Fire Monster

Chapter 81: Narrating merits
"Zhao Guanshan, are you still alive? Can you move? Come out and report your achievements!"

Towards evening, the thief Sun suddenly started shouting outside, looking very excited. Zhao Guanshan pushed the door open and saw that he was as anxious as a big monkey.

"Not really. Isn't it OK for the award ceremony to be presided over by the team leader?"

"Tsk, you know nothing! What are we fighting for all day long? We are fighting for merit. As the saying goes, the most important thing in a war is to reward merit. How can I be at ease if you don't personally watch over this kind of thing? Come on, don't forget the little merit you gave me."

Sun Ze went forward and dragged Zhao Guanshan away, but after walking a few steps, he suddenly remembered, "Are you okay? How about I carry you on my back? This way it will look more tragic, and maybe the marching captain will sympathize with you and give you more merits."

"No, no, I have adjusted my internal energy and I am in good condition now."

Zhao Guanshan quickly declined.

"Really? That's such a pity." Sun Zei shook his head and sighed, looking very regretful.

"What are the rules for our commendation ceremony? Will it be affected if we leave early?" Zhao Guanshan asked again.

"It doesn't matter. We have already breached the Demon Mother's lair. The only thing left is to count and collect the supplies. Besides, you are the hero who saved our Eighth Squad. There will be no problem. Even though the captain may not look at you well, he is actually very satisfied with you. Besides, you are a pretty boy. Don't worry, I may follow you in the future."

Sun Zei made those faces, and his expression and tone were mean and vulgar, no wonder he was called Sun Zei.

Zhao Guanshan quickly changed the subject, "Is there anything good in the ghost mother's lair?"

"Of course there are. You came back early today, otherwise you would have seen the chief and deputy commanders of our Fenwei Camp, the marching Sima, the marching lieutenant, Lao Deng'er from the supply department, and the military supervisor of our Fenwei Camp personally driving a first-class imperial seal chariot to plunder as if facing a great enemy. All kinds of supplies were sealed and recorded in the book."

"These are all very important and expensive materials. I heard that in order to compete for the distribution of these materials, the higher-ups fought fiercely every few days, and sometimes even the Dao Palace had to intervene."

"In short, how much merit we can get in the end depends on the specific value and quantity of these materials. The minimum is 300 merit points, and the maximum is 500 merit points, which is quite considerable."

While talking, Sun Zei and Zhao Guanshan headed straight for the Fenwei Battalion Headquarters. From afar, they could see that many teams had returned and were waiting there.

Some teams looked dejected, and it was obvious that they had suffered heavy casualties or had failed to capture the ghost mother's lair.

Some teams were very proud and boasted happily.

The three first-level sealed chariots were very conspicuous. A group of people were busy carrying down huge boxes. Those boxes were all sealed with very advanced seals.

And it seemed like this thing was going to be transported away overnight.

Among so many people, Zhao Guanshan soon noticed a man in his thirties, wearing a moon-white gown and with an outstanding temperament. He was a person who stood out from the crowd. No matter how many people there were or how chaotic it was, he could always be noticed at the first moment.

Even though they were hundreds of meters apart, the other party could actually sense Zhao Guanshan's gaze and immediately glanced over here casually.

However, Zhao Guanshan had already changed the direction of his gaze one step ahead, because if their eyes met, there would be some sense between the Qi Refiners.

"The captains are over there, let's go!"

At this time, Sun Zei pulled Zhao Guanshan and went straight to the other side of the crowd. Here, Liu Yuwei and the eighth team were queuing up, and it was soon their turn to be commended.

After seeing the two people, Liu Yuwei seemed relieved, but her tone was lazy.

"Are you okay? Then return to the team."

"Hehe! Zhao Guanshan, Brother Zhao, come here." Mo Laoer pulled Zhao Guanshan over, smiling from ear to ear, in a very good mood.

"You didn't perform well today, don't feel stressed. A weapon like a broadsword is a bit difficult to control. You are a liberal arts student who switched to the military department halfway through your studies. It's already quite remarkable that you have reached this level now. Don't worry, if you have time, let's have a good sparring match. I will never hide anything from you!"

"Thank you, second brother."

Zhao Guanshan also thanked him sincerely. Although this Mo Laoer's skills in luring the enemy without firing and using stillness to overcome movement were slightly lacking, he was quite good at rapid advancement and fierce slashing.

Learn from your strengths and make up for your weaknesses, and you should be my teacher.

"Come on, Mo Lao Er, who do you think you are? If Zhao Guanshan wants to learn broadsword fighting techniques, he can just go find the captain and learn from you. Aren't you afraid of misleading the young man?"

The grandson thief suddenly spoke in a sarcastic tone, making Mo Laoer glare with anger, "You bastard grandson, call me grandpa, if you don't obey, come over here, I will use my broadsword to teach you how to be a good grandson!"

"Mo Lao Er, you are only worthy of Mo Lao Er!"

"Sun thief, you will always be my grandson!"

"spit!"

"threw up!"

After two mouthfuls of spit flew, the two men started fighting with bare hands. You poked my eyes, I kicked my crotch, you locked my throat, I dug my heart out, and in an instant we were all rolling on the ground. The fight was so fierce that everyone stared at them.

But no one paid any attention. Even Liu Yuwei was too lazy to look. Apparently, this was the daily routine of their Team 8.

Soon, it was the turn of the Eighth Team to celebrate their achievements. The two brothers patted their buttocks and stood up, looking refreshed, laughing as if nothing had happened.

It's just magical.

