Mountain Patrol Military Officer-Chapter 1080 - 703: Heavenly People’s Broken Body (2)
But the most eerie thing is, from the chest cavity of this gigantic body, comes the booming sound of a heartbeat, like a drum pounding, each thump causes the thunder to shatter, and the Thunder Pool to churn!
It’s as if it’s merely asleep, still alive!
But the whole mountain-like body has no trace of Divine Soul fluctuations, only overwhelming pressure!
Chen Yuan’s figure appears above this Heavenly Person’s corpse, golden light flickering in his eyes. This is the celestial remains he slew.
The opponent’s Primordial Spirit was shattered by him, losing its chance for reincarnation, dissipating into smoke and ash. Now, only a broken shell of a Heavenly Person remains.
He truly witnessed the power of Heavenly People’s life force, even if the Primordial Spirit is completely wiped out, the flesh remains immortal, vitality undying, radiating powerful pressure. No wonder, after death, the seven Kings of White Bone City in the previous life could grow wisdom with the passage of time, evolving into incredible beings.
He guessed that if given enough time, this Heavenly Person’s remains might also "live" again.
And the Heavenly Person’s remnants, full of treasures, value immeasurable, Chen Yuan sealed these remains here, leaving them for future use.
His eyes flickered as he thought about the two Martial Saints from Chengsheng Land who approached him, wanting the Heavenly Blood and Flesh, and went to White Bone City to make a deal with the Undying King. Surely, there is something secret and of great use.
Thinking about it, Chen Yuan gathered his thoughts and raised his hand to flick his sleeve, fingers tapping, adding several prohibitions to the Heavenly Person’s remains, just in case any real changes happened.
After doing all this, he retracted his sleeve, turned his back, a sway under his feet, disappearing from this Thunder Pool.
.....
Early the next morning, while the night had not fully faded away, Yunding Mountain still dipped in a varying shade of dark colors, morning mist swirling around the mountainside like delicate gauze, blurring the outlines of scattered palace structures, making them appear ethereal.
A thin line tears open the eastern sky, like the opening of the Heavenly Eye, and in an instant, golden-red light breaks through the sky’s constraints, spreading slowly from east to west. As the light moves, the halo on the glazed tiles flows with it, and the beast-shaped eaves are gilded with a golden edge, the morning mist gradually dissipated by the sunlight reveals the scattered pavilions and towers among the mountains, illuminating the stone steps in front of the palaces. 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚
"Wuuu wuuu wuuu"
At the foot of the Ninth Mountain training ground, the dull wake-up call horn sounds, coming from the observation tower beside the training ground, long and loud, instantly waking the sleeping training ground. Soon, shouts come from the barracks around the training ground, one by one, soldiers dressed in full gear flow out of the barracks, the collision of armor making crisp clang sounds, then the troops rush into the training ground for their daily exercise.
Meanwhile, at the Ninth Mountain, at the Colonel Palace’s backyard, with a "creak", a door opens, revealing Chen Yuan’s figure.
Chen Yuan pushes open half the door, stops in his tracks, only to see a row of maids already standing on the green stone steps outside the door.
They wear pink blouses and skirts, their hair neatly tied, standing upright like pines, each holding something, different items presented above.
Some carry copper basins filled with hot water, with simple square headscarves draped over their arms; some carry wooden combs, some carry exquisite breakfast dishes...
Seeing Chen Yuan open the door, the maids all bow in greeting, their movements synchronized, the leading maid raising her eyes briefly, crossing her hands over her chest in a salute, softly saying, "General, since you’ve returned to the mountain, by tradition, we slaves will serve you with warm baths and grooming."
"No need!" Chen Yuan steps outside the door, "You may leave."
"Yes." The maids softly respond, their lowered eyebrows and eyes unable to hide a touch of disappointment, then turning one by one, gently stepping away.
At this moment, Chen Yuan glances to the side, gesturing to Lu Ming, who stood guard outside his door last night.
"General!" Lu Ming quickly comes over.
"Follow me down the mountain, let’s inspect the training below." As the General of the Ninth Mountain, he couldn’t remain unseen; otherwise, the troops’ morale might falter. Considering the current critical moment, since he has returned, he naturally has to make an appearance and also evaluate the quality of the new recruits who recently joined the ranks.
