If they were really discovered, even the host would probably be torn to pieces.
Fortunately, there were plenty of dialects here, so the host managed to smooth things over.
"That's how it is." One person happened to be from one of the places Little Four had mentioned and was the first to agree with the explanation.
Several of them were considered the backbone of the group. Their eyes lit up when they heard the plan.
"That's not a bad plan. We should bring it up with the commander later."
"Exactly. Why should we starve here every day while those people in the cities—and the ones in the capital—get to eat meat and fish? We should let them have a taste of hunger too."
"Let's go find the commander now and talk it over with him."
"Fine. If we can seize the imperial court's provisions, we can make it through the winter properly. Otherwise, this winter is going to be tough."
Several people left as soon as they had decided to go.
The people who remained looked at Zhao Jingting's handsome, refined face and elegant bearing, shaking their heads regretfully one after another.
"Ah, what a pity. Such a fine young man, yet there's something wrong with his head."
"Yeah. If he weren't crazy, he could even join our regular army. He doesn't look particularly strong, but he could still count as a real man."
Su Qiao was speechless.
What regular army? They could do a horse stance and throw a few punches, that was all.
They didn't even qualify as a ragtag army, did they?
"How can someone like him compare with you? His health wasn't good to begin with, and after being exhausted and hungry all the way here, it's gotten even worse."
Su Qiao didn't dare throw Zhao