"By the way, if you have any other requests, let me know and I'll prepare them for you," Calvin Yang said again.

"General, I need soldiers who speak the Huns' language and people familiar with the grasslands," Oliver Sheng replied.

A few days ago, they had few soldiers and were unfamiliar with the grasslands, so they didn't dare to venture deep into them.

From what Oliver understood, this world was immensely vast, and the grasslands were incredibly expansive. The Huns were not the only unified nomadic tribe on the grasslands.

The Huns were just one of the dominant powers on these grasslands.

"Alright, I'll arrange it for you!" Calvin nodded.

"Anything else?"

"Yes, I need more healing pills," Oliver said.

Being behind enemy lines, it was hard to replenish their casualties, so healing pills were crucial.

"No! Pick something else!" Calvin's face turned a bit sour.

Their Peace Army hadn't received any pills from the court for a long time.

Talking about it made him angry.

"Uh, okay, never mind then," Oliver scratched his head.

If there were no pills, he could always rob the Huns for them later.

The Huns' supply convoys would have pills.

"Include my squad of soldiers as well," Oliver thought for a moment and added.

He was used to working with his subordinates.

"Sure, no problem!"

"Anything else?" Calvin looked at Oliver.

"No, that's all!" Oliver shook his head.

"You're currently at the Great Perfection stage of a Martial Artist. I'll give you a Fourth Rank Realm-Breaking Pill to help you break through to the Martial Master realm. Your current cultivation is a bit low," Calvin said, handing Oliver a Fourth Rank Realm-Breaking Pill.

As Oliver became more familiar with this world, he learned that pills were also divided into nine ranks, with the First Rank being the lowest and the Ninth Rank the highest.

A Fourth Rank Realm-Breaking Pill could already help a Martial Master at Great Perfection break through to the Postnatal Realm.

"Thank you, General!" Oliver was a bit delighted as he took the jade bottle from Calvin's hand.

With this pill, he could save some Kill Points.

"This is a transmission jade talisman containing my main cultivation method, the Overlord Spear Technique. I'm giving it to you as well," Calvin said, passing on his spear technique to Oliver.

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However, he couldn't pass on his cultivation method to Oliver, which was a bit of a pity.

The other five Assistant Generals looked on with some envy. General Calvin was treating Oliver as his successor.

The Overlord Spear Technique was General Calvin's signature skill. They had never seen General Calvin treat anyone so well before. Oliver was the first.

Oliver was overjoyed. The Overlord Spear Technique was perfect for cavalry charges and killing enemies with spears and halberds.

"Thank you, General."

Oliver was more excited about getting the spear technique than the Fourth Rank Realm-Breaking Pill.

"Alright, you can go now!" Calvin waved his hand, dismissing Oliver.

Back at his quarters, Oliver couldn't wait to use the transmission jade talisman.

He placed it on his forehead and infused it with True Essence.

A large amount of the Overlord Spear Technique information flowed into his mind, and the System also recorded this spear technique.

Name: Oliver Sheng

Race: Human

Realm: Great Perfection Martial Artist

Cultivation Methods: [Wild Bull Strength (Small Accomplishment)], [Blood Fiend Saber Technique (Great Accomplishment)], [Overlord Spear Technique (Not Started)] (+)

Strength: 4,500 pounds

Talent: Silver Archer (+)

Kill Points: 53

Oliver didn't hesitate and directly allocated points to practice.

He didn't have time to slowly comprehend it.

After consuming twenty Kill Points, the Overlord Spear Technique reached the entry level.

A large amount of experience with the Overlord Spear Technique flooded his mind, making him as proficient as if he had practiced it for two and a half years.

The remaining thirty-three Kill Points were not enough to further practice the Overlord Spear Technique.

With insufficient Kill Points, Oliver had to give up and began to cultivate Wild Bull Strength to condense True Essence.

He had already gotten used to converting sleep into cultivation.

Hardworking people work very hard!

