My stats are higher than yours!!

He chose to follow his emotions. After all, his superior was his superior, and he couldn't question him. After all, the superior was truly capable, and listening to the strong was the right thing to do.

The others in the convoy were also puzzled, but they didn't ask any questions. They simply followed Bai Shuodong, who was covered in blood, and walked forward.

Bai Shuodong casually picked up the spear, his gaze falling on the corpses on the ground. Just now, he felt that the feel of the slash was a bit off. These Gray Rock archers seemed to have rather tough bodies. Although they still couldn't withstand the [Sever], their armor should be able to block the [Slash] attack.

He flipped it twice with the tip of the gun.

The leather armor worn by these people was well-made, with iron scales lining it. If nothing unexpected happened, they should be elite soldiers.

Inexcess...

What happened to Jingrui?

I'm all about the sharpest weapons!

Bai Shuodong smiled and led the remaining people in the convoy forward. Several wounded soldiers sat in the morgue, their wounds simply bandaged, but their eyes were full of despair.

Now, they've become a burden.

"Sir, could you put me down after we've gone a bit further? I'm already exhausted..."

Are you teaching me how to do things?

Bai Shuodong countered with a question.

"..."

The man fell silent.

But at the same time, a warm feeling rose in his heart. Although this officer often scolded them, did not listen to anyone, and refused any communication, he was a reliable officer and a truly humane officer.

[Hint: Morale increased]

Morale: 65

Why is morale up again? I don't think I've done anything. This is really strange.

Bai Shuodong was too lazy to care and moved on directly.

As we walked, the wind picked up again on the mountain path, but it wasn't just cold; it also carried the smell of strife from fire. The further we went, the stronger the smell became.

The men in the convoy were talking amongst themselves, their voices rising and falling, and they began to wonder what had happened ahead.

They continued walking.

We reached the end of the lonely ridge path.

Corpses lay scattered on the ground, blood pooling into streams, and flames burned on withered trees and the soldiers' clothes, emitting a foul odor.

"..."

Bai Shuodong glanced at the corpses in front of him and felt that they were getting in the way, so he turned around and said, "Go, Tutu, clear away the obstacles in front of us."

Thule: ...

He remained silent for a moment, then suddenly realized that his superior was trying to make him less reserved and less likely to be overwhelmed by the pressure from the front lines.

Although he didn't respect me on the surface, he actually exposed his flaws, allowing me to see his imperfections, which helped relieve stress at crucial moments.

He's thinking of me!

The kindness I owe my superior... is never enough!

The members of Team WuZ followed him, looking at his tall and imposing figure as if they were watching a rising sun, a blazing sun rising in their hearts.

...

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Chapter Seventy-Four: Opening the Treasure Chest! Entering the Plains!

Evening, deadwood forest

Bai Shuodong sat on a wooden stake and casually glanced around. The campfire cast flickering light on the faces of the team members. The Wu Z car was surrounded by the campfire, and guards patrolled the perimeter.

Temporary safety

In the distance, there were sounds of birds and beasts, as well as faint rustling sounds. The cavalrymen probably already sent scouts to observe the situation not far away. They didn't plan to make a move in the deadwood forest yet, since it wasn't suitable for cavalry combat.

Look at the treasure chest that just exploded!

In the spirit world, there is a certain probability that killing any unit with a template will drop a treasure chest.

The probability of getting a treasure chest is not fixed. Factors such as the difference in strength between the enemy and ourselves, the percentage of kills contributed by each enemy, and the enemy's weight in the world or faction will all affect the probability.

3 Black Iron Chests and 1 Bronze Chest.

The bronze treasure chest was dropped by the commander.

Bai Shuodong narrowed his eyes slightly. Black Iron-grade treasure chests aren't very valuable. Getting any spirit points from them is already a blessing. It's best not to get a bunch of useless junk, because it will block your view when you put it in your storage space, making it hard to find anything useful.

Open one

Congratulations on gaining 63 Psionic Points!

Psionic Points? Not bad, just a small number, but better than nothing.

After passing the Spirit Realm Trials, a psychic's strength will undergo a qualitative change, and their resource acquisition speed will also increase accordingly. It is normal not to obtain many psychic points during the trials.

Let's open another treasure chest!

Shining with golden light!

Congratulations on obtaining the Wolf Fang Necklace!

Wolf Fang Necklace

Level: first level

Quality: Bronze

Equipment type: Necklace

Equipment requirements: None

Equipment effect: Strength +2, Constitution +2

Description: A bloodstained wolf tooth necklace; wearing it allows you to feel the wildness and power of a wolf.

"Holy crap!"

Bai Shuodong's eyes widened instantly.

