Chapter 1238 The Monk Next to One Hundred Thousand

"Report to the military commander, the front-line headquarters sent a message, asking the military commander to immediately recruit 100,000 practitioners who are at the seventh rank and above, and who are good at sorcery, gu, evil, demon, and incantation, and rush to Beihuang immediately. , the four marshals are of great use."

Just after the frontline battlefield gathered more than 400 million prisoners on the Scorpion Plain, far away in the Qin army base camp in the Daluo Tianyu, an imperial major general got up and reported to Changsun Wuji.

"To be a cultivator who is good at witchcraft and demons, there are 100,000 people?"

"Gonggukong, what are they trying to do? Do they want to use these sideways to push the battlefield horizontally?"

"The idea is very good, but there are dozens of high-level longevity experts in the Great Thousand World, not including those who are secretly hidden."

"With these people sitting in the town, this method will not work at all."

Hearing the report from the major general of the intelligence department, Changsun Wuji made some speculations.

Also some headaches.

The four marshals on the front line really don't let him worry.

"Reporting to the military division, the four marshals did not indicate the purpose of recruiting 100,000 monks in the message."

"It's just that the first battle is over now. Although the empire has won, there are still more than 700,000 casualties. This is still the result of not meeting the real main force of the coalition forces."

"In this case, the front-line army may be caught in a dilemma."

"At this time, the recruitment of 100,000 side sect cultivators must be because the four marshals have a way to break the game. The recruitment of 100,000 side sect cultivators should be used to break the game."

Just when the eldest grandson Wuji had some headaches, the imperial major general who just reported the news got up again and said that he did a thorough analysis.

Hearing the analysis of the Imperial Major General, Zhangsun Wuji fell into deep thought:

"It does make some sense."

"Forget it, since it is required by the front line, or requested by the four marshals jointly, then there is no reason for the military advisor not to agree."

"The order goes on, and the army of 3 billion practitioners will be recruited immediately until 100,000 cultivators who meet the conditions are recruited."

"Tell them that all the monks who meet the requirements can sign up to go to the front line."

"Once you sign up, you can get a thousand-year-old spirit medicine, a thousand pieces of top-quality spirit stones, and one month's training time in the Tongtian Tower."

"The first two rewards can be issued immediately, and the training time of the Tongtian Tower will be issued after the teacher returns to the court."

After thinking about it, the eldest grandson Wuji, who always felt that the battle situation on the front line was the most important, did not hesitate, and directly decided to issue a paid recruitment order to the army of three billion practitioners.

"promise!"

Hearing the order of the military division, the imperial major general said, and immediately conveyed the order of the base camp to the army of three billion practitioners in the military base.

"By the way, what's your name?"

"Which school or college?"

Seeing that the Imperial Major General finished conveying the order, Zhangsun Wuji, who nodded, seemed to remember something and asked the Imperial Major General.

Zhangsun Wuji admired the previous reasoned analysis by this imperial major general, and he couldn't help but feel a love for talent.

From Changsun Wuji's point of view, this imperial major general has some military talents, and he is young and has great potential.

As long as the opponent's background is innocent, then he can promote him one or two, so that he will grow into a general who guards the side of the empire in the future, which is also a contribution to the empire.

Hearing the words of the military advisor, the major general of the empire was overjoyed, but on the surface it was calm.

He knew that the eldest grandson was cultivating himself intentionally, and he must not appear impetuous at this time, otherwise he would be in vain after years of hard work.

Thinking of this, the imperial major general quickly adjusted his mentality and said cautiously:

"Reporting to the military division, the last general is named Bai Ye, who comes from a military family. He studied at Yongzhou College for four years, and then went to Jixia Academy for a year."

Facing Changsun Wuji, an important official of the empire, Bai Ye did not dare to hide it at all, and directly told Changsun Wuji his identity.

"Yes, from what you have just seen, you can see that your military talent is not low, and your potential is great. It is indeed a bit underpowered to stay in this intelligence department."

"When this war is over, you can choose one of the A-class regiments to serve as the captain."

"The future is entirely up to you."

Changsun Wuji said this to Bai Ye, and then he stopped talking.

He has already given Bai Ye the opportunity, it depends on whether Bai Ye can grasp it or not.

If this white night can grow up, then he doesn't mind pulling him again in the future.

But if Bai Ye died in the middle of the battle, he would have no choice but to say that it was all life.

"Thank you, Great Military Master!"

Hearing the words of the eldest grandson, Bai Ye cupped his hands and said, and he was overjoyed in his heart.

Seeing this scene, the remaining seven imperial major generals in the intelligence department showed envious expressions.

The post of Commander, which is already the lowest-level senior position, has always been held by generals at the level of major generals.

The most important thing is to have real power and be able to control 10,000 soldiers to fight.

Don't look at them as generals in the intelligence department, they have access to some military aircraft, and their environment is also very safe, but that is not what they want.

In the Imperial Army, most promotions depend on military merit.

In other words, only by constantly charging on the battlefield and making military achievements can you quickly advance.

Although it is safer to stay in the logistics department and the intelligence department, the promotion speed is too slow.

If it takes a year at most for a general who has been fighting on the frontline to be promoted once, it will take five years for them to be promoted once in a deadlock between the logistics and intelligence departments.

And it still has to be within the five-year period without making any mistakes.

If you make a big mistake, let alone promotion, it's good to keep your current position and rank.

Therefore, they can be sure that when they see Bai Ye next time, they are afraid that the other party has already become a lieutenant general and brigade commander, and they are still struggling with their qualifications.

Thinking of this, the generals only felt that if the eldest grandson valued himself, how good he should be.

In fact...their military talents are not low, but they just don't have the courage to speak out.

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It has to be said that the military efficiency of the Qin army is extremely high, and the monks responded enthusiastically.

One hour after the summoning order was issued, the 100,000 cultivators who met the requirements were registered and assembled.

Among the 100,000 cultivators, except for the loose cultivators who account for one-third, the rest have more or less backgrounds.

Some are evil demon kings, some are members of the family, some are children of the academy, and even the first-class schools of the empire, such as Yinyang Family and Shushan, who are good at spells, have joined them.

The cultivators next to the 100,000 high-level leaders gathered together, and the blood-colored dark clouds in the sky began to gather, stretching for millions of miles in the sky, with a terrifying momentum.

Seeing this scene, countless cultivators with low cultivation base showed their terrified eyes.

Fortunately, these side door monks are their own.

If they were enemies, they would be miserable.