"Yes, I will have the ones below ready right away." Lu Ming says, turning to instruct his subordinates to pass the orders.
"No need, let’s just go down as it is, no need for special preparation." Chen Yuan waves his hand to stop him.
"Yes."
Thus Chen Yuan descends the mountain, accompanied by Lu Ming, without additional entourage.
At this moment, the training ground below the mountain is bustling with activity, troops from various camps of the Ninth Mountain occupy different areas of the training ground for their exercises.
Cavalry charge, veterans lead new recruits, at a command, hundreds of cavalry simultaneously spur their warhorses, charging towards the dummies in the center of the training ground, then, drawing the scimitars at their waists, the Plaine Blade team advances, blades flashing, slicing, hacking, slashing, cutting, the "whoosh" sounds of blades tearing the air continuously, some dummies stuffed with straw are cut to pieces, others lack accuracy, horse charging through, cutting nothing but air;
There’s also the simulated battle drill between two armies, front-row Sword and Shield Hands stabilizing their stances, bronze beast face shields crashing into each other, the deep crash akin to thunder rolling in waves; rear-row spears aligned, flying out in unison through the gaps in the shields. Cavalry on both wings gallop forward, hooves pounding, "hiss hiss hiss", drawing swords from scabbards, scimitars cutting through the air under the sunlight with a cold gleam.
On the training ground, more than twenty thousand troops arrange for the drill, diverse training and coordination among different troops and arms abound.
In the center of the training ground, Wolf Brush Soldiers wielding long bamboo poles covered in iron thorns push forward like a bramble thicket; Rattan Shield Hands maneuver and roll, the shields’ mythical beasts’ mouths emitting cold light; Tangpa Soldiers hook the iron teeth into dummy throats, loudly roaring, shaking the copper bells on the flagpole to a buzzing sound.
In the southwest corner of the training ground, there’s even a special "talismanic magic" military formation, where talismans fly in the sky, under skilled control, arranging various talisman arrays....
Many of these training subjects were additional methods added by Chen Yuan after going to the Divine Capital and observing the Southern Government Forbidden Army’s exercises, further detailing troop classifications.
Of course, the resource consumption within is no small amount, just a pure talismanic magic array alone requires quite a lot of low-level talisman paper for daily training, only the Ninth Mountain backed by Chen Yuan can afford it.
Tens of thousands of troops, such a war machine, definitely not a simple pile of numbers, the various consumptions involved are quite astonishing.
Amidst the heated training, dust rising, mingled with shouts of humans and horses in the Ninth Mountain’s training ground, Chen Yuan appears silently on the Commander’s Platform.
Over a dozen Leading Military Officers instruct troops, on the platform commanding command flags, issuing training orders.
Chen Yuan’s appearance startles them, they almost dropped to a knee to salute.
Chen Yuan raises his hand to stop them, "Continue your tasks, don’t disturb others, I’m just here to observe."
Then, on the Commander’s Platform, he stands there watching the training ground below, positioned relatively behind, undetected by those on the training ground.
Seeing the General personally inspecting, the dozen Leading Military Officers puff their chests up, then their gazes become sharper than hawks, scanning their formations, each filled with vigor, continuously shouting commands, their voices resounding loudly. If they found their subordinate troops performing poorly, their faces turn red, starting to scold, feeling agitated.
Some Leading Military Officers directly jump off the high stage, mounting their horses to rush to their formations, unloading upon their subordinates,
"What are you doing?"
"Is this how I usually train you, acting like girls, haven’t you eaten?"
"Pull yourselves together, if you can’t win against the Eighth Camp opposite, and embarrass me, I’ll hang you little bastards and whip you."
For a while, many soldiers training on the field felt something was off, discovering their leading officers seemed like they’ve consumed gunpowder, each filled with intense fervor.
Like the simulated drill between two competing teams, the losers are scolded with their heads spinning, still somewhat justified, but even the winners are berated thoroughly by their Colonels, leaving them clueless.
"What’s going on?"
"Why does it feel different, look, the Colonels all seem to have personally stepped in, like they’ve eaten gunpowder, with plans to push us to our limits in training."
"......"
