"Name and age?" The gentleman finally stopped the brush in his hand and looked up at me. His eyes were the same as those of the two soldiers. He looked at me from head to toe several times before he continued.

"Duanmu Yang, 17 years old." I answered in a decent manner.

"Where are you from?"

"Well, a foreigner." I paused and replied in a more reserved manner. The brush in my husband's hand moved again and he wrote my name on a brand new piece of white paper, and also wrote my birthplace truthfully.

Next: three words: outsider.

Seeing my husband registering so honestly, I couldn't laugh or cry. Is it really okay to just register so casually?

But this is also convenient for me.

"Are you ready to go in?" the gentleman asked casually.

After everything was written, the teacher placed the brush on the stand and gently tapped the ink on the paper with his fingertips to see if it was dry.

I nodded affirmatively: "I'm ready."

The husband then put a red stamp on the lower right corner of the paper with my information written on it. Then he handed the paper to me: "Take it in and find a person with a blue cherry on his helmet to report.

"

I took the piece of paper and was very puzzled by what the gentleman said. Just when I wanted to ask more carefully, the gentleman pointed to the small wooden door behind me and urged me to go in quickly.

There was no other way, so I walked around my husband honestly, opened the small wooden door, and walked in.

Behind the small wooden door, the scene changed again. All that could be seen were tall and fluffy large tents, and the people walking between them were all dressed as soldiers.

There were even some shirtless people sitting together in groups, drinking and chatting.

"What is this place?" Shouldn't it be a palace? But this doesn't look like it.

Among the people drinking, a young man noticed my presence. He quickly put down the wine jar in his hand and walked over with a few strides.

The young man came closer, and the smell of alcohol hit my nose.

"Well," I subconsciously covered my nose. When the boy saw me like this, he burst into laughter. The laughter attracted the side glances of many people passing by.

"The military camp is not a place for little girls. How did you get in? Get out quickly." The young man glanced at me from beginning to end and raised his eyebrows at me in a frivolous manner.

My face darkened, and the corner of my mouth curled up in a slightly mocking tone: "Open your eyes and take a good look at me, who is the little girl?"

When the young man heard my slightly magnetic low voice, he was stunned. At this time, the people around who stopped to watch the fun began to make fun of the young man.

"Ahem," the young man coughed twice in a low voice to cover up his embarrassment. "I was just joking with you. You are a new recruit today, right? Come on, follow me to report to the military advisor."

As he said that, the young man snatched the paper from my hand, glanced at it twice and said, "Duanmu Yang, let's go."

After finishing speaking, the young man took the paper and walked towards the west of this place. At this moment, I couldn't figure out the current situation, so I could only follow the young man with a confused look on my face.

"Well, I want to go to the palace," I tentatively said to the boy.

"Ha," the young man tilted his head and looked at me: "You still want to go to the palace? Just stay here for a few years."

Well, the corners of my eyes twitched for a while. It’s better not to tell this guy. It’s more reliable to find the way by yourself.

Not long after walking to the west, the young man led me to stop in front of an extra-large tent. The young man asked me to wait at the door for a moment, and then ducked into the tent.

After a few seconds, the boy stretched out his arm from inside and waved at me: "Come in quickly."

I responded and walked in.

"Duanmu Yang, 17 years old. Right?" A gentleman with a horned beard sat in front of the table in the center of the tent. When he saw me coming in, he asked me.

"Yeah," I nodded in agreement.

As soon as the young man saw that we were starting to talk, he consciously said, "That's it, I'll go down first." After that, he quickly left.

The young man retreated, and the gentleman and I were the only two people left in the whole tent. According to the young man, this gentleman was probably the military advisor he mentioned.

The military advisor didn't speak much and spent more time in silence. He just glanced at me for a few seconds and then stopped talking to me. Instead, he was busy writing something on a piece of paper.

I stood there in a daze, not daring to interrupt the military advisor.

After a long time, the military advisor stood up from the desk, still holding a piece of paper with two or three lines of words sparsely written on it.

When I saw his posture, I quickly half-bowed and took the piece of paper very respectfully.

The military advisor seemed very satisfied with my actions and nodded slightly. "Well, can I ask you something?" I said tentatively.

The military advisor who had turned around paused for a moment, and his voice slowly came out: "Well, you tell me."

"I actually want to go." Before I could finish my sentence, a louder voice suddenly overcame my voice and rang out.

"Commander, the general is calling you!" A man dressed as a soldier hurriedly ran in from outside the tent, shouting out of breath.

Looking at his appearance, anyone could guess that something important must have happened.

So immediately, all the military advisor's attention turned to the soldier who made the report.

"Well, I actually want to go to the palace. Could you please help me pass on the message?"

As soon as I saw that the military advisor was about to follow the soldiers out, I quickly grabbed the military advisor's sleeve and finished speaking in one breath.

The military advisor was stunned for a moment, then looked at me doubtfully, nodded slightly, brushed off my palm, and walked out of the tent.

Seeing his perfunctory response, I felt really unsure. But since he agreed, he should be able to help, right? He was just passing on a message.

With this naive idea, I spent three painful days in the military camp. During these three days, it really cost me my life.

I have never participated in military training in junior high school or high school, but I have completed all my military training in these three days.

Get up before dawn every morning, and a large number of people train together, running, wrestling, and spear fighting. The training items are also diverse and non-repetitive.

It wasn't until the moon was high in the evening that we could end the day's training and return to our respective tents to rest.

These three days of training have almost brought me to the point of collapse. I wake up earlier than a chicken every day, go to bed later than a ghost, and feel as tired as a dog.

Oh, no, the dogs are definitely not as tired as me.

When I ushered in the early morning of the fourth day in the military camp, the bottom line in my mind completely collapsed.

When we, the newly recruited soldiers, were training in the morning, the training lieutenant read the general's order - let us pack our luggage quickly and prepare to go to the battlefield.

It turns out that a large-scale battle between the demon clan is about to begin on the border of Longcheng City.
Chapter completed!