Chapter 9
"Ezhong, step forward!"
"Simao, step forward!"
"Qu Tong Liao, step forward!"
……
Every time he said a name, a person would walk out of the crowd. As for those who didn't come out, the old soldiers of the Breaking Ranks who still had strength would use their bronze swords or spears to collide with each other, their expressions sorrowful.
Yun Zong read out nearly a hundred names, but only less than sixty of them actually appeared in front of him.
His expression was calm. After handing the letter to the one-armed old soldier, he walked to Zhang Zhi, who was the first to call out his name.
Originally, Zhang Zhi's face was filled with ecstasy, but when Yun Zong walked in front of him, the eyes of this old soldier whose hands were still bleeding turned red.
He looked at the calm Yun Zong and opened his mouth, but nothing came out.
In the end, bean-sized tears flowed out, accompanied by a sentence:
"Lieutenant!"
"Yes."
Yun Zong raised his hand and slapped him.
It wasn't much strength, but the old soldier's face was visibly swollen.
Then, Yun Zong said,
"Qiyue Wuyi!"
The old soldier's face was swollen, and he cried out loudly,"
" Together with you!!!!"
He shouted himself hoarse.
At this moment, everyone who was slowly gathering shouted in unison,"
"The king raised his army and repaired my spear. We share the same hatred!"
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The weapons collided with each other, producing the sound of metal clashing.
"Leave and live on."
Yun Zong's voice was calm, and the old soldier was sobbing.
"Yes…Commandant!"
Then, Yun Zong walked to the second person.
"Ezhong."
"…Lieutenant! I…I don't want to leave! I want to stay and live and die with everyone!”
Yun Zong didn't say anything. He slapped him again and said,"
"After this slap, you will have nothing to do with my Breaking Ranks Camp. Qiyue Wuyi!"
Ezhong did not cry, but the veins on his temples bulged. However, facing Yun Zong's calm eyes, he finally sighed and said in a hoarse voice,
"With you…"
Everyone drank again.
"The king raised his army and repaired my spear. I'll work with you!"
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Then, Ezhong took the initiative to stand together with Zhang Zhi, while Yun Zong came to the third person.
One after another.
Yun Zong seemed to have forgotten that there was still a king's envoy in the military tent behind him. Just like that, with a slap, a ballad, and a farewell, weapons were exchanged.
Finally, after the last person covered his face and knelt on the ground sobbing, Yun Zong did not even look at these people and said to the others,
"The three months have passed. You have sufficient military merits. Tomorrow, you will leave and return to the central army to report.”
"Respected Lieutenant!"
"Yes, the rest of you, warm water to treat your wounds, cook…rest early.”
When Yun Zong walked into the tent, the others looked at the old soldiers who seemed to be both sad and happy. Some of them went over to kick them, signaling them to get up and eat quickly. Some of them pulled up their robes and patted their shoulders, their faces filled with joy and sadness...
Zhang Han stood beside them, looking at them with bloodshot eyes.
……
"Lord Lieutenant is indeed different.”
Yun Zong walked in with a numb face and heard a woman's voice.
His drooping eyelids slowly lifted, and after taking a glance at the other party, he returned to his calm state. Then, he took off his clothes by himself, not avoiding the suspicion of men and women. He took off his shirt in front of the interested woman and patted the golden wound medicine that had been used for many times that day on the long wound on his chest like baby powder. Then, he sat in front of the charcoal fire expressionlessly.
At this moment, Zhang Han walked in with a water jug. The moment he saw the woman, he was stunned for a moment before his eyes filled with vigilance. However, he did not say much. After placing the water jar on the brazier, he quietly waited at the door. He stared at Yun Zong's bleeding wound with a worried expression.
The woman wasn't angry. She just looked at Zhang Han's expression and suddenly chuckled under the veil.
"Lieutenant, your deputy seems to be very concerned about you.”
Yun Zong raised his head and looked at Zhang Han.
"Does the esteemed envoy have any orders to convey?”
"Orders? Naturally, there are orders."
She slowly walked to Yun Zong's side and bent over to look at him, not caring about the snow-white skin on her chest.
Unfortunately, Yun Zong never looked at her.
This made her a little bored.
Then, the woman boldly took out a fragrant scroll from her chest."
"One of these is General Wang's order, and the other is Lord Wu 'an's letter. Which one do you want to read first?”
The woman's eyes revealed a hint of playfulness.
"How dare you!"
Zhang Han shouted and tightened his grip on the sword at his waist.
"No worries."
Yun Zong opened his mouth to stop him, but Zhang Han said warily,
"My lord! This demoness is a member of the Yin-Yang School. She has red hands and black armor…Are you the demoness who is known as the next Great Si Ming of the Yin-Yang School's Fire Sect?!”
"Oh? It seems that General Zhang knows a lot."
The woman's eyes became more playful, but Yun Zong did not say anything more. He only reached out his hand.
"Give me the order."
"Hehehehe ~"
The woman smiled and handed the scroll and letter to Yun Zong.
The fragrance surged in.
(There's still time at 12 o'clock.)
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