"The Demon Race's autumn offensive has already begun. You will be assigned to ten infantry battalions to fight alongside ordinary infantry soldiers. Killing enemies will earn you merit points. The more merit points your squad earns, the more important the missions you can accept from me. How far you progress in these three months will depend on your own efforts. Above all, remember this: if a member of your squad dies, that Demon Hunt Squad will be disbanded. An individual's strength is always insignificant on the battlefield. Teamwork is your only means of survival."
Sheng Lingxin's words weighed heavily on everyone present. Their expressions were solemn, and none dared let their attention wander, for these were lessons their predecessors had paid for in blood.
The meeting was brief. Once Sheng Lingxin finished speaking, ten officers entered through the door. They were the commanders of the ten infantry battalions, and each led a Demon Hunt Squad away.
Jiang Feng's squad was called Demon Hunt Squad One, so it was assigned to the First Infantry Battalion. Its commander was a tall, burly middle-aged man.
"You're all elites of the Alliance, and I'm honored to have you join our First Battalion temporarily. I'm the battalion commander, Zhang Hairong."
Jiang Feng smiled. "No need to stand on ceremony, Commander Zhang. We're simply soldiers under your command now. Whatever you need done, just give the word. We'll follow your orders."
A smile immediately spread across Zhang Hairong's face. He had genuinely feared that these young people would ignore his orders and act on their own. Even with their powerful cultivation, they might well cause him a great deal of trouble.
Hearing Jiang Feng's assurance eased much of his anxiety.
Sheng Lingxin had told him to treat these elite Demon Hunt Squad members like ordinary soldiers,