Since he was wearing armor, he did not need to bow.
"Greetings, marshal!"
Happy bowed to him along with Qin Qiong.
In the commander-in-chief's tent, the marshal, who was more than fifty years old but did not seem to have aged at all, stood at the head of the tent like a mountain. King Qin and seven generals, who appeared to be of a high rank, stood on the two sides. Their shining armors and solemn eyes added some intimidating air to the entire commander-in-chief's tent!
This lineup caused even the skilled and courageous Happy to be unable to help himself from restraining his thoughts and fighting spirit.
There were two people Happy had seen before in front of the generals, but their clothes were very normal. They were dressed like wanderers.
One of them was Ming Cult's cult master, Zhang Wuji. He was looking at Happy with a smile.
"I guessed that once you joined the army, you would definitely show your talents soon, and it's just as I expected. But this time, you've been in the limelight. Priest Xi Yin and Witch Wan Wan are both elites from the evil cult. Brother Happy, your strength has increased again." When they met, he eagerly sent a private message to Happy.
Happy smiled and nodded. He answered politely, "I was just lucky."
Zhang Wuji smiled and said nothing else.
The other person was Wang Chongyang, who practiced Pre-heaven Skill. He was a powerful martial artist at the peak of Myth Realm, and his strength was above Zhu Yuyan and Shi Zhixuan.
He was dressed in green robes, and there was a gratified smile on his face. He calmly sized up Happy when he walked into the tent.
"Hahahaha! As expected, heroes come from the young. The Murong Clan disciples are all young and handsome. They have extraordinary bearing and outstanding strength, and it's true!"
The old marshal let out a series of hearty laughter. "Yesterday, you helped me obtain a valuable map of the enemy camp, and you also obtained information about Demon General Zhao Deyan. Today, you led your army to kill nearly ten thousand Mongolian cavaliers. You have great achievements, and you came back at night to save Miss Shi. You've done so many meritorious deeds. How should I reward you?"
"Marshal, you praise me too much," Happy answered calmly.
"When the country is in trouble, everyone has a responsibility. I might be a wanderer, but I know what's right and wrong. I only did what I could to kill the enemy on the battlefield."
"You know how to be humble and not become arrogant because of your achievements. Not bad!" The marshal was clearly very satisfied with Happy's answer. He stroked his beard and swept his gaze over the eight generals.
"But meritorious deeds must be rewarded, and mistakes must be punished. This has always been my principle. Generals, how do you think I should reward Happy for his great contributions?"
The eight generals, including the king of Qin, looked at each other. One of them cupped his fist and replied,
"Marshal, killing ten thousand enemy cavaliers is indeed a great meritorious deed, but Happy only managed to do it after gathering more than one thousand cavaliers. Why don't we promote him by one rank and give him the position of a battalion commander? Let him lead two thousand soldiers and let him continue killing the enemy!"
"Hmm …" The marshal nodded slowly, but he caught a glimpse of Wang Chongyang's displeasure. His tone changed. "Master Chongyang, you seem to have an opinion. Why don't you speak your mind?"
"Marshal, we Pugilistic World people don't know much about the military's rewards. We should be rewarded for meritorious service, but we are Pugilistic World people after all. We will return to Pugilistic World sooner or later, so this military rank is not essential to us. If it's just a promotion, it might be an incentive for the soldiers in the military, but it might not be good for us Pugilistic World people …"
"What you said makes sense."
A contemplative expression appeared on the marshal's face before he made his decision with a stern expression. "If that's the case, aside from promoting him to a battalion commander, give him another thirty thousand points!"
Ding!!
The system notification crawled into Happy's ears.
"Quest completed!
"Obtained King of Qin's favor! Relationship with Shi Feixuan increased to Trusted! Obtained two thousand points!
"You have completed one of the major milestones in the Emperor's Announcement Quest, Ambush and Defeat Ten Thousand Cavaliers. Obtained the marshal's acknowledgement! You are specially promoted to a battalion commander! You will also receive an additional thirty thousand points as a reward! "
Right when the continuous stream of system notifications faded away, a solemn and dignified system announcement rang through the Chinese server.
"Hero of the World of Martial Arts, Happy has completed one of the major milestones in the Emperor's Announcement Quest, Ambush and Defeat Ten Thousand Cavaliers. Obtained the marshal's acknowledgement! You are specially promoted to a battalion commander! You will also receive an additional thirty thousand points as a reward! "
Boom!
It was night time, and countless martial artists were resting at the rear. When they suddenly heard this shocking and explosive news, the crowd instantly burst into commotion.
Battalion commander!
It was the same as a rank five official, and it required one million points to get it. More importantly, he could lead three large groups of people, and he could lead two thousand soldiers.
Right now, the other two senior-rank captains — Langye and Violent Wind and Bloody Rain — were still fighting hard for the six hundred and twenty-five cavaliers. Countless sects were fighting hard for the position of middle-rank captains, and countless players were fighting hard for the position of junior-rank captains and rewards for their points, but Happy had already reached a height that they could not hope to reach.
The people from Class One Hall were completely silent.
Happy occupied the top spot on the War Achievement Rank with sixty-nine thousand points as a battalion commander, and he was fifty thousand points ahead of the person in second place!
As for Class One Hall, once Dream Clouds and Blood Robe's points turned to zero, they did not rise again. Only Barren Murderer was ranked beyond the top ten.
The people from Mu Clan were naturally delighted, and their morale was greatly boosted. Quite a number of people gathered together to talk to each other.
"Battalion commander!"
"Damn it! I heard that we need one million points to get up there! What the heck?! One million?! How many Mongolian cavaliers do we have to kill to get that number? "
"Idiot, you didn't learn your math well, did you? One million points is naturally one hundred thousand Mongolian cavaliers. If it's double, it'll be a little less … Tsk tsk, I'm willing to bet that once the boss stimulates us, there will definitely be countless people who will start trying to get the position of middle-rank captains and trigger large-scale quests to harass the enemy's flanks."
"That's for sure."
"The quests they do every day are just small ones. Look at our boss. He got the position of a battalion commander in one go, and he got tens of thousands of points in one go …"
"Hurry up and replenish your supplies. The sky is about to brighten soon, and I reckon that the clan master will trigger a new round of large-scale quests. At that time, we'll have a chance to harvest a lot of points."
"Tsk tsk, I wonder if there are any large-scale quests that are at the level of a battalion commander."
"That's right. The boss can lead two thousand soldiers right now. If he uses up all his points, he'll get around one thousand and four hundred cavaliers. But if he adds in the cavaliers from Boss Silver Wolf and Boss Thunder, he should have no problem in getting four to five thousand cavaliers."
They were worried that the people from Class One Hall did not know about it, and all of Mu Clan was excitedly discussing their operation once the sky brightened!
Only Happy's expression was not very pleasant when he walked out of the commander's tent. He lowered his head, scowled, and walked to the camp at the back.
'There's an ancient saying that goes, the bird that sticks out will be shot, and I'm that foolish bird that sticks out.'
Happy mumbled in his heart.
Even though the position of a battalion commander and the extra points he obtained made him excited for a period of time, the higher his position was, the greater his responsibility was.
Once he became a battalion commander, the marshal's first order was for him to lead his men into the back of the enemy camp to burn their supplies.
Even if he used his toes to think about it, he would be able to figure out that the risk was definitely not small!
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