Number 0321, tell me your group number, your individual score, and your team score. Jiang Cheng said indifferently.
Sir, my group number is 015. My individual score is second, and my team score is tenth. Number 0321 straightened her body and answered loudly.
Jiang Cheng nodded noncommittally. Your individual score is indeed outstanding, but have you ever wondered why your team score is so low?
It's because my teammates are always dragging me down. A look of disgust flashed across Number 0321's cold and pretty face, and the boys standing beside her all lowered their heads in shame.
Obviously, being considered a burden by a girl was not something that they could accept calmly.
You're very outstanding, and so are all of you, but what I want to say is that none of you deserve to be a soldier of this empire. Jiang Cheng sneered, and then threw out a conclusion that made most people's eyes turn red.
Originally, only the talented lower-class commoners who had no chance of survival could enter the Deathmatch Camp. The aristocrats who had been living in the upper class of the empire for a long time rarely sent their children there.
However, ever since the Donghua Empire had been embroiled in wars on all sides, the emphasis on military achievements had suddenly been placed on them. Many aristocratic families that were already powerful in the military had also chosen to send their children to the deathmatch camps for training.
Everyone who had experienced brainwashing and force-feeding education in the Deathmatch Camp regarded becoming the most outstanding soldier of the empire and dying on the battlefield for the empire as their ultimate goal in life. It would not be an exaggeration to say that Jiang Cheng's words had touched their sore spot.
However, no one refuted him. The first rule of the Deathmatch Camp, which was also the overriding rule, was absolute obedience without any resistance, inaction, delay, or even doubt. Although they had not known Jiang Cheng for a long time, he was still a high-ranking military officer personally appointed by His Majesty and Liang Cheng.
But no matter what, he was a high-ranking military officer personally appointed by His Majesty and Liang Cheng, as well as the vice-commander of the deathmatch camp. Even if he was indeed an ignorant and powerless idiot, he had no choice but to carry out the orders he had casually given.
Even 0321, who had always been a woman of low status in the empire and had achieved amazing achievements that overshadowed countless geniuses in the Deathmatch Camp, only looked at him quietly.
Is there a problem? Jiang Cheng said casually, "The Deathmatch Camp is not so much an existence to raise the elite soldiers of the Imperium. It is more like a concentration camp where a bunch of disobedient scumbags are gathered by brute force!" You live a life of darkness, always dealing with killing, death, bloodshed, betrayal, and hostility. Results and survival are all that motivates you to survive. Is there any problem with me saying this?
No one said anything and continued to maintain their silence. Under absolute pressure, no matter how powerful an expert was, they would still prioritize survival as their top priority.
Even a person like 0321 could not help but become cold and cruel. He would do anything to survive.
In essence, there was no difference between the Deathmatch Camp and the wasteland that they were currently in. If they did nothing or didn't do their best, they would die. From this point of view, the wasteland was obviously much more humane.
'So be it.' Jiang Cheng waved his hand casually, "The graduation assessment for all students will be postponed. I'll notify you when I've decided on a new assessment method. Before that, you can choose to stay in the Deathmatch Camp or go wherever you want."
When the students and instructors heard this, a look of disbelief appeared on their faces. Firstly, there had never been a precedent of postponing the graduation assessment in the Deathmatch Camp. No student, no matter the reason, could postpone the graduation assessment that concerned everyone's interests.
Secondly, even if there was a situation where the assessment was postponed, it was impossible for the students to be given so much freedom. They could even decide for themselves whether they wanted to stay in the Deathmatch Camp or not. Compared to the Deathmatch Camp, any place under the rule of the Donghua Empire was like heaven.
"Now, bring everyone back. 0321, stay here. I have something to say to you."
Seeing that the students had formed into pairs in an extremely short amount of time and were brought back by the instructors, the group of people completely disappeared into the blood-red sunset in the distance.
Jiang Cheng smiled faintly, then turned to 0321 and said, "If I'm not mistaken, you should be from the Zhao family, one of the four top aristocratic families in the empire."
After almost obsessive self-memorizing. Jiang Cheng had more or less understood the basic situation of the empire and some of the necessary things in Liang City. This was a society similar to ancient Huaxia, where the upper levels of political power were basically scattered among the nobles and influential families. If ordinary people wanted to make a name for themselves, they basically had no chance other than to join the army and fight for military merits.
