Fire Monster

Chapter 74 Military Sima (th update, please subscribe)

The armed patrol vehicles of the Fenwei Battalion were moving slowly on the track, and there were basically no people wandering around along the way.

However, occasionally people could be seen flashing through the houses. They should be soldiers on standby for rest. This was actually a huge military camp.

Zhao Guanshan noticed that all the houses here, regardless of size, started at level two and were built quite short, unless they were level three imperially-sealed houses, which were only two meters above the ground.

Apparently part of it was built underground.

This is also a very practical construction technique. Being as close to the ground as possible and increasing the amount of low-lying materials can better reduce pollution penetration.

It's like throwing a drop of poison into a cup of water or into the sea.

Of course, this requires deploying a large number of rune nails deep underground in advance, which requires more sophisticated and complex deployment methods.

In short, only the military camp of the Demon Suppression Division has such financial resources.

About ten minutes later, the armed patrol car stopped in front of a group of level four imperially-sealed houses. There was even a protective wall about five hundred meters long and two meters high, with a large number of rune nails hammered on it. There was also a double-layer fortress every hundred meters, with psychic heavy crossbows mounted on it, which looked very solemn and awe-inspiring.

"This is the headquarters of our Fenwei Battalion. The military supervisor, the chief and deputy commanders, the military commander, the military lieutenant, and the military officer in charge of material management from the Provincial Government are all here."

A soldier introduced Zhao Guanshan with a smile, saying that after a short period of communication, they had a good impression of this liberal arts boy who had switched jobs here, although he was destined to regret it and even had a high chance of losing his life here.

"Thank you very much, brothers."

Zhao Guanshan also smiled and thanked him. He did not feel that the dark moment in his life had begun.

In fact, it can be considered that he got what he wanted ahead of time. Without transferring to the military department, he had already entered the battlefield of the Imperial Seal Great Wall, earlier than Yang Mao.

He took out his ID badge at the entrance, confirmed his identity, and repeated what he said again. After several minutes of this, Zhao Guanshan was finally able to enter and meet the very busy Sima of the Fenwei Camp.

"The 3000th Demon Suppression Squad of Shanhai Camp? Interesting. I heard that you just completed a mission perfectly and got 30 merit points. Even a liberal arts student like you can get merit points. Tsk tsk, it makes me want to go to Shanhai Camp. So, can you tell me what you think? The captain of the th Demon Suppression Squad, Su Hai, has a bad temper, but he is actually very capable. Did you have some unpleasantness with him?"

The military commander was about 40 years old and also had the cultivation of a martial artist, but it was not known whether he was a single-seal martial artist or a double-seal martial artist.

He didn't even look up at Zhao Guanshan, but just joked while he was busy, saying that he could actually guess it almost right.

"The mission they are carrying out is too dangerous. Just because I can come back alive this time doesn't mean I can come back alive next time." Zhao Guanshan made up an excuse to get away with it. "You are a military Sima who is in charge of internal affairs, what do you know?"
"Haha, you think you can stay alive forever in Camp Endeavour? That's childish."

"Team 12, all members are double-seal martial artists, plus the blessing of the immortals, which basically means all members are triple-seal martial artists, plus an outstanding military supervisor, a Qi-refining master, and a level 3 imperial seal chariot. Tsk tsk, you don't even know how to enjoy your blessings."

"You know, in our Fenwei Camp, there is only one Qigong Master in charge of the army among a thousand people."

"Okay, I'm just asking casually. I've already registered your identity and resume. Now, you are already a soldier in my Fenwei Battalion. You are new here, so you don't have to go to the battlefield right away, but you have to leave with the team tomorrow morning. You are in the eighth squad of the Fenwei Battalion. The captain is Liu Yuwei and the deputy captain is Sun Ze."

"According to the convention, you can get a free set of level 85 armor, a level helmet, level boots, a psychic weapon that needs to be registered, three magic sealing potions, three level marrow cleansing potions, thirty energy storage spirit stones, and five days' worth of food and water. But you'd better not waste them, because the supplies are distributed every five days."