The next morning, after finishing morning exercises and breakfast.

As the sun rose, the Huns' army began to attack the city again.

Hearing the horns and war drums outside the city, Oliver's blood began to boil.

He couldn't sit still and wanted to go fight and kill the enemy again.

Although General Calvin had told him to rest, what was rest compared to earning Kill Points?

Rest?

Only the weak needed rest. Did he need it?

No!

Oliver immediately grabbed his saber and bow and headed to the city wall to fight.

"Sergeant, are you going to join the battle?" Hunter Tang asked, looking at Oliver.

"Yes, I'm going to help defend the city!" Oliver nodded.

"What about us?" Hunter looked at Oliver. They didn't have any combat tasks.

"You guys just rest well!" Oliver strode towards the city wall.

His subordinates looked at each other.

"Has the Sergeant become addicted to killing?" Owen Hai couldn't help but say.

"Who knows!"

...

Oliver reached the city wall and saw the Huns' army launching an attack.

The Huns' cavalry roamed two hundred meters outside the city, constantly shooting arrows at the city wall to suppress the soldiers on the wall and create opportunities for the Huns' infantry to approach.

The archers on the wall also shot arrows in return.

But the cavalry moved quickly, making it hard for the archers on the wall to hit them.

They could only turn to shoot the charging Huns' infantry.

Oliver took down his bow, nocked three arrows, and shot them all at once.

"Whoosh!"

"Whoosh!"

"Whoosh!"

All three arrows hit their targets, killing three cavalrymen.

As a Silver-level archer, his archery skills were not divine, but they were highly refined.

Seeing Oliver shoot three arrows at once and hit three targets, the archers around him were full of surprise.

This archery skill was incredible!

Oliver didn't pause and continued to nock and shoot three arrows at a time.

Three more cavalrymen fell outside the city.

Watching Oliver shoot down the Huns' cavalry like this, the archers around him were stunned. Where did this sharpshooter come from?

Some of the Huns' cavalry outside the city noticed Oliver and shot arrows at him.

Oliver's eyes were sharp, and he quickly dodged, avoiding the arrow.

Without a word, he raised his bow and shot back.

Unfortunately, the opponent couldn't dodge his arrow and fell from his horse with an arrow through the heart.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

Three more arrows were shot, killing three more Huns' cavalrymen.

On the city tower, Calvin and several other defending generals noticed Oliver.

"Didn't I tell that kid to rest? Why is he back on the wall?"

"Hey, goodness, his archery is amazing, killing Huns' cavalry without missing a shot."

"Such archery skills are rare in our army."

"This guy must be a battle maniac who can't stay idle."

The generals discussed.

Soon, Oliver had shot all thirty arrows in his quiver, killing thirty Huns' cavalrymen.

He looked at the archer next to him, whose quiver still had many arrows.

"Brother, give me your arrows!" Oliver said directly.

"Huh? Oh!"

"Here you go!"

The archer next to him came to his senses, his eyes full of admiration for Oliver.

This was simply a sharpshooter!

He handed all twenty remaining arrows to Oliver, letting him continue to kill the Huns' cavalry.

Oliver took the quiver: "Thanks, brother. When the battle is over, I'll take you to The House of Joy and find the prettiest girl."

"Sounds good, sounds good!" Hearing about The House of Joy, the archer's eyes lit up.

With the arrows in hand, Oliver continued to shoot.

More cavalrymen were shot off their horses by him.

This also drew the attention of the Huns' cavalry, and over a hundred of them aimed their bows at him.

Seeing the overwhelming arrows, Oliver quickly dodged.

However, the archer who had given him the arrows was too slow and was shot into a pincushion.

Seeing his comrade turned into a pincushion, Oliver thought, it seemed the Huns had saved him some silver!?

"Damn Huns, that was my good brother!" Oliver retaliated fiercely, nocking and shooting three arrows, killing three Huns' cavalrymen to avenge his brother.