"Team Eight, come forward to report your achievements. Team Leader Liu Yuwei, step out!"

As the marching captain called out the names, Liu Yuwei strode forward. "The Eighth Squad of the Fenwei Battalion is here to report its merits. The full complement is forty, and the actual number of people present is thirty-seven. No one was injured or killed. All have returned to the team. You can report your merits. Over!"

"Verification completed, let's begin the commendation!"

The marching captain's eyes swept over all the members of the Eighth Team, but paused for a moment on Zhao Guanshan before he nodded. From this detail, it can be seen that he remembered all the more than a thousand people in the Fenwei Camp clearly, and he recognized a new recruit immediately.

"Team Eight, destroy a sixth-level ghost mother's nest today and you will get 300 basic merit points."

"After internal inspection of the materials obtained, the Demon Spirit Pool has three-fifths of the remaining magic liquid and 150 unactivated Demon Spirit Embryos. According to the merit rating management regulations formulated by the Dao Palace and the Demon Suppression Department, it can be classified as the second tier. Therefore, your team will receive an additional reward of merit points."

"Now, determine the first merit."

"Liu Yuwei, because you used the Explosion Talisman and the Imperial Seal Iron Feather Arrow to blast open the Ghost Mother's lair, and because the Explosion Talisman needs to be exchanged, you are confirmed as the first meritorious service, and you can get 150 merit points alone."

"As the superior of the Eighth Squad, the Fenwei Camp is responsible for the daily security of the camp, defense patrols of the city walls, daily maintenance of the Imperial Seal Chariots, and free supplies for the soldiers every five days. Therefore, 100 merit points need to be drawn and included in the Fenwei Camp's general account."

"Military Sima, Military Commandant, and the material handlers sent by the Provincial Administration, because they are to provide support for your logistics, each of them needs to draw ten points of merit."

"Sun Liancheng, the Qigong Master of the Fenwei Camp, is in charge of the Fenwei Camp and is responsible for ensuring that no seventh-level evil demons appear within the Fenwei Camp's jurisdiction. Although he is good at fighting, he has no outstanding achievements, so he needs to draw thirty merit points."

"Liu Yuwei, the remaining 140 merit points will be distributed by you. If three or more soldiers disagree with your distribution and raise objections, then you as the captain will be punished once and included in the assessment and promotion standards."

"Here!"

Liu Yuwei took the order, turned around and looked at everyone. After a moment's hesitation, she said loudly, "Second Mo, your last strike today was very good, but you missed the opportunity with your first strike and almost killed everyone. So, I will rank you third in merit. Are you convinced?"

"I accept it."

Mo Lao Er nodded without any hesitation.

"Sun Ze, Yu Che, Wang Chen, Mu Mingyuan, Zhao Sande, the five of you were responsible for holding the shields and defending. You performed stably and without any mistakes. You did what you were supposed to do. However, when the crisis came, you failed to anticipate the enemy and could not see further, so that there was a gap in our defense and we were almost taken advantage of by the evil spirits. Therefore, I think none of you are qualified to be the second person in the Meritorious Service. You can only be ranked fourth. Are you convinced?"

"We are convinced. Don't worry, Captain. I will beat anyone who is not convinced until he is convinced!"

Sun Zei screamed strangely, while the other four also laughed and didn't take it seriously, as they had expected this.

After dealing with the six single-seal martial artists in the team, Liu Yuwei turned to look at Zhao Guanshan.

"Zhao Guanshan, you only slashed once today, but it happened at the most critical moment. Although this is what you should have done, as the main attacker, you need to slash at the most critical moment. But it is also a fact that you saved most of us, so I think you are qualified to be the second meritorious person. Do you have any objection?"

"Uh, no!"

Zhao Guanshan said loudly, without any modesty. Being modest at this time would also mean he did not recognize Liu Yuwei's ability to control the team.

If a team leader cannot clearly distinguish between rewards and punishments within the team, how can the combat effectiveness and cohesion be improved?

Of course, this is what Zhao Guanshan suddenly realized, and he also understood why Su Hai had such a bad face yesterday, because this was really a slap in his face.

The kind where you hit the left cheek and then the right cheek.

Anyway, Zhao Guanshan has no regrets. He can fully cooperate on the battlefield for the overall situation, but once he leaves the battlefield, who wouldn’t be a vengeful child?

"Zhao Guanshan, twenty points of merit."

"Mo Lao Er, ten points of merit."

"Sun Ze, Yu Che, Wang Chen, Mu Mingyuan, Zhao Sande, eight points of merit each."

"The remaining twenty-nine people will each receive two merit points."

"The remaining twelve points of merit will be added to the team's total account. When the total number of people is reached, each person will receive one point, and it will be divided equally."

“Anyone who has different opinions can raise them.”

"no!"

"Very good, go forward and settle your merits! Then disband. You must return to the team after one cockcrow! Violators will be punished!"

As soon as Liu Yuwei finished speaking, everyone lined up and came forward to receive their honors from the marching captain. Originally, Zhao Guanshan was thinking of transferring money to the thief Sun here, but he ended up shaking his head frantically.

"Zhao Guanshan? You were once a liberal arts student forcibly recruited by the 12th Squadron of the Shanhai Camp. You are pretty good."

The marching captain smiled and said, then pointed to the back, "You have two friends who want to see you."

Zhao Guanshan was stunned. When he looked up, he saw Li Chunzheng standing not far away with a smile on his face, and Wei Tieniu standing next to him.

Mudd!

No need to guess why they came.

"Thank you, Captain, but you may be mistaken. I don't recognize them at all."

(End of this chapter)