"Also, you can choose to live with your teammates or live alone. There are plenty of empty houses in the city, but you have to pay for the energy storage spirit stones yourself, and there is a high possibility that evil demons will sneak in and attack you."

"Here, the price of charging an energy storage spirit stone is five coins a piece."

"Let me reiterate that our Fenwei Camp is not the Shanhai Camp. We are not that generous. We can return to Linjiang Prefecture for three days after a mission. When we finish this battle and the evil army retreats, we can go back."

"Of course there are rest days. It depends on the battle situation. You can rest for six cockcrow hours every day."

"As for the merits for killing, go to the marching captain to check. If you want to exchange merits, you can also go there. In short, psychic weapons, energy storage spirit stones, imperial seals, including imperial seals and magic talismans, can all be exchanged. It is better to be more prepared than to die at the hands of evil spirits."

"Go!"

The military commander waved his hand, threw a receipt to Zhao Guanshan, and drove him away.

"Thank you for your guidance, sir." Zhao Guanshan thanked him again, went out and turned left. There was a four-level imperial seal house next to it, which was exactly the office of the marching captain.

But this marching captain is not the same marching captain as before. They belong to different camps.

When Zhao Guanshan walked over, although the door was open, there was no one here.

He didn't care about it. The 30 merit points would not go away, so there was no need to rush.

He then turned to the third four-level imperially-sealed house. It was actually not very far away. The headquarters of the Fenwei Battalion was similar to an ordinary township government compound.

This is the place where supplies are distributed. There is only an officer from the Governor's Army who is handling the matter. There is no guard at the entrance. Instead, there is a stone statue of a ferocious beast with bared fangs and claws. It looks normal from the front, but when you go around it, you will find a line of incomprehensible symbols engraved on its back.

In other words, this thing is the real guard of the material distribution center.

"Master, I'm here to collect the supplies."

Zhao Guanshan stepped forward and handed in the application documents, while looking around curiously. Who says that people with a liberal arts background won't go to the battlefield? Isn't this a living example?

However, the job of this Chief Secretary is indeed a bit special.

There is no doubt that he did not have a natal talisman, so he was not a martial artist. He was about fifty years old, with a sallow skin with a hint of blue, and looked very old, but his breath was steady, and he had an uncanny vitality.

Anyway, he doesn't look like a good person.

"Liberal arts boy, tsk tsk!"

The official only said this one sentence and then stopped talking. He swiftly took out the sealed armor, sealed helmet, sealed boots, demon-sealing potion, marrow-cleansing potion, energy-storing spirit stones, food and water, etc.

Zhao Guanshan was observing from the side and felt that although this old guy looked very old, he was actually very strong, like a zombie.

"What psychic weapon do you use, kid?"

"My Lord, can I choose?"

"Choose whatever you want. There are nine psychic weapons in total. You don't have to choose the psychic hand crossbow, and you can't choose the psychic heavy crossbow. The remaining seven are up to you. Take them if you want!"

This old zombie has a pretty bad temper.

Zhao Guanshan complained in his heart, "Then I will choose a spiritual broadsword."

"You have such weak arms and legs, how can you use them? Why not get a psychic spear instead, which is suitable for both long-range and close combat."

"Thank you, Master. I'll choose the broadsword."

Zhao Guanshan insisted that even if he did not have the star to activate the broadsword fighting skills, he had the experience of using the broadsword gained from Qi Huanzhang's residual soul, which was most suitable.

"Dangdang!"

The old zombie threw out a broadsword with just one hand. It weighed at least three hundred pounds and spanned a distance of five or six meters. Zhao Guanshan was shocked to see it.

"Master, is there an operating table here? I want to test it."

"Why are you so busy? Get lost. I don't have any. It's a 50th grade Gui. Just make do with it."

Mudd!

Old zombie!
Zhao Guanshan could only leave in hatred.

(End of this chapter)