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Chapter 395
Inside the main tent of the camp, Zhong Ming was escorted in, looking completely bewildered.
Fang Qianqian's older sister sat in the main seat, while the other group leaders and captains lined up on both sides, temporarily forming a military court.
Such a display of force made Zhong Ming suspect...'This is a trap set for me.'
Who takes someone in custody and immediately starts a trial? Don't they look for evidence?
"People brought it."
"Hmm." She was aloof and superior, lacking her usual protective temper, appearing calm and reliable, her face as still as an abyss.
"This person said he trained with you yesterday. Have you seen him?" She raised half of his head expressionlessly. His face was blown to pieces and barely stitched up. The missing parts were painted over with paint, making it look extremely horrifying.
"I have some impression of him; he's a nice person," Zhong Ming replied frankly, but then changed the subject.
"But can you determine that he is who he is just by looking at his head?"
"What do you mean?" someone shouted sharply from the side. Zhong Ming suddenly realized that he didn't recognize the person.
The other party didn't know him either. To him, it was just that he had been in seclusion at the Flame Wolf Army headquarters for four years, and this person had emerged as a complete stranger.
“I remember that on my first day in the guard, a parasite infested the body of the first comrade in the original Third Guard. No one noticed anything unusual. The parasite acted and spoke as usual until it suddenly attacked, and the entire guard except me was killed.”
The man's face was gloomy. He finally understood why his old nemesis had suddenly disappeared and been replaced by this inexperienced brat.
"Is that so? Hmph~~" The man seemed to have heard a big joke and couldn't help but laugh. He said, "You have to be responsible for your words. Since you say so, you have to produce evidence. Besides, he was parasitized, and you trained him without discovering it. You are still guilty of dereliction of duty."
"Can't you understand human language?" Zhong Ming immediately got angry, his eyes turning cold. He felt this guy was just looking for trouble. "I'm saying this broken face isn't enough to convict me. Have your ears been soaking in a pickle jar or is your brain filled with soybean paste?"
This instantly shattered the serious atmosphere of the entire room. The man's anger surged, and he immediately... sat down and began to meditate and practice breathing exercises.
"This scoundrel attempts to disrupt my Daoist mind and disturb the clarity of my spirit. His crime is heinous. May the immortal spirits forgive him, and may the Great Dao find peace..."
"If you can disturb the Daoist mind with just these two sentences, what kind of immortality are you cultivating? If my old widow neighbor in my hometown starts cursing, wouldn't you just give up your Dao on the spot and die on the spot?" Zhong Ming seized the opportunity to "pursue and kill".
If you're going to mess with me, why should I be polite to you?
"Alright, everyone shut up." The battalion commander's wife spoke, and everyone quieted down, mainly because they all noticed that water was seeping into the blankets under their feet.
There was a lot of water at Zhong Ming's feet, forming a slow whirlpool that surrounded him and had already submerged his feet.
"You're in the maintenance team. How many shells have you maintained recently? Do you have this batch?"
"No, not a single one. I ruined a training round last time and I'm still writing a self-criticism."
She turned to someone next to her and said, "Go check if anyone has switched the shells. There's a possibility that they're fake."
Zhong Ming was speechless. "That training shell was damaged in the battle with the military academy students. Either he took it and modified it, or it was destroyed in the battle. Anyway, I've already punished him and he's written a self-criticism. The rest is entirely his responsibility."
"Well, is there anything else you want to say?" Although she said this, she was already waving her hand to signal the others to take him away.
"If not, then you'll stay in the solitary confinement room until we've investigated and found out what happened, then we'll release you."
"Wait, how many military merit points will we have to pay?" Zhong Ming in the solitary confinement room didn't care; what he cared about was how much money they would get.
"What... compensation?" The people escorting him were completely bewildered. What kind of thing was he going to compensate for?
Zhong Ming spoke with righteous indignation, "Nonsense, I haven't committed any crime. If they arrest me, wouldn't I have to pay compensation? Let me think... I think it's written in military law that my captain's salary and allowances will still be paid, and in addition, a captain-level officer gets... twenty military merit points every day?"
"You're obsessed with money." The person meditating above jumped up upon hearing this. This is like finding you a place to cultivate, and then having to give you money instead?
"can."
A cold female voice rang out, and everyone looked at the battalion commander's wife. Fang Qianqian's sister had no interest in arguing about the few dozen military merit points at this moment. No one would be happy until this matter was resolved.
Then... Zhong Ming was inexplicably stuffed back into the small dark room where he used to stay.
He could sense intuitively that there was a conspiracy at play, but where exactly was the conspiracy?
.....
In the dark little room, Zhong Ming thought for a while. His hand was released. Captains here have a little bit of privilege, but the spiritual energy around is scarce. If he wants to cultivate, he still has to rely on his own spirit stones and pills.
Hey, perfect timing! Before heading to the arena, I made a fortune by reselling Xuanjing's Far-Seeing Talismans, earning quite a few Spirit Nourishing Pills. I'm pretty rich now.
His storage bag was sealed, and could only be unlocked when he left, like someone else's lock added to his own lock.
But what does this have to do with my storage stone dentures?
As Zhong Ming chewed the pills like candy, he reviewed why he had been put in solitary confinement.
Two days later, the camp was bustling with activity as people came and went, when suddenly a group of guests arrived.
The battalion commander's wife smiled, or rather, wore a fake smile that said, "I knew you were coming."
"Welcome, Battalion Commander of the 135th Battalion. I'm sorry, I don't have time to entertain you at the moment."
The newcomer was impeccably dressed, with handsome features beneath his fine clothes, making it difficult to distinguish his gender. He moved with lightning speed and stepped into the center of the camp in an instant.
"Nice to meet you, Madam. It seems I've come at an inopportune time, running into some unfortunate events." He glanced around and sneered, "Is this all the trash left in your battalion? So, what are you planning to do about this year's military region skills competition?"
"Someone, escort the guest to Tianyun Tower for a rest." At her command, several captains stepped forward and grabbed the other person's shoulders.
The man's smile remained unchanged, but a flash of light appeared on his magnificent robes, and a powerful force suddenly erupted, instantly blasting both captains away.
"Hey, let me finish what I have to say. Anyway, I'm not planning to leave. You guys really can't get rid of me here."
Just as she was about to get angry, something suddenly occurred to her, and she burst out laughing.
"Hmm? Madam, are you so happy to see me?"
"Happy? Of course I'm happy, recorder!"
"Here." A monk beside him was writing furiously. To put it nicely, his records were meant to be written into history books; to put it bluntly, he was a human two-dimensional record stone.
“Write,” her voice suddenly filled with malice, “the battalion commander of the 135th Battalion attacked our camp, rushed into the central tent, and tried to detonate artillery shells to kill us.”