The Vastness of Magical Destiny
Chapter 825: Volume 25 Rowing Against the Current - 12 Murray Concentration Camp

Chapter 825: Volume 25 Rowing Against the Current Chapter 12 Murray Concentration Camp

The small-scale recruitment drive had in fact started after the battle at Busen Plain. Although the Homer Army was thoroughly defeated, it was undeniable that the Caucasus Army had still suffered considerable losses under the attacks of the Homer Army, both Barbarians and Half-beast Men alike. For the Barbarian Warriors of the Sanjia Tribe, the replenishment issue was not yet a concern for Komer, but the losses of the Half-beast Men needed to be quickly addressed. However, both Komer and Fran believed the battle had been quite worthwhile, solely from the perspective of training the army, as this battle alone had allowed many outstanding Half-beast officers to emerge, and a large number of Half-beast soldiers had matured significantly after being baptized by blood and fire. Especially after facing the dual trials of enemy magic and martial power, this experience was even more precious.

In front of the recruitment stations in Izmir, Mandu, Banassia, Murray, and Muscat, long lines had formed. Among the choices of miner and soldier, the Half-beast Men clearly preferred the latter profession. As long as they met the criteria, they were more willing to become a member of the illustrious Caucasus Army, with Baoling once again taking up the heavy responsibility of selection and initial training, which made him sigh at the unfairness of fate.

Time and again, such burdensome and mundane tasks fell upon him, but seeing those eyes filled with desire and aspiration, and thinking about how these clumsy fellows would gradually mature under his guidance into barely qualified soldiers, Baoling felt a deep sense of satisfaction. Tormenting these energetically restless Half-beasts with devilish training had always been Baoling’s favorite task, and now Miss Shatima had arrived, seemingly even more perverse than himself, which made Baoling sorrowful for these Half-beast Men filled with dreams and illusions, for they would soon experience the devilish torment they thought came with their seemingly generous compensation as soldiers of the Caucasus.

Miss Shatima paced back and forth on the drill field with her hands behind her back, a reward given by Komer. The successful allegiance of Lecler was her accomplishment, something even Komer seemed to acknowledge. Therefore, she was granted the reward of helping Baoling train the new Half-beast recruits at Murray. Her main duty was to help these Half-beasts transform their monstrous stamina into genuine physical fitness.

Baoling was only too happy to delegate this arduous task to this voluptuous and perverse woman. Now, even the idlers drinking in the taverns seemed to believe that their lord had developed a peculiar taste in women, otherwise a woman like Miss Shatima, with an enticing physique but bizarre manners, would not have become the lord’s mistress. They unanimously believed that Miss Shatima must be a product of Lord Komer’s special taste, and this was no exception even for military and governmental officials like Baoling and Neptune.

Miss Shatima looked down proudly at the group of clueless Half-beast soldiers in front of her, feeling very comfortable under their reverential gazes, a pleasure she had never experienced before, in any time or situation. In the past, the way people looked at her, apart from some lustful glimpses, carried a certain peculiarity, a feeling of being regarded as an anomaly. Yet, she had finally proven that she was not an anomaly; she could complete the same tasks they did, even those they couldn’t. Everything before her was a reward and trust from Komer for completing her tasks, a trust that was especially precious and that Shatima had no intention of betraying or wasting.

"Soldiers, start running! Circle the field thirty times!"

"Soldiers, get moving, raise your weapons, maintain a steady pace!"

"Face forward, advance steadily, shield bearers, raise your shields, advance, advance! Spear bearers, thrust, thrust, keep repeating!"

The leather whip twisted contently in her hand, Miss Shatima, with her face held high and legs somewhat inelegantly spread apart in high boots, stood on the dirt embankment. The trousers clinging to her body not only accentuated her round and enticing buttocks but even revealed the delicate shape of her privates, an especially glaring display.

Miss Shatima, with her throat open, intermittently scolded the group of Half-beasts baring their upper bodies, whose oily, glistening spines looked especially robust under the sunshine. Unconsciously, she licked her lips as the soldiers holding shields and great axes aligned into neat rows as per the veterans’ demands and ran past her. The well-maintained drill field was shrouded in yellow dust, every group of soldiers brimming with high morale. With such a beautiful instructor standing in front of them, although her un-ladylike posture was shocking, it aligned better with the aesthetic views of the Half-beasts: armored breastplates that could not hide prominent bosoms, wide faces, and full, scarlet lips – that’s what a real woman looked like!

