Chapter 595: Arrest Warrants Fly Everywhere, Shrek Military Camp Re-Employment
Chapter 595: Arrest Warrants Fly Everywhere, Shrek Military Camp Re-Employment
Ma Hongjun leaned against the paint-peeling flagpole outside the tent.
The wind and sand of recent days blew his red hair into a mess like tangled weeds.
He yawned.
He rubbed his eyes with his filthy cuffs, and a ball of dark red Evil Fire inadvertently sparked at his fingertips.
"Going to fight again? This is already the third time in half a month."
Ma Hongjun spat out a mouthful of saliva mixed with sand, feeling extremely irritated.
"Are the people over at Heaven Dou having nothing better to do?"
"Fighting back and forth over just two or three hills, are they playing Fight the Landlord or what?"
Oscar squatted by a dirt pit not far from him, holding a roasted big Sausage in both hands and biting into it heartily.
With his cheeks bulging, he vaguely replied, "Fatty, save your breath."
"After fighting this lousy battle, aside from getting a nose full of dust, we haven’t even got a single hair out of it."
"That’s true too." Ma Hongjun rolled his eyes.
"We’ve accumulated quite a bit of military merit, which looks quite impressive."
"But when we go to the logistics department to exchange it, the lousy military pay we get isn’t even enough for me to buy a few medicinal herbs in the city for a medicinal bath!"
About ten paces away from the two of them, Flender was sitting on a rock.
This once shrewd and calculating headmaster of Shrek Academy,
at this moment was stroking the messy stubble on his chin, looking at the dim yellow sandstorms outside the military camp and sighing heavily.
His horse-faced countenance was written with heavy sorrow.
Zhao Wuji stood right beside him, his thick, barrel-like arms crossed over his chest, wearing a look of impatience.
His military boots ground a pit into the ground beneath his feet.
Zhao Wuji spat, his voice as loud as a broken gong.
"If it weren’t for the fact that the Clear Sky Sect behind that brat Tang San poked a heaven-sized hornet’s nest and completely provoked that Pope of Spirit Hall,"
"how could people like us have run to this bird-forsaken border to blow sand?"
The more Zhao Wuji spoke, the angrier he got, slapping his own thigh with a palm as big as a cattail-leaf fan.
"How carefree it was to be a teacher at Shrek Academy back then!"
"Every day we collected tuition fees, disciplined students, and drank a little wine in Soto City."
"And now?"
"Every day we squeeze into a broken tent with this bunch of foot soldiers."
"Let alone drinking wine, if you want a sip of hot tea, you can’t even find tea dregs!"
"Who is saying otherwise?" Ma Hongjun nodded dully from the side, expressing agreement.
"Tang San has it good, he just patted his ass and ran away, leaving behind a bunch of mess."
"Now the people of Spirit Hall are hunting down the people of Shrek Academy all over the world, and arrest warrants are pasted all over the streets and alleys."
"Across the entire Douluo Continent, there are very few places that dare to openly take us in."
"It’s only Boss Dai who arranged a status for us in the border army, which at least counts as having a foothold."
Hearing Tang San’s name, Yu Xiaogang, who was now a theater strategist, turned gloomy in expression.
...
On the other side of the camp, two people stood in the shadows of the corner.
Yu Tianheng and Yu Tianxin.
Yu Tianheng wore a washed-out Star Luo military uniform, his posture upright yet he remained silent.
He was the direct descendant of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.
That once aloof Upper Three Sects, praised as the number one Beast Martial Soul under heaven, was now left with only scorched earth and corpses all over the ground.
Spirit Hall destroyed the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Sect.
This deep, bloody hatred pressed down on him so much that even breathing made his chest ache.
He wanted revenge more than anyone present.
But reality was very harsh.
The territorial war launched by these ordinary soldiers at the border,
coming and going,
swords hacking at each other,
really held no meaning for him.
