"I said Xiong Er, you don't understand this?"
Xiong Da crossed his arms across his chest, smiled and shook his head.
"Master Zhao didn't prepare a banquet at all."
"With those things, if they dare to eat a grain of rice from Mr. Zhao today, Mr. Zhao can come to their house and eat a cow the next day."
"Hahaha." Xiong Da seemed to have remembered something funny.
"Remember that banquet for Master Huang, right?"
"That time, Mr. Zhao prepared four dishes and one soup for him. As a result, the next day, Mr. Zhao took the entire county government to Master Huang's house to eat for a whole day!"
"Remember, remember!"
Xiong Er patted his head, suddenly realized, and laughed:
"I remember Master Huang scolded him for three days and three nights, saying that he had never seen such a stingy person before!"
"Stop that silly smile." Zhao Yuanzhou's voice came from outside, "You are strong, go out and work with me!"
"Coming..." Xiong Da Xiong Er responded and trotted out in a hurry.
A few days later.
Just as Zhao Linchuan said before, Star Luo Empire really took advantage of the Heaven Dou Empire's national mourning period to launch a sneak attack.
The border was full of flames and smoke, and the shouts of killing shook the sky and the earth.
Like a pack of hungry wolves, Star Luo Empire's cavalry pounced on the Heaven Dou Empire, who was still attending the funeral for the old emperor.
Xue Ye, who had just ascended the throne, was sitting in the Golden Palace. Before his buttocks got hot, he received an urgent document from the border.
Without saying anything, he immediately asked Spirit Hall for help.
The result obtained is: Pope Qian Xunji is out on patrol, Holy Maiden Bibi Dong has no right to mobilize the elders.
Xue Ye sent several letters asking for help, but each one fell silent.
With no choice, the two sides started a protracted battle over Jialing Pass.
Jialing Pass is located at the junction of the Heaven Dou Empire and Star Luo Empire. The terrain is difficult, easy to defend and difficult to attack. It is the last barrier to the southern gate of the Heaven Dou Empire.
Star Luo Empire's troops gathered at the pass, their camps stretched for dozens of miles, and their flags covered the sky and the sun.
Heaven Dou Empire's defenders stayed at the pass. Arrows rained down and rocks rolled like thunder. The two sides were in a stalemate and suffered heavy casualties.
At this moment, Han Xiao is sitting in the military camp.
The tent was very ordinary, just made of ordinary canvas, and could barely keep out the wind and rain.
The light in the tent was dim, with only an oil lamp swaying an orange flame in the corner, casting the shadows of several people on the canvas wall, sometimes getting bigger and smaller, flickering on and off indefinitely.
More than a dozen taxi soldiers in armor were looking at him eagerly.
In the past few days, under the leadership of Han Xiao, they have fought bravely to kill the enemy, and each of them has at least one kill.
Han Xiao charged forward, and the soldiers followed him, fighting to the death. No one flinched, and no one escaped.
It can be said that the hundred-man team led by Han Xiao was one of the teams that suffered the fewest casualties and killed the most enemies on the entire battlefield.
But the problem is... they have achieved military success, but the rewards have not been sent to them.
On the contrary, those teams whose military achievements were far inferior to theirs got the rewards first.
Money, food, cloth, wine and meat were transported into the camps of those teams one after another, but Han Xiao's centurions did not even see a copper coin.
A veteran sighed, with a sense of seeing through the vicissitudes of life, as if he had long been accustomed to it.
There is a scar on his face that stretches diagonally from his brow bone to his chin, which is ferocious and eye-catching.
The veteran shook his head and said bitterly:
"Brothers, don't make things difficult for Bai Chang."
"Like us, he comes from a poor background and has no powerful backing behind him, so the rewards will naturally be slower."
"What do you mean?"
On the other side, a younger taxi soldier asked doubtfully.
"Isn't Baichang Soul Master?"
"Does Soul Master still need support from others?"
"You don't understand this, do you?"
The veteran responded, spat on the ground, wiped the corners of his mouth with his sleeve, and continued:
"Although Baichang is Soul Master, there are not a few Soul Master like him in the military camp."
"Many of our Star Luo Empire armies are not directly under the jurisdiction of the imperial court, but are privately owned. This general belongs to a certain marquis, that commander is a retainer of a certain Duke, and the people below also benefit from it."
As he spoke, he glanced at the curtains of the tent and lowered his voice.
"But private property belongs to private property, and wartime rewards come from the imperial court."
"Those of them with backgrounds will naturally get the reward before us."
"Okay..."
Han Xiao pressed his hand down to stop the veteran from continuing.
"I will find a way to negotiate with the superiors."
"You all go out to eat. Don't crowd around me. There may be fighting in the afternoon."
"When the time comes, please be more alert and don't lose your life."
"Then Master Bai, let's leave first."
Everyone stood up one after another, bowed their hands towards Han Xiao, and then filed out.
The sound of footsteps and the collision of beetle leaves mixed together and gradually faded away.
Han Xiao was the only person left in the camp.
After everyone left, Han Xiao let out a long breath, leaned back on the chair, and looked up at the roof of the tent.
The canvas fluttered slightly in the wind, making a whirring sound, as if mocking his weakness.
He originally thought that Star Luo Empire was a place that relied on strength and didn't have so many twists and turns.
He thought that as long as he was strong enough, killed enough enemies, and had outstanding military exploits, he could make a name for himself here.
But now it seems that there is no essential difference between the Star Luo Empire and Heaven Dou Empire.
Where there are people, there are rivers and lakes. Where there are rivers and lakes, there are factions. Where there are factions, there is injustice.
This reminded him of Chen Feng, that boy who had managed to get into the position of general just by being good at drinking.
The reason why they fought so smoothly this time was all because of Chen Feng's secret effort.
The two armies faced each other. Chen Feng's troops and Han Xiao's centurions met head-on. The two looked at each other and understood each other tacitly.
Chen Feng ordered an attack and shouted loudly, but his taxi soldiers rushed forward slower than a turtle.
Han Xiao retreated here, running faster than a rabbit.
The battle ended with zero casualties on both sides, but the battle reports read "a great victory."
"Ha..." Han Xiao smiled bitterly, with a bitter look on the corner of his mouth.
He shook his head, stretched out his fingers, and tapped his knees twice.
Nowadays, he is the worst off among the four brothers.
Chen Feng became a general, Zhao Yuanzhou became a county magistrate, even Shi Lei is better than him, and now it seems that he has been transferred to build some big ship again.
What Star Luo Emperor is about to die soon, and he wants to send a fleet to sea to find some life-extending medicine.
"Forget it, let's find ways to improve ourselves first..."
Han Xiao shook his head and threw those distracting thoughts out of his mind.
He stood up, stretched his muscles, and then sat down cross-legged, closed his eyes, and began to practice Soul Power.