Chapter 299 - 206: Murderous Intent at Nightfall

Chapter 299: Chapter 206: Murderous Intent at Nightfall

The base held by Meteor Pavilion was located inside the military installation in the upper-right corner of the map.

Zhang Hu watched as his men beat the last member of Meteor Pavilion to a pulp, tied them all up, and then called for medics.

This trip to teach the freshmen a lesson had gone much more smoothly than expected. The rookies had actually scattered their forces thirty kilometers around the Mixed Element Magnetic Cannon. ’Full of bright ideas, aren’t they?’

Unfortunately for them, with their support Martial Artists marking their positions, the reconnaissance team took out half of them without much effort. Once they realized something was wrong, they broke ranks and tried to flee.

Pathetic. Guided by his team’s female support, Zhang Hu had a blast dragging the captured Mixed Element Magnetic Cannon around and picking them off one by one.

Meanwhile, Qingshan looked grim. His side had lost seven people—three of them taken out in forced trades after Li Jueyin charged their lines. And after entering the camp, they hadn’t expected someone to be playing dead.

It was someone who practiced Phantom Sword Intent. They were caught completely off guard, and four of them were taken down by a sudden rain of phantom blades. ’Fucking bad luck,’ Qingshan thought. ’How can there be such a shameless bastard among Sword Cultivators?’

Qingshan mused to himself, ’Feng Hua’s team will probably take first place this time. On that Salted Fish Assault Team, Kang Ming is meticulous, Feng Hua’s combat ability is unmatched, and they’ve got Chi Yu and Hengji for support. Plus, Linghu’s abilities are top-notch.’

"Sigh, I fell for that bastard Zhang Hu’s trick. Looks like I’m going to be out twenty million this time."

Qingshan exhaled a cloud of smoke, his mood foul.

The two sophomore classes waited for a long time. It was past midnight, and they still hadn’t received the notification that the exercise was over. They were all sick of eating the field rations.

"Something’s not right!"

Doubt crept into Zhang Hu’s mind. ’The freshmen this year are about the same caliber as last year’s. They should have been completely routed by now. That’s how it went last year; the two-day exercise was over in less than four hours. I was aiming to be even faster this year.’

Their only disadvantage was the lack of personal communicators. After some thought, he dispatched two teams of Martial Artists, each composed of one support-type, one defense-type, and two reconnaissance-types.

"Head immediately for the other two bases and investigate the situation there."

Zhang Hu paused. "He Weize, Lv Yong, you two are the reconnaissance Martial Artists. One of you will gather intelligence while the other hangs back to provide overwatch. Jian Yu, you will stay in the rear and monitor their condition. If anything happens to either of them, you and Qian Kun are to fall back immediately! Understand?"

"Don’t worry, Mr. Hu! It’s just a game of teaching the freshmen a lesson. Leave it to us!"

Lv Yong declared, puffing out his chest.

Zhang Hu gave a slight smile. "Don’t get careless. We are Martial Artists, but more importantly, we are soldiers. The unexpected can happen at any time on the battlefield. You must always remain cautious. You only have one life. Go!"

As he watched the four of them disappear into the night, Zhang Hu took out his [Dragon Sparrow] and began to practice his saber forms. It was a Yanyue Saber that weighed three thousand kilograms. Among Five Realms Divine Intent Martial Artists, few dared to use such a heavy weapon as their primary armament.

The moonlight flowed like water. The Dragon Sparrow radiated a powerful aura. As Zhang Hu practiced, he became lost in his movements, his earlier agitation fading.

After finishing his practice, he downed three bottles of Red Mist Wind Dew. ’This fourth-realm supplement doesn’t do much for me, but it’s better than nothing!’

’Feng Hua is an extremely strong combatant. Hopefully, I’m just overthinking things.’

When Yu Fei and the others returned to the base, they found all the firearms, ammunition, and supplies neatly sorted by category. He was touched by the sight.

’A pity, all these arrangements our commander made.’

"Boss... does this count as us defending the base?"

"For now, yes. We’ll see if the other two classes come to attack!"

"Huh? Isn’t our opponent just one sophomore class?"

Yu Fei shook his head. "There was never any such rule. We’ve just defeated the Salted Fish Assault Team, so we’ve already secured at least ten million merit points!"

Qin Hao’s heart leaped with joy. Although the ten million merit points would be distributed based on contribution, the total was so large that everyone’s individual share would still be substantial.

What’s more, Yu Fei had promised to share half the spoils if they defeated their target class, and that would be no small sum either.

"Mr. Yu, how many people did you defeat in total?"

Yu Fei paused, then said with some uncertainty, "26? Or 27? In any case, it wasn’t more than 30!"

Qin Hao did a quick mental calculation. ’50,000 points per head. If Yu Fei shares half of his takings, each of us will get over 10,000.’

"Boss, you’re incredible!"

"Want to earn some more merit points?"

"Of course! Boss, just tell us what to do!"

Yu Fei looked up and saw the burning intensity in their eyes. Every one of them was desperate for merit points. They were all in a crucial phase of improving their strength, and no amount of resources ever felt like enough.

He opened his map and began marking locations on it.

"The four of you, split up and take supplies to these locations. Set up several hidden caches. Make sure you aren’t seen. I don’t think we’ll be able to hold this base by ourselves, so we need to change tactics!"

Qin Hao grew thoughtful.

"Boss, are you planning to fight a guerilla war?"

Yu Fei nodded. "More than that. I still want to hold the base and earn the other five million merit points, so we need to hit them so hard they can’t even think straight."

"There isn’t much of a power gap between the three sophomore classes. Someone like Feng Hua could wipe out our entire forty-man team in a frontal assault. I figure their top experts and Li Jueyin’s team are incredibly hard to deal with, so our guys... they were most likely doomed from the start..."

Yu Fei’s plan was to proactively ambush the other two sophomore classes to create a diversion, then return to the base at the last possible moment to complete the defense mission.

Without the rest of the Yulin Army, it would be difficult for him to annihilate the enemy completely.

Besides, the enemy wasn’t stupid; they would likely come to check on the base. That’s why they needed to hurry and move essential supplies to establish safe houses. This was the task he gave to Qin Hao and his group.

After recovering his energy, Yu Fei gathered some supplies and departed.