Killing no matter how many foot soldiers of the Heaven Dou Empire could not exchange back his grandfather’s life, nor could it exchange back the glory of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.
He lowered his head to look at his palm, where a few wisps of faint blue electric light leaped between his fingers before being forcibly extinguished by him.
The tent curtain was suddenly lifted open, and Dai Mubai strode over.
He wore the armor of a Star Luo Empire general.
His blond hair was still dazzling in the sandstorm, only carrying a bit of unresolvable fatigue between his brows.
Clearly, he had just heard everyone’s full belly of grievances behind the tent.
"Brothers, Teacher Zhao, Headmaster."
Dai Mubai walked into the middle of the crowd, his tone sincere and carrying twelve points of apology: "Everyone, endure it for a little longer."
"Once the border war subsides and I accumulate enough military merit this time, I can take another big step forward in the Star Luo imperial court."
He glanced around at everyone, giving a promise.
"As long as I can gain a firm foothold in the court, I will have His Majesty grant us a fief with extremely good Fengshui."
"At that time, we won’t need to look at anyone’s expression anymore. We will rebuild Shrek Academy, and I will hang the sign with my own hands!"
After hearing this, Ma Hongjun simply curled his lips and completely didn’t pick up the conversation.
Rebuild?
These words were as easy as the upper lip touching the lower lip when spoken.
But Spirit Hall’s influence had long since spread all over Douluo Continent.
From big cities to small villages, branch halls of Spirit Hall were everywhere.
Even the Star Luo Empire imperial family feared Spirit Hall by three points.
Even if Shrek Academy were truly rebuilt on the fief,
wouldn’t this bunch of people still have to pack their bedrolls and continue running for their lives when Spirit Hall’s platinum bishops came looking for them?
By then, the only one implicated would be the Star Luo imperial family, and Boss Dai would only find it harder to act caught in the middle.
This pie drawn in the sky was painted too round; they couldn’t swallow it.
Seeing Ma Hongjun’s expression,
and looking again at the silently taciturn crowd,
he naturally knew in his heart that what he said just now had no persuasiveness.
He sighed and did not continue this topic.
"Woo—woo—"
Just as the atmosphere was slightly dull, the harsh horn in the military camp sounded.
The low and lingering sound of the horn followed the wind, quickly spreading across the defense line stretching for more than ten miles.
"Dong! Dong! Dong!"
War drums thundered, and the earth began to tremble slightly.
It was the army of the Heaven Dou Empire launching an attack once more.
"Enemy attack! Everyone respond to battle!"
The hysterical roar of the messenger soldier pierced through the hustle and bustle of the camp.
A brilliant light burst from the depths of Dai Mubai’s eyes, his fatigue was swept away, and the majesty belonging to a general radiated outward.
He directly urged his Soul Power.
The White Tiger Martial Soul possessed him in an instant, and his already tall body swelled drastically.
Black and white fur grew all over his body, and his muscles stretched the heavy armor to bulging.
"Follow me up!"
Dai Mubai let out a deafening tiger roar.
Taking the lead, he led the battle-ready Star LuoSpirit Master legion behind him straight down the high slope, welcoming the incoming enemy.
The laziness on Ma Hongjun’s body vanished without a trace.
The Phoenix wings behind his back unfolded, and raging flames soared.
Oscar rapidly rubbed out a dozen Sausages and stuffed them into his cloth bag, following closely behind.
Yu Tianheng’s arms transformed into Dragon claws, blue lightning raged violently around his body, and he charged silently into the battlefield.
Flender and Zhao Wuji exchanged a glance.
"Time to work, old Zhao, just treat it as stretching our muscles and bones."
The two of them released their respective Martial Souls, unleashing the powerful coercion of Soul Saints, and followed closely without hesitation.
The battlefield soon descended into chaos.
This was not an arena for high-tier Spirit Master duels,
but a meat grinder composed of tens of thousands of ordinary soldiers.
(End of Chapter)
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