A Conversation in the Military Tent, Death Benefits
In the early morning, the wind chimes on the eaves rustled in the cold wind.
The clothes drying indoors would occasionally be ruffled by the breeze that leaked in.
Strange, it seems a certain item from a local Southern Border region has disappeared.
I don't know if it was hidden by some clever thief, or if something went wrong somewhere.
The Ice Block still quietly reflected the Jade Phoenix God.
She didn't go to the military camp today; it seems her training has reached a crucial point.
That's strange.
"Why can't I upgrade?"
Stepping out of the side room, Little Li stored the Gilded Creation Seal into his System Space and fell into deep thought.
It turns out that when it comes to being aloof and cold, Monkey Brother is truly the strongest.
The Creation Seal wasn't applied again.
"Haven't I already mastered the Somersault Cloud?"
As Li Mo walked down the street, he casually bought a breakfast food from Southern Border and ate the fragrant and spicy flatbread.
He pondered as he headed towards the Greenwood Camp.
The Diamond Indestructible is actually perfect; it's just that its duration is related to his physical strength.
The Seventy-Two Transformations need no further explanation.
That's because of the Somersault Cloud?
"The true wonder of the Somersault Cloud is that it can cover vast distances in an instant, reaching a thousand miles in a single moment."
"I can only fly at this point; I'm far from perfect."
"It's not 'light' enough, and it's too far-fetched..."
Li Mo was having a brainstorming session when, halfway there, he suddenly bumped into a somewhat familiar figure.
Li Mo was taken aback and almost didn't recognize him.
The person before me was disheveled, his clothes tattered and blackened, but his eyes were bright and alert, carrying that familiar wariness and a strange, burgeoning sense of stealth...
Huang Donglai?!
"Donglai, your side hustle has expanded to the Beggar Sect' Sect? That's a really wide-ranging business."
"Brother Li? Cough, I didn't expect you to be in Greenwood City as well."
Huang Donglai's eyes lit up, then he smiled wryly:
"To be honest, Brother Li, I've been entrusted to deliver a military intelligence report to the Greenwood Camp. This is for the sake of convenience."
Li Mo nodded, the light in his Heavenly Mandate Divine Eye fading, and he smiled:
"So you were just a part-time messenger. I was thinking of you yesterday; I even refused the precious horse that Commander Qu offered me."
"???"
After all, there aren't many people in this world who remember him, and Huang Donglai was quite moved.
If he didn't hear the reason.
"Donglai, since the military intelligence will be delivered to Commander Qu anyway, and your intelligence is quite important, why don't you come into the camp with me?"
That's exactly what I was thinking.
Li Mo led Huang Donglai, and the two entered the Greenwood Camp together. The patrolling soldiers saw that it was Li Mo and proceeded without hindrance.
The Southern Border is Seventy-Two Transformations to a wide Beast Seed, and he didn't even get to demonstrate all of them yesterday, even though he was supposed to come back today to continue the military exercises.
Today, on the drill ground, Squad Leader and sergeants have already begun specialized training with their soldiers, and the entire camp gives the impression of being in full swing.
This scene, as seen by Huang Donglai, evoked a sense of impending doom.
"Brother Li, there may be fighting in Greenwood City soon. You should make plans as soon as possible and leave."
"Fighting?"
Li Mo was taken aback, and his brows furrowed.
There had been no war in Southern Border for many years, so why did it suddenly...?
He seemed to have vaguely considered something, his brows furrowed, and he did not answer Huang Donglai's question.
After a short while, the guards brought Commander Qu's reply and led the two into the central command tent.
Inside the tent was a sand table over three zhang long and wide, with a map of Greenwood City on it. This should be a military secret. Qu Sheng could have found another place to meet the two, but for some reason, he still chose this place.
Qu Sheng stood before the map and greeted the two men with a friendly smile:
"I heard from the guards that Young Hero Li's friend has some important military intelligence?"
"Commander Qu, this humble citizen Huang Donglai..."
Huang Donglai delivered the letter, and afterwards he felt a great weight lifted off his shoulders.
Li Mo was curious about what this so-called military intelligence was, but it wasn't something he felt comfortable asking about; his heart was heavy.
He noticed that Qu Sheng's expression was becoming increasingly solemn.
"Please sit down."
Qu Sheng invited the two to sit down and personally poured them tea:
"This letter is very important. Thank you so much, sir, for traveling so far and risking your life to deliver it. No wonder you are a friend of Young Hero Li."
After saying that, he looked at Li Mo again and took a deep breath:
"Let's go, let's leave Greenwood City."
Li Mo, holding a teacup, hurriedly asked, "Is the battle in Greenwood City very serious?"
Qu Sheng stared blankly at the map, no longer concealing his exhaustion.
"These past few days, I have used the art of Art of War to calculate the battle situation many times. At first, my chances of winning were only 30%, but it wasn't until you, Young Hero Li, appeared that my chances of winning exceeded 50%."
"Until I saw this letter today."
"Yes, I knew this battle would happen. A few days ago, I planned to let you and the Young Marquis leave together, but at that time, in order to increase our chances of winning, I kept my words to myself."
"I truly cannot bear to see my brothers and the Prince, who built Greenwood City from nothing, reduced to ashes..."
"..."
Li Mo fell silent for a moment.
Why did Qu Sheng know in advance?
Heavenly Jade.
He's not stupid; he just hasn't experienced war.
"And what about you, Commander? If there's no chance of victory..."
"Just as an earthenware pot is bound to break at the well, a general is destined to die on the battlefield."
Qu Sheng filled their teacups:
"Actually, I should have died many years ago when I accompanied the Prince to slay that Sinister Crocodile."
"You two are different; both of you are Hidden Dragon talents, young heroes, with a vast world awaiting you in the future."
"Let's go, or we won't be able to leave soon."
Qu Sheng wearily bowed to the two men.
Silence fell again in the tent, and the sound of the wind outside the window was particularly piercing.
At this moment, Huang Donglai said again:
"This letter was given to me by a scout on his deathbed; he should be under the command of the Greenwood Camp."
A bamboo plaque was placed on the table.
"Young Hero Li, the person you're looking for is here. There's nothing more for you to worry about here."
They left the central command tent.
Huang Donglai asked in a low voice, "Brother Li, are you alright?"
"I... let's go, let's go get Lu Yi's pension."
Li Mo shook his head, his gaze fixed.
He only dreamed of achieving great feats and becoming awe-inspiring on the battlefield.
But the military license plate, placed right in front of me, was so glaringly obvious.
Yes, just as a clay pot is bound to break at the well, a general is bound to die on the battlefield.
Isn't it normal for war to involve bloodshed and death?
He had never met this soldier named Lu Yi before; helping him send the pension home would be enough to fulfill his good deed, wouldn't it?
But if...
Was this war started because of him?
About ten minutes later.
The two arrived at the quartermaster station, which was also a tent.
Upon seeing that the military token had been collected, the quartermaster laid out a series of copper coins.
"Young Hero Li, that's all."
"That's all?"
"There was indeed a regulation in the imperial court that the death penalty in battle would be twelve taels of silver, but we are far from the emperor's reach here, and the soldiers' salaries were paid by the Prince himself..."
Thirty or forty copper coins, each one polished smooth and shiny.
It reflected the boy's pale face.