Necromancer, summoning 055? What the heck?

Chapter 411 The First Lesson at Military Academy: The Clarion Call of the Era (Seeking Monthly Tickets)
Having resolved the issue of the territory's personnel, Chen Mo, for the first time in over half a year, drifted into a deep, dreamless sleep, waking up naturally.

As his consciousness slowly rose from the dark seabed, he felt a long-lost, complete relaxation.

Sunlight streamed through the thick curtains in the lord's bedroom window, cutting a bright, linear strip of light across the graystone floor, where tiny dust particles danced in the beam of light.

The lord opened his eyes, staring blankly at the familiar ceiling, and remained stunned for several seconds.

Turning his head to glance at the time, Chen Mo flew into a rage, jumping out of bed as if his tail had been stepped on: "Who turned off my alarm clock? Don't they know I need to meditate and cultivate in the morning?"

The door was pushed open a crack, and a huge bull's head with curved horns poked its head in.

Seeing that the lord was unharmed, the bull-kin guard narrowed his round eyes slightly, then replied in a muffled voice, "It was...it was Deputy Commander Liushuang who closed it...she said you needed to rest!"

Chen Mo scratched his messy black hair. "Then... never mind!"

Why get angry with a naive little girl? Besides, she has the "imperial sword" (a symbol of authority).

Now, every time Liu Shuang contacts her family, her parents write her a separate letter, full of praise and instructions, telling her to keep an eye on Chen Mo and take care of his health.

The guards brought breakfast, which Chen Mo swallowed in a few bites and began to carry out his work schedule for the day.

I first handled some miscellaneous tasks and approved more than a dozen important documents.

Then they listened to the intelligence office's report on the military and diplomatic developments in the surrounding area.

We boarded the bus precisely at the designated time and, under the tight escort of the guards, headed straight to the newly designated university district in Hanhai.

Chen Mo was going to give the military academy students their first lesson of the new semester.

Hanhai currently has three military academies: Hanhai Military Command Academy, Hanhai Army Engineering Academy, and Hanhai Naval and Air Joint Technology Academy.

The three colleges are arranged in a triangular shape, with a central training ground covering nearly 300 acres on the south side, which is also the tactical training area.

Nestled against hills and facing a flat sandy plain, this place features a large drill ground in the center, surrounded by towering watchtowers, thick walls, concealed firing ports, and scattered bunkers...

The backbone of the entire Hanhai Field Army all came from here. That long wall is covered with messages from senior students to junior students.

When Chen Mo's car arrived, the executive director, who had been informed in advance, was already waiting at the gate with a large group of military officers.

"My Lord." The executive director bowed slightly, his gray hair was neatly combed, and he had changed his old-fashioned noble robe into a crisp military academy uniform, though he still leaned slightly forward.

The old man's habits, formed over decades of service as a civil servant, cannot be changed overnight.

"Thank you for your hard work, Director Wen!"

The executive director of the military academy was a former clerk in Yunwu Territory. He had long since abandoned his old name and now simply gave himself a name in the style of Dongxia: "Clerk."

When Chen Mo and the old man first met, the two noble families of the Crystal Twin Walls were both full of vigor and ambition. The old man, who was cautious and meticulous in his work, had contributed a lot to Chen Mo's journey to his territory.

Later, the old scribe defended Cloud Mist City to the death, persisting until the city finally fell. He then followed Flowing Frost across thousands of miles and, with the support of the Vast Ocean, established the Sky Frost City base. He once became the head of the civil officials in Sky Frost City, on par with the chief of the Vast Ocean, Helan.

Then, the old man made a mistake that was neither too big nor too small.

Helan had followed Chen Mo from his humble beginnings and had a deep understanding of Chen Mo's temperament and style. However, the old clerk was different. As a "houseborn son" of the Earl of Cloud Mist, the traditions of the old aristocratic family had left a strong mark on him.

