Military Tent

Zhao Gao was speechless on seeing this information. Was the system's evaluation always so shrewd?

This time, his level had increased by 1. His Stats points had increased by 1 point. His Talent effect had increased by 0.5 and he had added another 3 points to his Freedom Stats.

Hence, his Essence Stats was 5.5.

Although Zhao Gao only increased his Stats by 4.5 'normal human' points on data, the stats of the human body should not be calculated like this.

Even though Zhao Gao's strength was only that of five-and-a-half normal people, six normal people might not be able to lift the boulder that Zhao Gao could lift.

His stats should not only increase in quantity but also in quality.

For example, Zhao Gao could kill a cow with one punch, but six normal people might be totally exhausted before they could even kill a cow with their fists.

This was Zhao Gao's most intuitive feeling towards his own stats enhancement.

As Zhao Gao had guessed, the Spirit Stats was originally 1 point. After leveling up, it was 2.5. However, as soon as he added the Essence and Magic Stats points, the Spirit Stats increased and reached 3.5 points.

Zhao Gao could clearly feel that after his body and soul had been strengthened. He was passively absorbing the natural energy of heaven and earth.

A small portion of the heaven and earth energy absorbed by the body's cells could nourish and strengthen the body.

The other large portion of energy, on the other hand, began to transform the Spirit, allowing the Spirit Stats to increase rapidly.

Finally, it was the enhancement of the Magic Stats.

Upgrade: 1.5 points. Zhao Gao added another 4 Freedom Stats points to the original 2.5 points. Hence, the total was 6.5 points.

Zhao Gao could clearly feel the power in the enhancement of Magic Stats.

His brain capability, mental calculation, associative ability, imagination, computational ability, and memory were all like rusty machines previously. Now they had all their parts replaced. He could clearly feel his brain capability improve. He had never thought things through so quickly and clearly before.

In addition, Zhao Gao could feel his sixth sense-his intuition-beginning to awaken in his body.

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After reading this, Zhao Gao closed the system's screen and began to think. He would not 'brainlessly' add points in the future.

Previously, he was 'fearless' due to ignorance. He had added a lot of Freedom Stats points at one go, causing him to almost die from pain and grow into a deformed monster.

Based on his own deduction, although every level up was considered an evolution, too hasty an evolution could prove to be dangerous.

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"Look over here!" said Chiliarch Ling suddenly, while clapping his hands. This caused everyone to focus on him.

"It's getting late. Let's start dinner. That's all for today's training."

"After the meal, I will arrange the military tents for you."

"Adjutant, start distributing dinner."

Once again, the soldiers came in with several carriages of food. This time, Chiliarch Ling had Zhao Gao and the others queue up to get food.

By the time Zhao Gao got his dinner, half an hour had passed.

He looked at the large bowl of rice, pork, and some unknown vegetables.

Zhao Gao could not care less. He started to eat his dinner as if the murder at noon did not take place at all.

In fact, Zhao Gao felt that dinner today was exceptionally good. He ate in large mouthfuls as if he was a 'reincarnated hungry ghost'.

Zhao Gao guessed that the good appetite was probably due to his growing body's large consumption of energy, after the increase in stats.

By the time everyone finished dinner, it was already nightfall. Zhao Gao and the others could see torches light up everywhere on the field.

"Everyone, come here one by one and record your Identity Tokens." Chiliarch Ling began to call out to Zhao Gao and the others after dinner.

At the entrance of the field, five desks were brought over. On them were piles of wooden tablets.

Zhao Gao and the others queued up and walked towards the desks.

Looking from afar, Zhao Gao could only see the soldier at the desk holding a ten-centimeter long, three-finger wide wooden tablet in his left hand.

The soldier raised his right index finger and wrote on the wooden tablet while asking for the name of the person in front of him.

The soldier finished writing the name in less than three seconds. He tossed the token to the person in front of him, instructing him.

"Take care of your Identity Token. You are required to carry the token with you at all times in the military camp. Report to Chiliarch Ling if you lose it."

"Take the Token and together with the four of them, go to the military tent."

"Alright, next!"

After giving the instructions, the soldier told the next person to go over, and again asked for his name to create an Identity Token.

After an hour, it was finally Zhao Gao's turn.

"Zhao Gao!" Zhao Gao spoke his name, without waiting for the soldier to ask.

The soldier did not even look up as he wrote on the Token with his finger.

Only now did Zhao Gao realize that this soldier was not someone with extraordinary strength.

Instead, there was a sharp thimble on the soldier's finger. Zhao Gao had initially thought that the soldier could condense astral energy or something!

He had scared himself silly.

"Take it. Next!"

Zhao Gao took the Token and walked behind the soldiers to meet up with the four people who had also received their Identity Tokens.

When Zhao Gao walked over, a Pikeman brought the five of them to a place where they were staying.

As soon as he stepped out of the gate, Zhao Gao saw a different setting.

At this place, military tents that looked like Mongolian yurts were set up in an orderly manner.

There were nine other fields similar to the one Zhao Gao exited from.

In total, there were ten fields. Each field had 1000 people. Just like what the system said, this World Battlefield might really have 10 000 people in it.

Zhao Gao and the others had not walked far before they exited their field. They walked forward in a straight line for about a thousand steps.

The Pikeman brought Zhao Gao and the others into a military tent numbered 3327.

Upon entering the military tent, Zhao Gao realized how bad the furnishing was.

There was a wooden board that was one-meter wide and two-meter long. Four 20-centimeter wooden sticks were inserted under the wooden board. This was their bed board.

On the wooden bed board, there was a thin layer of straw, followed by a piece of washed-out gray cloth.

This was the design of their bed. The blanket was made of straw and could only provide little protection against the cold.

There were five such beds in this military tent.

Right from the beginning, Zhao Gao had thought that the accommodation in the ancient military tent might not be good, but he did not expect it to be this bad.

"Listen, you must not go out of the military tent without cause, at night. Even if you go to the latrine, you must walk not more than ten steps away from the military tent."

"When you go to the latrine, you only need to go behind the military tent."

"Lastly, when it's five o'clock in the morning, you'll have to leave your tent and go for training at the third training ground. That was the field you had just come out from."

The Pikeman warned Zhao Gao and the others, with a straight face.

After saying that, the Pikeman turned around and left.

"Also, don't make a ruckus at night and cause an uprising in the camp. Those who disobey will be executed!" said the Pikeman when he suddenly remembered this matter on his way out. After warning Zhao Gao and the others once more, he left the military tent.