Inside Ju Mang Base.

Hearing Lin Ziming's question, Director Feng smiled and said:

"Colonel Lin, you don't have to worry too much about this.

According to the command center's arrangements,

we started this year's outdoor training a week in advance and simultaneously broke up the troop formations, meaning mixing and matching units from different troops.

After all, training is about practicing various combat modes, not as formal as exercises.

After disrupting all formations, we began gradually selecting warriors to come for cultivation.

For troops where the selection was relatively concentrated, even squads were separated.

With tens of thousands of people training outdoors publicly, and formations being intermingled and disrupted, it's quite normal that after a few months you wouldn't meet a single familiar face.

Plus, with communication devices prohibited during training, by the time training concludes, it coincides with the March recruitment; once the new recruits enlist, it becomes even more straightforward.

So you don't need to worry about confidentiality; both inside and outside are very secure."

After hearing Director Feng's explanation, Lin Ziming was somewhat reassured and nodded.

While Lin Ziming and the others were discussing personnel allocation, Wei Fan remained silent.

As the others talked, he listened quietly, while curiously observing this cultivation base inside the mountain.

Hollowing out a mountain, such a massive project is rare in the Damo Realm.

After all, the manpower costs and the benefits upon completion are disproportionate; high-level cultivators would rather level a mountain than expend effort to hollow it out.

This could be considered one of the advantages of industrialization, as since arriving on the mainland, Wei Fan has indeed gained substantial insights into infrastructure.

The interior of the base appeared rich with technology; the corridors the group walked through were no less than ten meters wide, with floors, walls, and ceilings all made of silver metal.

As they walked in the corridor, the crisp sound of footsteps could be heard clearly.

Meanwhile, Director Feng continued introducing other aspects:

"All warriors within Ju Mang Base have signed agreements; they will undergo no less than two years of fully enclosed cultivation inside the base—of course, they don't yet know anything about the cultivation; they only know they're to execute a long-term mission.

The warriors must carry out nine hours of routine cultivation daily, and in their remaining time, they can either meditate in their private quarters or relax by playing games through the internal network or by going to the sports field.

If they wish to catch up on recent events, they can watch the news, but they can only browse and not comment.

Additionally, each warrior is allowed thirty minutes of phone time weekly, with those who have girlfriends eligible to apply for an extra ten minutes.

All communications follow the same model as Fire Camp members and occur through our dedicated channels, with each conversation recorded and backed up in real-time.

The discipline is indeed strict, but it is a necessary measure.

The warriors were prepared in advance, having been informed of the relevant matters before signing."

The group continued conversing as they moved along, with Ou Shaoping occasionally discussing matters concerning the transportation of supplies within the base, effectively providing an overview of Ju Mang Base.

After about ten minutes, they arrived outside an alloy door.

Director Feng pointed at the door and said:

"Colonel Lin, Clan Leader Wei, this is our primary public cultivation area; the warriors are already in position inside."

Upon hearing this, Lin Ziming glanced at Wei Fan and asked:

"Clan Leader Wei, are you ready?"

Although he had known on the way there that he was to become the 'instructor' for over twenty thousand warriors, Wei Fan still felt a bit nervous when the moment actually arrived.

However, fortunately for him, cultivators at the Qi Cultivation Ninth Layer had far better control over their bodies than ordinary people, so after a few breaths, Wei Fan managed to calm himself, nodding as he said:

"Colonel Lin, I'm ready, no problem."

Lin Ziming patted his shoulder and then said to Director Feng and Ou Shaoping:

"Director Feng, Manager Ou, in that case, let's head in now."

Director Feng nodded and, along with Ou Shaoping, stepped forward and underwent fingerprint and iris recognition on the alloy door.

A moment later,

the alloy door slowly opened.

And just as the door opened, with a swish,

more than twenty thousand gazes nearly simultaneously fixed on the entrance.

Grim, fierce.

This was Wei Fan's first impression.

Is this what the local soldiers are like, just like the ancestors of yore?

Then Director Feng took the lead, guiding the group into the public cultivation area.

This cultivation area was approximately the size of five or six soccer fields, where over twenty-four thousand warriors were organized into more than sixty phalanxes in a 20x20 configuration.

These phalanxes uniformly faced the left side of the cultivation area entrance, where a temporary stage had been set up.

When Director Feng and the others reached the stage, a girl with short hair quickly stepped forward, handing a microphone to Director Feng:

"Director Feng, the audio is fully tuned, and you can begin speaking by pressing this button."

Director Feng politely thanked her, then walked to the center of the stage, looking down.

The saying goes:

"When a thousand people gather, diversity abounds; when ten thousand gather, it's endless."

Standing before over twenty thousand warriors, even Director Feng felt somewhat awed.

However, being a seasoned member of the old system who had witnessed significant events, Director Feng adjusted his mindset even faster than Wei Fan, taking a deep breath before slowly saying:

"Comrades, hello, everyone.

Allow me to introduce myself; my name is Feng Xiaochen, from the National Major Technical Equipment Office; you can just call me Director Feng."

Applause —

The audience quickly erupted into applause.

Director Feng quietly waited for the applause to subside before continuing:

"Everyone should have received a transfer order over the past few days, moving you from your original combat module to Ju Mang Base.

Before coming, you all signed relevant regulations and are aware this is a major long-term secret mission, potentially lasting several years.

But none of you knows the specific task content yet, so you are likely somewhat curious.

Today, gathering everyone here serves two purposes: first, to introduce the main management personnel of the base, and second, to inform everyone of the mission's details.

However, before that, allow me to ask everyone a question:

Do you think there are extraordinary powers in this world?

Not the metaphysics of Xiao Jingteng and Wang Feng, but extraordinary powers that allow one to fly and traverse through space.

You can first discuss with your comrades and friends around you, and don't have to be too reserved."

As soon as Director Feng finished speaking, a low, dense murmur of discussion erupted from the audience.

After about a minute, Director Feng felt the time was right.

He pressed his hands down slightly and said:

"Alright, now, please raise your hand if you believe there are extraordinary powers in the world."

In the venue of over twenty thousand people, not one person raised their hand.

"Please raise your hand if you think there are no extraordinary powers."

Swish—

This time, nearly all the warriors raised their hands.

Director Feng nodded and continued:

"It seems everyone believes there are no extraordinary powers in the world, which is likely the view held by the vast majority of ordinary people.

But today, I want to tell you all something:

Extraordinary powers do exist in this world, and we have grasped and can apply them relatively widely and commonly within the military."

Upon hearing this, there was first a brief silence in the hall, which was then followed by an even more intense buzz of discussion than before.

Some warriors blinked, looking confused.

Some dug at their ears, thinking they'd misheard.

Even some senior officers of previously higher rank who had demonstrated good potential in recent tests simply furrowed their brows.

If not for the special occasion, they might have directly rebuked Director Feng for speaking nonsense.

The situation in the venue was within Director Feng's expectations—or rather, the core team's projections.

Director Feng smiled gently and said to Wei Fan:

"Clan Leader Wei, if you would."

Wei Fan nodded, striding to the forefront of the stage.

Then...

From his spatial bag, he pulled out a Gatling.

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