Gao Wu: My freshman internship was a battle on the front lines.

During these nine days.

With Vivian's continuous optimization, the puppet production line has completed two more rounds of expansion.

In these nine days, 250,000 sixth-tier puppets and 25,000 enhanced puppets were produced.

In addition, there are a total of 2.5 million low-level puppets of various ranks.

"Vivian! tally the army's battle merits. I want to personally distribute these Dao Fruits and Dao Fragments."

Human army camp.

After three days of bloody fighting, the huge temporary camp set up inside the city walls was filled with an extremely complex atmosphere.

The wounded lay on stretchers groaning softly, but more people sat around in the open space between the trenches and tents.

Their faces bore the exhilaration of surviving a catastrophe and the ruggedness unique to the battlefield.

The charcoal fire in the brazier crackled and popped.

Several mechanical remains, which were seized from who-knows-where, were dismantled and used as stools.

The group of people gathered in small groups, shouting and arguing about who had destroyed how many puppets that day.

The noise was so loud it could blow the tent roof off, as if whoever had the loudest voice had actually killed the most.

"You didn't see that heavy assault golem from the Mech race. It's over ten meters tall. I barely peeked out, and damn it, its cannon was already aimed at me!"

"But who do you think I am? I slid into its blind spot and shoved three high-explosive grenades into its joints! Boom! It exploded upside down!"

A soldier waved his arms, spitting as he recounted his battle exploits.

As he spoke, he kicked the charred piece of machinery on the ground twice.

"Look, these are fragments of that puppet! I kept several pieces as proof of my merits; they'll be used to verify them when I claim the fruits of the Great Dao."

"You're just bragging! A sliding tackle, my foot. With that belly fat on your stomach!"

A one-eyed veteran standing nearby exposed him without hesitation, causing the surrounding crowd to burst into laughter.

"What are you laughing at! I'm telling the truth! I don't care! I've got ten seventh-tier puppets, the Great Dao Fruit is mine for the taking!"

"Fine, fine, you're dreaming. You actually believe Lord Ye when he says he'll reward you with a Great Dao Fruit? It's a Great Dao Fruit! Do you know how precious it is?"

"You've fought battles for over a decade, how many times have you seen a Great Dao Fruit? That's a rare treasure that can allow a seventh-tier cultivator to directly break through to Martial God! Can it be given away so casually?"

A middle-aged martial arts master with a gloomy face leaned against a tent post, his tone full of worldly wisdom and disdain.

"I've been in Daxia City for twenty years, how many military achievements did I make? And what happened in the end? That old bastard Feng Buxiu didn't give me a single penny."

"What's the difference between Dragon City and Great Xia City? Officials all talk the same thing—sweet words, but no action!"

"Exactly! I think it's unlikely!" Several people were swayed by his words.

The previously heated atmosphere suddenly fell silent. Several soldiers who had been counting on their fingers whether they had enough to exchange for the Great Dao Fruit also involuntarily stopped what they were doing.

A hint of uncertainty appeared on their faces.

"Screw it! I've fought my fair share, let's see if the city lord gives it to us or not. If he really doesn't, then we're just unlucky. In future battles, survival will be the priority, who's going to risk their life charging forward?"

A burly old soldier spat and chopped his short axe into the wooden stump in front of him, his voice filled with frustration.

Just then, a commotion broke out outside the camp.

The sentry guarding the camp gate practically shouted, "Lord Ye has arrived!"

Before he finished speaking, the entire camp fell silent.

Ye Feng walked in.

He was accompanied only by Vivian, a virtual projection, without any guards.

But every soldier who saw him instinctively stood up.

Vivian's virtual projection displayed a huge battle merit leaderboard above the camp.

The screen scrolled densely with each person's name and corresponding battle merit data.

The battle merit system was written by Vivian herself.

The error is no more than one ten-thousandth.

In other words, no one could falsely report their war achievements, and no one would fail to report them.

When Ye Feng personally handed the first batch of Great Dao Fruits to the award-winning soldiers.

The entire camp was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

One by one, the fruits of the Great Dao were distributed to each soldier.

Those who received the fruit stood there, holding their hands, their expressions incredulous.

And that middle-aged martial arts master who had just been leaning against the tent post, confidently declaring that Dragon City and Great Xia City were no different...

He stood there blankly on the outside of the crowd, his expression even more unpleasant than if he were crying.

He fought desperately for three days, but he never expected the city lord to keep his promise.

Now he watched helplessly as a group of younger men, whom he usually called "old hands," burst into laughter right in front of him.

That regret was more suffocating than the mountain of puppet remains piled up outside the city walls.

"Damn it, all I need is the battle merit of a seventh-tier Venerable!"

Ye Feng did not linger.

After he distributed the last Great Dao Fruit.

He suddenly stopped when he reached the camp gate.

He turned slightly and nodded to all the silent, standing soldiers.

Just that one moment.

It's as if it's telling everyone.

Your life was not treated as a number, and your blood was not shed in vain.

"Listen up, everyone! This battle isn't over yet. As for whether you've earned enough merit? That's up to you to decide."

There was a three-second silence in the tent, then a deafening roar erupted.

But a group of people deeply regret it.

Those seasoned soldiers who started fighting in the Great Xia City.

They watched in silence as their comrades played with the golden fruits of the Great Path.

They regret it!

Some people lowered their heads, clenched their fists, and then returned to their companies without saying a word.

Suddenly, someone slapped himself hard across the face, then strode up to the officer.

He requested to be among the first to go to the battlefield in the upcoming fighting.

Outside the camp gate, Ye Feng looked at Vivian, who was standing quietly beside him.

"Let's compile a more detailed list of items that can be exchanged for military merits."

"Don't let military merits go to waste! War puppets can also be added to the military merit exchange system!"

"Yes, Master." Vivian chuckled softly.

"Also, please note that the puppet remains below the city walls can be recycled up to 70%."

"In other words, the enemy's remains will be repurposed into puppets, which will then be returned to the battlefield to eliminate the enemy."

Ye Feng almost burst out laughing when he heard this.

Yes!

This truly proves an old saying.

We had no guns or cannons! The enemy made them for us!

His enemies will find out sooner or later.

What they were facing with the full strength of their tribe was not actually just a city.

It is a perpetually operating black hole of war.

No matter how much flesh and steel you send in, it will never be enough.

The combined forces of the Demon Race and the Machine Race have only just reached the very edge of the black hole.

"What's next, Master?"

"Next step?" Ye Feng turned around and looked.

The mechanical race's army of millions of puppets has been almost completely wiped out.

However, the combat power of the Mechanical Race and the Celestial Demon Race above the level of Martial God will be reduced by a maximum of 30%.

As for the god-level combat power that can truly determine the outcome of the war, it is completely intact.

"The real war is about to begin."

He stretched.

"Next, it's my turn."