Abyss Solo-Chapter 119 - : 072 Moths and Kisses
Chapter 119: 072 Moths and Kisses
The piercing whistle echoed across the training ground of No.4 Base, where a clamorous shout erupted. Thousands of vigorous Wind Army soldiers, who had no way to vent their energy, chanted loudly the designation “Guard Corps, Unit Four.”
The elite martial contest had ended.
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The scene was utterly tragic.
Of the hundreds of soldiers who participated, half were restrained on the ground, and the other half were covered in injuries.
At the epicenter of the ‘battlefield’, Yang Ming was sitting on a strong man’s back. His white tank top bore several footprint marks, and the sides of his boots were stained with dark red blood.
Not a single drop of blood was his own.
“Do you submit now?”
Yang Ming looked down and asked.
The robust man beneath him struggled fiercely, roaring in unwillingness, “You damn played dirty, Yang Ming! I don’t submit!”
“Alright,” Yang Ming jumped up, “I’ll give you this chance.”
That bruised man shivered and looked at Yang Ming with eyes as if he were gazing at a monster. His voice became much softer, “I, I admit I was a bit loud just now. In a sense… I’ve already lost, Captain Yang Ming.”
Yang Ming pouted, “I don’t accept that. I don’t believe you’re only this skilled.”
“No, no, no, I’m really only this skilled… hiss.”
The captain of the third unit tried to stand up but winced in pain, “Why are you so hard-handed! Oh, get me a stretcher! I can’t walk anymore!”
Yang Ming shook his head in disappointment.
The soldiers and officers watching from the outside, with merciless laughter toward the loser, slowly dispersed.
“Fall in!”
Yang Ming shouted, and the one hundred and sixty plus members of the fourth unit quickly lined up. Each one was bruised all over, moving with difficulty; many had to be helped by others.
But once they stood firm, they remained spirited and upright, their eyes blazing.
Hundreds of soldiers surged in from the outskirts to carry the injured away and clean the battlefield.
“Starting today,” Yang Ming’s voice remained calm and indifferent, “the Guard Corps has only one elite unit, and that’s us, Unit 004! Everyone, target the medical room of Unit Four, slow march…”
A group of soldiers burst into laughter, supporting each other as they headed toward the medical room.
Yang Ming scanned around with a slight smile on his lips.
He liked the atmosphere here.
A thin and frail middle-aged officer strolled over from not far away.
This was Yang Ming’s superior, the chief of the Guard Corps’ fourth unit, holding the rank of lieutenant colonel. He was a typical noble officer, often not seen among Yang Ming and the soldiers.
Having shared drinks with him twice, Yang Ming and he had become ‘close’ friends.
Lately, the fourth unit of the Guard Corps had gained quite a reputation, and this lieutenant colonel was smiling all day, rarely showing such a worried expression as today.
“Captain Yang Ming!”
He called from several meters away.
“Sir!”
Yang Ming gave a symbolic Wind Military Salute, grinning, “Our soldiers are the bravest.”
“Enough,” the lieutenant colonel pouted, “I’m not one of those youngsters who get all fired up by a few words from you. The bravest is you, Captain Yang Ming, they just got stirred up by you. So, I just received news about…”
Yang Ming clasped his hands behind his back and smiled, “The defense and ceremonial duties for Sherman’s diplomatic mission have been assigned to our fourth unit?”
“How did you know? That’s insider information!” The lieutenant colonel was full of surprise.
Yang Ming shrugged, “I have my own sources and channels, you know, sir.”
“Alright then,” the lieutenant colonel sighed with relief, “since you already know, I won’t say more, we’ll discuss it at the meeting tonight. I’ll try my best to get the ceremonial job, which only requires standing for a while.”
“Thank you, sir.”
“Sigh,” the lieutenant colonel said with a hopeful voice, “hopefully nothing unexpected will happen.”
The lieutenant colonel’s words seemed to carry a hidden meaning.
Yang Ming nodded with a smile, continuing to play dumb with the lieutenant colonel.
After the lieutenant colonel left, Yang Ming went straight to the locker room. The soldiers and lower-rank officers he encountered along the way would step aside and salute in respect.
Yang Ming took off his clothes and went to a corner shower to wash up.
Amid the sounds of water flowing, the voice of Lyu finally came through the hidden earpiece in Yang Ming’s ear.
“Confirmed, boss. It’s the Third Prince who arranged through General Uli to have the fourth unit of the Guard Corps handle this mission. They want to create some trouble for you, making you lose the chance for promotion.”
General Uli?
Yang Ming scrubbed his neck under the shower, his mind swiftly running through several pieces of information.
The Royal Guard Army was divided into three main groups: the Guard Corps, the Surveillance Corps, and the Security Corps.
The Guard Corps was responsible for internal security and patrolling within the Imperial Palace, deploying nine full units, solely in charge of internal security.
The Surveillance Corps primarily monitored situations in and around the Imperial Palace, occasionally deployed to protect ministers, with three units scattered around.
The Security Corps managed the checkpoints and patrolled the palace’s outskirts, consisting of a larger number of personnel.
Additionally, there was a rapid response force that directly answered to the Emperor, also classified under the Royal Guard Army, with an unknown number of members, and Lyu could not find any related information.
General Fremont, the trusted subordinate of Second Prince Edwan, commanded the Surveillance Corps, while General Uli, close to the Third Prince, was in charge of the Guard Corps.
“The Third Prince wants to mess with me already?”
Yang Ming felt quite puzzled by this.
He hadn’t even managed to rise in rank yet, just gained a bit of reputation as a ‘tough guy’ in the Guard Corps, used Lyu’s information advantage to mess with the generals a few times, yet already…
