173: Chapter 173 Militia Battalion Commander

"You want the weapon in my hand? Defeat me first!"

Yang Juncheng glanced at the burly man and replied in a cold tone.

"Kid, you're looking for death!"

Hearing Yang Juncheng's words, a fierce light flashed in the burly man's eyes. With a roar, he took large strides and rushed toward Yang Juncheng.

Watching the rushing burly man, a fierce light flashed in Yang Juncheng's eyes. With a cold snort, he raised the spear in his hand and thrust it rapidly toward the burly man.

Pfft!

Amidst a strange sound, the rust-spotted spear easily pierced through the burly man's neck, causing blood to splatter. He coughed up a mouthful of blood and collapsed weakly to the ground, becoming a cold corpse.

"Although I cannot Cultivate the Spells, Divine Abilities, and Body Refining Cultivation Techniques from outside the game world, the basic Martial Skills in my memory can still be used in the game world. Dealing with a mere ordinary burly man is as easy as pie!"

"I just don't know how strong the cultivators in this game world are. With my current strength, can I kill them?"

Yang Juncheng glanced at the burly man's corpse, a sharp gleam flashing in his eyes, and muttered to himself.

While Yang Juncheng was muttering, the surrounding militia members moved away from him one after another, terrified of being targeted by this harbinger of death.

Meanwhile, the elite soldiers who had gathered to watch the commotion all showed shocked expressions.

They really had not expected that this scrawny-looking guy, Yang Juncheng, would actually be proficient in Martial Skills and easily kill a burly man.

"I am Commander Zhao Bin, the company commander of the First Company, First Battalion, Second Brigade, Third Division, First Army of the Zhenbei Army. What is your name?"

At this moment, a burly man wearing fine armor and holding a refined steel saber walked slowly to Yang Juncheng's side and said in a flat tone.

"Sir, my name is Yang Juncheng!"

Yang Juncheng put away his spear, stood up straight, and responded loudly.

"Yang Juncheng, from now on, you are the commander of the Militia Battalion!"

"I will give you one hour to prepare!"

"In one hour, you will lead the Militia Battalion to launch an attack on the Bandit Camp!"

Commander Zhao Bin glanced at Yang Juncheng's straight posture and said in a flat tone.

"Yes, sir!"

Hearing Commander Zhao Bin's words, Yang Juncheng was delighted and responded loudly.

"Kid, you are very good. I think highly of you!"

"If you can accumulate enough merits while attacking the Bandit Camp, I will request rewards from my superiors for you and let you join our Zhenbei Army to become a true soldier!"

Seeing Yang Juncheng's joyful face, a faint smile flashed in Commander Zhao Bin's eyes. He reached out, patted Yang Juncheng's shoulder, and praised him softly.

After saying this, Commander Zhao Bin left with the elite soldiers of the Zhenbei Army.

After Commander Zhao Bin left, Yang Juncheng turned his gaze toward the other militia members.

There were more than three thousand militia members in the Militia Battalion, the vast majority of whom were scrawny and looked malnourished.

Only about a hundred burly men, who had fierce faces and exuded a savage aura and a faint Killing Intent, clearly not good people, possessed decent physiques.

Although Yang Juncheng was appointed as the commander of the Militia Battalion by Commander Zhao Bin, if he did not have sufficient ability and powerful strength, he would not be able to suppress these militia members of the Militia Battalion at all, let alone command them.

After all, the militia members of the Militia Battalion were basically conscripted refugees used as cannon fodder. They had no discipline whatsoever, never knew when they might die, and would not take Yang Juncheng, the commander of the Militia Battalion, seriously at all, let alone obey his orders.

"To survive the upcoming war and gain enough merits and wealth from it, I must unite these militia members!"

"After all, the strength of this body is not very high; I must rely on the power of the collective!"

Yang Juncheng muttered to himself, then spoke loudly to the three thousand-plus militia members of the Militia Battalion, "From now on, I am the commander of the Militia Battalion! You must obey my orders, or you will be executed without mercy!"

"Now, everyone get up and gather here with me. I want to take a headcount and perform a simple reorganization on you!"

Hearing Yang Juncheng's words, those weak-bodied militia members who had nothing in their hands looked at each other, then stood up one after another and walked toward Yang Juncheng.

On the other hand, the robust, burly men all cast cold glances at Yang Juncheng and remained completely unmoved. Some even folded their arms, waiting to watch Yang Juncheng make a fool of himself, not taking him seriously at all.

"I told you to come over and assemble! Did you not hear me?"

"Get over here right now, or don't blame me for being ruthless and slaughtering you all!"

Seeing that those burly men were disobedient, a fierce light flashed in Yang Juncheng's eyes, and he threatened them loudly in a cold tone.

"Kid, what right do you have to be the commander of our Militia Battalion?"

"You don't actually think that just because of some company commander's appointment, you can become the commander of the Militia Battalion and order us around, do you?"

"Let me tell you, if you want us to obey your orders, there's not a chance in hell!"

"Exactly! A wet-behind-the-ears brat actually wants to command us? What a joke!"

"So what if you killed one person? Big deal! I've killed more people than I can count!"

"Hmph! If you want to command me, wait until your next life!"

"......"

As soon as Yang Juncheng finished speaking, over a dozen burly men began to mock him one after another. They brandished the broadswords and spears in their hands, flaunting their strength to warn Yang Juncheng that they were not to be trifled with.

"Since you are looking for death, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

Hearing the words of those dozen or so robust men, Yang Juncheng's eyes flickered with a fierce light, and he spoke loudly in a cold tone.

As he spoke, Yang Juncheng moved his body and rushed toward the dozen or so burly men.

Seeing Yang Juncheng's movement, the expressions of the dozen or so burly men changed slightly. With a fierce look in their eyes, they raised their broadswords and spears and struck toward Yang Juncheng.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Amidst the crisp clangs of metal clashing, the spear in Yang Juncheng's hand was like a Dragon, easily knocking away the broadswords and spears that were attacking him.

Immediately after, the spear in Yang Juncheng's hand thrust out rapidly, easily piercing through the necks of one burly man after another, causing blood to splatter as they became cold corpses and collapsed weakly to the ground.

At this moment, Yang Juncheng put away his dripping spear, swept his gaze over the other burly men, and said, "Who else is not convinced? You can step forward, and I will beat you until you are!"

Hearing Yang Juncheng's words and seeing the dozen or so corpses of the burly men on the ground, the faces of the several hundred remaining burly men changed drastically. A look of terror flashed in their eyes, and they lowered their heads, not daring to speak.

Seeing this, a cold sneer flashed in Yang Juncheng's eyes, and he said in a cold tone, "Since no one is unconvinced, then assemble according to my orders. I want to perform a simple reorganization on you!"

Hearing Yang Juncheng's words, those several hundred burly men immediately walked over to Yang Juncheng obediently and lined up in a neat formation, waiting for Yang Juncheng's instructions.

As for those scrawny guys, they were even more intimidated. They quickly formed their lines and awaited Yang Juncheng's next orders.

With this, Yang Juncheng had initially gained command over the Militia Battalion.