Chapter 47: Size is an official

  The empty martial arts arena just a second ago was now lined up with five neat squares. Thousands of people in chaos and disorder became tidy and orderly in the blink of an eye.

  "Is this the army?" Qin Lang's heart was deeply shocked.

  Take another look at Mo Yan on the drum platform. At this moment, Mo Yan is still wearing that fiery red armor, with a purple and gold cloak draped over his shoulders, standing on the drum platform, his presence overwhelming.

  Mo Yan looked around and shouted: "Each team count the number of people." Her voice was as clear and melodious as a silver bell.

  As Mo Yan gave the order, the team responded with loud and clear voices, but Qin Guang couldn't tell who was who among so many people. However, after a moment, the Tianjun army had already finished reporting. Five military officer-like Tianbing walked to the front of the team and reported to Mo Yan one by one.

  "Reporting to Your Excellency, the first battalion, should have 999 men, actually has 999 men. Report complete."

  "Reporting to the commander, the second battalion, should be one thousand people, actually one thousand people, reporting complete."

  "Reporting to the commander, the fifth squad, should be one thousand people, actually one thousand people, reporting complete."

  Listening to the reports of the five officers, Qin Lang had a hunch in his heart. It seemed that there were five teams with a total of 5,000 people here. The only thing he didn't know was why the first team was missing one person.

  Wait a minute, isn't someone missing? Could it be that I'm here to fill that empty spot? Most likely that's the case, looks like from now on I'll be part of this first-rate team.

  "Haha, after all, I'm also a small team leader, which ones are my subordinates?" Qin Lang's eyes scanned the crowd, looking sly and cunning.

  Just as Qin Huan was selecting troops for himself, Mo Yan on the drum tower spoke up and said: "Today I will lead the training, all troops listen to orders."

  "Yes!" The five thousand heavenly soldiers shouted in unison.

  "With each squad as a unit, carry out training." With Mo Yan's order, the various squads picked up their respective weapons and began their training.

  Only the first team stood still on the spot without moving.

  Mo Yan walked down from the drum tower and came towards the first squad. The officer who had reported to Mo Yan earlier was now in the ranks, while Mo Yan stood at the front of the first squad.

  "Earlier, there is a new person who has joined our Tianjun team, Qin Lang, come here." Mo Yan beckoned to Qin Lang, Qin Lang raised his head and walked over with a firm step, standing upright beside Mo Yan.

  "Qin Lang, let me introduce myself," said Mo Yan to Qin Lang.

  "Cough, cough!" Qin Huan cleared his throat and said: "Everyone, my name is Qin Huan, I'm from Luoyang City, and I'm 18 years old. It's a great honor to join the Heavenly Army as a Heavenly Soldier." After finishing speaking, Qin Huan revealed a self-satisfied smile.

  Mo Yan gave Qin Guang a white eye, took over the conversation and said: "Previously, our first team, the fifth battalion's first squad leader Chen Fang violated military discipline, was removed from his military post and expelled from the army. The position of squad leader has been vacant ever since. Now Qin Guang is taking over Chen Fang's position as the leader of the fifth battalion's first squad."

  Mo Yan's words caused a subtle stir in the squad, who did not expect that an eighteen-year-old kid, as soon as he entered the army camp, would come to take on an officer position. Although it was only a small team leader level, it was still an official position after all.

  "Silence!" Mo Yan furrowed her brow, she had expected such a reaction from the military, and if it weren't for the orders of the Duchess, she wouldn't have accepted this guy at all.

  "First squad of the Fifth Legion, step forward." Mo Yan gave the order and 19 heavenly soldiers walked out of the formation to stand at the very front.

  "Qin Lang, come and get to know your teammates." Mo Yan said to Qin Lang.

  "Hmm." Qin Lang walked over, looked at the nineteen team members standing in front of him, and felt a surge of excitement in his heart, but his face remained calm: "Everyone, I'm glad to be a member of this small team. Please give me more guidance in the future."

  "Alright, you can return to your team now." Qin Lang originally wanted to say something else, but was interrupted by Mo Yan.

  After the team returned, Mo Yan let the officer who had previously reported to him lead the team to start training, and he took Qin Cang away from the martial arts field.

  "Marshal Mo, why won't you let me train with them?" Qin Ling looked at the training Heavenly Soldiers with a reluctant gaze, twirling her fingers, and asked with a hint of grievance.

  "In the first week, you shouldn't participate in training. You don't have any foundation and suddenly joining the team will mess everyone up." Mo Yan said to Qin Cang.

  "What? No training? Then what can I do?" Qin Lang thought about it too, the army's combat is about collective combat capability, if he didn't know anything, that was indeed a problem.

  "These next few days, just follow me and get familiar with military rules and laws. I'll teach you basic tactics and strategies as well as fundamental command skills. After all, you're also a military officer, and you need to lead troops. You can't just lead a bunch of heavenly soldiers like street thugs, right? Also, in the military, there's martial arts training for coordinated team combat, which is something else you'll need to learn."

  "Right, right, right! Commander Mo's words are absolutely correct. You must teach me more, I don't understand anything." Qin Lang suddenly became excited. He had long known that the Heavenly Army had many secret techniques and skills, but he didn't expect to learn them as soon as he joined the Heavenly Army. Not only was there a special person to train him, but it was also a beautiful female commander who would be his teacher - it was like a dream come true!

  "Mo Tong doesn't know what kind of martial arts skills I can learn?" Qin Lang's eyes lit up.

