"Yes, I am Wan Lei, what instructions do you have?"
Wan Lei took a step forward, crossed his arms, and looked up at the burly man.
"Hahahaha, I searched high and low, and now I've found you without trying. I heard today that a group of rich second-generation punks came to our Base No. 18. I've always wanted to see who these important figures are.
This afternoon, I was chatting with a few other battalion commanders, discussing whether you pampered brats would wet yourselves on the battlefield.
Well, it just so happens that I ran into you."
The burly man sneered and leaned forward.
"Kid, let me tell you, the people in our army despise you greenhouse-grown flowers the most.
The battlefield is said to be the place for true men, and only the truly strong can stand here. You sissies, before you wet yourselves, hurry back to your Wuxing Hall and cry in your mothers' arms.
Don't worry, we'll guard the peace of the main plane and your comfortable lives for you, hahahaha..."
Listening to the other party's idiotic speech, Wan Lei was both annoyed and amused. The others were all indignant, wishing they could go up and beat the burly man on the spot.
"Heh, you talk too much. You almost made me think that all the soldiers at our frontline base are mouthy kings like you.
Alright, stop yapping. Report your name and draw your line, and we brothers will follow.
Let's have a fight and see who the real cowards are, and who are the greenhouse flowers."
"Oh, you want to challenge me? I've been waiting for you to say that, so no one can say I bullied the newcomers.
Listen carefully, I am Tian Ba, the Battalion Commander of the Second Artillery Battalion, Fifth Corps, Ninth Army of Base No. 18. My cultivation is at the peak of the Tai Heng realm.
If you're not convinced, that's fine. I'll call a few brothers, and you can bring your team. We'll have a good fight on the training ground so you know that the fights you have with other kids in your sect when you're still breastfeeding are just playing house."
Upon hearing this, Wan Lei did not speak but sent a telepathic message to Wan Qianxin.
"How many people are in a battalion?"
"Generally, frontline battalions are composed of two thousand men, with fifteen hundred at the Fan realm and the remaining five hundred at the Tai Xu realm. The battalion commander and deputy commander are both at the Tai Heng realm, and occasionally, some capable company commanders are also at the Tai Heng realm. This is not fixed, but generally, there won't be more than ten, as those exceeding that number have been promoted. After all, the casualty rate on the frontline is quite high, and officers are generally in short supply."
Wan Lei nodded, then looked at the second battalion commander, Tian Ba, and said indifferently.
"Alright, go call all the men in your battalion. We'll settle this on the training ground."
The moment this was said, the entire place erupted in an uproar.
"Kid, did you take the wrong medicine, or are you really a fearless newborn calf? Do you really think your dozen or so people can challenge a regular army battalion?"
"Those who haven't been to the battlefield are all like this. They don't know that the two thousand people here are different from two thousand disorganized rabble outside. Our legions have fought many battles, and our coordination is already perfect. A well-coordinated battalion can handle three to five thousand demon race soldiers."
"Hmph, let's go. Let's see these little brats get beaten."
"It's time for the exciting part of teaching the disciples of Wuxing Hall a lesson. Every time it's so fun. These people, they act all arrogant before the fight, cry and wail during the fight, and wet themselves after the fight. It's incredibly amusing, hahahaha."
"I heard this group is entirely made up of rich second-generation punks who are used to being tyrannical in Wuxing Hall, and they think they can still act like that at our base."
"Hmph, once you get here, even a dragon has to coil, and a tiger has to lie down. If you dare to offend the military, you'll find it difficult to move forward from now on."
"They haven't experienced the hardships of society."
The surrounding people discussed animatedly, all showing interested expressions, as if they could already see Wan Lei and the others lying on the ground in pain.
"Kid, are you sure you want a small team to challenge our entire battalion? Do you know how many soldiers are in our battalion? Don't blame me for not warning you."
"You talk too much. Hurry up and call your men. I'll give you fifteen minutes. Wait for us at the training ground."
"Hmph, kid, you said it yourself. Don't you dare run away then. Brothers, let's go."
Tian Ba waved his hand, and five Tai Heng realm soldiers immediately followed him and left.
Meanwhile, the supplies Wan Lei and the others had received were all placed on the table.
To their surprise, all that was placed before them were standard firearms and weapons, and more than a dozen small tablets that could be worn on the hand.
This small tablet was very similar to the one the demon lord who invaded the Lei Feng Realm had. It was unclear if it could be used as a bomb.
"These are specialized communication devices for the Bitter Sea battlefield. Once outside, they can display information about comrades within a radius of ten thousand miles and can also be used for communication. The communication devices from the main plane are useless in the Bitter Sea."
The staff member explained.
"Oh, thank you."
Wan Lei distributed them to everyone according to the information on them, and then led his brothers towards the southern training ground.
The rumor that the newly arrived pampered team was challenging a battalion quickly spread throughout Base No. 18. The soldiers on the frontline fought demons all year round, and their lives were extremely monotonous. Their greatest joy was watching the greenhorns from Wuxing Hall get beaten.
As soon as this news broke, it ignited the enthusiasm of many soldiers.
Especially when they learned that the strongest disciple of Wuxing Hall and the children of Immortal Venerables were in this small team, people became even more excited.
These were bona fide rich second-generation individuals.
Is there anything more satisfying than beating up rich second-generation individuals?
As for their powerful backgrounds and not daring to offend them? Heh, the army doesn't care about that. Here, everything is decided by strength.
No matter how good your family background or how strong your connections, you have to be obedient here in the army.
It was currently lunchtime, and many soldiers' training sessions had ended. Upon hearing about this, they didn't even take off their armor before heading straight to the training ground.
When Wan Lei and the others arrived, they encountered this situation.
Looking at the sea of people before them, the group remained unfazed, as the number of people in Wuxing Hall was much larger, and they were accustomed to being the center of attention.
Because they were facing an entire battalion, the combat arena was also very large, covering several kilometers in area. This was no small feat in the resource-scarce frontline base.
When Wan Lei and the dozen or so others took their positions on the training ground, they didn't see any commander come to punish them, presumably because this conflict was tacitly approved.
"Can we use technological weapons?"
Wan Lei quietly asked Wan Qianxin.