Sword Banner stands tall, even Star Gods must wail and fall.

"The most brilliant Old He among the First Generation Ten Greats was merely a student accepted by Deputy Commander Lao He."

Qin Shi considered; if he chose to mainly cultivate the "Bing Fa Combat Method," never mind Great Perfection, whether he could replicate that Deputy Commander Lao He and grind to six thousand layers was unknown.

"Your Hundred Aspects Refining Momentum and Ru Shen Ti haven't been raised to the limit either; roughly three hundred to five hundred layers of the 'Bing Fa Combat Method' should be enough to form suppression."

Yet Lao Liang was full of confidence; as He Lanchan's number one fanboy, he believed Qin Shi was not inferior by much.

At least at the same age, his own disciple's achievements were higher.

Seven Great Limits of the Flesh, four passes broken through.

This shocking cultivation speed directly catches up to Qi Wuxiang!

Legend has it that that one looked down on the galaxy for nearly a thousand years, the great demon king who stood at the peak of the stars the longest.

Broke through five great limits at twenty years old!

Before thirty, began a life of being unrivaled under the Martial God!

"I'll give it a try."

Qin Shi considered seriously.

He operated the "Bing Fa Combat Method"; he had not practiced this inheritance much.

Because it comes from the Fourth War Corps, itself born from the great battlefield crucible.

One must experience bloody battles and killing, temper the mortal body and hundred bones, burn one life node after another.

Ultimately achieve complete penetration, arrangement and integration, like a newborn universe after chaos opened.

Whether from conception or power, the "Bing Fa Combat Method" truly deserves its name.

Called an "SSS-grade Martial Art"!

But during cultivation, it extracts potential too ruthlessly, practically draining the pond to catch the fish.

Too many life nodes lit up; every operation excessively consumes the mortal body's blood and qi.

In a sense, it is very like the Seven Great Limits of the Flesh, belonging to a road of no regret where stepping out makes it hard to turn back.

"Xiao Shi, I heard Teacher Lin say you refused the Four Great National Universities' olive branches?"

Lao Liang strongly recommended Qin Shi mainly cultivate the "Bing Fa Combat Method," also with another layer of consideration.

If his own disciple doesn't walk the Four Great National Universities path, perhaps he can choose a War Corps.

"Mm. Considering all factors, the Four Great National Universities aren't necessarily suitable for me. Admittedly, they are Dongxia's top academies, with resources and foundation unmatched.

But that equally means once I accept those rich and tempting resource tilts, I'll be labeled, even shackled, doing anything with hands and feet bound."

Qin Shi did not hide his inner thoughts, speaking frankly with Lao Liang:

"As the Nanhuang Dao Guan Disciple, I'll take over Old Zhang's shift in the future; if fettered by the Four Great National Universities' academic cliques, the permit to don armor and wield weapons with hundred no taboos becomes a blank sheet, losing the Dao Guan Master's greatest deterrence.

Secondly, I have no backer in the Four Great National Universities; the North China Imperial Capital has nobles clustered, the Southwest United has generals in groups, the Revolutionary Tongwen conglomerates everywhere; only the relatively quiet Yangchen Museum does mechanical inventions, can't mix together with them."

Lao Liang nodded, eyes containing praise.

Mainly the Four Great National Universities' halo is too dazzling; any student stepping on the high school senior threshold, once receiving an admission notice, is like a carp leaping the dragon gate, from then on no longer ordinary, placed anywhere can draw others' envy and jealousy.

Qin Shi being able to discard the easily obtained Four Great National Universities, and instead peacefully settle down, objectively speaking, is extremely difficult.

Glory and limelight, the younger the more one wants to grasp them.

"Have you considered the War Corps path?"

Lao Liang asked.

That face carved by years with vicissitudes traces revealed an inexplicable radiance.

"If you're willing, I can think of a way."

Lao Liang finally doesn't plan to hide his "Soldier King" identity anymore!

Qin Shi's heart stirred slightly.

He had actually never discussed this aspect with Lao Liang before.

Probing someone's past is like tearing open once bloody scabbed scars.

Belongs to impolite behavior.

"Teacher Liang, you have connections?"

Qin Shi feigned curiosity and asked.

"I used to be a soldier, know some people, have a few old comrades with decent friendship."

Lao Liang scratched the back of his head, his confidence seemingly not too sufficient.

He actually couldn't be sure either; after experiencing those things, the Fourth War Corps' attitude toward himself.

"No rush, Teacher Liang, wait until Hengzhou's full-scale Great Expansion movement ends, then consider future problems."

Qin Shi waved his hand; the Great Expansion lasts about half a year.

By the time it nears its end, he'll have to take the College Entrance Exam.

Only then would he need to think about a way out for the future.

