Chapter 201: Farewell

The recruit camp is a place for remodeling and training recruits.

The recruits' training subjects, besides long-distance drills, include demon identification training, concealment and ambush training, and magic gun and cannon shooting training.

"You scumbags, hide well. If the demon wolves find you, you'll be waiting for punishment!"

"You idiots, can't you even tell who's a demon and who's human?"

"You good-for-nothing, are your eyes blind? You can't hit even at this close range?"

For every training subject, each session, the muscle trainer would wave a whip and shout loudly beside them.

Perhaps because he is a devilish muscle man, his throat always has a horn installed.

Zhang Xingyu held the magic gun in his hand, aiming seriously at the target ahead.

The magic gun is one of the standard weapons of the Volunteer Immortal Army.

The magic gun is similar to a laser on Earth, using spirit stones as its energy source to emit high-energy spirit light beams.

The spirit light beam has strong penetrating power; against low-ranking demons with weak defenses, it can cause devastating damage.

At the recruit camp, each recruit received ten low-grade spirit stones; one low-grade spirit stone can fire a high-energy spirit light beam once.

These ten spirit stones are just enough for recruits to practice shooting ten times.

After ten rounds of shooting practice, most recruits can hit the target within a distance of five hundred meters.

Of course, wealthy people like Zhang Xingyu can also rely on their own spirit stones to improve shooting accuracy.

For those who practice using their own spirit stones, the muscle instructor will not interfere or reprimand them.

Besides the magic gun, there are also said to be magic cannons.

The magic cannon uses high-grade spirit stones, with enormous power; ordinary demons hit by it usually end up annihilated.

Such high-end equipment as the magic cannon is something recruits have no chance to come into contact with.

It is said that the Volunteer Immortal Army Headquarters has established a special magic cannon unit, whose members are all disciples from major immortal sects.

Zhang Xingyu aimed at a target one kilometer away and lightly pulled the trigger of the magic gun.

A flash of red light passed, and the distant target turned into a blazing torch.

The muscle trainer glanced at Zhang Xingyu, his face showing both disgust and approval.

Scores were excellent in demon identification training, excellent in concealment and ambush training, and excellent in magic gun shooting training.

After three months of recruit training, Zhang Xingyu obtained three A+ training evaluation scores and smoothly completed the recruit training.

After training ended, the recruits' armor gained an additional horizontal bar marking.

One horizontal bar represents the rank of first-class soldier.

Tomorrow we will depart; tomorrow we will head to the battlefield.

The recruits gathered together to drink and chat, each praying for a safe return.

Zhang Xingyu drank several large cups of strong liquor; the fiery liquor stimulated his nerves.

He wiped a handful of sweat from his forehead and staggered out of the door.

Tonight's starlight was especially brilliant, and the camp's lights were fully lit.

Unknowingly, he arrived at the camp kitchen.

Ding-ding-dang-dang, crackle-pop-pop.

Shadows moved in the kitchen, and a symphony of pots, pans, bowls, and ladles was emanating from inside.

Zhang Xingyu stood at the kitchen doorway, pondering whether to go in to say goodbye.

Regarding his senior brother Fang Shiwen, he had an indescribable feeling.

The senior brother was both pitiable and tragic.

Better go say farewell.

Perhaps from now on, we will be separated by heaven and earth, unable to meet again.

Zhang Xingyu raised his head and saw a person coming out holding a vegetable basin.

"Senior Brother Fang!" Zhang Xingyu called softly.

Fang Shiwen nodded.

"Are you leaving?"

"Tomorrow."

"Take care!"

"You too."

Returning to the dormitory, Zhang Xingyu pulled the covers over his head and slept deeply.

That night, he slept very soundly and sweetly.

The next day, as dawn just began to break, the comrades in the dormitory had already started waking up one after another.

Getting up, dressing, brushing teeth, folding quilts, packing belongings.

Everyone's movements were quick; before long, they had all finished tidying up.

Everyone sat on the edge of the bed, looking at each other, nobody speaking.

Soon, the familiar whistle sounded: "Assemble!"

Everyone ran out of the door with thudding steps, quickly forming ranks.

"One, two, three, four... one thousand three hundred thirty-seven."

The muscle instructor nodded, pulled his loudspeaker, and shouted: "Today we will not depart; dismissed!"

"Not departing?"

"What's the situation?"

Everyone looked at each other, then ran back to the dormitory with thudding steps.

Soon after, another orderly ran over and delivered the camp's orders.

As it turned out, a squad of new recruits would arrive at the camp today.

The camp's leaders hoped the veterans would receive the new recruits and leave them with their best impression.

After breakfast, the troops assembled.

Everyone formed ranks and marched neatly to the vicinity of the central square outside the camp to wait.

After a quarter hour, a huge airship flew in from afar and slowly landed on the central square.

The hatch opened, and the new recruits disembarked from the airship one after another.

A two‑hundred‑catty fat man clambered onto the gunwale, hesitated a moment, then jumped down.

His balance unsteady, he landed flat on his buttocks.

Seeing this, the surrounding recruits burst out laughing.

The fat man struggled to his feet and kicked the floor hard several times.

"Granny's bear, this floor is too hard—it almost smashed my backside in half."

Seeing this, the veterans in formation suppressed their laughter.

Three months ago, they were just like these recruits—like a flock of squawking ducks.

Zhang Xingyu's eye twitched and his brow furrowed slightly.

Zhu Dafu, how did this kid end up enlisting?

He is the sole son of Pingshan King Zhu Kaoshan; logically his father would never let him join the army!

Under normal circumstances, Zhang Xingyu might have rushed over and given him a big bear hug.

But this is a military camp.

A military camp has its own rules.

So despite a thousand doubts and myriad excitements in his heart, he stood still and did nothing.

After a quarter hour, the recruits finally shuffled into formation.

The muscle drill instructor raised his whip again and bellowed.

"You bastards, listen up. No matter where you're from, once you're in this recruit camp you must obey the camp's rules."

"In the recruit camp there are two rules: first, you must obey the drill instructor's orders; second, you must carry out his arrangements."

Zhang Xingyu felt a wave of nausea.

Muscle drill instructor, your language is far too impoverished.

Can't you change it up a bit?

You repeat the same lines every time—don't you find it sickening?

A few minutes later, the muscle drill instructor finished his recruit welcome ceremony.

He lifted his whip, and the veterans formed up to help the recruits with their luggage.

Zhang Xingyu quietly swapped places with a comrade.

He walked up to Zhu Dafu, and in the astonished eyes of Zhu Xiaopang, he picked up the pile of snacks he had brought.

"Xingyu Ge!"

Zhu Dafu shouted and rushed forward to give him a tight bear hug.

"Cough! Zhu Dafu, mind your image—this is a military camp." Zhang Xingyu hurriedly broke free.

He lifted the snacks and whispered, "FollowMe!"

Huh? Zhu Dafu didn't understand.

"Come with me!"