For several days in a row, Li Mu Chuan helped harvest the crops in the fields, and whenever he had free time, he practiced a set of Eighth Level Fist.
The children around him had also grown much closer to Li Mu Chuan. In his spare time, he taught them games he had often played as a child, such as hopscotch.
Then, on the nineteenth, Wang Ru Long quietly sought out Li Mu Chuan and told him to gather at midnight that night. After saying so, he left.
Li Mu Chuan's heart stirred at those words. He knew that Qi Jiguang was preparing to attack Lin Dun tonight.
Over the past few days, the soldiers had shown no sign of assembling, while Qi Jiguang had been constantly attending banquets and drinking. The Japanese pirates in Lin Dun had likely lowered their guard.
Tonight was a rare opportunity for real combat. He could not let it slip away.
With that thought, Li Mu Chuan immediately roused himself. After night fell, he went to bed as usual.
Before midnight had even arrived, Li Mu Chuan suddenly woke up. After getting dressed, he headed to the gathering point.
At this moment, the Qi Family Army had already assembled, every man brimming with murderous intent.
While helping harvest the crops these past few days, they had constantly been asked when they would go wipe out the Japanese pirates, leaving them unsure how to answer.
They had been feeling rather stifled.
Qi Jiguang glanced over the soldiers. After confirming that everyone had arrived, his gaze paused briefly on Li Mu Chuan before he waved his hand and ordered them to set out.
Li Mu Chuan looked carefully ahead and spotted a guide.
Seeing this, Li Mu Chuan narrowed his eyes, a trace of coldness flashing