As soon as Bu Fang finished speaking, he ignored Chief Liu, who was standing there in a daze, and walked toward the gathering point of the Cooks' Army Unit of the Third Corps where Chief Liu was stationed.
However, Bu Fang had no regrets. His only goal was to join the army, practice his culinary skills, complete the system's mission, and obtain the reward.
Although the cooks of the army were the cooks of the army, they had to work much harder than ordinary soldiers. When marching in the army, they had to carry a large iron pot and carry kitchen utensils. They had to escort the rations and supplies. Sometimes, when they encountered the enemy who robbed or burned the rations, they had to personally go into battle.
Zhu Yue, the commander of the Third Corps of the Western Mystery Army, said and chased Chief Liu away.
Watching Bu Fang's back, Chief Liu's face twitched uncontrollably. After a moment of hesitation, he turned around and walked toward the commander of the Third Corps.
Bu Fang raised his eyebrows. He already knew that the Third Corps was probably the weakest among the three armies of the Western Mystery Army.
A ferocious murderous aura soared into the sky, as if it was about to disperse the clouds.
Bu Fang took the token from Chief Liu's hand and glanced at him coolly. "Don't worry, I mean you no harm. I'm just a chef who came here to train. I just want to experience what it's like to be a chef in the army. If I really wanted to join the army and serve the empire, I could have just gone straight to the emperor."
"Yes, there is only one Western Mystery Army, but it is divided into three branches. The First Corps is the Western Mystery Army's elite unit, the Second Corps is the main force... and the Third Corps is the army I belong to..." Chief Liu's face became a little embarrassed as he spoke.
One by one, the soldiers fell into pools of blood. Their eyes were bloodshot as they brandished their blades with all their might.
In the end, Chief Liu arranged for Bu Fang to join the army. However, contrary to his solemn promise, this army was not the Western Mystery Army's elite unit.
"I just don't want to make it public. After I finish my training, experience the experience of being an army chef, and hone my culinary skills, I will leave. I won't do anything to endanger the Western Mystery Army."
"Old Zhang, why are you banging on the stove again? Can't you just tell me what you want? If you hit the wok every day, sooner or later you'll break it! "
The towering city walls of Spring Sunshine City were already covered in mottled scars. Soldiers were piled up on top of the city walls, and all of them looked extremely exhausted.
Outside the big city, the mountains and plains were filled with waving military flags and tyrannical shouts. The densely packed figures of the army intersected with each other.
"You want to join our Third Army's Cooks' Army Unit?"
Clang clang clang!!
Although he didn't know how strong Bu Fang's cultivation was, if such a strong person joined the army … he had to be reported. After all, he was a soldier of the Western Mystery Army.
A loud voice rang out from the camp. Then, several figures walked out.
This was war.
Bu Fang roughly estimated that there might be hundreds of people in the Cooks' Army Unit. However, this was normal. After all, they had to maintain the meals of thousands or even tens of thousands of soldiers.
The bead emitted an obscure fluctuation as light flickered on it. The array on its surface seemed to have awakened.
A figure wrapped in a black robe sat cross-legged on the ground. A fierce wind blew over, carrying with it the thick stench of blood and killing intent. The robe fluttered noisily.
A suction force that was hard to be felt by ordinary people was emanating from the bead. From the battlefield below, tens of thousands of warped and wailing souls were drawn out. The murderous intent and resentment mixed together were all absorbed by the bead.
He was really afraid. The face of Xiao Bai before him was an extremely powerful existence. Even now, he still felt a lingering fear when he thought of that pressure.
"The Western Mystery Army's Third Army? Didn't you say that there was only one army in Western Mystery City? "Bu Fang asked as he looked at Chief Liu with a puzzled expression.
Such a powerful existence, if he went directly to General Kong Xuan, he would definitely be assigned a better position. More importantly … this guy actually wanted to join the Cooks' Army Unit. That was a place for chefs. What was a strong person like him doing there?
"Senior, although I am a member of the Western Mystery Army's Third Army … I am still a soldier of the Western Mystery Army. A strong person like you … if you want to join the army, why do you need to sneak in? Why don't you go directly to our general …? "Chief Liu looked at Bu Fang's slender figure and couldn't help but ask the question in his heart.
Moreover, it was a young man like Bu Fang. With his fair and tender face, one could tell at first glance that he was from a rich family.
The slightly older middle-aged man squinted his eyes. His gaze fell on Bu Fang, who was standing behind Chief Zhang. He raised his eyebrows in surprise.
