Looking at Commander Lin's expression, Jiang Yan Hai naturally knew what he was thinking.
Jiang Yan Hai smiled faintly and nodded. "I'm sure. You can handle support work, but there's one thing: you cannot interfere with our combat mission. I didn't send our soldiers here to die, so we have our reasons for fighting. Perhaps you won't understand them."
"Understood. As long as you're confident, we can agree to it," Commander Lin said seriously.
"Then good. I agree," Jiang Yan Hai replied directly.
"What do you need us to do?" Commander Lin immediately asked.
"First, open the city gate I came through. Also, we need to set up temporary accommodations outside the residential area along the city wall," Jiang Yan Hai said seriously.
"No problem. Do you need us to prepare food for you?" Commander Lin immediately asked.
"No need. Remember what I said? I can return those five pigs to you." Jiang Yan Hai grinned.
"Uh, that won't be necessary." Commander Lin choked up for a moment and looked at Jiang Yan Hai speechlessly.
"We have a rule over there." Jiang Yan Hai shrugged. "The soldiers of Great Qin never take so much as a needle or thread from others."
Jiang Yan Hai said this very seriously, because it was their tradition—a fine tradition passed down from the days when they had been poor peasants. Even now, it remained unchanged. He could not violate that tradition.
Commander Lin stared at him blankly, as though he had just heard something out of science fiction. Still, he nodded. "All right, we'll do it your way. How do you need to notify your people? Like last time? Or will you return personally?"
"Like last time will do, but this time, you need to open the city gate first and clear out enough