"Xuancang, Xuancang..."
The people of Azure Creek Village shouted themselves hoarse, desperately trying to get close to Li Xuancang.
But their voices were drowned out by the roaring crowd, blocked by the other civilians. They couldn't move an inch and could only watch helplessly as Li Xuancang entered the city.
"No..."
Li Xuancang's figure disappeared completely, and the villagers sank into despair, as though all the life had been drained from them.
Li Xuancang returned to the military camp, where the soldiers had already received the news in advance.
"That kid really is lucky. He actually came back safe and sound."
Those who had previously made excuses and dared not go transport the grain privately marveled at Li Xuancang's luck.
They believed Li Xuancang had returned safely because he hadn't encountered Barbarians or Demons. Little did they know that Li Xuancang and his men had not only encountered Barbarians, but had fought a fierce battle against them.
"Ha ha ha, good!"
Zhou Xingzhan was overjoyed. Li Xuancang had completed the mission flawlessly, putting him in an excellent mood, and he had personally come outside the camp to wait.
As they neared the camp, Li Xuancang saw Zhou Xingzhan and several officers, immediately dismounted, and continued on foot.
When they approached the camp gate, the other soldiers saw the heads wrapped in strips of cloth hanging from their hands.
Almost every one of them carried one. No one came empty-handed.
"Look, what's that?"
"They look like heads."
"What? So many heads—did they kill civilians to claim credit?"
"..."
The soldiers recognized the heads Wang Xiaoniu and the others were carrying, and cries of alarm rose one after another.
Most assumed Wang Xiaoniu and the others had killed civilians to claim credit and earn merit.
Such things were not uncommon in the