The Demonic World I designed-Chapter 665 - 655: Where Did the Resources Come From?

Not... selection for auxiliary troops?

Everyone’s hearts skipped a beat, their eyes filled with disbelief, yet within their hearts... there was also a hint of anticipation.

"Sir... you... you just said... it’s not for selecting auxiliary soldiers?" Even the tribal elder was astonished.

"Why would I come here to select auxiliary troops?" Han Lin frowned deeply, "With the recruitment benefits in Jiangnan being so good, countless people want to enlist. The Northern People who have recently fled here and the newly reclaimed citizens of the Southeast, where can’t I recruit? Do I need to come all the way here to specifically pick and choose?"

His words weren’t an overstatement. The benefits of enlisting in Jiangnan were envied by many civilians. With years of cultivation, the trend of joining the army was at its peak. As long as one enlisted, even as a rank-and-file soldier, the treatment was something many ordinary people coveted and desired, including substantial military pay, preferential treatment for family members, a safety net provided by the authorities, and even the chance to advance further, to become a true Warrior Army. Every time recruitment was announced, wasn’t it the case where masses of people were tripping over themselves to get in?

But this time, the superior wanted to replenish combat power quickly, so he specially chose to select experienced soldiers to ensure they could quickly be trained up!

Ordinary civilians enlisting would need at least a year of basic training, and who knows how long it would take to adapt to the strict military rules, while neither the Northern People seeking refuge nor the newly reclaimed land in the Southeast had a large pool of experienced soldiers available.

It was then Chen Qing turned his attention to the Northern Wasteland.

The harsh environment of the Northern Wasteland and the people of the grasslands, good at horse riding and archery, often battling with wolf demons, had the basic military quality, and furthermore, they had a strong combat sense. With just a bit more training, they would be much better than soldiers recruited from the general populace.

"Combat soldiers?" The elder swallowed hard, "But... they only have ordinary Bloodline Power..."

This statement dimmed the glimmer of hope that had risen in many. That’s right, without Bloodline Power, how could they possibly become combat soldiers?

It could just be a title in the end... still cannon fodder on the battlefield.

"My Warrior Army’s combat soldiers do not deliberately require so-called Bloodline Descendants." Speaking of this, Han Lin stood erect, which perhaps was the proudest point of the Warrior Army. In this place, regardless of one’s background, everyone earned their keep by their abilities, and without it, whatever bloodline you had, you had to roll out!

Speaking, Han Lin’s energy surged, his formidable aura causing all the clansmen around him to subconsciously take a few steps back. Even the bloodline-born elders couldn’t help but retreat four or five steps before stopping, looking at him with extreme astonishment.

As a bloodline veteran who had lived for more than seventy years, he could tell at a glance, this Han Lin was at the least Fourth Rank!

Such capability... and he’s just a squad leader?

He had underestimated him just now. This guy, placed on the grassland, would at the very least qualify to lead a troop of three thousand elite cavalry from the start!

"I was born into poverty, my parents were mere farming folk, without any of those damn Bloodline Powers. I enlisted three years ago, haven’t I still achieved what I have now?" said Han Lin with a proud smile, facing these new recruits was the best time to demonstrate his abilities.

Mainly because someone like him was truly mediocre within the Warrior Army—there were too many outstanding individuals. He remembered a fellow from the same village, Bei Lin, who had already become a First Rank top-notch leader of five hundred elite cavalry. In the same three years, his own achievements paled in comparison to that person’s.

"Sir..." A short and stout youth from the crowd asked excitedly, "Do you mean that... even without Bloodline Power, one can... can still have abilities like yours?"

"Of course!" Han Lin laughed, "I know that might sound unbelievable to your ears, but in Jiangnan, this is common knowledge. Whether it’s the Western Sea Army or the War God Army, all have unique Secret Techniques that do not require the so-called Bloodline Power."

Unique Secret Techniques!!

These four words struck everyone’s chests like a heavy hammer, especially a few middle-aged men who had been auxiliary soldiers for half their lives—they couldn’t help but swallow hard.

In both the Central Plains and the Northern Wasteland, in the military, the treatment of those without Bloodline Power and those with it was worlds apart. In the hands of those with bad tempers, it was akin to being ordered around like dogs.

