Gudu Military Training

One month passed in the blink of an eye.

At 6 AM on September 1st, the clamor of the undead outside the city gradually faded, and the city welcomed a new day.

Inside the city, a crowd of second-year high school students, ready for military training, stood before the armed forces department.

"Boss, I've found out. This year, our school will be assigned to the Lintong Military Region," Sun Rui Zhi said excitedly. "I wonder if we'll get to see a Super Level Mage in action!"

"Maybe," Xu Fang replied.

The Lintong Military Region was precisely Fei Jiao's territory. Xu Fang didn't believe there was no connection.

The crowd was full of young people from the same school, chattering excitedly amongst themselves.

"Silence!"

Qian Kuan stood before them with a stern face. "What kind of behavior is this, making so much noise? This is the armed forces department, not a marketplace!"

The students immediately fell silent. King Qian's reputation was deeply ingrained in their minds.

Seeing that the students had quieted down, Qian Kuan nodded with satisfaction and continued:

"Your teachers should have all told you that every city has a Safety Zone. Areas outside the Safety Zone are where Demons might appear. Before you have enough ability to deal with Demons, stepping outside the Safety Zone is a death sentence!

Our Gudu is no exception. The Demon Empire in the Qinling Mountains and the endless undead are forbidden zones for humans. Even powerful Super Level Mages cannot move freely there!"

Super Level?

Even Forbidden Curses wouldn't dare!

Others might not know, but Xu Fang was well aware that the Demon population in the Qinling Mountains was a branch of the Kunlun Demon Empire, the largest Demon Empire in Huaxia and the seventh largest in the world.

As for the undead, they came from the Huaxia Undead Empire. Under the Ancient Throne of the Undead Lords, there were eight Undead Lords, each possessing the strength of a Great Monarch or higher. Ordinary Super Level Mages would be sent to their deaths.

Thinking about it, Xu Fang truly admired the big shots of Gudu for being able to establish themselves in such a harsh environment.

No wonder Shi Zheng's hair was thinning and Fei Jiao kept his hair short; it was likely from worry.

"Every day, the Hunter's Alliance, the Magic Association, and other major Mage families send people to patrol and set up defenses, ensuring that no Demon can set foot in our human residential areas.

However, our current Mage strength is limited. No, it's far from enough!

Therefore, you must take on this responsibility!

While your peers are sleeping in their dorms or getting a taste of battle with the help of many experts, you must fight alongside the Military Mages to protect Gudu!

Tell me, are you ready?"

"Ready!" The students were at an age full of passion. Qian Kuan's words ignited a fire in them, and they shouted back with all their might.

In the distance, several military vehicles were parked by the roadside. Old soldiers, smoking and chatting, chuckled in unison as they witnessed the scene.

"It's exactly like me back then, they haven't even changed the words."

"I was so impulsive back then, I didn't even go to Gudu Academy, I just enrolled in a military school."

"Are you bragging? If Gudu Academy had accepted you, you would have eagerly reported there!"

"Who do you think will wet themselves this year? I bet it's... Attention, Company Commander!"

The old soldiers, who had been commenting on the students moments before, lowered their heads and dared not breathe in the presence of this Company Commander.

"Laugh, why aren't you laughing anymore?"

He Ming looked at them expressionlessly. "Keep laughing, pretend I'm not here."

Who would dare pretend you're not here...

The old soldiers grumbled inwardly but dared not speak. He Ming was an Intermediate Mage with full mastery of two elements, a ruthless individual who could tear apart a General single-handedly. Even the most seasoned soldier wouldn't dare to act up in front of him.

He Ming didn't say much in front of the students. If this were in the barracks, a round of extreme ten-shot magic juicing would be unavoidable.

Qian Kuan spoke for over twenty minutes, covering all the necessary precautions.

It wasn't until 6:30 AM that He Ming, along with a group of old soldiers, approached the students.

"Let me introduce myself. My name is He Ming, your new recruit company commander. I major in the Wind Element and minor in the Light Element. Now, I will call roll. Whoever is called will step forward and respond 'Here.' Do you understand?"

"Understood!"

"Yes, sir!"

"Protecting civilians is everyone's duty!"

The students spoke in a jumble of voices.

He Ming's expression remained unchanged. These students hadn't officially joined yet and weren't his soldiers. Once they reached the barracks, there would be plenty of time for training.

"Now, roll call!"

"Wang Zi Chen!"

"Here!"

"Mao Kang!"

"Here!"

He Ming's voice was deep and rapid, like a dense drumbeat. The students instinctively stopped their chatter and responded one by one as he called their names.

The roll call ended quickly. He Ming called out eight names in total, Xu Fang among them.

"You few will temporarily serve as vice-class leaders. We'll make adjustments later based on the undead leaderboard." He Ming checked the time, closed the list in his hand, and looked at the class leaders. "The rest is up to you. Hurry it up."

The class leaders shouted out the names of their class members.

Xu Fang was assigned to Class Eight. His class leader was none other than Qi Lao San, with whom he had shared a boxed meal under the walls of Gudu that day.

"Hey, little brother, we meet again. I wanted to find you for a drink that day, but your phone wouldn't connect no matter what."

Qi Lao San chuckled. "This is fate, unstoppable. Don't worry, when we get to Lintong, I'll personally take you to the battlefield. I guarantee high undead points!"

Seeing Xu Fang chatting happily with Qi Lao San, the other students in Class Eight were a bit displeased.

The other seven vice-class leaders were convinced, as they were the only students in this year's Gudu Second High School who had mastered Level 2 Beginner Magic.

But Xu Fang?

A transfer student, and a pretty boy at that, getting ahead of them right from the start?

The students of Gudu were quite proud. After all, they had lived within the city walls since childhood, with constant alarms sounding. This high-pressure environment made their strength far surpass students of the same age.

For example, a Primary Mage who had just learned to cast Magic could get into an advanced class in Bocheng, but in Gudu Second High School, they would only be average.

The position of vice-class leader was coveted by everyone. It was not only a stepping stone to top universities but also allowed them to obtain a large amount of resources.

Xu Fang noticed their emotions and realized his behavior was inappropriate—but so what?

You're unhappy, so I have to change? I'm not your damn father!

"Everyone's here, get on the truck!" Qi Lao San called out, and everyone climbed onto a military truck with a canopy.

The truck was spacious enough for everyone to stretch out, even lie down and sleep.

The students were incredibly excited. Only a fool would sleep. They pulled Qi Lao San aside and peppered him with questions.

"Class Leader, I heard Spirit Essence is very valuable. Do we have to hand it in if we find some?"

"Hand it in? No way. As long as you can get it, it's yours."

"Class Leader, how are our undead points tallied? Will there be any mistakes?"

"Heh, you really dare to think, you brat. Even I... even I, a Level 3 Beginner Mage, wouldn't dare say my kill radius is so large that the recorder can't keep up!"

As he said this, Qi Lao San subconsciously glanced at Xu Fang. If you included this freak, it might really be uncertain...

Another student asked, "Class Leader, does our army have standard Magic Tools?"

Before Qi Lao San could answer, other students chimed in with sarcasm: "Are you dreaming?"

"What kind of pose allows for such a beautiful dream?"

"Magic Tools are so expensive, how could they possibly be given to us rookies?"

That student also realized he had asked a foolish question and chuckled sheepishly, falling silent.

But just then, Qi Lao San said leisurely, "Who says it's impossible?"

Everyone: "!!!"