"As long as one's strength is great enough, there will be enough choices."

Qin Shi firmly believed this.

"When Senior Zhang returns, let him plan something for you."

Lao Liang said conservatively.

He planned to write a letter to the headquarters of the Fourth War Corps after Hengzhou was fully unsealed.

As a veteran, he possessed the "recommendation qualification" for the Vanguard Company.

"The War Corps is good in every way, but it's too bitter. The great furnace of war is cruel and merciless; I just worry he won't be able to hold out."

Lao Liang recalled the past, being selected into the Vanguard Company, taking a spaceship or driving a Divine Machine to various frontier regions to carry out missions.

Vassal Creatures, the Chaos Camp, dark civilizations... these were all hostile forces.

A little carelessness would lead to an end more miserable than death.

After all, there was never a shortage of experts who played with souls here.

So vanguards were often issued a Glory Bullet.

For dying for the country!

"The years of glory."

Lao Liang's gaze was tranquil, his throat couldn't help but move, and the alcohol he had quit became addictive again.

Qin Shi saw through it, so he smiled and said:

"Teacher Liang, I'll drink a few cups with you, prepare some side dishes, and we can chat about your days in the army."

Watching Qin Shi's eager back as he went out and downstairs, Lao Liang laughed heartily.

He slapped his knees with his palm and hummed softly the war song taught by his squad leader:

"Armor rings, gazing at the Star Sea, beacon fires not yet extinguished. Sword edge points, the Netherworld coldly whistles, holy flames gradually exhausted."

"Blood stains the walls of Ziwei Yuan, relight the star torches to illuminate the universe... wait from the beginning, clear the old Star River, toward the Heavenly Gate!"

"A great undertaking for ten thousand ages, how could it end! The Great Expedition, wash away the filthy abominations!"

The patrol war ship lay quietly across the great universe, the Void Shield remained open but was in a stagnant state, like a majestic mountain range and peak, floating in outer space.

If there were someone who understood or a military enthusiast, they would probably be able to tell.

This was a large destroyer of the Dongxia Navy Ministry, responsible for carrying out large-scale star domain cruise missions.

As for the Red Sword Banner planted on it, it represented its subordination to the Fourth War Corps.

"The magnificent Divine Machine bears the Heavenly Mandate, the chainsword blade sings under the frost moon..."

A back of short stature stood at the front of the bridge, gazing into the vast Star Sea, softly reciting a stirring and heroic war song.

"Report to the Captain, this radio storm may last fifteen to eighteen days; we must ensure ten universe days of silence. Forced jumping might affect the Netherworld's creation of rifts, causing navigation direction errors."

The adjutant stepped forward to report.

He wore the dark black uniform of the Fourth War Corps, had a handsome appearance and upright posture, like a male movie star walking out of a film.

"What bad luck. If it weren't for this radio storm, we should have arrived in Hengzhou at the same time as the Seventh War Corps; you might have been able to meet Mo Zhen Ting."

The back of short stature did not turn around, his voice deep and friendly, as if containing a trace of a smile.

"Mo Zhen Ting, this Jiang Jun star shines brilliantly, while you are unknown and dim for several years. I remember you both graduated from the same class of Southwest United?"

The young, handsome adjutant's expression did not change, and he said in a deep voice:

"Report to the Captain, Seventh War Corps Commander Mo has smooth official fortune and rapid promotion; I find it hard to catch up, but I have no thought of competing with him. I only want to be tempered in the Fourth War Corps and gain growth..."

That back waved a hand to interrupt:

"Your official tone is smoother than mine. Just let you be the Captain, and I'll be your adjutant."

On the military department's side, they have always wanted to follow Jiang Wanli and Han Jing Yu, this pair of twin stars of the Great Frontier, to create new role models and new paragons.

You and Mo Zhen Ting are undoubtedly good candidates."

The young adjutant remained unmoved, his expression resolute:

"Commander Jiang has outstanding military achievements, personally garrisoning Gouchen Ancient Star and subduing the Star God Abomination codenamed 'Suanni'. Commander Han used three hundred war ships to defeat the Netherworld dark tide and liberate the Administrative New Star.

Both are towering heroes. Commander Mo may have the desire to catch up, but I absolutely have no such thought."

That back showed a helpless expression. Using his old friend's words, Xiao Zheng was good in every way, just too serious, serious to an excessive degree.

"You are at least a top student from Southwest United, second place in the Four Great National Universities joint entrance competition, second on the Fire Seed List."

In terms of achievements, you are only better and more outstanding than Mo Zhen Ting."

The young adjutant looked straight ahead, maintaining a military salute posture, and said with resounding force:

"Report to the Captain, you once said not to be easily complacent because of the honors possessed in the first half of one's life. Any soldier who steps into the Fourth War Corps should cast aside the past..."

