I Slaughtered Through the Dungeon Worlds with My Cheats
Chapter 490 - 247: The Ancient Era of the Mysterious World?

"...Mu Rufeng's footsteps suddenly halted.

He thought it was something else, only to realize it was time to get up and relieve himself.

Mu Rufeng thought for a moment, then lifted his feet and walked towards the outside of the tent.

He was already up, naturally, he wouldn't go back to sleep.

This was also a good opportunity to check out the situation outside.

When Mu Rufeng stepped out, the sky outside was already slightly bright, clearly, dawn was about to break.

The soldier who had been relieving himself shook his body, glanced at Mu Rufeng without paying him any mind, and walked straight back into the tent to continue sleeping.

Mu Rufeng came to a big tree nearby, began to unbuckle his belt, and observed his surroundings.

There were many tents around him, as far as he could see, clearly, this was a large military camp.

In the distance, there were occasional moving torches; those were the patrol teams.

After Mu Rufeng finished relieving himself, he also headed back to the tent.

With the situation still unknown and not wanting to cause unnecessary trouble, Mu Rufeng didn't wish to wander around.

Upon returning to the tent, Mu Rufeng went back to his hard bed.

Approximately an hour passed by.

The urgent sound of brass gongs began to ring.

Mu Rufeng immediately woke up.

Not just Mu Rufeng, but the surrounding soldiers who were sound asleep also woke up instantly.

Without any hesitation, they grabbed the weapons beside them, jumped off their beds, and quickly exited the tent.

Seeing this, Mu Rufeng immediately followed, blending into the crowd, chasing after the soldiers ahead toward a certain place.

In just two short minutes, they had reached a vast clearing.

And there, they began to form ranks in an orderly fashion. Mu Rufeng didn't know how to position himself, but from his observations, it seemed that everyone did not have a fixed standing spot.

Thus, Mu Rufeng found an arbitrary position and stood based on the people around him.

Mu Rufeng also briefly scanned the number of soldiers gathering; there were at least several thousand, perhaps even ten thousand.

Additionally, Mu Rufeng noticed that these soldiers were all robust, with the shortest among them standing at 1.7 meters.

There were many soldiers taller than Mu Rufeng; by the looks of it, these were elite among elites, the kind who definitely had meat with every meal.

And indeed, some of them might not even be soldiers, but officers at first glance.

You have to know that this was the ancient era where cloth and food were scarce; reaching a height of 1.7 meters was considered quite tall.

More impressively, they had managed to go from their tents to forming ranks in just three minutes, which was almost unbelievable.

What was most important was that, even under the premise of forming ranks, these men seemed not to belong to a single unit.

Mu Rufeng could see that the styles of armor worn by the many soldiers varied considerably.

"Your officer, Han Zhen, is the Great General of the North of Great Xia, and you all are the elites among the elite from various armies. There's no problem calling you a formidable force."

"This time, I have enlisted a full ten thousand elites from all over the country. I'm sure you are curious as to why I would go to such lengths."

The ten thousand elites below were extremely quiet, merely lifting their heads to gaze straight at the General of the North above them.

They were also already aware that the one who had summoned them was the most renowned General of the North of Great Xia.

They were all extremely excited because the General of the North had always been stationed at the frontier.

Now that they were drawn here, it must mean that a battle with foreign tribes was imminent.

And where could soldiers build their careers the quickest if not on the battlefield? These were all elites from their respective factions who faced battle with excitement rather than retreat from fear.

"I can only tell you that this is an extremely arduous task, and many of you may well die."

"Do you fear death?" Han Zhen asked loudly.

Despite not appearing to exert much force, his voice was heard clearly by everyone.

"Not at all!"

Ten thousand voices responded in unison, deafeningly loud, with an immense morale, their faces solidified with excitement and a faint glimmer of anticipation.

"Good, you are truly the fine sons of Great Xia. To perform great services for one's country starts today."

"Starting now, every hundred men will form a squad, for a total of one hundred squads. Compete in duels, and the victors will advance."

"I, the General, will select the most formidable hundred among you. The winners will directly become Hundred Households, commanding a hundred men each."

"The ultimate victor of the tournament will take the position of Colonel, commanding an army of ten thousand."

After Han Zhen's words ended, the once quiet training ground suddenly erupted in commotion.

Obviously, the idea of a tournament shocked them.

Especially the prospect that the ultimate victor of the tournament could immediately take a colonel's position.

The position of a colonel on its own was not the main point; it was commanding an army of ten thousand that was crucial.

Though a colonel was but a sixth-rank military officer in Great Xia, commanding ten thousand troops could be considered as a leap to the heavens.

"Silence!" a loud shout erupted from the mouth of a man behind Han Zhen.

The voice was very loud and piercing, which made people's ears ring slightly painful.

The whole training ground quieted down instantly.

"Referees, enter the arena."

Following these words, troops of soldiers began to enter from outside the training ground.

Soon, these soldiers divided Mu Rufeng and others into a hundred groups.

Once they were divided, the soldiers spaced out enough distance, and then proceeded to draw a ring measuring dozens of meters in front of each group.