After following the deputy commander out of the teleportation square, the group curiously observed everything they could see.

Led by the deputy commander, they passed by many places along the way.

The tallest building was the most striking, towering over twenty stories high.

Many students speculated that such a grand building must be the base command center.

But when they entered, they discovered it was actually the Military Hospital!

Through the glass doors of the hospital, the students saw countless warriors, either sitting with bandages waiting for treatment or missing arms or legs, with empty sleeves hanging limply.

Some had their chests pierced through by the Nether Cats, leaving a transparent hole, and were being carried into the hospital on stretchers by their comrades.

Looking at the faces of these warriors, they were only about twenty years old!

Unlike ordinary hospitals filled with cries, here the warriors were well aware of their injuries.

If they could be saved, they wouldn't die, so there was no need to cry.

If they couldn't be saved, there was even less reason to cry; dying on the Myriad Races Battlefield was an honor for them.

Instead, many cheered and shouted encouragement for their comrades being carried in on stretchers.

"Wang Cong, you fucking hold on!"

"It's just a hole in the chest, right? I've had several, and I'm still alive and well. Don't you dare have anything happen! Got it?"

Countless nurses and doctors were busy, sweating profusely, with no time to wipe their brows.

They moved constantly among the patients, stitching wounds, administering injections, and bandaging them.

"The wounds of the comrade in Emergency Room No. 2 have been stitched up. There are no vacant wards, so send him to Tent No. 88 to rest!"

"Emergency Room No. 19, Lieutenant Wang Haitao couldn't be saved. Send him to the Martyrs' Memorial Hall for cremation!"

"Emergency Room No. 25..."

These were just the scenes visible to the students in the hospital lobby. How many more such scenes were happening in the twenty-plus floors of the hospital?

After a tough battle yesterday, the hospital wards in this military base were already filled with patients.

Beside the hospital, hundreds of tents stood.

Inside each tent, military doctors in white coats and nurses cared for the soldiers being carried in.

Soldiers with minor injuries or those who had been treated once and stabilized were arranged to rest in temporary tents below the hospital.

As the group of students approached within ten meters of the tent area, an overwhelming stench of blood hit them.

"Ugh~"

Even many of the boys turned pale at the sight and the pungent smell of blood.

Not to mention the girls in the group, many started to retch, and some even vomited their breakfast.

Outside the tents, some lightly injured soldiers watched the students' reactions, smiling and waving:

"You're this year's Martial Academy students, right? Be careful when you leave the camp; those Nether Cats are cunning. Don't get hurt, or you'll end up playing cards with us here!"

"Hey, girls, be careful. There are no separate wards for women here, so if you get injured, you'll have to stay with us men."

"Old Ma, you're shameless, scaring the young girls?"

The deputy commander looked at the lightly injured but lively soldiers and said sternly, "Get back to your tents and rest. If you think you're not seriously injured, you can go back to training!"

The deputy commander, known as Old Tiger Wang in the camp, had a strong presence.

The soldiers, who were initially playful, shrank back into their tents like quails.

Though strict with the soldiers, the deputy commander didn't comment on the students' vomiting reactions. Every year, new students came to the base for training, and he was used to such reactions.

Even the Martial Academy instructors would frown slightly when faced with the overwhelming smell of blood.

Su Bai, however, was unaffected by the intense smell of blood.

Just over three months ago, he had personally smashed the skulls of three Low Tier Martial Artists who had targeted him, using bricks and iron rods.

Though that scene wasn't as grand as this, it was equally bloody.

Moreover, having advanced to a high tier as a Superpowered Individual, with a mental attribute of thirty-four points, he naturally had a strong psychological endurance.

Seeing that the students had finished vomiting, the deputy commander said:

"This is just the hospital inside the military zone, and you're already like this? Soon, you'll face countless Nether Cat corpses. Can you still hold your shields and blades?"

Faced with the deputy commander's questioning, the students lowered their heads, gaining a new understanding of the Myriad Races Battlefield, losing the impulsive excitement from hearing about exchanging military merits for cultivation resources.

Perhaps the deputy commander chose to bring them to the hospital to help adjust their mindset.

As he lectured, his eyes scanned the students' expressions like lightning.

Normally, the deputy commander wouldn't personally lead students in training.

But this time was different. There was someone important among the students, specifically named for protection by higher-ups.

Just as he was about to identify the person, Su Bai in the crowd caught his attention.

In such an impactful scene, the young man's eyes remained calm!

Others were either vomiting uncontrollably, pale-faced, or too scared to look up.

Only Su Bai's face showed no emotional fluctuation, his gaze deep and profound.

This composure was impressive; either he had a strong inner strength, a natural warrior, or he was numb from killing countless times.

Currently, as a freshman, it was impossible for Su Bai to have killed countless times. The deputy commander leaned towards Su Bai being a natural warrior.

If this young man could grow, his future achievements would be remarkable.

A promising talent!

"This kid is interesting," the deputy commander thought to himself, surprised to encounter such a promising talent.

He decided to keep an eye on Su Bai and hoped to recruit him after he graduated from the Martial Academy.

The deputy commander, having made up his mind, didn't plan to linger at the hospital and led the freshmen towards the gate.

Unaware of the deputy commander's attention, Su Bai noticed Lin Yanran looking pale and handed her his canteen:

"Yanran, are you okay?"

Lin Yanran took Su Bai's canteen, drank a few sips, and her complexion improved. She whispered so only Su Bai could hear:

"Su Bai, when we get to the battlefield, stay by my side. I don't want anything to happen to you!"

The wounded soldiers had affected Lin Yanran; she didn't want Su Bai to end up like them, carried into the hospital on a stretcher, fate uncertain.

Clearly, Lin Yanran didn't know that Su Bai had already advanced to a high tier, and with Little Tortoise's strength, he could even rival the Martial Academy instructors!