Socially anxious people transmigrate to another world; living in seclusion is too difficult.

After speaking, the adjutant led the way into the camp, completely ignoring the students behind him. A murmur of discussion slowly arose among the students. At first, it was just a few students who knew each other whispering, but then the discussion spread. However, even ten people might not be able to reach a consensus on the selection of the hundred leaders, let alone a hundred.

Some people thought the selection should be based on elemental rank, others thought ability was the most important factor, and some even suggested a martial arts contest on the spot. As a result, no one was willing to concede to anyone else when it came to choosing the hundred leaders, and it took more than ten minutes to make a decision. The thousand leaders who were left behind looked at the students in front of them with disdain. One of them said in a cold voice, "Five minutes left!"

Hearing this, the students remained unmoved, still arguing about the selection of the centurion. Twenty minutes passed, and the adjutant in the camp still hadn't seen anyone. He finally arrived at the camp and, seeing the students still discussing the centurion, immediately roared, "Disregarding military orders! What's the point of you coming here! Centurion, go up and give each of them a punch. Those who can't take it are eliminated; those who can, keep hitting until only one person remains. That person will be the centurion!"

This is the rule of the army: only the strong have the right to speak and live. Upon receiving the order, the commanders immediately set off to their respective formations. Regardless of whether the person in front of them was prepared, they straightened their bodies and threw a punch. Although these commanders of the army may not be as good as some of the students in terms of elemental rank, they did not use elemental power in each punch, but relied on their own strength.

At first, some students were caught off guard and were knocked down with a single punch, lying on the ground groaning in pain. After the others reacted, they began to use their elemental power to resist, but unexpectedly, after Qian Chang said the word "elimination," he walked straight to the next person. This made some students feel very wronged, and they shouted, "It wasn't said beforehand that we couldn't use elemental power!"

The adjutant retorted, "Do you expect to discuss with the enemy beforehand what you can and can't use before going into battle? You're out of the running!"

After a round of beatings, the centurions of each square formation were quickly selected, but the chiliarchs were exhausted. After solving this problem, the adjutant led them into the camp and let them go to their respective barracks to put away their luggage.

Upon arriving at their respective barracks, the students quickly frowned, mainly because the smell in the barracks was indeed unpleasant, a mixture of sweat, blood, and other odors. Some female students even gagged, but most of them endured the discomfort, placed their luggage on their own temporary hammocks, and then went to the training ground to assemble.

Zhou Huabao was already waiting on the training ground. Seeing that the child soldiers had assembled, he said solemnly, "You are all the future pillars of the empire. Your willingness to join the army and defend your country is admirable. I, Zhou Huabao, the commander of the 15th Army, am here on behalf of the empire and its people. Thank you all!"

After speaking, he bowed deeply, which moved the students who had just been complaining greatly. After all, it was an unprecedented honor for the commander-in-chief to bow to them. Some people shouted slogans such as "We are willing to die to defend our country." Soon, Zhou Huabao signaled everyone to be quiet, and he continued:

"However, the battlefield is cruel. I know many of you have never been on a battlefield. Therefore, the main purpose of today's agenda is to let you experience the cruelty of the battlefield firsthand, Lieutenant!"

"My subordinate is here!"

"Have the hundred leaders been selected?"

"You've made your choice, General."

"What about Qianzhang?"

"Not yet...."

"Alright, let's do it the old way and select the chief first."

The old method Zhou Huabao mentioned was actually the method of selecting centurions outside the camp by the adjutants. However, the people who came to deliver this punch were no longer the previous chiliarchs, but the adjutants.

After gathering the two hundred centurions, seven or eight adjutants went into battle together, rolling up their sleeves and getting to work. Soon, only twenty people remained who could stand up after being hit multiple times. They were then appointed as captains. It seemed absurd, but it was a helpless measure. These students had no military merits, so they could only use this most primitive method to select temporary captains. Moreover, this was also a process that made them suffer.

After the troops regrouped, Zhou Huabao nodded to an adjutant and left the training ground. The adjutant immediately shouted, "Everyone, divide into twenty groups. First, the centurion, lead your group and follow me. The rest of you, stay put!"

Soon, the adjutant led a thousand students to the temporary healing area within the camp, where they would receive their first lesson after emerging from the garden.

The adjutant pulled back the white curtain of the temporary healing area, and a strong smell of blood immediately filled the air. Suppressing their discomfort, the group filed in, led by the adjutant. The healing area was large, estimated to accommodate two to three thousand people at once. There was another curtain opposite. The entire area ran east to west, and the students entered through the east gate. There, on makeshift beds, lay wounded soldiers, some with plasters on their backs, others with bandages wrapped around their arms. The further they went in, the more severe their injuries became.

The soldiers' injuries gradually escalated from minor to moderate. Some soldiers lost their hands, some were lame, and some lost their eyes or ears. Blood stained the bandages. If these were still within the students' acceptable range, what followed would be unforgettable for them.

When they arrived at the closest point to the western pass, they saw a healer standing beside each bed, fully utilizing wood elemental power. Some healers were slumped to the side, resting and recovering. The soldiers lying on the beds were in a terrible state. One soldier had several arrows stuck in his face, only one arm and one leg, and a large hole torn open in his stomach, with blood gushing from every wound, staining the wooden bed red.

Looking through the wound on his stomach, all that could be seen was a bright red mass that seemed to be pulsating slightly. The wound emitted a dark red glow, which was the lingering corrosive effect left by the fire elemental damage. Even with the healer constantly healing, the wound was still healing very slowly.

With a sizzling sound under their feet, the students looked down and saw that the ground was dark red and muddy. A strong smell of blood emanated from the earth. The blood of these seriously wounded soldiers had already seeped into the ground. They felt that every step they took was very soft, as if they were stepping on those bright red entrails.

The intense visual, gustatory, and tactile impacts quickly shattered the students' will. Some mentally fragile students trembled and knelt down, covering their faces with their hands, unable to bear the sight. Others ran straight ahead and rushed outside to vomit.

The adjutant had no time to deal with them. He patrolled the heavily wounded soldiers, occasionally asking the healers about their condition. After stopping their elemental attacks, the healers shook their heads at the adjutant, then covered the soldiers with a white cloth and turned to another soldier to take over the healing duties.

As the students left the healing center, their hearts were heavy, and some of their legs were already trembling. What they had just experienced was something the academy had not taught them. Just as they were about to rest for a moment to ease their heavy hearts, the adjutant ordered them to continue forward with him, because the next group of students had arrived.

They passed through numerous barracks and emerged from another camp gate, filled with spikes and chariots, into an even more unfamiliar place. After walking several hundred meters, they came to a small earthen mound, where the adjutant said, "Look, this is the real battlefield."