251: Chapter 251 Cold Stares and Ridicule, the Gilded Major General?

"Ding."

The heavy steel elevator made a crisp sound and slowly came to a halt. The thick blast doors slid open to both sides.

The howling wind and snow outside were blocked off. In their place was an extremely intense, almost pungent smell of medical alcohol, along with an inextricable, heavy stench of blood.

This was the internal garrison of the First Fortress of the Far North, and also the first stop for all new recruits and transferred officers to report.

Su Chen stepped out of the elevator with his hands in his trench coat pockets.

He was wearing a brand-new military uniform that the military had urgently issued via a spatial teleportation array on the transport plane. It was a pure black general's coat, tailored perfectly, sharp as a blade.

On his shoulder, the pure gold general's star representing the rank of Major General of the Great Xia glittered with a blinding light under the dim garrison lights.

Coupled with Su Chen's eighteen-year-old, fair, and handsome Face.

The absolute moment he stepped into this massive garrison, he felt an extremely intense, almost absurd sense of disconnection from his surroundings!

The entire garrison hall was as large as two football fields. Along the aisles and in the corners of the hall, veterans who had just retreated from the meat grinder of the front lines for rest were sitting in disarray.

It was too tragic.

Some veterans had half their bodies dyed red with blood, biting on bandages while stitching up wounds deep enough to see the bone. Others had lost an arm, with extremely crude mechanical prosthetics that were still leaking machine oil attached haphazardly to their severed limbs.

Others were huddled in corners with bloodshot eyes, gulping down cheap Abyss liquor, their bodies trembling.

In everyone's eyes, there was a thick sense of PTSD (Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder), as well as an inextricable, intense Evil Qi from having crawled in and out of piles of corpses.

There were no living people here, only a group of demons who had temporarily crawled back to the human world from Hell to catch their breath.

"Tap, tap, tap."

Su Chen's black military boots made crisp footsteps as they stepped onto the blood-stained metal floor.

These footsteps instantly drew the attention of the surrounding veterans.

At first, when they caught a glimpse of that golden Major General's star out of the corner of their eyes, many veterans instinctively wanted to stand up and salute.

But, when they looked up and saw Su Chen's overly young, clean Face, and noticed his brand-new uniform that hadn't even a speck of blood on it.

All the veterans' movements stopped. No one stood up. No one saluted.

In their numb, dead eyes, there was first a flash of astonishment. Immediately after, it quickly transformed into extreme disdain and contempt! It even radiated an undisguised, intense hostility!

"Pah!"

Suddenly, an extremely harsh sound broke the dullness of the garrison.

A veteran sitting by the aisle, who had lost his left eye and had a terrifying scar across his Face, turned his head sharply. A mouthful of thick phlegm mixed with black blood was spat with extreme precision and force right in front of Su Chen's military boots!

It was less than a centimeter from the tips of Su Chen's shoes.

Su Chen stopped walking.

"Yo! Brothers, look!"

The one-eyed veteran didn't care about the general's star on Su Chen's shoulder at all. He tapped the ground with the chipped, broken blade in his hand and began to mock him loudly in a sarcastic tone.

"Those corrupt officials of the big consortiums in the Capital have sent us another 'young master soldier'!"

The one-eyed veteran's words instantly ignited the entire garrison hall.

"Hahaha! It really is!"

"Tsk tsk tsk, look at that soft, tender skin, he looks like a woman!"

"An eighteen-year-old Major General? I've been hacking away at exotic beasts on the Star Gate front lines for twenty years, and I only managed to become a Captain. Has this kid even finished growing his hair out, yet he dares to wear a general's star?"

The surrounding veterans burst into laughter, their laughter filled with malice and mockery.

In their eyes, the front line was a meat grinder. Every year, countless young masters from aristocratic families in the Capital, relying on their Family connections, would run to the front lines to "get gilded."

They would stay in the safest rear command post, drinking red wine, and writing the battle achievements that the front-line soldiers had fought for with their lives into their own military medals.

Such people were the parasites that front-line veterans hated the most!

"Hey! Little young master!" Another veteran with a mechanical leg whistled at Su Chen.

"That uniform of yours must be expensive, right? Don't get it dirty here!"

"I bet you haven't even killed a mutated rat with your own hands, have you?"

"Take some advice from your big brother, hurry back to the Capital and go find your mommy to breastfeed! Don't wet your pants tonight when you hear the exotic beasts from the Star Gate!"

"Hahahaha!" The entire garrison hall was immediately plunged into unbridled laughter.

"You old dogs, you're courting death!"

Jiang Feng, who was behind Su Chen, was completely enraged!

His eyes were bloodshot, and the veins on his forehead were bulging. With a "boom," Jiang Feng slammed the thousand-pound giant axe on his back onto the ground, sending sparks flying across the alloy floor.

"How dare you insult Brother Chen!" Jiang Feng's muscles expanded, and the blue-gray luster of [Rokushiki: Iron Body] instantly appeared. He took large strides, like a crazed giant bear, ready to rush up and split that one-eyed veteran who spat at him in two!

Lin Qinghan's eyes also turned cold, her hand gripping the hilt of her sword, a wisp of extreme cold Qi swirling around her fingertips.

"Fatty."

Just as Jiang Feng was about to rush out, a fair, slender hand reached out with extreme nonchalance and firmly pressed down on Jiang Feng's shoulder.

"Brother Chen?" Jiang Feng turned his head, his Face full of confusion and frustration. "These bastards are riding on your head and shitting! Can you tolerate this?"

