bioinnovel Chapter 467: Cannon fodder is enough to fight the Cloud Ninja.
Chapter 467: Cannon fodder is enough to fight the Cloud Ninja.
On the open ground of the training camp, 3,500 recruited cannon fodder battalion members were divided into male and female groups and stood loosely in square formations.
"My lords, this is hardly training!"
"Why take off all your clothes and rinse yourself with a hose?"
"Do you even treat us like human beings?"
Several troublemakers tried to leave on the spot, cursing as they went, but before they could take more than a few steps, they were pinned to the ground by black-clad ninjas who appeared out of nowhere.
"Everyone, please calm down."
A young man in a white coat walked out from behind the platform. "My name is Wuwei, and I am the head instructor of this training camp. From today onwards, I will be responsible for everything concerning you."
"You're being asked to take off your clothes for better cleaning. Your clothes and weapons are too old; new equipment will be distributed to everyone shortly. As for why you need to be naked... it's for better cleaning! You'll be given a transformative insect medicine and then soak in the large bath."
Over time, your physical fitness will improve according to your own constitution, and hidden injuries and swelling of muscles and joints caused by cultivation errors will also disappear. It also has the effects of enhancing toxin resistance, removing scars, and improving skin resilience.
When people around heard about this good thing, some of them still felt ashamed, but they still reluctantly accepted it.
"I'll ask one more time, is anyone else leaving?"
"Very good, then continue."
The giant water bug's rear end started spraying water again.
The warm water jets washed over my naked body, carrying a faint herbal scent. It wasn't uncomfortable; in fact, it felt quite pleasant.
But the feeling of being washed like livestock still made many people's faces turn red, their teeth clenched, and their eyes filled with humiliation.
But no one dared to cause trouble anymore. They weren't children anymore; they knew the rules of the world: if you wanted something, you had to give something in return.
After washing themselves clean, each person received a black pill. The pill was small, only about the size of a fingernail, with a smooth surface and a faint bitter smell.
The group swallowed the pills and, led by the other ninjas, jumped into the green bath in front of them. At first, they felt nothing.
Half an hour later, a surge of heat rose from his lower abdomen, spreading throughout his body like a fiery serpent, penetrating every bone, every tendon, and every inch of flesh.
The heat grew increasingly intense, as if it were cooking the entire body from the inside out. Black, sticky fluid began to seep from the surface of the skin. This was toxins and impurities accumulated in the body over the years, being forced out of the pores by the medicinal properties.
"Power... I feel my body is filled with power!"
A bald, burly man stood up from the water, clenched his fists, and couldn't help but throw a punch.
"Quiet!" Wuwei shouted.
The bald, burly man raised his head, a disdainful smile playing on his lips. "I feel like I could kill a bull right now. You want me to be quiet?"
"Really?" Wuwei adjusted his glasses and grinned, a real grin.
The flesh on his cheeks loosened, his jaw dislocated, and his tongue stuck out, becoming a long rope. A whip lashed down, striking him mercilessly.
The bald, burly man didn't even have a chance to dodge; the whip struck him precisely on the shoulder, leaving a deep, bloody welt.
The tongue was covered in a special kind of mucus, and the wound burned with pain, more than ten times more painful than a normal whip wound.
With a splash, the bald, burly man knelt in the pool, his face deathly pale and veins bulging on his forehead.
The second whip remained suspended in mid-air, not falling.
Wuwei retracted his tongue, his face expressionless, as if nothing had happened.
"Who else thinks they're powerful enough to not need to take orders?"
The pool was quiet; not even a splash was made. The faces of the troublemakers turned pale and then flushed, but in the end, they all lowered their heads.
It wasn't because they were afraid of being beaten, nor was it because they were frightened by his modified chin and long tongue.
Instead, Wuwei revealed his true form to them, a form pieced together from countless insects beneath his clothes.
Its eyes turned into long, pixelated worms, its ears and all parts of its body were made of special insects, and there was also a buzzing sound.
They're everywhere—on the water, in the sky, and on the ground. Are 3,500 people enough to feed them?
"Therefore, cannon fodder must be prepared to be cannon fodder." Wuwei snapped his fingers, dispelling all illusions. "From today onwards, I will train you. You only have half a month."
"In short, I will transform you completely within the stipulated time."
In any case, the methods they use are all quick fixes. The so-called medicines that rapidly enhance physical fitness and heal hidden injuries are actually miraculous drugs that indirectly reduce their lifespan by twenty or thirty years, keeping them in their prime and full of energy throughout their lives.
He opened the folder in his hand and read it aloud page by page. "The training content includes: knife skills, assassination, street combat, traps, poison, basic insect control, basic illusion, and basic sealing techniques."
Those who can learn it will learn it, and those who can't won't learn it. There's only half a month left, and with so many training options, surely they'll find one they excel at. Opportunity favors the diligent and the naturally gifted.
In the following period, they had almost no rest time, practicing desperately every day. Many people almost suffered a mental breakdown because they could not bear it, but fortunately, there was illusion magic to heal them.
Undeniably, Huang Quan is the best psychologist. His dark medical ninjutsu is most adept at attracting and drawing out negative emotions, which can keep everyone in a state of excitement every day.
He could even use these newly attracted negative emotions to train the Zero-Tailed Beasts for Shennong, truly achieving multiple benefits in one fell swoop.
He even wondered if, once the country was stable, he should open a few psychological therapy centers to extract people's negative emotions, rescue those suppressed minds, and help them face life positively every day.
Then they would turn these negative emotions into energy, store them up, and sell them to Shennong to make another profit.
He believes that many years from now, many companies and factories will be happy to buy this technology to benefit their own employees.
Fifteen days later.
On the open ground of the training camp, three thousand five hundred members of the cannon fodder battalion stood in neat rows.
They wore identical black combat uniforms, with standard ninja tool pouches at their waists and short swords hanging on their backs. They had no headbands, no other markings to identify them; these people were nameless, faceless ghosts.
Wuwei stood at the front of the line, his gaze sweeping over each face.
In just fifteen days, the way these people looked changed.
Wuwei did not deliver a lengthy speech; he simply raised his hand and made a simple gesture.
set off.
Three thousand five hundred cannon fodder battalion members, without forming teams, cooperating, or having any battle plan, surged toward the Land of Lightning.