During his tenure in Skyfrost City, he continued his habitual favoritism towards nobles and suppression of commoners, just as he had done for decades. The people of Skyfrost City had grown accustomed to this, but things immediately took a turn for the worse when the special forces team from the Vast Ocean Territory moved in.

The Torch Youth Group members who came from the Vast Ocean were furious at this and immediately clashed fiercely with the management of Skyfrost City.

When the matter reached Chen Mo, he spoke with Liu Shuang and then personally spoke with the old scribe. Subsequently, the old man was removed from his position in the Tian Shuang Council.

The lord's will must be resolutely carried out!
Although he lost his authority, he still had to do the work. Talented people were scarce in Hanhai Territory, so for a long time afterward, the old clerk became a handyman, filling in wherever he was needed. He had no administrative power, only a lot of tedious tasks.

The old man wasn't angry at all; he obeyed the lord's orders, going wherever he was told and doing whatever he was told.

In the old clerk's mind, this was a matter of both thunder and rain, a favor from the emperor. Eventually, Chen Mo felt a little embarrassed.

After all, the old man was only limited by the times.

After much deliberation, a transfer order was issued, and the old man was transferred to the military academy.

There was no other way; Chen Mo was the principal of all three military academies. All the officers in the future of Hanhai Territory would have to call him teacher or principal. Chen Mo had a firm grip on military command, but how could he have time to manage the military academies?
The vice principal... is Liu Shuang. She's alright at teaching martial arts and swordsmanship, but as for school administration, forget it!

Therefore, since neither the principal nor the vice-principal were involved in any affairs, and the military academy was of paramount importance to Han Hai, there had to be someone capable of doing the work, and the clerk was thus promoted to the position of executive director.

The old man worked very diligently, and even as the military academy grew larger and larger, with more and more students, expanding from one to two, and then to three, it was still managed in an orderly manner.

More importantly, military academy students, even if they were civilians in the past, will certainly not be civilians in the future, and the old man can treat them all equally.

Playing to one's strengths and avoiding one's weaknesses is a good approach.

This year's military academy has a large enrollment. After the great war with the orcs came to an end, the focus was on restoring production in the civilian sector and actively training personnel in the military to prepare for the next phase of a potentially larger-scale war.

To this end, Hanhailing has significantly expanded the enrollment scale of its military academy.

From east to west across the continent, passionate young men from all over the world flocked to the land to fight the orcs; captured officers who had been reformed at the Merit Forest and were preparing for a second chance at rebirth; soldiers of the National Defense Army who voluntarily surrendered among the humans of the White Deer Plain; and the next generation across the entire territory, regardless of race or class, growing vigorously towards the rising sun…

In terms of its composition, this was the first military academy to achieve full racial unity.

Humans, orcs, half-orcs, elves, dwarves, goblins, all kinds of human-orc hybrids, human-elf hybrids, orc-elf hybrids, dwarf-elf hybrids...

There were even sea creatures who came to class wearing protective suits and carrying aquariums.

Well, judging from the proportion of mixed races, elves are the most popular, followed by humans, but humans have a larger population, so there are more mixed races!
Although the dropout rate at military academies is also very high, and many students have to transfer to other schools or majors because they cannot pass the assessments, once you have been part of this group, you will always carry a sense of pride that you can't find anywhere else!
At this moment, on the parade ground, sunlight shone on the newly paved gray rock surface. More than three thousand students, dressed in uniform green military and school uniforms, of various shapes, heights, and builds, stood in a dozen neat square formations, silent and solemn.

Before the start of the semester, we conducted two weeks of drill training, and the results are already evident!

Chen Mo walked up to the podium, and sitting beside him were the renowned generals and commanders of the military academy, whose names were known to the students. Their epaulets were adorned with glittering stars.

Commander Chen's gaze slowly swept across the entire area.

He saw the human boy's chest puffed out high, the orc trainee's eyes wide open, the elf's pointed ears almost transparent in the sunlight, the dwarves who had shaved off their thick, long beards, and the sea creature trainee who looked up from the aquarium with an expectant expression...

For every living being here, such a grand lesson is an extremely novel experience.