That back could no longer maintain his image and hurriedly turned around:

"Stop, stop. That was a manuscript specially written for me by a pen-pusher; I recited it according to it, and you actually took it seriously."

"My meaning is, can you fight for some honor for the Fourth War Corps and suppress the arrogance of the Seventh War Corps?"

"Let me save some face too."

The young adjutant suddenly realized upon hearing this. He hesitated for two seconds and asked hesitantly:

"Is this an order?"

That back held his forehead. Why was this kid so stubborn, insisting on treating this kind of thing as a mission.

"It is! I order you in my capacity as Captain: ruthlessly suppress that guy Mo Zhen Ting for me!"

The young adjutant put his legs together, his body even more upright, and said very seriously:

"I guarantee I'll complete the mission!"

He completely disregarded the rising star of the Seventh War Corps!

"Xiao Zheng, you are the most outstanding graduate of the Southwest United in nearly ten years in every aspect. Why not go to the Seventh War Corps, but insist on running to the bitter and tiring Fourth War Corps? I remember you even applied to serve in our 'Steel Seventh Company,' which most often plays the role of the vanguard."

The age of that back was not great, at least compared to his identity.

Being able to command a cruiser warship, especially for the Fourth War Corps that has long been stationed on the borderlands front line.

Indicating his military rank would not be lower than Colonel, that is, Division Commander level.

This step, the vast majority of existences crowned with "Jiang Jun," all have to struggle for half a lifetime, until their temples turn slightly white.

The back standing proudly at the front end of the bridge looked to be just over forty years old, without a trace of declining spirit.

"Reporting to the Captain, I believe Dongxia should always uphold the spirit of pioneering and advancing, and the heroic will to reclaim the Galaxy. I was fortunate to read Marshal Qin's 'On Civilization Change' while studying, and I deeply agree with Marshal Qin's theory of 'Civilization Fire'."

The young aide's sword eyebrows raised, slanting into his temples, his tone finally had some fluctuation, revealing a passionate meaning.

He recited word by word:

"Civilization Fire is not the private property of emperors and generals, not a decoration in the high halls and towers, but is forged by the blood and sweat of millions of citizens! Do not say the waves of the long river of history are treacherous, but look at the power of the united people being like a rainbow..."

The back's expression softened, he continued:

"The spark of civilization will surely burn out a bright red new world... This is a political essay written by Marshal Qin, collected in a great work. But you still haven't answered me, why come to the Fourth War Corps, with your family background and personal ability, you could completely take a smoother path."

The young aide decisively answered:

"Reporting to the Captain, I have already answered! I am willing to make any contribution for the continuation and prosperity of Dongxia Civilization Fire! The Fourth War Corps defends the borderlands, it is Dongxia's most solid wall, I come here hoping to throw myself into the furnace, to shine and radiate heat!"

That back seemed to recognize him, nodding slightly.

Before he could speak, the young aide named "Xiao Zheng" spoke again:

"Also, I admire Marshal Qin, although he does not accept any form of worship, but I indeed regard Marshal Qin as my lifelong leader, an immortal stela!"

Therefore, following Marshal Qin's Successor is also my life ideal!"

That back was stunned for a moment, then smiled:

"I knew it, the old man's reputation works better than anything. But next time someone asks you, remember to change the wording."

The young aide was puzzled.

"Just say it's because of this person's own personal charm, making a top student like you from Southwest United travel millions of light years to come to Dongxia's borderlands and enter the Fourth War Corps."

That back faced the Universe, compared to the young aide's upright posture, his not tall stature appeared "short" by quite a bit.

Although so, but whenever everyone looked at the bridge, they would unconsciously focus their attention on that back.

As if the Sun naturally attracts stars, a scorching hot celestial body, forever capturing any existence that approaches it.

This influence, strong to an inconceivable degree, was not limited to the Fourth War Corps.

Placing him anywhere would be the same.

The reason is very simple.

The owner of the back is called "Qin Huai'en," the Fourth War Corps' future Successor, the legendary 'Prince' who surpasses several Commanders.

The "Successor" personally designated by Marshal Qin!

"Hengzhou..."

Qin Huai'en's pair of eyes were slightly tranquil, he softly chanted:

"Wait from the beginning, tidy up the old Star River, face the heavenly gate..."

Several familiar faces vaguely appeared before his eyes.

Especially the impression of "Xiao Liang," who once served as his guard, was deep.

"I remember that stubborn donkey was a person from Hengzhou. It's been many years, I don't know how he's doing..."

Qin Huai'en thought of past events, that military court trial that was supposed to smash into himself, a shadow rose in his eyes.

(Chapter End)