Once they got to know each other, they would naturally learn what kind of people the others were, whether they were trustworthy, and whether they were worth fighting alongside.
After Xi Xiu greeted Qing Zhixun and the others, she took A Xian, Wang Zichun, Buhete, and the rest—more than six hundred people in total—and followed Arivik back to the Western District headquarters.
After watching Xi Xiu enter the camp, Qing Zhixun sent her a more detailed list of Liuning's positions before getting into the Hovercar and heading to the Eastern District.
When he learned that Xi Xiu was going to the Western District, Qing Zhixun had his people send over information on the area.
On the way to the Eastern District, Luther did not dare say a word. He had just been to Arivik's territory and was worried that Arivik might come looking for trouble someday when he was out.
Everyone in Liuning Fortress knew what kind of person Arivik was.
If Arivik set his sights on someone, even if they did not die, they would lose a layer of skin. Luther had no desire to suffer for no reason.
In the past, plenty of people who had clashed with Arivik had ended up with broken arms and legs.
He never held back when beating people.
And he was extremely powerful. After some private estimates, everyone believed that only Liuning's highest commander, Basia, could contend with him.
But Commander Basia would not easily spar with Arivik.
It concerned the major general's dignity.
Seeing Luther's timid, shrinking manner, Qing Zhixun knew that all of Liuning might have this sort of atmosphere.
Some scions of great families loved competing in bravery and ruthlessness, yet when they were actually sent to the battlefield, they became desperately protective of their lives.
They would never