Chapter 47
"Yunzong."
For the first time, Yu Lan did not address him as Lord Lieutenant.
"Yes."
"You're entering Zhao tomorrow, right?"
Yun Zong, who was staring blankly at the wooden basin, nodded.
"Yes."
"In other words…starting tomorrow, the war will officially begin, right?”
"The war has already started. It's just that for us, the war has only just started.”
Hearing his words, Yu Lan wiped her tender white feet with a sackcloth. She stepped on her brocade shoes and took the initiative to walk to Yun Zong's side. She fiddled with the charcoal fire on his behalf to make the tent warmer.
"Then…what do you need me to help you with?”
"Help me?"
Yun Zong looked up at her and shook his head.
"Just take care of yourself. The two hundred disciples of the Yin-Yang School are the only way the army can deal with the martial artists. Although there was no such thing as Jianghu in the battle formation, they were afraid that these people would come and cause trouble at the critical moment. So, you just have to take care of yourself first.”
"... Okay."
Yu Lan's face no longer had the frivolous charm from before. After nodding obediently, she held the linen cloth and said,
"Is the water cold? I'll help you wipe it."
She stood in front of the head of the family with a towel in her hand, just like countless other women.
Unfortunately, Yun Zong refused.
"No need, I'll do it myself."
"I don't want to."
“……”
Seeing that the woman had rejected him and was even throwing a tantrum, Yun Zong paused for a moment and sighed.
"I'll do it myself. Go back and rest."
Yu Lan didn't say anything and just stared straight at him. The two of them were like chickens in a fight.
In the end, Yun Zong compromised. He lifted his foot and was held by the blood red hand. The woman used a somewhat unfamiliar technique to help him wipe one hand and the other. After taking a final look at Yun Zong, she said with a flushed face,
"Then…I'm going to rest."
"Yes."
Yu Lan held two wooden basins in her hands and walked out.
Yun Zong watched as her back disappeared through the curtain. His eyes were a little dazed, and some emotions that he shouldn't have had actually appeared.
Unfortunately, to this world, he was not a returning person, but a passerby.
He forcefully shook his head and threw these emotions to the side. He did not even take off his clothes and directly lay down. Not long after, even breathing sounds could be heard.
……
The next morning, Yun Zong woke up immediately. After washing his face in silence, he lifted the curtain and saw that soldiers had already gotten up one after another to clean up the camp and cook.
He didn't say anything. He turned around and put on his armor, carrying the bronze sword that hadn't drunk blood for many days on his back.
He could feel that this sword was transmitting a bloodthirsty desire.
Unfortunately, he simply ignored it.
If a person couldn't even control his own weapon, he might as well not use it.
After packing up his armor, Yun Zong received the military order from the camp.
The cavalry was in front, and the camp was behind them. They went straight into Zhao. No one was left alive.
Seeing the order, Yun Zong nodded to Zhang Han expressionlessly. Everyone started to move and began to walk along the mountain path towards the territory of the Zhao Country. The weather had been cloudy for two days. Finally, white snowflakes appeared the moment Yun Zong left the camp.
"Hah ~"
Immediately, Yun Zong let out a sigh of relief. Looking at the ball of white gas that was quickly dissipating in front of him, he tightened his cloak and followed the messy horseshoes on the ground, heading into the territory of the State of Zhao.
……
" The Qin army is attacking! Ah!“
"Kill them!"
"Quickly report to Milord! Release the pigeons!"
"Light the beacon!"
"Hold on! Hold on! Ah!"
……
The Zhao army, which was less than a battalion, was directly destroyed by a wave of charge. Not to mention igniting the beacon, even the messenger pigeons that flew out were stung to death by the crossbow-wielding cavalry.
Meng Wu looked at Meng Tian, whose face was covered in blood, and nodded."
"Let's continue forward."
"Honorable order!"
There was no father or son on the battlefield, so Meng Tian quickly accepted the order and left.
When the Breaking Ranks arrived, there were only headless corpses in the camp.
"Hiss ~~"
Yun Zong heard a large number of gasps coming from behind him. He turned his head and saw that most of them were disciples of the Yinyang School. They were looking at the scene in front of them with pale faces. Some of them were even retching.
Looking at the quality of this group of people, a trace of worry flashed across his eyes.
These people…had never seen blood before.
So what if his martial arts were good…
Without further thought, Yun Zong instructed Zhang Han,"
"Take the supplies away."
"Yes."
Just as Zhang Han was about to leave, Yun Zong said,"
"Send a few people…to check on those Yin-Yang School people and tell them the method we often use to suppress vomiting.”
Hearing Yun Zong's order, Zhang Han was stunned for a moment before nodding."
"Yes."
"Yes, I am. Let's continue forward."
Following his order, the soldiers of the Breaking Ranks, who were already used to the tragic scene before them, glanced at the group of Yin-Yang School disciples and chased after them with large strides.
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