30: rat tide

On the training ground bathed in moonlight, a giant circle formed around Chen Fan, tightly enclosing him.

It was deep into the night, but no one was tired; everyone was listening intently to Chen Fan’s teachings.

In a trance, Chen Fan felt as if he had returned to his previous life as an energetic university lecturer.

Facing a packed auditorium of students, he could speak freely, imparting all his knowledge to them.

But he knew in his heart that he couldn't go back to his past life; only by living his current life well was the right path.

The moonlit night deepened, and even as white frost gathered on everyone, no one wanted to leave.

The reason was simple: Chen Fan’s Lecture was too captivating.

Even with only brief contact, both new and old soldiers had already, from the bottom of their hearts, considered Chen Fan their teacher.

After finishing his lecture on Battle Blade techniques, Chen Fan continued with strength training.

It wasn't until two or three in the morning, seeing that a few individuals were still in high spirits, that a wry smile involuntarily appeared on Chen Fan's face.

These guys were even tougher than he had imagined.

However, after a moment's thought, Chen Fan felt relieved; they were pushing themselves too hard to quickly improve their strength and combat abilities.

Among the crowd, Major Yuan Ye, Battalion Commander Chen Chu, and Yan Xiao were also mixed in, silently becoming devoted fans of Chen Fan.

Finally, at four in the morning, Chen Fan used 'tomorrow's training' as an excuse to forcefully disperse the reluctant students.

Looking at their still-eager expressions, Chen Fan couldn't help but smile.

This feeling was quite nice!

After everyone dispersed, Chen Fan did not return to the dormitory with Fang Yan and the other three.

Instead, taking advantage of his excellent condition, he began to do some exercises beneficial for improvement.

As the moonlight faded, lines of small text continuously appeared above Chen Fan's head as he exercised—

"Physique + 0.1"

"Physique + 0.1"

"Physique + 0.1"

With this kind of improvement, a hint of a helpless smile appeared at the corner of Chen Fan’s mouth.

He could only say it was better than nothing.

Self-comforting himself, Chen Fan continued his cultivation.

At the same time, wisps of thin cosmic energy rapidly gathered from all directions, then eagerly rushed into Chen Fan's body, enhancing his physique.

"Physique + 5"

"Physique + 5"

"..."

The next day.

The weather was slightly cool.

On the training ground shrouded in mist, Chen Fan leaned against an ancient tree, sleeping in his clothes, with white dew frosting his body.

A gentle morning breeze stirred, and Chen Fan woke up with a jolt.

"Ah..."

Shaking off the dew, Chen Fan stretched out with satisfaction.

The temperature difference at Ninth Army Base was significant, with a saying, 'Wear a cotton jacket in the morning, gauze at noon.'

This time, Chen Fan had experienced it profoundly.

A faint, refreshing chill permeated the air, and amidst the swirling mist, Chen Fan began his training again.

Round after round on the vast training ground.

Chen Fan increased his speed to the maximum, stirring up a gale on the training ground.

At this moment, at the entrance of the training ground.

A middle-aged man with two gold stars on his shoulder stood with his hands behind his back, quietly watching Chen Fan, who was sprinting round after round, his eyes calm.

This person was none other than one of the few lieutenant generals of the Jingji Garrison — Fu Fengxue, the commander of the Ninth Army.

"A swimming dragon should not be trapped in shallow water; the vast wilderness might be the place for you to soar."

Looking at Chen Fan, Fu Fengxue seemed to be talking to himself.

His voice was not loud, yet it seemed to penetrate directly into Chen Fan's mind.

Gradually, Chen Fan stopped his steps and walked towards Fu Fengxue.

"Chief, I don't quite understand what you mean!"

Chen Fan glanced at the two glittering gold stars on Fu Fengxue's shoulder and asked, feigning ignorance.

"Hehehe, you rascal."

A hint of cunning flashed in Fu Fengxue's eyes: "I've been your age before; there's no need to hide anything."

"Chen Fan, with your intelligence, it's impossible for you not to understand my words, but you are confining yourself to one place, which I don't quite comprehend."

"Although your teaching is very detailed and serious, and everyone has improved a lot,

have you ever thought that your talent is not suited to be a teacher?"

At this point, Fu Fengxue looked deeply at Chen Fan and asked earnestly:

"Can a hundred Junior Warriors defeat a God of War expert?"

Without waiting for Chen Fan to answer, Fu Fengxue simply left.

After leaving a question in Chen Fan's mind, he irresponsibly departed.

Leaving Chen Fan silent, with a thoughtful look in his eyes.

"Can a hundred Junior Generals defeat a God of War?"

When asked this question, Chen Fan already had the answer in his heart.

They definitely couldn't win.

Even a Junior General who had mastered the complete Ninefold Thunderblade would never be an opponent for a God of War expert.

God of War and Warrior General were fundamentally two different levels.

If a Warrior General could gain the upper hand in a small-scale battle,

then the presence of a God of War level martial artist would directly tip the scales of a major battle.

The importance of one over the other was self-evident.

"Is this an explicit hint to me?"

Chen Fan murmured softly, then turned to look north of the base, his gaze solemn.

That place, perhaps, was more suitable for him!

...Chen Fan left; after requesting leave from Qin Xianzhen, he departed the recruit camp.

Fu Fengxue's words reinforced the idea in Chen Fan's heart.

If he wanted to become stronger, he had to leave the greenhouse, experience storms and life-and-death struggles to grow rapidly.

Staying in his comfort zone, he would never become the person he wanted to be.

Therefore, Chen Fan temporarily left the recruit camp.

At the same time.

Hundreds of kilometers north of the Ninth Army military base, a major earthquake occurred.

On the ground, a vast, dark expanse was covered with the figures of monsters.

This was the defense line of the Ninth Army's War Dragon Group.

As one of the Ninth Army's four main regiments, the War Dragon Group, Fierce Tiger Group, Iron Blood Group, and Independent Group were stationed on the four sides of the military base, guarding the Ninth Army headquarters.

At this moment, in front of the War Dragon Group's position, there was an endless tide of beasts.

An army composed of countless rat-type monsters charged directly towards the War Dragon Group's location.

They covered the sky and earth like a dark tide.

At the very front of the battle formation, Warrior Generals wearing full sets of D6 protective suits formed groups of five, cooperating to tear apart the rat-type monsters' formation.

The sound of artillery, wailing, and the squelching of Battle Blades piercing and tearing flesh interwove into a symphony of blood and fire.

And these Warrior Generals, wearing advanced protective suits, were, without exception, all from Junior to Advanced War General ranks.

A vanguard force composed of forty Warrior Generals.

In other words, they were the spearhead for breaking the formation.

This was the Dragon Breath Squad!

They formed eight battle formations, slaughtering the charging rat-type monsters like meat grinders.

Behind the Dragon Breath Squad was the entire War Dragon Group's defensive position.

Further back was the War Dragon Group's base.

At this moment, a powerful firepower network, composed of bullets, artillery shells, and flamethrowers, firmly suppressed the charging rat-type monsters.

Unlike the defenses of Base 0231, the War Dragon Group's weaponry, equipment, and even heavy firepower configuration far surpassed ordinary troops.

Da da da!!

Boom boom boom!!

Countless torrents of scorching steel poured into the monster horde, eliciting countless wails...