"All right, your recruit training has officially come to an end."
"For the time being, you may arrange your own schedules, but remember that your martial cultivation must come first!"
At a quarter past the Hour of the Monkey that afternoon, the large group had already returned to the Wang Family Courtyard in the county town. Before dismissing them, Zhang Xianzhong said to the orphaned youths assembled in the front courtyard, "For the next two months, I will no longer accompany your squads during training or missions."
"How great your future achievements will be, and how far you raise your martial cultivation, will all depend on your own efforts."
"To tell you the truth, the Rebel Army does not have many peaceful days left."
"In roughly two months, it is a foregone conclusion that our Rebel Army will abandon Dingbian City and head for distant lands."
"Before the government forces arrive, I hope every one of you can become a qualified elite combat soldier through cultivation and training, increasing your chances of survival."
"The imperial court, the officials and gentry, the great clans, and the wealthy families—those vested interests are deeply rooted. Their fundamental stance is different from that of our Rebel Army, and we are destined to be irreconcilable foes."
"If you do not want to be killed by them, then from now on, you must think of every possible way to kill them!"
"Starting tomorrow, I will not come to this Wang Family Courtyard often."
"Unless you receive military orders, you may move freely each day. You can form teams to leave the city for real combat experience, or stay in the Wang Family Courtyard and train bitterly."
"But you must return at night to sleep. You are not allowed to wander outside!"
At this point, his gaze