The battle ended in the time it took to stick up an incense stick. After all, it was 2,500 people against 300 people, and it was an ambush, so the outcome was no doubt.

Bai Yulian has already arrived here and torches have been lit.

The recruits looked at the broken corpses and the dark blood that had not yet coagulated on the ground, and only then did they feel scared. Some of them squatted on the ground and vomited, while others trembled all over and closed their eyes.

The doctor brought by Bai Yulian was treating the wounded. Twelve people on their side died, eighteen were seriously injured, and thirty were slightly injured.

His face was calm as water as he said to one of the doctors, "Take the injured back to the camp for treatment. The rest of you, wait, line up!"

Following Bai Yulian's order, Chen Po stood at the front, and the remaining two thousand or so soldiers stood in the queue in a rustling manner.

Fu Xiaoguan had already jumped down from the tree, Su Rou was still sitting on the tree embroidering flowers, and Su Mo was not there, he had gone to chase Song Dabao.

"My suggestion is to bury the dead together on the hillside of Daishan Mountain, erect a stone tablet with the words 'Heroic Soul Platform' inscribed on it for the living to pay their respects. The seriously injured are obviously unable to complete further training, so we should provide them with severance pay and let them work in the Xishan workshop."

Bai Yulian nodded, and after a moment's silence, she said, "The casualty ratio is still quite high. This battle will probably leave a psychological shadow on some people. I'll try to persuade them first. If that doesn't work, I'll have to retreat to Xishan and let them earn a living in the workshop."

"This was their first time seeing blood, and all the dead were new recruits. One reason was a lack of experience, another was a lack of battle mentality. The five-man team wasn't very coordinated, and another was a lack of cold-bloodedness."

These guys actually roared in the end. Although the roar sounded quite imposing, it was too stupid in Fu Xiaoguan's opinion. The calmer the killing was, the better the effect would be. What he hoped was that even if they killed every last soldier, they would not make such a roar - they were future special forces, not small infantrymen who would fight a battle of 100,000 people. They should kill people calmly, calmly and composedly, just like chopping melons and vegetables. Chopping melons and vegetables does not require roaring, just chopping and cutting.

"Well, subsequent training will make adjustments to address these issues."

"Don't rush for success. This battle has at least taught them the dangers of the battlefield. That's enough. Later... they'll go through more trials, and only those who remain will be the elite."

Fu Xiaoguan looked up at Liu Sanbian, who was still struggling on the tree, and said to Su Rou, "Put him down. I'll ask him."

With a bang, Liu Sanbian fell to the ground.

Fu Xiaoguan squatted beside Liu Sanbian, picked up a knife and cut the silk thread on his face, and asked, "What's your name?"

Liu San took a deep breath and asked, "Are you Fu Xiaoguan?"

"Yeah, isn't he handsome? What's your name? I'm asking you."

"I am Liu Sanbian, an aide to Marshal Gong, the chief of staff. Please release me immediately. I will also ask Marshal Gong to spare your life."

Bang...!

With a loud slap, Liu Sanbian's head shook and a mouthful of blood spurted out. He turned his head and glared at Fu Xiaoguan, who was smiling.

"What the hell is Marshal Gong? I've never heard of him. It's impossible for me to let you go. If you answer my questions honestly, I can give you a quick death."

"Don't even think about it, you thief!"

Bang...!

Another slap.

Liu Sanbian was slapped so hard that his eyes were dizzy. It seemed that this kid would not fall for it. A wise man would not suffer a loss in front of him. If he asked me, I would confess first and wait for the Poison-Repelling King Huang Silang to come and rescue me.

But Fu Xiaoguan did not ask. He slowly cut the silk thread on Liu Sanbian's body, then grabbed one of his hands and pressed it to the ground.

"W-what are you going to do?"

Fu Xiaoguan took out a dagger and gestured with that hand.

“Don’t, don’t, ask me, I’ll tell you everything you ask, ah…!”

With a scream, Fu Xiaoguan cut off the thumb of his left hand, but he still didn't ask.

"ah……!"

He cut off Liu Sanbian's ring finger again, but still did not ask.

"ah……!"

Liu Sanbian was drenched in cold sweat, his eyes full of fear, and something yellow and white was running down his legs.

Fu Xiaoguan frowned, grabbed Liu Sanbian's hair and dragged him away. When they reached a clean place, he muttered to himself, "I'm a very clean person. Even killing people needs to be done cleanly. That way I'll feel happier."

Su Rou tilted her head and opened her narrow eyes to look at Fu Xiaoguan. This guy is usually very gentle, but she didn't expect him to be so cruel and ruthless. It's quite interesting.

More than 2,000 soldiers witnessed what their young master did with their own eyes, and they were all amazed. Many of them even forgot the fear of the battle just now.

It turns out that the young master is so powerful!

So this is what the young master meant by calmness and composure.

So, those who originally wanted to back out gave up the idea. Their lives were given by the young master, and they were personally selected by the young master from more than 30,000 Xishan people.

The young master said that only those who remain after the elimination are the true elite soldiers. If I leave now, wouldn't I be embarrassing the young master? Wouldn't I be a despised deserter? If I return to Xishan, how can I face the eyes of over 30,000 Xishan people?

The five hundred veterans Bai Yulian brought back were also deeply shocked. This seemingly frail scholar actually had such a cruel side! Especially when he cut off that finger, it was as casual as cutting vegetables. Could this man... have killed many people?

Fu Xiaoguan continued to cut Liu Sanbian's fingers. Liu Sanbian wanted to die. What kind of person is this! This is clearly an evil ghost!

"I'm telling you, I'm telling you, please let me tell you!"

"Oh, you're going to tell me? Then go ahead."

Fu Xiaoguan wiped the bloody dagger on Liu Sanbian's clothes, and Liu Sanbian's lips were trembling.

"Yes, yes, it was the barbarian prince Tuoba Qiu who asked my commander-in-chief to send someone to attack you. I, I, I am here to give advice to Song Dabao and Huang Silang."

Fu Xiaoguan frowned. His prediction was wrong, but who the hell was this Tuoba Qiu? When did I provoke a barbarian?

He thought for a moment and asked, "I have no grudge against Tuoba Qiu, why would he kill me?"

"No, no, I heard that the barbarians are building a palace on a large scale. It is said that this idea was proposed by you."

Oh... Fu Xiaoguan suddenly realized what was going on. It was just a casual remark made in the Golden Palace, but it actually brought about the disaster today. It was impossible to guard against it.

"Who are Song Dabao and Huang Silang?"

"The two great Vajras under the command of Gong Shenzhang, Song Dabao is the Great God Vajra, and Huang Silang is the Poison-Repelling Vajra."

"Where is Huang Silang now? How many people did he bring with him?"

"According to the plan, Huang Silang will arrive at the lower village in two days, bringing more than 500 people with him."

Fu Xiaoguan picked up a knife, raised his eyebrows, and slammed it down.

"ah……!"

Bang...!

"ah……!"

Fu Xiaoguan dropped the knife, and Liu Sanbian rolled madly on the ground, screaming heartbreakingly: "Fu Xiaoguan...you devil!"

All the joints of his limbs were broken by Fu Xiaoguan. The excruciating pain almost made him faint, but he just couldn't.

Fu Xiaoguan came to the front of the formation, his face calm and his voice calm.

"Remember, killing is an art. When you master this art, you will become the real soldier I need!"