The Lord Demon King is Unfathomable!

Chapter 1474 - 425: Pawns Stepping onto the Board

Outside of Thunder City, on a muddy field, the forceful shouts echoed above hundreds of heads, urging these new recruits to run through the mud.

Not just running, they also had to ensure their steps were in perfect harmony. Only by maintaining synchronization could they avoid crashing into each other and falling flat on their stomachs.

These young lads were all newly enlisted recruits, and only about half of them had undergone military training before.

Before heading to Twilight Province to rescue their compatriots, they first had to undergo two weeks of training at the boot camp to become qualified privates and join their own platoon.

The time left for them was very short.

Fortunately, their instructors didn't have high expectations of them.

They just needed to learn how to shoot, reload, and stabilize their formation amidst the hail of bullets, trying not to flee before the enemy scattered in panic, maintaining the front line's stability.

The real task of breaking through the enemy lines lay with the Duchy's cavalry.

They not only received professional training but also possessed transcendent power beyond ordinary people's reach!

Even when facing monsters blessed by Chaos, they still had the strength to fight!

Of course, the Trident Knights wouldn't take the field this time, as the opponents were merely a bunch of peasants.

And untrained ones at that.

"Move faster, you pigs!"

"The enemy won't wait for you to slowly find your formation before opening fire! Before you even figure out directions, their arrows and grass forks will already be poking holes in your butts!"

"Raise your arms! You damn fools, I didn't say over your heads!"

Finally, someone couldn't hold on any longer and stumbled to the ground. Looking at the approaching instructor, the young man's face was filled with fear, mumbling.

"Instructor, I..."

Before he could finish, a strong hand grabbed his neck, lifting him from the mud pit like a chick.

"Shut your mouth! Your mouth only needs to say, 'Yes, sir!'

"I... I..."

"Your answer!"

"Yes, sir!"

"Good! Now get back to your formation, and all of you have to run two more laps today because there's a coward among you!"

The shouts at the boot camp were earth-shaking, and the blood-boiling training continued.

This bit of humiliation was nothing compared to the cruelty they were about to face.

Every veteran knew it was just the appetizer before the main course...

Compared to the nobles exchanging these young lives for land, the trainers were the ones truly thinking for their well-being.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the boot camp, another highly peculiar unit presented a completely different picture.

These soldiers were tall and burly, but all had a somewhat dim-witted demeanor.

During training, they either lacked vitality or marched in the wrong direction.

The thing that left the instructors speechless the most was that no matter how much they were whipped, they always wore a roguish grin, showing no fear at all, eventually exhausting their weary instructors to the point of illness.

One Punch One Whining Monster: "Damn it, why do we still have to go through military training in a game?"

Professional Nuclear Submarine Repairman: "Can't we just skip the training?"

Village Headmaster Wang: "Damn developers, why is it so hard to organize an event, I'm really fed up."

Lumberjack: "Does it really have to be this realistic?!"

One Punch One Whining Monster: "Damn it! For the land, I'll endure it!"

The instructors at the boot camp called them the "Fool's Army" because they were truly foolish, their heads seemed filled with sand, unable to comprehend orders or march in formation, unable to maintain even the basic seriousness.

The instructors in charge of training them were even a bit confused, unsure if they couldn't understand human speech or were deliberately going against the grain.

Yet at the thought that perhaps these individuals didn't wish to be this way, but simply had congenital intelligence limitations, the eyes filled with frustration turned to sympathy.

They could punish unruly troublemakers, but could do nothing about a group of fools who showed no reaction to scolding or beating.

They could kill a few as an example, but burying a hundred... would present a real challenge.

The crucial point was that it wasted so many "resources," reducing morale without gaining anything in return.

Dinner time.

Watching the group of big fools devouring their meals, Head Instructor Krueger couldn't help but curse.

"What were the recruiting officers thinking, bringing in this bunch?"

What's the difference between that and sending them to die?

The veteran in charge of training them scratched his head awkwardly, coughing before speaking.

"Not sure... But to be honest, I don't think they're that bad. Aside from not being able to hold formation and not understanding human speech, they're actually quite adept at certain aspects of combat... For instance, they're fearless in a charge, can throw a half-pound grenade a hundred paces away, even I can't do that."

Krueger scoffed.

"What a joke! Do you think we're on a picnic? Soldiers with no sense of discipline are utterly useless! Once they're on the front lines, they won't last a minute!"

The instructor paused for a moment, then suddenly spoke.

"But... what if we let them carry pots filled with gunpowder and explode in the enemy's ranks?"

Krueger paused, scrutinizing him, furrowing his brows.

"...What do you mean?"

The instructor coughed and said.