Send Them on Their Way
For fuck's sake!
Li Bai had thought the two men, who'd come out swinging at each other, would keep at it, muster their troops again, and fight another three hundred rounds. He never would've guessed that after he casually made a suggestion, the two of them would seize the opportunity and actually call a truce.
It was hard not to wonder if their earlier life-and-death struggle had just been some kind of make-believe game.
The soldiers who'd died on the battlefield would never rest in peace!
Sun Fatty and the others were left dumbfounded. The two commanders' shamelessness had shattered their understanding of how low people could sink. They didn't seem like soldiers at all—more like politicians.
But no matter what, the two sides had agreed to a ceasefire, and the farm had finally been spared the ravages of war.
Even without any casualties, the farmland they'd worked so hard to cultivate was already a heartbreaking sight.
"A reward that satisfies me? Good. I'm very much looking forward to it!"
The Government Army Commander, Horani, raised the corner of his mouth.
The two exchanged a glance, then smiled knowingly at each other.
How could something like a bribe be called a bribe? It was just a transaction. As long as both sides were satisfied, they could act as if none of what had happened before ever took place.
"All right, then. Cheers!"
The rebel commander, General Abraham, raised his can of beer and clinked it against Horani's. They both drained their cans.
After tossing the empty cans aside, the two opened another, clinked them together, and took a long drink. Only then did they pick up their chopsticks again and dig into the hotpot.
Li Bai had prepared plenty of ingredients. Even though everyone else