"Now, please welcome Chen Mo, the highest military commander of Han Hai Territory and the principal of the military academy, to give a speech for the students' first lesson of the new semester."

Chen Mo turned on the microphone.

"Hey!"

The simple sound check caused all the students to instinctively straighten their bodies.

This is the sun over the vast sea, an unfailing legend. In just a few years, he went from being alone to expanding his territory by thousands of miles, a feat no less remarkable than the legends of the founding monarchs of ancient times.

The eyes of the audience members were filled with fervent admiration.

"Welcome to the HanHai Military Academy, students!"

"From today onwards, you have a new, shared, and permanent identity—Hanhai Navy personnel."

"But who were you before that?"

Alright, Chen Mo is about to start from military school and implement an important step in Dongxia's plan for him: establishing national identity.

"Some of you are scions of noble families from various countries and regions, who, because of their high position in the inheritance chain, have been ostracized by those with priority in inheriting; others, because of their lower position in the inheritance chain, have been neglected and have had to forge their own future; still others, because their families chose the wrong side, resulting in the extermination of their clans and the dispersal of their families, have been forced to flee to the ends of the earth!" "Some are from the various tribes of the beastmen, your fathers and grandfathers may have carried flags and shed blood for the beastman overseers, or even died under the arrows and magic of enemy human armies. The reason you are here is because the Vast Ocean has replaced your overseer and become your new 'master'!"

"Among you are elves from the Silver Moon, dwarves from the Highlands, orcs from the plains, sea creatures from the ocean, and countless children whose fathers and mothers are of different races!"

“We are of different races, different skin colors, different backgrounds, different experiences, and not long ago, some of us were even fighting to the death on the battlefield. So, what brought us together?”

"It's an expectation for the future!"

Chen Mo pointed to the guys in the front row, his voice clear and melodious.

"Some people want to get ahead, some want to revitalize their families, some want revenge! And some just want to show those who looked down on them in the past that they are actually very outstanding!"

"However, all personal development must be built upon the development of one's territory!"

"The former White Deer Kingdom was unable to protect its own people, resulting in hundreds of years of humiliation and decline on the White Deer Plain. If we cannot protect ourselves well in the future, their past will be our future!"

"Therefore, we have an even greater mission: to make the Vast Ocean Territory even stronger!"

Next, Chen Mo finally got to the point.

“In many parts of the Starry World—Emerald, Turquoise, Stream Moon, and even the Orc tribes—a person’s value in life depends on his birth, race, bloodline, or…whether he has that damned slave collar around his neck.”

"Born into nobility, you live in luxury, and the law bows to you; born into commoners, you toil your whole lives, and taxes drain your marrow; born into slavery or the lowest of the low..."

Chen Mo paused, his voice turning cold, "Your lives are less than those of livestock. Masters can kill you at will, children can be bought and sold at will, and you are not even allowed to have a 'family'—because slaves are not worthy of the bonds of blood."

"Orcs see humans as two-legged sheep, humans despise orcs as uncivilized barbarians, elves consider themselves noble, dwarves are closed-minded and stubborn, and goblins, sea creatures, and many other races are either seen as tools or as monsters."

"What has this distinction, this hierarchy based on birth and race, brought about?"

"It brought with it a thousand-year-old hatred between various races, and endless feuds and killings! It brought war, famine, and suffering to the entire continent!"

"It allows the strong to act with impunity, leaves the weak with no chance of ever rising up, fuels hatred between different races, and plunges the entire world into a bloody cycle of decline!"

The look in many students' eyes began to change.

Most of those who drifted to the Vast Ocean from all directions were not members of the mainstream noble families of the Starry World. What Chen Mo described was the reality they had personally experienced or witnessed.

The drill ground was so quiet you could hear a pin drop; the only sound was the wind rustling through the flagpole.

Chen Mo raised his hand, loosely gripped his neck, and then pulled and swung it forcefully!
"At Hanhai, we are exploring another possibility."

