"Brother Junting, are we going to war?"
In the night, the chirping of cicadas played out, emphasizing the silence. But a crisp voice rang out, shattering the atmosphere.
A bonfire was lit, and amidst the crackling sounds, Huo Yuhao was roasting fish on bamboo skewers over the flames. However, his mind wasn't on the fish at all; his gaze was fixed on Chen Junting.
"Hey, hey, hey, be careful."
But Chen Junting didn't seem to care about the topic, instead directly grabbing a bamboo skewer to pick up a roasted fish. "Pay attention, don't burn the fish, or a perfectly good fish will go to waste."
"Oh, oh..."
As if he smelled something burning, Huo Yuhao quickly raised his hand, brought it to his nose for a sniff, and couldn't help but frown slightly.
"It's a little burnt," he said, and then took a big bite, not giving anyone else a chance to intervene or let it go to waste.
"Burnt so quickly?"
Wu Feng, who was on the side, glanced at the green-striped fish she was roasting. After retracting the flame from her hand... Hmm! It seemed the explosive nature of her Ultimate Fire wasn't suitable for roasting fish.
Then, she inconspicuously passed her "masterpiece" to Gu Tianchen. Under Gu Tianchen's slightly helpless gaze, he opened a small spatial door to "destroy the evidence" for Wu Feng.
Meanwhile, Wu Feng began to hold forth to Huo Yuhao.
"So what if we go to war, I say!? In my opinion, this war should have been fought long ago! If we wipe out the Sun Moon Empire soon, those wusses and good-for-nothings from our three empires won't have to walk around on eggshells all day."
"Sister Feng!"
Hearing such vulgar language, Ning Tian got a headache.
After so many years, she really hasn't changed a bit!
"Hee hee—"
Hearing this, Wu Feng didn't dare to argue back. She gave a dry laugh and quickly started rummaging around, as if looking for something important.
At this moment, Chen Junting also took another roasted fish, cooked to perfection, from Huo Yuhao's hand. Before he even took a bite, his gaze swept over everyone present: Ning Tian, Gu Tianchen, Wu Feng, Huo Yuhao, Dugu Xin... and even the researcher Jing Ziyan, as well as Xiao Xiao and Qin Lan, whose cultivation levels were slightly behind.
"The matter of participating in the war has been decided by the sect. An 800-man team will be organized in total, and I will be responsible for leading them into combat."
Eight hundred people...
Hearing this, the few who were unaware of the situation couldn't help but shrink their pupils slightly.
Is eight hundred a lot?
It doesn't sound like much, but for a sect, this is already a considerable force. Even for a sect as wealthy as the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, this number is truly substantial.
"Brother Junting, how have you decided to arrange these people?"
Not paying attention to who asked the question, Chen Junting put the roasted fish into his mouth, swallowed it, and said bluntly, "Besides you all going to the battlefield with the army, out of these 800 sect disciples, I've decided to only have 700 as the main combat force. As for the other 100, they will be led by Xiao Tian and Sister Ziyan, and this group will not go to the main battlefield to lose arms and legs."
Lose arms and legs?
Hearing this description, everyone couldn't help but twitch the corners of their mouths.
What kind of adjective is that?
"What? You think describing it that way isn't good?"
Seeing the expressions on their faces, Chen Junting knew that these guys still underestimated the brutality of war in their hearts.
A war that sweeps across two continents and four great empires can already be called a world war. And if it's a world war, what battlefield isn't a so-called meat grinder?
By that count, losing an arm or a leg is considered a good outcome.
You should know, many people end up as nothing more than cannon fodder.
Seeing Chen Junting shake his head, the others looked at each other, completely unaware of what his shake meant.
So, Huo Yuhao couldn't help but change the subject. "Brother Junting, then for our 700-man main force and the 100-man team led by Sister Xiao Tian, who exactly are we going to select?"
"The main guideline is to select male soul masters between thirty and forty years old. Moreover, these people must either be the only one left in their families, with no ties to hold them back, or they must have children to carry on the family line. Besides this, it's best for these male soul masters to primarily be of the Assault System and Defense System, because they have the most advantage."
After all, whether it's the necessary long-distance treks during the war or other various aspects, physical stamina and fitness must be top-notch. Even though a soul master's physical fitness far exceeds that of ordinary people, soul masters who specialize in different areas have different strengths and weaknesses.
Assault System first, Defense System second, and then the others. As for why Agility System or Control System soul masters, who can play a huge role on the battlefield, weren't needed...
It can only be said that with the advent of soul tools and even formations, with the exception of support system soul masters like those with the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Pagoda or the Ruyi Plate, soul masters of other categories can be replaced.
It was precisely based on this point that Chen Junting selected his 700-man main force in this way. As for the remaining 100 spots, arranged for Ning Tian and Jing Ziyan to lead, they were filled with research-type soul engineers and support system soul masters—logistical personnel.
This 100-man team would either research siege weapons and act as a guard for the support soul masters, or they would buff the 700-man main force, allowing them to display the combat power of 1,400 people, or even more.
Isn't this more effective than simply having 800 people on the front lines?
After finishing the selection criteria for the 800 disciples, while everyone was still nodding, Chen Junting brought up the matter of benefits.
Going to the battlefield is a life-or-death gamble!
The benefits must be top-notch!
Besides, their Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect isn't short on money!
And so...
"For these 800 people going to the battlefield, all benefits will be raised to the level of a core disciple. Furthermore, as long as they have children, their children will also enjoy the resources of a core disciple in the future. As for those disciples who are only children, they will first enjoy double the resources, we'll say!"
After saying that, Chen Junting added another sentence.
"Also, for those sect disciples who go to the battlefield and have families, both young and old, their entire family will be supported or provided for by the sect from the moment they leave, so they have no worries to hold them back."
Hearing this, everyone nodded one after another.
It had to be said, if such benefits were placed before them, they would also be tempted. In Nan Qiuqiu's eyes, a gleam of light had already flashed as she wondered if she should have the disciples of the former Earth Dragon Gate participate, to leave some resources for their children.
Of course, there was no lack of people making jokes. "Then, big brother, if we core disciples go to the battlefield, what about our benefits?"
Giving ordinary disciples the benefits of core disciples, surely they weren't going to give these core disciples an even higher level of benefits, were they?
Hearing the teasing tone, Chen Junting couldn't help but let the corners of his mouth curve up slightly. Looking at Qin Lan, who had raised his hand and shouted, he lifted the fish skeleton, which had been picked clean, from his hand and casually threw it over!
"Get lost, you punk! How could we shortchange you?"
Amidst the laughter and scolding, Qin Lan "dodged" in a rather sorry state. But Chen Junting's next words made many people hold their breath.
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