Su Chen didn't look at Jiang Feng. He remained with his hands in his pockets.

His deep, pitch-black eyes scanned the surrounding veterans who were laughing, with extreme coldness.

"A lion." Su Chen's voice was very soft, yet it clearly reached the ears of Jiang Feng and Lin Qinghan.

"Does it care about the barking of a stray dog?"

Once these words were spoken, Jiang Feng was stunned. Lin Qinghan's hand, which was gripping her sword, also slightly loosened.

That's right. The man in front of them was the Shura who could crush a Martial Ancestor like a dog and burn even conceptual-level gods into ashes! How could he possibly bicker with a bunch of bottom-level soldiers who didn't even know the truth? That would be too beneath him.

Su Chen withdrew his hand.

He completely ignored the bloody phlegm on the ground. Nor did he even glance at the one-eyed veteran who had provoked him.

He simply took a step and walked straight past the one-eyed veteran.

"You..." Seeing that Su Chen dared to ignore him, the one-eyed veteran immediately felt he had lost Face. He just wanted to stand up and reach out to grab Su Chen's collar.

But the moment Su Chen brushed past him! "Hum!"

In the depths of Su Chen's eyes, a trace of extremely restrained, icy cold light flashed. An extremely faint [Conqueror's Haki], like an invisible poisonous needle, pierced precisely into the one-eyed veteran's mind!

"Urgh!" The one-eyed veteran's body suddenly stiffened in place!

His outstretched hand stopped in mid-air. His only remaining right eye was instantly filled with bloodshot veins of extreme terror!

In that very instant, he felt as if he had seen a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood! He had seen a Shinigami that could not be looked at directly, holding a scythe to his throat!

Cold sweat instantly soaked the veteran's back. He was trembling all over, his mouth open, but he couldn't even utter a single syllable.

Su Chen didn't stop. With that absolute arrogance of ignoring everything, he walked through the laughing crowd and went straight to the logistics registration desk at the end of the garrison hall.

Behind the registration desk sat a logistics officer with the rank of Lieutenant Colonel.

He was crossing his legs, drinking tea, and watching Su Chen as if watching a play. Obviously, he also took Su Chen for a young master from an aristocratic Family who had come to be gilded.

"Tap, tap."

Su Chen extended his slender fingers and tapped twice, neither lightly nor heavily, on the solid wood desk.

The logistics officer lazily put down his teacup without even lifting his eyelids. "Name, rank. Which unit are you transferred from? If you come to the front line to be gilded, you still have to register according to the rules."

Su Chen looked down at him. His tone was icy, without the slightest fluctuation.

"Major General, Su Chen."

Hearing the name "Su Chen," the logistics officer was stunned for a moment, seeming to find it a bit familiar. But he didn't think deeply about it.

After all, what happened in the Capital was currently only circulating among the highest levels of the military; the front-line soldiers didn't yet know of Su Chen's terrifying battle record.

"Oh, Major General Su, is it?" The officer typed a few times on the terminal perfunctorily. "What is the name of the garrison area assigned to you by the Supreme Command? Let me check the map for you."

Su Chen looked at him, his thin lips parted slightly. He spat out three words.

"Shura Camp."

"..."

"Click."

The electronic stylus in the logistics officer's hand slipped from his fingers without warning. It fell onto the desk, making a crisp sound.

The logistics officer, who was full of perfunctoriness and mockery the second before. In the absolute moment he heard these three words!

The expression on his Face completely stiffened! A visible pallor instantly crawled all over his Face!

Not just him.

The three words "Shura Camp," Su Chen did not deliberately lower his voice. The surrounding veterans who were originally laughing and whistling unbridledly.

The moment they heard these three words! It was as if someone had collectively choked them!

The entire garrison hall, which was as large as two football fields. Thousands of veterans. At this moment. Fell into a deathly, hair-raising, absolute silence!

No one spoke. No one dared to make a sound.

The hall, which was just noisy, became instantly so quiet that one could hear a pin drop.

All the veterans turned their heads. They stared fixedly at Su Chen, who was standing in front of the registration desk, with an extremely strange, extremely terrified, and even deeply pitying look, as if they were looking at a dead man.

"You... what did you say?" The logistics officer swallowed with great difficulty, his voice trembling like a sieve. "You were assigned to... the Shura Camp?!"

"And... you're going to be the battalion commander?"

Su Chen looked at him, not answering, just coldly raising an eyebrow.

"Gulp." After confirming that he had heard correctly, the logistics officer's legs went weak, and he almost slid off his chair.

The look in his eyes when he looked at Su Chen was no longer looking at a gilded young master. Instead, he was looking at a corpse that was about to be thrown into the crematorium.

"Crazy... those people in the Supreme Command are crazy..." the officer muttered to himself, frantically pulling up a map on his terminal.

His hands were shaking so much that he couldn't even tap the screen accurately. With great difficulty, he finally projected the holographic map of the Far North front line.

"Major... Major General Su."

The officer stood up and pointed at the holographic map. It was a black corner located at the outermost edge of the Far North Fortress, even having one foot already in the Star Gate radiation zone.

That corner was marked on the map with an extremely glaring, blood-red skull symbol.

"That... is Death Ridge, which is the base of the [Shura Camp]."

The officer looked at Su Chen, his voice filled with a deep chill. He even kindly gave a reminder.

"Major General, take some advice from me. If you can find a connection, hurry up and get transferred."

"That place is simply not a military camp."

"It is a... devil's den that eats people without spitting out the bones."