1058 Battlefield (1/2)
”Looks like… you ten-man squad leaders aren't convinced about me?”
After a short conversation with Brutal Thunder, Fang Yuan sneered coldly as he watched the few ten-man squad leaders surround him. ”Fine… All of you can come at me together. As long as one of you can make me take a step backward, I will give up my position as the hundred-man commander.”
Among barbarians, strength was equivalent to respect, and most of them were brainless muscular men. They immediately agreed. ”Good!”
While some were releasing their materializations, some had already charged at him directly.
Chichi!
Fang Yuan stood still, smiling faintly.
An immense amount of Saber Qi suddenly erupted from his body, leaving bloody wounds all over these people.
”This is… Saber Realm?” Brutal Thunder muttered in shock. ”No wonder he was accepted into the Holy Mountain in advance and became a core disciple… Fang Yuan was merely average in the tribe, but I never thought that he would improve so drastically after going to the Barbarian Palace!”
After unleashing his Saber Qi, Fang Yuan stood there proudly, overlooking the bloody people in front of him. With the same faint smile, he asked, ”So? Convinced?”
He had shown mercy. Even though their injuries looked terrifying, they were nothing more than superficial wounds.
Even though barbarians were foolish, they were not people who could not accept a loss. All of them knelt. ”Greetings, Hundred-man Commander!”
”All right! I appoint Brutal Thunder as my deputy. Besides me, you have to listen to everything he says. Understood?” Fang Yuan practiced nepotism without restraint.
The ten-man squad leaders immediately replied, ”Understood!”
…
In the blink of an eye, one month passed.
On the plains, Fang Yuan brought a small team out of the camp gates.
”So a war between cultivators in this world looks like this,” Fang Yuan muttered with a grass straw in his mouth while looking into the distance.
First, the main force of the opposition was clearly the Kun Yun Sect. Moreover, it was only considered a small influence in the cultivation world.
After all, the outside world was boundless and had plenty of cultivation sects. The enmity between these sects might be even more than their hatred toward the barbarians!
”Next is this form of battle. Because both parties have Immortals overseeing everything, as well as terrifying arrays arranged in the camps, launching a direct attack on a camp is definitely asking for trouble!”
”The most we can do now is to wander around the area divided between both parties in our hundred or even ten-man units to entice enemies before fighting them in close quarters, engaging them in a bitter war of attrition!
”Once a party can't support the consumption any longer, a direct and open war will naturally start, unless they take the initiative to escape.”
…
Fortunately, this kind of small-scale fighting between tens or hundreds of people would rarely involve the Apotheosis realm, let alone Immortals.
With the strength of his men and some luck, the unit that Fang Yuan led did not encounter many dangers.
His unit had had only one or two casualties, while the nearby unit had losses of nearly twenty to thirty percent, mostly due to bad luck.
Fang Yuan's reputation was gradually spreading. The other hundred-man commanders knew of a Materialization realm core disciple of the Holy Mountain who might not have high cultivation but was extremely lucky. The unit he led not only won every battle, but it also had the lowest casualty rate.
At a time like this, being able to protect subordinates was naturally going to gain the support of others.
Fang Yuan's prestige started growing unknowingly from this small unit.
Even barbarians from other units were starting to be envious of such outstanding military achievements and incredibly low casualties. They were so envious that they even wanted to join his unit.
Fang Yuan was not one to forget his roots, so he got Brutal Thunder to look for the people from the Flybarb tribe and had them join his unit. He even took extra care of them once they joined him.
…
”If the Immortals and Apotheosis realm powerhouses are not taking action, it is up to us soldiers to exhaust each other to death!”
This time, Fang Yuan brought some ten-man squad leaders out to fight.
Although this kind of messy war environment was a hindrance to his cultivation, it was not without benefits. At least, he could make use of his military merits to exchange for all the magical powers that he wanted.
As for the heavenly materials and earthly treasures that the Hundred Physical Forging Technique needed? They were extremely valuable to the Immortals. Fang Yuan rolled his eyes after hearing Gold Ingot talk about it and no longer harbored any hopes for the sixth star of the Nine Star Pearl.
”Let's go!”
He led his ten ten-man squad leaders and disappeared into the plains.
The surroundings of the two big camps of the barbarians and the cultivators were the battlefields for many small units.
”We've already entered the danger zone. Pay attention to those hiding!” Fang Yuan warned as his spiritual will spread out to cover five kilometers around him.
This greatly surpassed the range of Materialization spiritual will and was also why he was confident in ensuring the safety of his small unit.
After all, his current spiritual will was definitely at the Primordial Core level. Once he came across any danger, he could activate his mystic technique to raise it to the Apotheosis level. With such abilities, it was naturally easy for him to escape the pursuit of mere Primordial Core cultivators.
In this war of attrition, the competing factors are using spiritual will to detect others and your concealment abilities… Fang Yuan had a sort of realization in his heart. This is the same as radar and stealth fighters in my previous life. Just like spears and shields, both parties need to constantly improve to eliminate each other…
Of course, a war between cultivators was much more terrifying.
”We've passed the middle…”
After walking some distance, Fang Yuan smiled lightly and activated the Nine Star Pearl Mystic Technique.
In a split second, his spiritual will expanded infinitely, going beyond dozens of kilometers.
During his scan, plenty of Qi fields appeared one after another.
”Southeast, twenty-five kilometers! A small team of Primordial Core cultivators. They should be elite troops led by a barbarian thousand-man commander!