The reason why Jiang Cheng was able to receive such preferential treatment was because of his previous identity. He was the second son of the Qin family, a wealthy family in the western part of the empire. Qin Hu had once obtained enough military merits in the war to make a name for himself in the west.
The power structure of the empire was directly controlled by the emperor, who answered directly to the emperor. Originally, it was used by the aristocratic families to restrain the emperor's power. However, after the princess ascended to the throne, the elders' council and the cabinet had become two different organizations that dealt with the affairs of the empire, as well as a huge number of local governments.
If it wasn't for the fact that the empire still had a powerful central army that was absolutely loyal to the emperor, it was very likely that the empire would have fallen into an awkward situation where there were many kings being conferred.
Zhao Bei, code 0321, was not the first aristocratic child sent to the Deathmatch Camp by her family to gain experience, and she definitely would not be the last. The only difference between her and those ordinary aristocratic children was that she was strong enough and ruthless enough.
On this continent called Wind and Cloud, the only power was the source of power that Jiang Cheng had come into contact with.
Everyone had their own source of power. This source of power could come from nature or other places, and could also be upgraded through battles and cultivation. The strength of a martial artist was directly linked to the degree of closeness and control of the source of power.
The ultimate goal of the Deathmatch Camp was to allow people to quickly find their own Origin Energy and the method to grasp it as soon as possible through all kinds of torturous training subjects and death tortures. And since the establishment of the Deathmatch Camp for so many years, the Deathmatch Camp had never been established.
Since the establishment of the Deathmatch Camp for so many years, it was the only official venue for the graduation assessment. If one didn't have at least 20% control of the source of power and participated in the assessment, the only outcome would be to become a number on the normal indicator.
Zhao Bei, who stood before Jiang Cheng, was only seventeen years old, but her control over her Origin Energy had already reached an astonishing forty percent.
The Zhao Family wasn't very powerful in the military, but it was also a traditional aristocratic family in the empire that respected martial arts. Zhao Bei was talented and had received the full support of the family's resources, so her starting point was much higher than others. However, no matter how powerful her talent and resources were, there was no way for her to find her own source of power.
Yes. An indifferent smile appeared on 0321's cold and pretty face. Although she didn't think that this deputy battalion commander would do anything unreasonable to her, the man's slender and somewhat indifferent body in front of her still gave off a faint feeling that made people's hearts palpitate.
The Zhao Family also had their own corps in the empire's military. Jiang Cheng continued as he flipped through the information in his hand.
That's right. The four great aristocratic families of the empire all have their own corps. The corps that belongs to the Zhao Family is called the Azure Dragon. This wasn't a secret in the empire, so Zhao Bei answered very calmly.
Also, you tried to enter the Azure Dragon Corps before, but you didn't qualify, right?
A gentle smile suddenly appeared on Jiang Cheng's face. He then looked at the murderous look on 0321's face and said calmly, "Now I can tell you the reason why you were rejected. If there are no accidents, the four great armies of the empire, and even the central army that you think you should be assigned to, will not accept you.
Or is it because of this reason? 0321 asked calmly.
That's right. The reason is that you are a group of excellent killers, mercenaries, assassins, wolves in the night, but you can't be a soldier. You people lack the basic sense of teamwork and have always lived in a competitive environment where individualism is highly emphasized. Of course, I don't know why the Deathmatch Camp would neglect the cultivation of such things, but I can see the huge flaw in this cultivation method from you.
Jiang Cheng said in a low voice, "If you don't know how to rely on your teammates on the battlefield, you will be like a lone wolf.
No army will choose to accept you. Let's go. I'll take you to the nearby Qingcheng Pass to have a look.
Let's go. I'll take you to the nearby Qingcheng Pass to have a look. I'll let you see what a real combat-ready army looks like. " Jiang Cheng looked at Zhao Bei, who had her head lowered in thought, and then smiled.
At the same time, in the Deathmatch Camp.
The graduation assessment was postponed? Liang Cheng asked in surprise.
Yes, this was a direct order from Deputy Battalion Commander Qin. The instructor replied respectfully. Of course, he wasn't snitching. This was something that he had to let Liang Cheng, the actual controller of the deathmatch camp, know about.
I have no objections. Liang Cheng nodded and said, "Follow Deputy Battalion Commander's method.
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