"What are you thinking about, child!" Jiang Si was taken aback, reached out to touch Wei Chi's forehead, and then looked at the sun: "You don't have a fever, and it's not dark yet, so why are you talking nonsense and daydreaming?"

"Are you stupid? Are you stupid?" Wei Chi jumped up and down, cursing Jiang Si: "The Marshal and his hunting legion subordinates appearing here is definitely the biggest bug in this military training. No freshman would have thought that the dignified marshal of the empire would participate in a freshman military training."

"If we can hit the Marshal with a single blank shot, it will definitely be recorded in the history of freshman military training and become famous throughout the empire."

Taking down the Imperial Marshal, just thinking about it is so exciting.

Wei Chi regretted not practicing his marksmanship more accurately when he was training his physical fitness; otherwise, he would be in the fight now.

He really dares to think big.

They didn't give me a blanket.

There is no bed.

"Standing here in broad daylight, daydreaming," Jiang Si thought to herself, then clenched her fists, raised her thumb, and pointed behind her. "What you said makes sense. I never expected to run into the Marshal and his subordinates during this military training."

As expected, concern leads to confusion.

She thought that her cheap husband shouldn't be bullied by a snake.

I completely forgot to wonder why my cheap husband was here.

Having just revealed her true identity, I was on tenterhooks and didn't even think to ask why my cheap husband wasn't on Korstar.

Wei Chi, acting like a close buddy, hooked his arm around Jiang Si's neck and whispered like a thief, "Think about it, the joint military training of the five major military academies, 200,000 new students, 300,000 senior students, plus 10,000 instructors."

"310,000 against 200,000, what are they trying to do? They clearly want to wipe us out completely."

“I’ll wipe you all out. I’m a second-year student.” Jiang Si corrected him, “I’m just here to make up the numbers.”

Wei Chi chuckled wickedly and reminded him, "You're just there to make up the numbers, so your overall score won't count. The senior students and instructors won't hold back when they see you; they'll take care of you too."

"Yes, yes, you're right." Jiang Si followed his words and said, "If I go and kill the marshal, there are so many people around him. If I kill him, we will both die. Why don't we infiltrate the enemy first and ask them what they're up to?"

Upon hearing how unreliable this was, Wei Chi disagreed and expressed his disdain: "You're not stupid, you're brainless. Just go ask them directly, and they'll probably shoot you dead."

wrong.

Jiang Si pulled away Wei Chi's hand that was around her neck and looked at the lakeside, where Agares was talking to his subordinates.

She thought of the mutated beast's blood.

And that beastly roar.

It seems that Agareth and his subordinates are not the problem in this military training.

They had no epaulets or nameplates.

They must be the ones hunting the mutated beasts.

"How about we use food to infiltrate the enemy's ranks? What do you think?" Jiang Si looked at the Ming Snake that was hanging in mid-air. It was a huge lump of meat, a hundred meters long, and it would be a shame not to try it.

Upon hearing that there was food, Wei Chi smacked his lips, feeling his mouth water. His tone shifted, and his firm stance against killing the marshal began to waver.

He found his silly Jiang Si pleasing to the eye no matter what, and was even less likely to disobey her: "Okay, let's infiltrate the enemy first, see what their purpose is, and then take down the marshal."

“As the saying goes, a soldier who doesn’t want to be a marshal is not a good soldier. It’s right that you have lofty and grand goals.” Jiang Si patted his shoulder and said earnestly, “But first, I’d like to ask you to go to the woods and find some more dry branches. We’ll roast snake meat and start to corrode the enemy from the inside out. Once they’re full, they’ll be fat when we kill them.”

Wei Chi's eyes lit up: "Miss Jiang is right, I'll go pick up some branches right now."

Silly and foolish.

Jiang Si watched him return to the forest, then swooped down from her original spot, her black hair flying as she ran, and asked in a loud voice, "Seniors, would you like some roasted meat?"

A ruthless guy who can kill a hundred-meter-long snake, calls them seniors?

The deputy commanders and captains of the Hunter Legion shuddered.

Is this vicious creature planning to feed them and then slaughter them?

Agares held a Tang sword in his hand, his gaze fixed on Jiang Si, a girl whose face was painted with camouflage paint. Even though she possessed the plant-based healing mental power that others envied most, she was still a child at heart.

"Aren't you going to eat?" Jiang Si asked again when she didn't get an answer. "I won't prepare anything for you. You guys play first."

Instead of going to them, he went to where the serpent's wing had fallen. Before he could even squat down, a Tang sword appeared in front of him.

Jiang Si looked in the direction of the Tang sword and saw her prince, expressionless with dark, unfathomable eyes, staring at her and saying, "This sword has already been given to you, so it's yours now."

Jiang Sizhong pushed the knife back: "No need, Your Highness. Your knife is too conspicuous. If I use it once and others see it, they will definitely speculate. I don't want to become the target of everyone's attention and lose my hidden identity."

"So, just to be safe and not too conspicuous, here's your knife back."

Agares' dark eyes flashed, and he withdrew his hand. "If that's the case, I won't force Miss A-Jiang. I'll find you another one later. I can't let you suffer a loss after giving me so many plants."

"It's nothing." Jiang Si winked at him playfully: "I'm practically a partner with His Highness now, so it's only right that I give you a few plants. Have you calmed down the restlessness in your mental energy from those fruits you ate?"

Agares nodded politely and said, "It worked very well, thank you!"

"That's good." Jiang Si said, squatting down and taking out a skinning knife from her spatial button. She placed her hand on the wings of the Ming Snake without raising her head and said, "Your Highness, please stay away so you don't get splattered with blood."

Agares frowned slightly, but did not retreat. He saw his subordinate's wife holding a skinning knife that was stuck at the root of the severed wing of the serpent.

With a ferocious yet skillful upward flick, a hissing sound ripped a bloody gash across the serpent's wing.