Old General Jiang looked puzzled. "Nobody."
Could Young General Xianyu have been too impatient to wait?
That shouldn't be it.
Neither Xianyu Jian nor Lin Feng was the sort to act on his own initiative. Without orders from a superior, there was no way they'd make a move against the enemy camp early. Besides, the fire had first broken out in a direction far from where Xianyu Jian and the others were lying in wait...
Kang Shi stared at the enemy camp engulfed in flames as if he'd seen a ghost. "Nobody set it on fire, so Qian Yong's camp just caught fire on its own? Wait—" He suddenly remembered something, and his expression turned so awful it looked as if he'd swallowed a bowl of bitter herb paste.
His features seemed to have fled his face and gone wild.
Yu Zi mused, "He loses every bet..."
With Kang Shi's indescribably terrible luck, if something good came along, it would never fall to him. A night raid on the enemy camp—and one right beneath Nanyu County's walls, at that—had to have a success rate higher than fifty percent. What did that mean? A mountain of military merit.
But was Strategist Kang worthy of it?
Yu Zi's five casual words struck like knives, stabbing Kang Shi's heart until it bled. Gritting his teeth, he said, "Nanyu County, Nanyu County, Nan... You, the one surnamed Tan, just you wait! I'll deal with you!" It had to be his idiot cousin's handiwork!
"Hm? Is there someone surnamed Tan under Lord Shen?"
Old General Jiang's attention had wandered a little.
"Or is he some newly recruited talent Lord Shen found recently?"
The surname Tan was rather uncommon, and anyone Kang Shi kept bringing up had to be someone of considerable standing and ability. Old