Suddenly, a new notice was posted beside the mess hall. Cheng Yan dashed over and, in the blink of an eye, ran back. "Squad Leader, this is bad. We're short on troops this time, and tomorrow's battle is almost here. Any squads that still haven't made up their numbers will have to merge in pairs."
Xu Yi hadn't even opened his eyes when Zhong Wu scrambled to his feet, eyes wide. "Squad Leader, you can't let this one go. There are far too many cases of a useless general getting his whole army killed."
"How will they merge?"
Xu Yi sat upright and fixed his gaze on Cheng Yan, ignoring Zhong Wu.
How could he not fight for the position? A foot soldier who survived one battle was rewarded with one wish bead; a squad leader received two.
With his interests on the line, how could he not compete?
Cheng Yan was about to answer when another notice went up. He hurried over and back, then reported, "We're merging with Squad C. If either squad leader gives up the position, the other becomes leader. If neither gives it up, the military merit officer will decide."
As soon as Cheng Yan finished speaking, six or seven people hurried toward them. Leading the group was a young man with an abundance of hair. His shaggy head left only a pair of striking eyes visible; the rest of his features were hidden beneath the thick growth.
Zhong Wu and Cheng Yan both recognized them. They were from Squad C, and the shaggy young man was its squad leader, Cheng Lian.
"You're Xu Yi, right? We're all old acquaintances, and we know each other inside out. Your knack for staying alive is truly one of a kind. Cheng is thoroughly impressed. I'll spare you