Though Shatima was naive about worldly affairs, she could glean something from the covert glances of the troops that ran past her. However, this did not make her uncomfortable; instead, she felt a smug satisfaction. Those ordinary mortals, with their slight gazes, had no idea what a real beauty was. Even though they lusted after her beauty, not a single one dared express it, except for Komer, who unabashedly lingered on her bosom. The others could only glimpse from afar, truly disappointing.

The arrival of a beautiful woman could always ignite the desire of the half-beastmen soldiers to perform, and even Baoling noticed this. However, these half-beast soldiers soon felt the madness of Miss Shatima. Though her appearance on the training ground could momentarily cause an eruption of lust among the half-beastmen, the nearly constant physical training soon made life unbearable for them, so much so that they considered Baoling’s drills and formation training a supreme pleasure.

"You bunch of swines, run faster! Even turtles move quicker than you, look at your steps, what did you do last night? Lolling over women? I’m truly ashamed of you!"

"Madk Squad, are you rabbits, so timid? Sprint forward, repeat, repeat a hundred times! If you don’t complete these hundred times today, forget about eating!"

"Huleibao, you idiot, look how much slower your squad is compared to Degood’s squad? Why are you hanging your head, did a woman’s thighs crush your brain? Run fifteen kilometers cross-country, twice, and finish it now!"

"Swines, I don’t need you to keep your grace, I want speed, speed! You are not some damned knights, you are warriors, you need to kill every warrior blocking your path, charge, charge!"

Baoling was used to Miss Shatima’s rudeness and aggressiveness. In fact, not just him, all the instructors at the Murray New Soldier Training Camp had grown accustomed to Miss Shatima’s quirkiness and deviance. Mortal instructors were surprised at their lord’s unique taste in women, while half-beast instructors were even secretly pleased that the lord’s preference for women was leaning towards their race.

Vulgarity and whips composed the most beautiful marches of Shatima’s entire training life, but Baoling also had to admit that Miss Shatima’s tremendous physical strength was more than enough to subdue anyone daring to challenge her authority. Whether it was a fitness performance or a one-on-one fight, she indeed excelled beyond anyone else, rendering the proud half-beastmen collectively speechless.

Watching Shatima smash a boulder with a punch, sweep down a tree with the diameter of a bowl with a kick, lift a giant rock with one hand, and sprint twenty kilometers in one go wearing fifty kilograms of armor without a change in her expression, the half-beastmen realized their physically boasted capabilities were nothing in front of this beautiful instructor. Those who dared to challenge her either returned swollen-faced and carried back or went to the training ground for bizarre punishment training willingly, dirty and disheveled. This pattern almost occurred after every batch of new soldiers arrived and ended with the same results, and it had turned into an entertainment for the veteran soldiers to watch as an amateur game.

Endless medium and long distance weighted runs, exhaustive short-distance sprints, and monotonous, boring stabbing and fighting moves all made the half-beastmen, who had never experienced this kind of life, finally realize that being a soldier was not a job you could excel in solely with courage and blood. Soldiers who suffered through the torturous training during the day even experienced haunting nightmares at night, invariably dreaming of that devilish beautiful instructor.

A continual influx of new recruits provided Shatima and Baoling with endless subjects for maltreatment. Every half-beast soldier that walked out of the Murray New Soldier Training Camp would remember the first lesson taught by this training for life. The Murray New Soldier Training Camp thus earned the nickname ’Murray Concentration Camp,’ which became the boasting point for these recruits among other soldiers. Many years later, they could still smack their lips and narrate the glorious deeds of Murray to their descendants because they graduated from the famous ’Murray Concentration Camp’.

For Shatima, this was also the most prideful period of her career, turning her into a notorious devil instructor in the Murray Concentration Camp. The instructors who trained alongside her were equally influenced by her style, so much so that in subsequent recruit trainings they strictly adhered to the style of this devilish beautiful instructor, molding the robust style of the Caucasus half-beast soldier teams.

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