A Black Iron-level treasure chest can actually yield Bronze-level equipment? And the rarest kind at that? Is it a necklace? Does it provide the exact attributes he needs, or perhaps the Strength and Constitution?

What an amazing baby!

Great stuff! Absolutely fantastic!

Bai Shuodong put on the necklace with a grin.

[Hint: The Wolf Fang Necklace can be converted into a temporary skill. Release/Deactivate the conversion?]

No no no!

This good stuff should not be converted!

I can tell which is more useful: a temporary skill or equipment that can be used for a long time! And even if I don't use it anymore, I can just sell it. Bronze-level necklaces and ornaments aren't cheap!

I don't even want to apply the decomposition mark!

In addition, the maximum number of dismantling marks is three. If you get new equipment later and there are no more slots to mark it, won't you have to dismantle the existing equipment? What will you do if you lose money then?

It's best to apply this mark to equipment that you don't need, or to equipment that can grant permanent skills.

"Whoo~"

Bai Shuodong smiled and exhaled, his gaze falling on the third black iron treasure chest. With joy and excitement on his face, he opened the chest.

Congratulations on receiving: a bucket of goat milk!

"..."

Bai Shuodong's smile froze, but he quickly recovered. There was nothing he could do; after all, this was a Black Iron-grade treasure chest, so it was normal for it to drop such junk. It would be unbelievable if it could drop a Bronze-grade necklace.

Finally, he turned his gaze to the last remaining bronze-level treasure chest.

"Lord Chiya."

Just then, the old guard Tule quietly moved over, with a strangely shaped cushion under his bottom, the origin of which was unknown.

He pulled a straw-rolled cigarette from his pocket, took a deep drag, and said, "After crossing the Lonely Ridge Road, the road ahead will be even more difficult."

"Ok?"

Bai Shuodong looked impatient.

"The Lonely Ridge Road is difficult to traverse, and you'll be attacked from both sides by the Gray Rock Men, but the terrain can also restrict those cavalrymen, making it difficult for them to maneuver freely."

He slowly exhaled a puff of white smoke, then continued looking at the campfire, saying, "Right now, we're alright in the withered forest, but beyond that lies the plains, and those cavalry are elite troops. Sir, you..."

'I haven't finished opening all my treasure chests yet!'

Bai Shuodong gave him a cold glance.

With just one glance, Tule felt a sudden tightness in his back, and his hand trembled, almost dropping his cigarette.

"Who cares if they're elite or not? Just kill them, that's all! Stop talking nonsense!" Bai Shuodong shouted simply and bluntly.

"But we can't beat them..."

"Bullshit! Whether we can win or not isn't up to you, it's up to me. Right now, erase all those unnecessary thoughts from your head!"

"From now on, you are the elite, and the soldiers you lead are all elite! Tomorrow, go to the plains and wipe out those cavalrymen, do you hear me!" Bai Shuodong shouted directly.

The old guard was stunned; he felt as if his brain had crashed.

To be honest, these old guards, to put it nicely, are tribal warriors; to put it bluntly, they were sent to scout ahead. They didn't carry much food because the higher-ups didn't place all their hopes on them.

The route to Langyabao is difficult to travel, and it is a long and winding road. They also have to make do with the local resources.

This is reality.

The people they were about to face were the cavalry of the Gray Rock Tribe. Those men had grown up on horseback since childhood, and each one of them was more skilled than the last. They were simply no match for them.

"Us?"

The old guard pointed blankly at himself, his eyes even clearer than those of a college student.

"Nonsense! Get the hell out of here! Don't waste my time! All you need to remember is that you're an elite, and then go along and wreak havoc tomorrow!"

Bai Shuodong bluntly stated that he hated being disturbed while he was opening treasure chests.

"..."

The old guard unconsciously opened his mouth, and the cigarette inside fell out and landed on his trouser leg.

Then Bai Shuodong kicked him away.

The old guard returned to the campfire, and the others in the camp watched him.

Clearly, they had also heard what was said, but the silence was like the calm before a storm.

"..."

The old guard looked left and right, meeting pairs of bewildered eyes. The image of Commander Red Fang's face flashed in his mind, and he suddenly smiled, the scars on his face wriggling like centipedes.

He felt that his mind was completely blank at that moment, and he seemed to have realized something.

That feeling was wonderful.

He closed his eyes, grasped the feeling, and then the smile on his face became even more intense.

Got it!

I understand!

"Hahaha! To hell with the elite! To hell with the pressure! Brothers, I get it!"

"Just follow your superiors! Don't think about anything else! Empty your minds, just do what you need to do, and think about what you need to think about! Carrying heavy burdens will make the blade heavier, and emotions will make the blade slower. When we give up thinking, we will be the strongest elite!"

The old guard clenched his fist and laughed heartily in the center of the camp.

"what?"

"what?"