After the spiritual energy was restored: Goddess girlfriends came knocking.

(Many people have given feedback that the combat power is incorrect, and I apologize for that. It's because I was lazy and mindlessly used the names of traditional cultivation realms. So, everyone, I'm just giving you a heads-up: don't try to apply this to traditional cultivation novels, or else a Nascent Soul or Divine Transformation cultivator could easily overwhelm an ordinary army. You can compare it to the combat power in a game like Sword Comes.)

Company C, Tent No. 7.

When Jiang Yan lifted the curtain and went inside, the laughter and chatter inside abruptly stopped.

All four pairs of eyes turned to look at it at the same time.

They stared at him for several moments, then simultaneously surrounded him.

"You're one of the human race?"

"I heard you were sent here by His Majesty?"

"What's your name?"

"How old are you? You look younger than me."

Jiang Yan was surrounded by four people, and questions came from all directions.

He felt somewhat helpless, but he also knew in his heart that these demon soldiers fighting on the front lines didn't have that many tricks up their sleeves.

Curiosity is pure curiosity, completely different from the insincere smiles of the demon nobles in the capital.

"Jiang Yan," he said, "Thirteen."

"Thirteen?!" The boar-tusked burly man's booming voice shook the tent flaps. "I thought you just looked young, but you really are young."

"You joined the army at thirteen? Didn't your family stop you?"

"I chose this myself." Jiang Yan placed the bedding on the outermost bunk.

A boy with horns on his head came closer, about to ask something, when suddenly the tent flap was lifted from the outside.

A robust fox-clan youth walked in, bending over.

He wore the same standard leather armor as the other demon soldiers, but the armor was clearly modified, with a narrower waistline and lighter leather shoulder armor.

The four people inside the tent fell silent when they saw him.

The fox-clan youth scanned the tent, his gaze finally settling on Jiang Yan.

He walked over, looked down at the bedding, and then kicked it.

"You, go sleep in the innermost part."

Jiang Yan remained seated on the bedding.

"On what grounds?"

The fox-clan boy was taken aback.

They probably didn't expect the newcomer to talk back.

He chuckled and bent down to grab Jiang Yan's collar.

Jiang Yan had been waiting for this moment.

He took a half step forward, grabbed the outstretched wrist with his left hand, pressed it down, and at the same time, thrust his right knee into the other person's lower abdomen.

The fox-clan boy grunted and bent over. Jiang Yan then slammed his elbow into the back, pressed the boy to the ground with one hand, and stepped on his back with the other.

The entire set of movements was fluid and seamless, taking no more than two breaths from start to finish.

The four people inside the tent gasped simultaneously.

Jiang Yan stepped on the back of the fox-clan boy and looked down at him.

He had personally beaten up those arrogant young masters from powerful families in the capital, and he was familiar with the process. He couldn't help but feel speechless. But these were frontline soldiers, after all. How could they be so easily beaten?

"From now on, you can sleep in the innermost part."

The fox-clan boy lay on the ground, his face flushed red. He struggled a few times, gritting his teeth, but couldn't break free.

The foot that was pressing on his back remained motionless, as hard as an iron stake driven into the ground.

He took a few deep breaths and finally managed to squeeze out a single word through gritted teeth.

"……OK."

Jiang Yan released him, and the fox-clan boy got up, clutching his back and limping back to the innermost bunk. He lifted the blanket and lay down inside.

He kept his head down the whole time, but Jiang Yan noticed that his fox ears were as red as boiled shrimp.

"Wow, that's awesome, bro."

Jiang Yan had just finished spreading out her bedding and sat down when a face peered over from the bunk next to her.

It was that horned boy from earlier.

"My name is Lu Fa." He lowered his voice, his eyes shining in the dim tent. "The one you just hit, his name is Tu Shanye, he's sixteen years old, and he's from a collateral branch of the Tu Shan clan."

Jiang Yan understood.

Tu Shanye, whose surname is also Tu Shan.

Although Tushan is a royal surname, its distant relatives are scattered throughout the Tushan Dynasty. They have blessings, but most of them are not very strong.

Tu Shanye seems to be the latter, otherwise he wouldn't have been thrown to the front line as an ordinary soldier.

"He's always been arrogant, with his nose in the air, and he doesn't like anyone." Lu Fa turned to face Jiang Yan, lowering his voice even further. "He's not exactly a bad person, he's just not very likable, and nobody really pays any attention to him."

"I can tell," Jiang Yan said.

The two chatted for a few more minutes. Lu Fa said that he was seventeen years old this year. His family raised money to arrange his service on the front line, saying that the military pay on the front line was higher than that in the rear. He said that once he saved enough money, he could go back and help his family pay off their debts.

"You're only thirteen years old, why are you here all alone?" Lu Fa asked.

"I came whenever I wanted."

"...Your answer is even more arrogant than your skills." Lu Fa paused for a few seconds, then asked, "Aren't your family worried?"

Jiang Yan unfolded the quilt and spread it out.

"I'm worried, but I'm still pretty good at it."

Lu Fa's lips twitched as he recalled the pitiful sight of Tu Shanye being trampled on the ground.

At thirteen, he crushed the sixteen-year-old Tushan clan member to the ground.

This human kid certainly has the right to say that.

The next day, before dawn, they were awakened by bugle calls.

Hundreds of demon soldiers stood in a dense mass on the training ground.

The Bingzi Battalion stood in four rows, with Jiang Yan standing on the far right of the second row.

Lufa next to me was still yawning, but he stopped after being glared at by the instructor in front of him.

The training content was not difficult for Jiang Yan.