  "What's the hurry? When it's time to teach you, I'll naturally teach you. You're just a mere mortal with physical strength, and even in the Heavenly Army, you're at the bottom of the barrel. You must quickly improve your strength, or else, I'm afraid you won't be able to convince anyone." Mo Yan didn't care about saving face at all, and instead, she scornfully looked down on Qin Cang with disdain.

  "Hum, I am their captain, dare anyone in the heavenly army disobey orders?" Qin Guang shouted.

  "Disobedience is not an option, but if you were in my shoes and your superior was weaker than you, how would you feel? Wouldn't you feel resentful? Would your superior still have any authority in your eyes? Could you still fully obey their orders?"

  Mo Yan's words left Qin Huan speechless. However, Qin Huan was not one to easily admit defeat and immediately said with a fierce tone: "Not convinced? No problem. Give me a month's time, anyone who is not convinced can come challenge me. If they win against me, I'll let them be the squad leader. At worst, I'll just be a low-ranking soldier."

  Mo Yan was stunned, she didn't expect Qin Huan to say such a thing. She thought that Qin Huan, a person who relied on connections and had no real ability, would only use his identity to suppress others when he couldn't convince the crowd, but unexpectedly, Qin Huan directly proposed a deadline of one month. This was somewhat impressive to Mo Yan.

  However, this did not change Mo Yan's view of Qin Lang. She thought that this was just Qin Lang's momentary boastfulness. She said with a smile: "Alright, say that in front of your team. A month later, I hope you can keep your position as captain."

  "Don't worry, Commander Mo, I won't let you down." Qin Lang immediately made his stance clear, he wanted to let Mo Yan know that he wasn't someone who relied on connections to get by, he would win everything with his own strength.

  "I didn't say I had any expectations of you." Mo Yan poured a basin of cold water over Qin Guang's head.

  The following week, Qin Lang did not participate in the team's training and instead followed Mo Yan every day to fill in his own gaps. Although Qin Lang was sometimes not serious, his learning ability was exceptional. Some military laws and regulations, Qin Lang only needed to browse through once to recite them fluently. Some theoretical military knowledge, Mo Yan only needed to explain to Qin Lang once, and he could speak about it clearly and accurately. Qin Lang's performance indeed made Mo Yan look at him in a new light, and she almost doubted her initial judgment. At least in terms of learning ability, Qin Lang was not as useless as she thought.

  In just one day, Qin Lang had already learned all the theoretical knowledge that needed to be studied. The only thing lacking was applying this theoretical knowledge in actual practice. After all, in real military battles, just talking about it on paper is far from enough.

  Next, Mo Yan was about to start training Qin Huan in some military martial arts. Mo Yan originally wanted Qin Huan to choose a type of weapon as his own, but Qin Huan didn't know which one to choose. Actually, the long spear behind Mo Yan's back was quite liked by Qin Huan, but the only martial art he knew was boxing, and holding a long spear would be inconvenient, so the matter of choosing a weapon could only be temporarily put aside.

  Finally, Mo Yan prepared to teach Qin Huan some basic martial arts in the army.

  "The Mighty Ox Strength is the most common martial art in the military, practicing it can improve a warrior's physical strength and make them more resilient. This should suit you well." Mo Yan handed over a book with "Mighty Ox Strength" written on the cover.

  Qin Lang took it over, holding it in his hand, and instantly, that familiar golden light burst out from his dantian again, forming a few lines of glittering golden text in his mind.

  "Wild Bull Strength"

  Martial arts category: Body Tempering Martial Arts

  Martial Arts Level: High-Ranked Yellow Grade

  "Barbaric Cow? This name is too unpleasant, let's change it." Qin Lang shook his head, apparently thinking that the "Barbaric Cow Fist" was too low-level. The "Human Emperor Fist" he practiced was merely a incomplete version of a high-ranking yellow-grade martial art.

  "Pojun Sword is one of the basic martial arts in the military, emphasizing a single breath, opening and closing, during a charge..." Mo Yan handed over another book on martial arts.

  "The sword technique doesn't quite suit me." Qin Lang shook his head after taking it over.

  "I don't even have a gun, this shooting technique is definitely not suitable for me." Qin Lang's head shook like a rattle drum.

  "What's wrong with you, being so picky? What kind of skill do you want to learn?" Mo Yan threw the book and said angrily. She really couldn't stand Qin Ceng, who had limited skills but was still choosy about this and that. If it weren't for the repeated requests from the Lord of Gu Yun, she wouldn't have bothered with him at all.

  "Ah, Commander Mo, don't be angry. These martial arts really aren't suitable for me to cultivate. If I were to cultivate these unsuitable martial arts, I wouldn't be able to perform well in battle either, and it would drag down my team." Qin Lang said with a apologetic smile, actually he was also a bit embarrassed.

  "Huh!!" Mo Yan took a deep breath and said: "Then what do you want?"

  "Is there a martial art called 'Divine Fist'?" Qin Lang thought of the leader who protected him in the Tianyi Mountains, shouting out his technique.

  "Divine Fist"? What Divine Fist?

  "Hmm, I saw a commander with the surname He before." Qin Lang recalled.

  "What commander? Oh, you're referring to the Heavenly Army Commander of Gucheng City?"

  "What is the leader of Gucheng? Alas, I don't know either. I just remember something 'Divine Fist, Moving Mountains and Rivers'" Qin Chuan said while gesturing.

  "Oh, you're talking about 'Mountain God Fist'? How come you want to learn that?" Mo Yan looked at Qin Cang with a playful smile.

  "Uh..." Looking at Mo Yan's smile, Qin Huan had a bad premonition, but thinking of the incredible power of that divine fist, he still steeled himself and said: "That's right, I'll learn that one."