After this great battle, the soldiers at Outpost One were filled with anger and grief. They had witnessed the deaths of their comrades, and the hatred in their hearts burned even more fiercely like a raging fire.

On the training field, their eyes revealed determination and resolve. Every punch, every run, was filled with hatred for the enemy.

They silently told themselves that they must become stronger and avenge their fallen comrades.

The more than ninety people who died or were seriously wounded and forced to retreat from the battlefield became an eternal pain in their hearts.

They often thought of those familiar faces at night, and of the days when they fought side by side. This longing and pain became their driving force.

In battle, they no longer feared death. They held only one belief in their hearts: to defeat the enemy and avenge their comrades.

Every charge, every shout, was an outpouring of their inner anger.

During this period, the soldiers at Outpost No. 1 have improved their strength rapidly. This is not only because of their hard training, but also because of their firm belief and deep remembrance of their comrades.

They knew that only by becoming stronger could they protect more people in future battles and allow their fallen comrades to rest in peace.

“Junior brother, you have seven or eight days left before you have to go back to school. We don’t expect any werewolves to attack during these few days, so all the soldiers in the company, including myself, will be under your command for training,” Si Yuniang said to Chen Feng.

"Senior sister, I will do my best." Chen Feng said solemnly. Through this battle, he had matured a lot and was no longer the ignorant young man he used to be.

In the days that followed, Chen Feng devoted himself wholeheartedly to providing meticulous guidance to everyone in their cultivation.

Whether it's the stance training that requires standing as steady as Mount Tai, or the sword energy storm training that's as fierce as a sudden storm, everyone is fully focused and gives it their all.

Time flies, and day after day, everyone's strength grows like bamboo shoots breaking through the soil in spring, steadily increasing.

Every day, they can truly feel their own growth and progress, and this sense of accomplishment is intoxicating and irresistible.

To everyone's delight, even sixth-rank martial artists like Si Yuniang and Fang Zhongda actively participated in this arduous training.

They set an example for the other soldiers, becoming role models for them to emulate. Seeing the two outstanding individuals working so hard, the other soldiers dared not slack off in the slightest and became even more focused and dedicated.

For Si Yuniang and Fang Zhongda themselves, this training was also very beneficial.

They deeply felt that their strength was gradually increasing, especially Fang Zhongda, who, despite losing his left arm in the brutal war, did not weaken his strength in the slightest.

On the contrary, after experiencing the baptism of war, he was like a phoenix rising from the ashes, successfully breaking through to the late stage of the sixth rank, which can be described as reaching a higher level.

At this moment, he exuded an even more composed and dignified aura, like an indestructible mountain, inspiring awe in all who beheld him.

Before we knew it, it was December 31st. The new students would be leaving tomorrow, so after training in the afternoon, Si Yuniang ordered that we hold a farewell party for the new students tonight and have a collective celebration for the whole camp. She ordered the canteen to prepare a sumptuous dinner and allowed everyone to have some wine.

After these days of training, more than twenty new seventh-rank martial artists have been added to Outpost No. 1, bringing the total number of seventh-rank martial artists to over one hundred, a unique number among all the forward outposts.

Meanwhile, thirty-eight people have reached the perfect level of D-grade Sword Qi Storm, and more than three hundred and fifty people have reached the advanced level. As long as they practice diligently in the future, all of them will continue to improve. It is estimated that at least three hundred people will be able to meet the requirements for learning C-grade Sword Qi Storm.

That thrilling battle has finally come to an end, and the gloom and shadow it cast have gradually dissipated.

People's mood brightened as if the clouds had parted and the sun was shining again, and their faces were filled with long-lost smiles.

As night fell, the grand celebration began, and everyone was immersed in a joyful atmosphere.

As one of the key figures in this battle, Chen Feng naturally became the focus of everyone's attention.

He drank heartily, downing glass after glass of wine, and before he knew it, he was completely drunk.

Finally, he was helped back to his room and fell asleep immediately.

Meanwhile, Si Yuniang, who was also slightly tipsy, did not stop there.

Carrying two bottles of fine wine, she staggered to Chen Feng's door.

After gently pushing open the door, she went straight to the bedside, placed the wine bottle in her hand on the table, and then sat on the edge of the bed.

Time passed quietly, and when the first rays of sunlight shone into the room the next morning, Chen Feng slowly woke up.

He rubbed his still throbbing head, trying to recall everything that had happened last night.

However, the hangover headache made his thinking sluggish, and he could only barely piece together some vague fragments of memory.

Suddenly, Chen Feng noticed something strange—he was completely naked!

This astonishing discovery instantly banished his sleepiness, and images began to flash rapidly through his mind.

Those fragmented, hazy scenes seemed to be telling him: last night there seemed to have been an incredibly wonderful experience...

However, due to the effects of alcohol, he was unable to clearly recall all the details.

At this moment, Chen Feng was filled with doubt and anticipation. What exactly happened last night? Would this mysterious memory become a major turning point in his life?

"Junior brother, we're all drunk, so no one needs to take responsibility for anyone else." These were the words Si Yuniang whispered in his ear as she hurriedly left, but he remembered that when he reached out to grab her, he only grasped a soft mass.

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