He had already honed his basic qualities such as endurance, strength, and reaction time while practicing swordsmanship.

After several rounds, the demon soldiers beside him were panting heavily, but Jiang Yan's breathing remained steady.

The instructor glanced at him a couple more times.

There is a huge circular arena in the center of the training ground.

There aren't many entertainment options in this border region, so after training each day, there are always people practicing on the stage.

Jiang Yan was pulled over by Lu Fa to watch the excitement.

A wolf soldier was grappling with a tiger on the stage. The dull thud of gauntlets hitting flesh mingled with the whistles from the audience, and dust billowed in the center of the ring.

Wolf Soldier swept his leg and knocked Tiger Clan member to the ground, immediately eliciting cheers and boos from the audience.

The wolf soldiers did not step down immediately after winning.

He walked around, panting heavily, enjoying the attention from the audience, before his gaze swept over Jiang Yan on the outskirts of the crowd.

His eyes lit up.

"Hey! You human recruit!" He beckoned to Jiang Yan, "Come on up and have a go?"

Hundreds of eyes turned to them simultaneously.

Jiang Yan looked at the wolf soldier on the stage who was two heads taller than her.

He knew this fight was inevitable; for a human in the demon army camp, without a few tough battles, the trouble would only continue.

Step onto the ring.

The wolf soldier looked down at him, grinned, and revealed two rows of sharp wolf fangs.

"Don't worry, I'll hold back."

Before he finished speaking, he had already moved.

Its right claw, accompanied by a whooshing sound, lunged at Jiang Yan's left shoulder with incredible speed.

Jiang Yan stepped aside, the wolf's claws brushing against the hem of his clothes.

Seeing that its first attack missed, the wolf soldier reached down with its left claw towards Jiang Yan's waist and abdomen.

Jiang Yan did not dodge anymore.

He parried the furry claw with his left hand, clenched his right fist, and delivered a powerful straight punch to the wolf rider's chest from his waist.

Wolf Soldier grunted and took half a step back. Jiang Yan used the recoil to spin around and sweep his leg towards Wolf Soldier's knee.

To an outsider, the whole process would only take a moment.

There was a moment of silence from the audience, then whistles and shouts erupted simultaneously.

"Is this guy even human?"

"One more! One more!"

Wolf Soldier got up from the ground, clutching his twisted wrist as he glanced at Jiang Yan.

Then he grinned, jumped off the ring, and disappeared into the crowd.

Jiang Yan stood in the center of the arena, looking around.

"Anyone else want to try?" His voice wasn't loud, but it carried far enough. "I haven't warmed up yet."

As soon as he finished speaking, a veteran hyena grinned and used the edge of the ring to flip himself up. "Pretty cocky kid."

In less than twenty breaths, the hyena veteran was thrown out of the enclosure.

Next up was a bull demon, a power type, who exchanged a few punches with Jiang Yan before being kicked off the stage by a side kick.

Then came the leopard demon. The leopard demon, which was extremely fast, circled around Jiang Yan seven or eight times before finally finding an opening and pouncing. Jiang Yan seized the opportunity and delivered a flurry of punches to its abdomen. As it bent over, he struck the back of its neck with an elbow, sending it sprawling to the ground.

Five demon soldiers took turns going up on stage, and without exception, they were all knocked off the stage by Jiang Yan.

In the end, the commotion from the audience turned into discussion, with everyone debating the origins of this human race.

Jiang Yan stood in the center of the arena and waited for a while.

Seeing that no one else was going up on stage, he dusted off his hands and jumped off the stage.

Tiger-headed General Pei Xiao stood on a nearby earthen slope, his two tiger paws clasped in front of his chest, his tiger tail swaying slowly behind him.

"No wonder His Majesty personally called him out." He grinned and said to the adjutant beside him, "This kid is no pushover."

The day's training has come to an end.

As people gradually dispersed from the drill ground, Jiang Yan walked through the camp area toward Camp C.

When they returned to tent number seven, the others had not yet returned.

Tu Shanye is already inside.

He was sitting on his bunk when he saw Jiang Yan come in, and his expression changed.

It was as if he wanted to say something but swallowed it back.

After hesitating for a moment, he stood up and walked quickly to Jiang Yan.

"You're amazing, I admire you." Tu Shanye took a deep breath. "I was wrong before, I shouldn't have kicked your bedding, I apologize to you."

He spoke urgently and forcefully, as if he had been rehearsing these words in his mouth for a long time.

"Whether you accept it or not is your business." After saying that, he turned around, lifted the curtain, and strode out.

Jiang Yan looked in the direction where his figure disappeared, and shook her head with a smile.

It's not bad.

Soon, Lufa and the other three returned together.

As soon as he entered, Lu Fa rushed over, as excited as if he himself had won a battle.

"You were absolutely dominant in the ring today! Five wins in a row! Five!"

"You just kicked those rhinos straight down? Those guys must weigh at least 400 pounds!"

Several people surrounded Jiang Yan and chatted excitedly for a while.

Jiang Yan was familiar with this feeling; it was somewhat like the atmosphere in the college dormitory when one of the guys won an award, and everyone in the dormitory was happy.

As night fell, the military camp quieted down.

Jiang Yan lay on the bunk, her hands behind her head, staring blankly at the ceiling.

Lufa's snoring had been going on for quite a while.

None of the demon soldiers he defeated today held a grudge because of their loss.

The demon soldiers in these frontline camps are indeed different from those strange and eccentric guys in the capital.

Jiang Yan closed her eyes.

This military camp life seems pretty good.