More Business Comes Knocking

Fengle Island.

The island was long from north to south and narrow from east to west, tapering to a point at its northern end while spreading gently at the south. A gradual slope rose through the center of the island, leveled into a broad military camp.

Gray-white barracks stood in tiers along the slope, stretching from the heights down to the edge of the forest near the coastline. Compacted dirt roads connected the camps, their surfaces covered with gravel and coarse sand. Every so often, a gray-green watchtower rose from the ground, its Monitoring Formation weaving the entire island into a sensory network.

It was now late August. Half a month had passed since Wanxuan and the Dragon Palace had secretly signed their alliance agreement. Wanxuan's Third Guard Station, with its thirty thousand officers and soldiers, and the Dragon Palace's three Aquatic Clan armies had all arrived.

Naturally, even more militia had been summoned from various places, making the entire island seem chaotic. Yet order was maintained, because Yang Wenqing's personal guard battalion had taken on the role of military police and personally patrolled the whole island.

For example, on the camp's main road at this very moment, Yang Wenyuan, commander of the personal guard battalion, was personally leading a squad on patrol.

In the camps on either side of the main road, militia members drilled formations under the command of their respective hundred-man unit leaders. They wore standardized light-gray training uniforms and held training Runic Rifles.

Most of these militiamen had been recruited from the Redstone Region and the cities and counties along the Eastern Sea coast. They were not cultivators, and some had never even cultivated formally, but they were physically strong. After half a year of basic training, they could coordinate their use of special rune guns