Please, graduates, slay the demon!

"New recruit night, huh? I never expected the Survey Corps to have such a tradition," Zhang Xianzhong remarked with some emotion.

"Baby Night?"

Qi Zijian muttered these three words, then looked at the rows of cigarettes and beer behind him and asked:

"A recruit carnival? One of those events with singing, dancing, and free cigarettes and alcohol?"

"Save your breath, you really can't participate in something like this," Chen Yang teased from the side.

"You bunch of country bumpkins, haven't you even heard of being a soldier during your basic training night?"

Zhang Xianzhong spoke in a somewhat measured tone, finally gaining some authority in the conversation between the two men:

"The recruit night is a tradition for every city's garrison troops and the central army in the inner circle. The first month after arriving at the military camp is actually the most difficult time of the entire recruit period. These people will endure inhuman treatment."

"You can only eat beef with blood on it. You can't take any pills or spirit stones. You have to carry a hundred kilometers of heavy loads every day and swing your sword tens of thousands of times. Every night when you are sleeping soundly, the instructors will blow whistles to call you to assemble."

"Of course, for martial artists, these are not the most arduous aspects. It is said that every new recruit is given a unique rank number upon enlistment. During basic training, instructors will use torture to extract the recruits' rank numbers. This torture is not physical abuse, but rather the use of a talisman on the recruits."

"If you stick a talisman on your head, you will start daydreaming, treating your dreams as reality, and you won't even want to come out of bed."

Zhang Xianzhong swallowed hard and said:

"Anyone who reveals their rank number will have their basic training period extended indefinitely until they become accustomed to this torture and no longer reveal their rank number, at which point they will be considered to have passed the training."

Qi Zijian nodded after listening: "Wow, that's so cruel."

After listening, Chen Yang nodded: "Aren't the real enemies of humans powerful demons? Why train this?"

Zhang Xianzhong glanced at Chen Yang with some surprise:

"Because of the demon descendants. Kneeling before the great demon, receiving the great demon's blood, and then becoming a demon descendant with the cultivation of a Grandmaster, how can one serve as a soldier if one cannot resist the temptation? In the past, there were also cities number twelve, thirteen, and fourteen outside city number eleven. They were all cities where demon descendants opened their gates and let the great demons in. More than a third of the border soldiers were bewitched by the great demons, so this is the only way to cultivate the ability to suppress abnormal power in advance and avoid defecting when facing the great demons."

Zhang Xianzhong shook his head:

"You two interrupted me! Where was I?"

"New recruit night," Chen Yang reminded him.

"Oh, recruit night isn't what you two think. Do you really think the military camp is run by old man Sun? Recruit night is for cultivating the wildness of soldiers."

As Zhang Xianzhong spoke, he became increasingly melancholy.

He first heard the term "recruit's night" when he was a child, when his elders told him about it and hoped that he would experience it someday.

"The rules for recruit night are: starting at 8 p.m., all the supply depots will be open. Men's alcohol, women's cosmetics—things that shouldn't be in the military camp—will appear in the recruit night's depots, and then the recruits can loot them."

"Rob?"

"Yes, rob," Zhang Xianzhong continued. "These things that don't belong to the military region, you have to rob them yourself. On that night, no matter what branch of the military you're in, you can participate in this robbery."

"Ignoring rules and discipline, using every means to seize what they want."

"On this night, only veterans at the early stage of the second rank will be in charge. As long as no one is killed, the new recruits can cause as much trouble as they want."

"Six years ago, on the first night of training for the troops stationed in City No. 8, one of the recruits stole supplies and set fire to the military district to confuse the situation, but no one paid any attention to him."

"The corps commander at the time said that soldiers should have ambition and a bandit-like nature."

Upon hearing this, Qi Zijian was intrigued:

"Old Zhang, you just said that you don't care about the branch of the military, so does that mean I can join any branch of the military? Does that mean I can join too?"

Zhang Xianzhong nodded woodenly:

"Theoretically, it's possible. Because that night, high-ranking officers will be stationed at the city wall border to prevent a mutiny. Apart from the low-ranking veterans I just mentioned, no one in the entire recruit camp will be in charge of you, nor will they have the energy to manage you. Because that night will be very chaotic, as long as you can survive and bring the loot back to the dormitory, no one will bother you."

"This has potential!"

Qi Zijian turned his gaze to Chen Yang, only to find that Chen Yang had already walked away with the supply bag.

"In these extraordinary times, we shouldn't make any mistakes. If we really make a mistake and drive Old Man Sun away, our good days will truly be over."

"Conservatives are really annoying."

Qi Zijian muttered something to himself as he watched Chen Yang's retreating figure, then followed him.

He really had the idea of ​​pulling off a heist that very night.

But it's simply not realistic to do it alone.

As Zhang Xianzhong said, he would soon be facing new recruits who had been suppressed for a whole month.

Young, hot-blooded, and greedy.

In addition, there's the fact that it's a criminal camp.

He felt that if he tried it, something bad would really happen.

But then again...

If he were to be discovered doing something wrong by his superiors, and Old Man Sun were to be dismissed and Captain Ma were to arrive, he would truly become depressed.

I walked a few more steps on the way back.

Several pickup trucks pulled up and continued unloading supplies from the vehicles, delivering them to the tin shed.

"Hey, why did you stop?"

Qi Zijian noticed that Chen Yang had disappeared from his side. He turned around and saw Chen Yang staring intently at the tin shed.

"Old Qi..." Chen Yang said in a low voice, "You're right, I also think this has potential."

"Don't do anything reckless, kid, watch out..."

Qi Zijian stepped forward, feeling that Chen Yang still had the nerve to talk about him.

He clearly also longed for those supplies.

He was about to pull Chen Yang away when he froze on the spot, staring blankly at the supplies being transported from the pickup truck.

"Can you two be so spineless? Don't let tobacco and alcohol corrupt you..."

Zhang Xianzhong walked between the two men, looked at the new supplies, and said nothing more.

The three men stood rooted to the spot with their arms crossed, while Zhang Xianzhong muttered things like "Damn it!"

The new batch of pickup trucks no longer delivers cigarettes, alcohol, cosmetics, or similar items.

Instead, they were high-quality battle swords.

There were also boxes of Qi and Blood Pills and Spirit Stones.

It was moved up last.

It was a martial arts textbook printed by the military camp itself, with some techniques written on it.

The techniques taught in the military camp are different from those taught in high school.

The techniques in the military camp are the most practical and lethal.

"Old Qi..."

"Old Zhang..."

"Yoko..."

The three of them stood there, calling each other's names affectionately.

"I think it has potential."

After Chen Yang finished speaking, the three of them turned around and walked back the way they came.

The temptation was too great.

Chen Yang could feel his heart pounding.

These things are unavailable in the prison camp. If the recruits can master these things during their first night, their basic martial arts training for the next six months will be completely worry-free.

Each of them returned with their own thoughts on their minds. As they passed the alley leading to the canteen, Chen Yang and his two companions saw more than twenty veterans gathered at the alley entrance.

Chen Yang originally wanted to go around it, but Qi Zijian grabbed his arm:

"Yangzi, do you think that's Pengfei?"

Chen Yang squeezed forward a few steps and, through the gaps in the crowd, saw Luo Pengfei lying on the ground, his breakfast scattered all over the floor, surrounded by several tall recruits.