"Listen to before you decide, young man, okay?"
"...."
Zhou Ping was silent for a mont, then muttered:
"Centurion, your words have already hinted at unsettling the troops’ morale. I hope you have a reasonable explanation."
The middle-aged man smiled lightly at this, crossed his legs, and closed his eyes.
Once upon a ti, he too was full of such fervor like this young man.
Loyalty, fearless, brave.
"You need not doubt my loyalty. I have been in the Black Scale Army for more than twenty years. Counting the ti at the Tian’an Martial Hall and Wuxuan Institute, I can say I’ve spent most of my life living for the Pri Minister."
The middle-aged man slowly opened his eyes and whispered softly, "I am willing to tell you these things because of your burning loyalty to the Pri Minister. The Pri Minister’s vision needs a genius like you to build it, needs you to stay alive and play a greater role, rather than hastily sacrificing your life in the upcoming war due to this loyalty."
"Young man, combat skills can be cultivated, and experience can be honed, but the mindset in battle can only settle through one bloody fight after another. Like all the fools just out of Wuxuan Institute, you’ve been in a rush to prove sothing on the battlefield these three months under .
"Prove you have no fear, prove your loyalty, prove you can serve the Pri Minister, but do you know, in these three months, you have already faced demise no less than ten tis."
Zhou Ping’s eyes flickered, but eventually, he still looked straight into the other’s murky eyes and said:
"But I survived, relying on my talents to survive in those types of wars at the Northern Frontier."
"Learned pretty fast, putting humility aside so quickly."
The middle-aged man found it sowhat amusing, with a bit of mockery:
"But young man, you think what ca before counts as war?"
"Why wouldn’t it count?"
"That’s called slaughter."
"...."
The silence was familiar, yet Zhou Ping continued to say:
"During my ti at Wuxuan Institute, I once followed the tutors to Northern Border City. Back then, the Barbarian Tribes were not yet broken and were still thriving."
The middle-aged man heard this but did not speak, just smiled.
He envied the other’s spirit of the newborn calf not fearing the tiger, but without experiencing real warfare personally, others wouldn’t understand.
He sighed softly and spoke in a gentle voice:
"Young man, exterminating the Barbarian Tribes doesn’t count as real warfare..."
Zhou Ping frowned:
"If a million troops facing off doesn’t count as warfare, then what does?"
The middle-aged man’s gaze was complicated, silent for a mont before shaking his head:
"If you insist, I can’t dissuade you, but so things, whether responsible to myself, to you young man, or to the Pri Minister, I must tell you.
"In books recounting history, operatic stories, and even governnt office reports, they like to sing praises of our soldiers’ loyalty, love to acclaim the iron-blooded glory gained through sacrifice, but we are living beings, not chanical entities from literary pens, you also don’t need to choose such extre ans to prove your loyalty."
As the words fell, a mont of silence ensued.
Zhou Ping was about to say sothing more when a heavy tread echoed from the corridor outside the cabin.
"Clang...."
"Clang...."
"Clang...."
Iron boots hit the ground, the sound echoing from afar to near, as several burly n covered in thick iron armor patrolled the corridor.
One led, four followed, each hand on the sword scabbard.
The corridor wasn’t long, asured roughly thirty yards, with three iron doors set on each side, each with a window to peer inside, while simultaneously those inside could clearly see those walking in the corridor.
With the arrival of these heavily armored n, the formation patterns on the cabin’s inner wall began to flicker and charge, the fluorescent glow illuminating the cabin casting away the dimness, and a deep voice rang out in every corner of the cabin, waking those still asleep armored warriors and making soldiers who were polishing Spiritual Blades pause and raise their eyes.
It was a brief and indifferent eight-word command.
"Attention all troops, prepare for rapid descent."
As the words fell, under the drive of formation patterns, gears hidden under the iron skin began to turn, the heavy chanical sound reverberating in the silent cabin.
Roar——
Along with the tremble of the cabin, a lighted cabin door slowly opened at the height of ten thousand ters in the sky, fierce cold winds accompanied by light surged in instantly. Yet unexpectedly to everyone, this light was not dazzling.
The red sun rising gradually in the distant east, while the sky was no longer a pure blue, but showcased an extrely brilliant blue-black hue.
Looking down, the clouds were surging like white snow.
They were at a great height now.
High enough that even the clouds seed as distant as the ground.
Zhou Ping was astonished by this stunning scene, but as the iron cabin door completely opened and his gaze leveled horizontally towards the sa altitude horizon, he witnessed an awe-inspiring sight.
It was the power belonging to humanity.
Enormous and ferocious beasts appeared in full view.
One,
Hundred,
Thousand,
They poured over mountains and filled seas, stretched endlessly, soaring in this Sky Do, the massive wingspan shading the sun, casting a cloud-like shadow upon the boundless sea of clouds!
Also, at this mont,
A loud, stern shout from the Garrison General in the corridor exploded in everyone’s ears:
"Don’t just stand there like idiots! This ti is not a damn drill! We are already above those rebel Immortal Sect, use the ti to reminisce about the results of this month’s training, rember every word in the Black Scale Manual!
"From fifteen thousand yards high up, any mistake will either smash you into pulp or you’ll be hacked to death by the Sect Alliance traitors on landing!"
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