Several days passed, but the heavy rain still had not stopped, and the conscript soldiers remained stranded in Daze Township, unable to move forward.
The county commandant escorting the convoy could not help but feel miserable. He bought some wine, intending to drown his sorrows and ease the grief of knowing he was about to lose his head.
In his haze, he saw someone walk up in front of him, seemingly cursing at him.
The county commandant did not want to bother with the man. He only wanted to wallow in sorrow alone.
But the man remained in front of him, spewing insults without pause.
The county commandant grew angry. He rose to his feet and began cursing back at the man standing before him, only to be shoved.
The county commandant flew into a rage. He drew his whip, kicked the provocateur to the ground, and began lashing him viciously.
What he failed to notice was that a large crowd had already gathered outside.
There, in full public view and drunk out of his mind, he was viciously whipping a unit commander with his riding whip.
And this unit commander happened to be one who was extremely well-liked.
The county commandant noticed this as well and immediately began to panic.
No. To preserve my authority in the convoy, I have to—kill this man!
Kill him first! Then pin some crime on him afterward!
With that thought, the county commandant pulled the bronze sword from his waist and prepared to chop at the unit commander's neck.
Yet the unit commander lying on the ground, enduring the pain of the whipping, revealed a sinister smile at the corner of his mouth.
That unit commander was none other than Wu Guang.
He sprang up abruptly, snatched the bronze sword from the county