Ji Chengyu was clad in armor. His face was solemn as he rode on a single-horned war horse. He held a long sword in his hand and let out a roar.
Soon, a group of soldiers wearing linen uniforms and aprons dashed out from the army camp. Some of them were very young, some were very old, but only a few were young and strong.
As soon as the old man entered the camp, he picked up a big iron wok and tapped it with a ladle.
The people around him looked at Bu Fang with a playful smile.
The aura of the Departed Soul Orb grew stronger and stronger, becoming extremely terrifying.
The Venerable Master's eyes were filled with fanaticism as he watched the Departed Soul Orb grow stronger and stronger. He licked his dry lips.
…
As for which army he was in, Bu Fang didn't really care.
Dayo Prefecture, Spring Light City.
Bu Fang calmly looked at the middle-aged man and shook his head.
That was why very few people joined the army just to join the Cooks' Army Unit.
"Senior... this is the Third Corps of the Western Mystery Army, where I belong. You should know that ordinary people are not allowed to join the elite troops of the Western Mystery Army... I'm not qualified to let anyone join the elite troops of the Western Mystery Army," Chief Liu said as he bowed to Bu Fang, his face full of fear.
Chief Liu was dumbfounded. What fourth grade Battle-Spirit … The pressure on Xiao Bai's face, that fighting prowess … wasn't something a fourth grade Battle-Spirit could compare to.
However, Bu Fang nodded seriously. The old man was helpless because the token was real. Even though he was puzzled as to why Bu Fang wanted to join the Cooks' Army Unit, he didn't reject the idea. After all … the Cooks' Army Unit had always been lacking in manpower, especially the Cooks' Army Unit of the Third Corps.
"According to your description, that young man is probably a fourth grade Battle-Spirit. A fourth grade Battle-Spirit can easily take care of you guys who don't train diligently. However, it is indeed a pity for a fourth grade Battle-Spirit to join the Cooks' Army Unit as a cook. Chief Liu, you just need to send someone to keep an eye on him."
The Shura Sect Venerable slightly opened his eyes. True energy permeated his entire body as he held a round gray bead in his hand.
"The rule is that you have to show us your skills first. If your skills are up to standard, I will assign you an iron wok and let you cook. If not … tsk tsk, you will have to collect firewood for a few months!" The middle-aged man narrowed his eyes, then stuck out his tongue and licked his lips.
...
High in the sky, hundreds of meters above the ground.
However, contrary to Chief Liu's expectation, the commander of the Third Corps didn't really care about this matter. Even though Chief Liu had described Bu Fang as extremely powerful, the commander merely expressed his regret.
Bu Fang followed the old man to the army camp. It wasn't a very big camp. Compared to the other army camps, this one was shabby and small.
"You are the new recruit who joined our Cooks' Army Unit? Do you know the rules of our Cooks' Army Unit? "The middle-aged man's mouth twitched as he sized up Bu Fang.
An old man took the token from Bu Fang's hand, glanced at it, then stared at Bu Fang suspiciously.
"Hey, Captain, isn't there a new recruit? We should welcome him, shouldn't we? "Old Zhang stopped tapping the wok and laughed dryly.
The heavy city gates of Spring Sunshine City creaked as a large group of armored cavalrymen rushed out of the city gates. Like sharp knives, they tore apart Ji Chengyu's army.
"In a few days, our Third Corps will follow General Kong out of the city on an expedition. Remember to get your subordinates ready and have the cooks prepare a delicious meal!"
Chief Liu's face was flushed. He didn't expect his report to be ignored like this.
However, this usually prosperous city was currently filled with billowing smoke. Every corner of the city was filled with a panicked atmosphere. The citizens were all hiding in their own houses in a panic as they shivered.
This was a prosperous city in the Light Wind Empire. It was famous in the empire, had a flourishing economy, and had a large population. Even though it couldn't compare to the Three Great Ancient Cities, it was still an iconic city of the Light Wind Empire.
The two of them collided with a loud bang. On the city wall, numerous arrows rained down like a torrential rain. Then, the sounds of weapons clashing, shouts, and battle cries all mixed together, blending into one, and no one was able to distinguish between them.
Then, the densely packed soldiers behind him charged toward the mottled Spring Sunshine City with an imposing manner. They were like a ferocious tiger that was about to tear everything apart. The Spring Sunshine City was like a wounded prey that became the prey of the ferocious tiger.
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