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Chapter 824: Chapter 354 Refining and Repelling the Enemy_2

Ge Liang spoke with enthusiasm, but suddenly, something crossed his mind as he looked at Wang Hu, unable to help but sigh, “What a pity, what a pity you were born too late.”

“Had you been born twenty years earlier and joined the army when the great king was just starting out, you might have had the chance to become a disciple of the great king and a pupil of the Heavenly Son.”

“Now in the great army, which military officer or general isn’t a disciple of the great king?”

“Such a pity, such a pity.”

As he spoke, Ge Liang’s face showed a touch of desolation, and it was unclear whether he felt pity for Wang Hu or for himself.

Back when Lu Yuan started his career, due to his grassroots background, there were too few capable and trustworthy confidants under his command.

To resolve this dilemma, they had no choice but to select soldiers with potential from the army and take them as sect disciples, teaching them martial arts and nurturing them as confidants.

At that time, when the power was just being established, Lu Yuan’s influence also expanded rapidly. It truly was a time of vigorous vitality, with all things flourishing, where everyone could find endless opportunities.

Ge Liang had joined the army at that time and had received Cultivation Techniques, which allowed him to practice martial arts.

However, his aptitude was somewhat lacking, and he did not become a disciple of Lu Yuan, not even in name.

In the end, he wasted twenty years; his body was already riddled with wounds, and his realm was stuck at a third-rate level, unable to advance any further.

Wang Hu did have sufficient aptitude, but now twenty years had passed. @@novelbin@@

The Chu State had already been established, and the court had a system. There were certainly many opportunities in the army now, but the chance to directly take the great king as a master was no longer possible.

It had even been ten years since anyone had heard of the great king taking a disciple. The Chu State was no longer lacking capable people.

The best era had passed, and Wang Hu, whose aptitude could have qualified him as a disciple of the great king back then, could now only practice the Black Tiger Power, a Cultivation Technique that urged the flesh, squeezing out his great potential ahead of time and squandering his future.

What could have been a candidate who had the potential to reach the pinnacle now, at most, could only hope to become a second-rate expert.

But even becoming a second-rate expert, for many low-level people, is still an unimaginable path to the heavens.

Just like in this army.

The minimum requirement for those military officers in the camp is the second-rate realm. Without this Strength, no matter how much one has achieved, they cannot ascend a step higher.

And the status of a military officer, depending on their rank, could be at least equivalent to a County Captain or even as high as a provincial military commander—a position of great Importance, bringing honor to one’s ancestors.

At least when Wang Hu heard Ge Liang’s words, a hint of longing appeared in his eyes.

He himself did not aspire too high. If he could indeed rise to the position of a military officer in the future, he would be satisfied.

“Second-rate, huh?”

Wang Hu muttered under his breath, his eyes filled with intense fighting spirit, “I will reach that realm.”

Ge Liang looked at the confident and spirited junior before him, his face also revealing a smile.

The reason he paid attention to Wang Hu was precisely because of the latter’s aptitude and character. With these two traits, this young man was bound to achieve something in the future, making him worth some early investment to establish a good relationship.

“No rush for the second-rate for now,”

Ge Liang patted Wang Hu on the shoulder and then said with a smile, “These past few days of continuous Great Wars have left our Jia 5 Camp with many fallen and injured soldiers, and every platoon has lost quite a few men, even losing a platoon leader and three team leaders.

I lead the Third Platoon, and that guy Huang Qing died the day before yesterday; his position as platoon leader has been filled, but the Team Deputy spot has opened up.

Team Deputy is a position of the ninth lower rank. Although it’s the lowest rank, at least it’s an Official Identity, barely considered an official post.

The most important aspect is that, unlike a team leader, there are no strict requirements of a third-rate realm to be a Team Deputy. As long as a soldier has developed Inner Strength and opened up a single meridian, they are eligible.

Your achievements are sufficient, and I plan to recommend you to the Camp Leader to fill the empty Team Deputy position for the First Team and thus obtain an Official Identity.

Then, after some time when your Black Tiger Power is a major success and you break through to the third-rate realm with sufficient Strength, I will help you look to see if there are positions for team leaders either within our camp or elsewhere.

Only by becoming a team leader, commanding fifty men, and being able to select a group of soldiers as your Personal Guard, will you have better odds of survival on the Battlefield.

At the very least, when danger arises, you’ll have more options.

You won’t have to fight forward like a small bird, without any other choice.”

Speaking of casualties, Ge Liang couldn’t help but sigh.

The batch of New soldiers he led, or rather the city Defenders, were too green.

They were all novices who had never experienced bloodshed, and they had no idea how to cope with the cruel Battlefield.

Lacking experience and confronted with Veteran soldiers of the opponent, they naturally suffered heavy casualties.

In the city, a hundred thousand Defenders would be divided into twenty thousand, forming five batches, each taking turns to defend the city walls for a day.

Ge Liang had already led his soldiers to man the walls six times.

And in just these mere six times, out of a hundred soldiers in his platoon, eight had died, a casualty rate close to ten percent.

By comparison, the other platoons were likely not faring any better.

The fully manned hundred thousand people in the city were now probably less than ninety thousand.

Although these losses might not seem significant in the grand scheme, it had only been a month.

Ten thousand people dead in one month.

If they were to hold out for a year, wouldn’t the hundred thousand men in the city be nearly annihilated?

Of course, as an old soldier, Ge Liang was well aware that such a situation was unlikely to occur.

Because as the Defenders, with such heavy casualties, the situation for those Ning bandits outside the city, who were attackers, must be even more dire.

Although he didn’t know the exact numbers, based on the clashes he saw these past days, Ge Liang could tell.