"Here, we don't ask who your ancestors were, what color your skin is; we don't ask if your ears are pointed or round, or if you have scales on your body; we don't ask if your father was a criminal or your mother was a lowly person!"

"We don't need to worry that one day in the future, our children will fall to the bottom of society and become slaves that others can trample on, buy and sell, or kill at will because of some unprovoked accident, oppression by nobles, or even the occasional whim of some important person."

"Our goal is to eliminate slavery from the entire Vast Ocean!"

"I have made up my mind to completely abolish slavery in the vast sea and abolish all permanent oppression based on birth and race."

A low gasp of surprise rippled through the hall.

Each person's voice was spoken softly, but when combined, they were like a storm.

The lord has been elevating the status of slaves through various means, and many people who were born slaves have risen to high positions in the military command and administrative management of the Han Hai Territory, creating a series of widely circulated myths.

People had already developed a sufficient expectation that slaves could rise from the bottom and become members of the ruling class.

However, the sudden and complete abolition of slavery caused a shock to everyone's minds, leaving them momentarily stunned.

At this point, it became clear the benefits of Chen Mo being the first to propose this initiative at the military academy.

Regarding how to abolish slavery, Dongxia offered several different suggestions. After much deliberation, Chen Mo decided to start by pushing for the abolition of slavery from the perspective of his most influential military system.

There are no deeply entrenched interest groups based on the slave system here, but there are Chen Mo's fervent followers.

The military academy students from the Torch Youth Corps were the first to raise their hands, raise their fists, and shout slogans without hesitation.

"I will obey the lord's orders without question!"

"Long live the lord!"

"Liberate the slaves, build up the vast desert!"

"To create a new world without slavery!"

The exact number of actors involved is unknown, but one thing is certain: even if there was an element of acting at the beginning, it quickly transformed into genuine emotions within this fervent atmosphere.

The fervent fervor of the crowd was enough to overwhelm the hesitation of all dissidents.

In just over ten seconds, the chaotic slogans rose and fell, turning into a thunderous chorus of shouts.

Even the insects under the sand crawled out, watching the multi-species carnival with trepidation.

As the shouts reached their peak, Chen Mo stood up and raised his hand.

The brilliant generals on the podium stood up, and the thousands of trainees below fell silent in an instant.

"Students! Comrades!"

"This road is destined to be very difficult!"

"We are surrounded by powerful enemies from the outside and stubbornly resisted by old customs from within. Those old nobles who enjoy a life with hordes of servants, those guardians of the doctrine that 'all men are born noble and lowly.' They will use every means to oppose, delay, and sabotage our great journey. What we must fight against are the solidified social classes that have been entrenched for thousands of years, the deeply ingrained habits, the backlash from those who have benefited from the status quo, and the obstruction from the ignorant!"

Chen Mo slowly walked down from the podium, went to the front row, and helped up a human boy who looked to be thirteen or fourteen years old.

The child's face bore the marks of slavery, and his eyes were brimming with tears.

Chen Mo raised his hand high and pointed to the sky.

"But that's alright, we possess the most powerful weapon those opponents will never have—"

"We are on the right track in history!"

"In this direction, we aim to ensure that the diligent are rewarded, the brave are honored, the wise are respected, the kind are rewarded, and every child, regardless of their background, has the opportunity to shine."

"And the starting point of this great cause lies here! It lies in you!"

"You will become officers, commanders, and implementers and defenders of policy. The stronger your convictions, the further this cause will go! The sharper your swords, the weaker the voices of those who oppose you will be!"

"Wherever your flag is planted, that place will become the new world we envision!"

These kids are so easy to sway... no, I should say they're so sincere.

The stadium erupted in deafening shouts once again, the waves of sound rising higher and higher, finally coalescing into a unified roar from over three thousand people.

Chen Mo stood at the center of the roar, with sunlight streaming down his back and red flags waving in the wind.

A timely snapshot became the headline of this special issue of HanHai.

The title is—"The Call of the Times"!
(End of this chapter)