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Chapter 581, The Young Warrior
On the training ground.

A new batch of Salvation Army reservists, these young men, lay prone in the crater, holding magical rifles in their hands.

They were not required to shoot.

This is a kind of endurance training.

But it's already getting to the point where it's becoming unbearable.

The requirements are not complicated.

Carrying their equipment, they crawled in the crater created by the simulated magic cannon.

Remain still.

This training session often lasts for more than eight hours.

This does not include rest and meals.

From sunrise until nearly dusk, you don't need to do anything; you just need to lie quietly.

This training will be gradually upgraded in the future.

Mud, insects, and weak monsters will all be added little by little.

The tasks these young reserve soldiers will perform will remain unchanged.

"Stay still, stay patient."

This kind of training is not just pointless torture.

In fact, during the war against the evil god, when the countless twisted minions piled up on the other side of the battle line...

They bowed their heads in the trenches and crawled on their bodies in the fortresses.

They cautiously peered through those small observation holes that weren't opened very wide.

"Prepare for the enemy's attack, or determine the enemy's retreat and prepare to advance."

Patience is essential before pulling the trigger and experiencing the blood and fire of the battlefield.

Such training is certainly not very popular.

Although it is actually very useful.

"Honor, flowers, glory, sacrifice, victory."

These are the words that appear most frequently in the minds of these young people.

"Honor, flowers, glory, victory."

These are easy to understand.

"sacrifice?"

This is acceptable as well.

After all, the great savior never concealed the cruelty of war, nor did he deliberately downplay the horror of those chaotic evil god's followers.

However, the distance made most of the people in the City of Hope somewhat confused about those chaotic monsters.

These young people were prepared to sacrifice themselves when they joined the Salvation Army.

Young people seem to be like that.

In particular, the great ones standing behind them protected them very well.

Listening to all sorts of exaggerated hero stories.

It's not surprising that such a thought arises.

However, the war was not as simple as they had imagined.

Even with preparations for sacrifice and death, it is still not that simple.

Or rather, even uglier.

It also requires certain technical skills.

"War is a technical skill."

Overall, in terms of experience.

Perhaps this description is more accurate.

"It's like an old woman's foot binding cloth."

There weren't many glorious and heroic sacrifices, nor were they accompanied by flowers.

"Muddy land, dim fortresses, twisted monsters, rapidly moldy food, rusty equipment, and an inexplicable but ever-present stench."

The steel behemoth made a grating, screeching sound.

Those military mechanical mages whose hair was falling out rapidly, who were becoming increasingly agitated, and who were shouting like bald gorillas.

A hideous monster.

All sorts of hideous monsters.

Monsters that may appear at any time.

A frenzied roar.

Blasphemous words, bizarre illusions.

Prepare your bayonets.

Close combat is essential.

And then there are the mental supervisors, who are even more terrifying than monsters.

None of these options are comfortable, nor are they dignified at all.

It goes without saying that it expresses the kind of glorious sacrifice of a defender of morality.

This is what these young soldiers will face.

The situation could even be worse.

This is the significance of this kind of training.

Every now and then, someone loses patience and starts turning around in the small pit.

The instructors watched their movements with cold expressions. Each time someone's body emerged from above the crater...

immediately.

He was immediately pulled up.

They dragged it roughly to the side.

A large group of young people, looking like wilted eggplants, gathered here.

Until the sharp whistle rang out.

One by one, the dusty figures slowly raised their heads from the pit.

This is just the beginning.

After that, all sorts of random training continued without stopping.

The daily schedule is very tight, and it also feels a bit like cramming.

Time is running out.

The most important part of the two-month training program.

"Battlefield endurance, use of magic-powered rifles and simple maintenance, basic psychological resistance training."

Such complex and stressful training inevitably raises the possibility of disqualifying some unsuitable or undecided reservists.

The results were poor.

Xiao Yang had to admit that these young hopefuls were indeed well-prepared, and at least most of them were very brave.

time flies.

Two months is not a very long time.

The Salvation Army troops stationed on the border have already begun tentative advances.

There is a shortage of personnel in all areas.

This is something that can't be helped.

To this day, the Land of Hope continues to expand.

Large-scale migration of displaced persons remains one of the most important ways for the City of Hope to replenish its population.

Preparations for war began long ago.

Even earlier than this batch of Salvation Army reservists who were conscripted.

There was no situation of widespread poverty or hardship.

Those magic factories, which constantly spewed out eerie blue smoke day and night, transformed into terrifying, money-devouring behemoths in response to the immense demands of the war.

Recruit more workers.

Produce more weapons.

It fulfills the endless lists of supplies to be purchased issued by the United City-State Management Committee.

Everyone started to slowly cycle through the system.

………….

This time, the young Salvation Army reservists made the exact same choice as the previous cohort after completing two months of training.

"Hoping to receive the comfort of the great savior."

It's similar to the last time.

Xiao Yang did not refuse the request.

On the high platform.

Xiao Yang stood tall, clad in scarlet armor.

In silence, he needed to choose the topic of his speech.

Under the high platform.

Young faces stared wide-eyed, filled with bewilderment, admiration, and fervor.

In the City of Hope, Xiao Yang was no longer the simple savior he once was.

For many residents, the first thing they do every morning is to recite Xiao Yang's name.

Although Xiao Yang has never actively publicized his name.

In fact, in the Land of Hope and the Land of Decay, there are probably very few people who know Xiao Yang's real name.

"Perhaps Lena would count?"

"The ghost maidens should know this too?"

"Then?"

"And that's it."

Even if it's fanaticism.

But there was nothing they could do.

Every day.

"The great savior!"

These words were spoken.

To be even more particular.

"The Great Crimson Savior!"

Their savior is wary of them.

This is done to reduce the number of beliefs anchored to oneself.

Let's get back to the main topic.

Xiao Yang had an idea; he had figured out what kind of presentation he would give.

(End of this chapter)