Small Print Notes!!!

Canghai watched Lin Shui leave, then turned to face the group of young, slightly green faces before him. The corner of his mouth curved into an inscrutable smile.

"Students," his voice was loud and clear, carrying a soldier's characteristic decisiveness, "I am Canghai, commander of the Tenth Regiment, a Sixth Grade Martial Artist.

"For the time ahead, I will assign each of you a specific combat post and mission.

"The battlefield is no game. Assignments are military orders. Remember that."

With that, he gave the students no time to question or react. He directly unfolded the list in his hand, his gaze sharp as a torch as he began calling names and assigning posts.

"Lu Qingfeng," he read out the first name. "Report to the Fiftieth Battalion and join the Third Brigade."

Lu Qingfeng held a heavy sword, his expression blank as he answered in a deep voice, "Yes!"

"Zhou Yan, report to the Artifact Refining Department to assist with work under Master Liu's arrangements."

"Chen Yu, you are assigned to the Third Medical Logistics Squad."

"Zhao Feng, report to the Array Maintenance Team at the Southeast Third Array Eye."

Canghai spoke at a steady pace, name after name and their corresponding assignments leaving his lips.

Most of the students were assigned to different battalions within the combat units. A small number with specialized skills—such as artifact refinement, rudimentary medical knowledge, or a basic understanding of arrays—were assigned to the appropriate logistical support positions.

Based on the information he had gathered earlier, a fully staffed battalion in Zhenhai City's army consisted of one thousand men.

The designations of these fifty battalions roughly corresponded to different garrison areas, types of missions, and... the degree of danger they faced.

The later-numbered battalions were generally stationed farther to the rear.

They were