Zhao Xizhe frowned but ignored him. "Let them make a fuss. It's always the same thing."
The soldier looked at Zhao Xizhe hesitantly, as if he wanted to say something but couldn't.
"Spit it out if you have something to say."
The soldier hesitated and said, "Then I'll let them go?" Seeing Zhao Xizhe nod, he said, "The ones they're targeting this time are the guys you just appointed as cooks. Judging from their appearance, they're not weak. When I arrived, they had already beaten more than a dozen of them to the ground, and only three of them made a move."
"Them? Gray-level soldiers?"
"Yes, it's them. This time it seems to be an exception. They're not like the gray-level soldiers we've seen before."
Zhao Xizhe hesitated for a moment, but still followed the soldier back to the square. When they arrived, he did not go over immediately, but stood at a distance with the soldier. When he saw that the few blue-level soldiers were about to make a move, he suddenly spoke up.
"Given that you have seriously affected the rest of other soldiers, everyone will have one point deducted from their military merit."
Upon hearing Zhao Xizhe's words, the square fell into a deathly silence, followed by an even louder uproar, "Why?! We didn't even participate, why are we being penalized for losing our military merits?!"
"He just got in, hasn't earned a single merit, and they're already deducting points?"
"If you're going to deduct anything, deduct it from theirs. Why should we deduct our military merits?"
Faced with the clamor and questioning of the crowd, Zhao Xizhe's expression remained unchanged. "You all belong to the same team. If one person makes a mistake, everyone will be punished. If it happens again, the penalty will be reduced by five military merits."
After saying this, Zhao Xizhe left the square again, but this time his brows furrowed deeply. "Why are those gray-level soldiers so strong?"
The soldier said helplessly, "Because they couldn't even withstand the aftereffects of the teleportation array, according to the rules, they can only be gray-level soldiers."
Zhao Xizhe cursed under his breath. He couldn't go back now and revoke Mo Shuwan's status as a cook; that would be a slap in his own face. He could only continue to make the best of a bad situation.
Before he could even return to his tent, two men who had been waiting for him approached him. One of them chuckled and said, "How's it going on your end? I've been assigned fifty-three blue-level soldiers this time. If they can keep improving, they might have a chance to go to the front lines in the future."
Damn it, I only have eight!
"Tsk tsk, you're really good there. I'm just so-so. I only got eighty-one blue-level soldiers and only one cyan-level soldier."
After saying this, Zhao Xizhe and the man who had just been showing off both turned pale. Their envy and jealousy were practically written all over their faces. Whether or not soldiers in their ranks could go to the front lines would directly affect their military achievements.
Xiao Jin looked at Zhao Xizhe with a forced smile, "What, you still won't reveal your true colors?"
Because of Wei Xin's boasting earlier, he was now unsure of the strength of the new recruits Zhao Xizhe had taken in, so he could only be more cautious to avoid being scrutinized later.
The soldier standing next to Zhao Xizhe turned his head to look at Zhao Xizhe, and then quickly lowered his head. He couldn't bear to look at Captain Zhao's expression.
After a long silence, Zhao Xizhe gritted his teeth and said, "Eight."
Xiao Jin and Wei Xin's first reaction was joy, but they quickly calmed down and asked warily, "Eight what?"
Zhao Xizhe's breathing became rapid. Looking at the two men staring at him warily, he trembled with anger. "Blue-level!"
After shouting those words, he angrily pushed aside the two stunned guys in front of him and quickly walked towards his tent. Hearing the loud laughter behind him, he almost wanted to turn around and beat the two gloating guys up, but after comparing himself to them, he felt ashamed and quickly sped up.
At the same time, I felt very wronged. Everyone else had dozens of soldiers, but I only had single digits. And I even had a few gray-level soldiers. Although they were not weak, gray-level was still gray-level. It was embarrassing to even mention it.
Unaware that their superior had lost face, the new recruits in the square were trembling with anger over having their military merits deducted. They could now see their merits directly on their identification tags, and it was clear that the number was negative.
Of course, there are exceptions.
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