Doing the hardest and most tiring work yet receiving the lowest military pay, and in many instances during large-scale battles, they would even have to serve as cannon fodder.

If there was a choice, no one would willingly become an auxiliary soldier.

But the men of the Northern Wasteland, every household was compelled to have one male enlist, that was the rule. Everyone here had served in the army, been oppressed by those with Bloodline Powers, had felt angry, but even more so... had felt envious.

Who wouldn’t want to have such power, if they could?

Many rumors said that in Jiangnan, there were demonic techniques that could grant ordinary offspring power akin to Bloodline Power. Most people were half-doubtful, half-believing. For if there were no unique methods, how could the King of Qin rise so swiftly within a few years and possess the strength to openly defy the Imperial Court?

But if there were... how incredible would that be?

"My lord..." The stocky young man was the first to kneel: "I don’t want my cattle and sheep anymore, please take me in!"

His eyes were filled with hope. His elder brother had died after enlisting in the army. According to the rules of Northern Yan, he had to follow his brother into battle. Having narrowly survived the battlefield several times, he saw an opportunity now before his eyes and no longer wanted to live a life mired in confusion and chaos!

The people around him came to their senses and also knelt down excitedly to plead their cases.

Facing this scene, Han Lin was not surprised. When he had first learned that the Warrior Army could possess the same kind of power as the Bloodline offspring, he had reacted in the same way, almost clinging to that team leader’s feet, shamelessly begging to be enlisted.

"You don’t have to worry about your cattle and sheep," Han Lin said with a smile. "Once you enlist, we in Jiangnan will purchase your cattle and sheep at the regular price; you won’t be treated unfairly. But it’s impossible to take in so many of you. I’m just a leader of a ten-man team. I’ve only come to recruit ten people this time. However, those who aren’t selected need not lose heart. Jiangnan is expanding its recruitment and borrowing five hundred thousand soldiers from Northern Yan. After I leave, other team leaders will come to choose soldiers. The demand is not small; as long as you perform well, many of you will have a chance!"

Five hundred thousand?

The Tribal Elder took a sharp breath. Was Jiangnan seriously intending to train five hundred thousand combat soldiers?

Could this be true?

If it was as this young man said, and everyone could cultivate secret techniques, wouldn’t that demand an absurd amount of resources?

Coming from a Bloodline Power background, he knew all too well just how many resources were needed to sustain a Bloodline Power descendant: the exaggerated amount of meat for daily consumption, the medicinal baths to strengthen muscles and bones, various secret potions for treating external and internal injuries – all these required silver. It was more expensive to sustain one Bloodline Power soldier than to maintain a hundred herdsmen. And now, Jiangnan intended to train five hundred thousand?

Where would they get all those resources?

As for the other ordinary people, they didn’t care about such details. The chance to leap through the Dragon Gate and transform their lives was right before their eyes; they were not willing to miss it and knelt down to plead, each hoping to seize an opportunity to change their fate!

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"Chen Qing wants to borrow five hundred thousand soldiers from the Northern Wasteland?"

Players from several major guilds reported the news as soon as they received it, and the higher-ups were all taken aback.

"Are they to be used as cannon fodder? But in such a war, what’s the use of cannon fodder?"

As guild players who had experienced several cycles, they were well aware of just how troublesome the Ghost Soldiers under King Xiang’s command were: these soldiers never tired, they didn’t need rest, they could fight day and night, they had no logistical needs, they could move incredibly fast, and their bodies were as hard as refined iron—resistant to ordinary swords and blades. With such attributes, having more cannon fodder soldiers was useless.

"There’s news that Chen Qing... intends to train these five hundred thousand soldiers of the Northern Wasteland into combat soldiers!"

"Combat soldiers?" The higher-ups were taken aback.

Using someone else’s soldiers and spending resources to turn them into combat soldiers? Are they out of their minds?

And... five hundred thousand? And it’s rapid training?

"Where does Chen Qing get so many resources?"

Even if the path of the gods was unreasonable, biological growth still required energy consumption, right?

Are his resources free of charge?

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