Unable to Live in Peace

These few men were clearly out of place among the other Zuyue Army soldiers. The soldiers behind them looked at the county magistrate's corpse on the ground and said,

"Eldest Brother, what do we do?"

The armored man frowned and said nothing. He reached out, intending to take the sword from the county magistrate's hand, but could not pull it free at first. Though the county magistrate was already dead, his fingers still gripped the sword tightly. Only after prying them apart did he finally remove it. Then he untied the sword sheath from the magistrate's waist, returned the longsword to its sheath, and held it in his hand.

The man glanced at the state of the city. Amid the clamor everywhere, panicked shouts and weeping had already begun to rise.

"When we get back, gather the brothers. We'll find a way to leave this place of trouble and strife. Going back to be mountain kings would be better than staying here."

"Eldest Brother, we're not going to win merit and establish our name anymore? Isn't this a once-in-a-thousand-years opportunity?"

The man behind him cried out in surprise. The man holding the sword stood up.

"Though so many troops have a Commander-in-Chief, they are merely an alliance of different factions, each minding its own business. They boast of a million men, yet they are chaos itself. How many are nothing but a rabble driven by profit? Aside from the hundred thousand troops directly under its command, the imperial court does not even distribute provisions to the rest. They were all recruited independently... They may not necessarily defeat Great Zhen."

"But there are so many Witch Doctors and Immortal Masters!"

The man hesitated, but ultimately shook his head.

"I don't understand the affairs of immortals. Besides, those immortals... Forget it. Let's