Chapter 43: Raid the Enemy

Training, reward, reorganization.

Those still salvageable were treated with all possible care; those beyond saving were given a merciful end.

War is this cruel.

Deng Ken led his troops to rest in Exeter for a day, then marched eastward with the reorganized force of over two thousand six hundred men, drawing near to the Saxon-occupied Dorset region. Whether it was because the two great victories had rekindled the Britons’ courage to resist the Saxons, or because Deng Ken’s legend was further spreading, more and more

“Thank you, Lord of the City.” Lang Hongxiang did not fully believe it—perhaps the Lord of Cangming would lend aid, but he certainly would not place Xiao Yue Valley at such high priority. Still, he could not refuse; as long as the Lord of Cangming offered assistance when needed, that would suffice.

Xia Zhen noticed the scouts had been out a long time—clearly they had put in real effort. He then felt at ease and began crossing the river.

Less than three days later, over a dozen corpses hung outside the labor camp gate, a warning to the hired workers not to cause trouble.

“Auntie, what’s wrong? Why this? You’ve never wronged us.” Long Kun hurried over, helping her up and comforting her.

He stood motionless by the lotus pond for a long while, then his figure vanished into thin air, as if evaporated—anyone who saw it would have thought they encountered a ghost.

Chen Yan took it slowly, feeling a little embarrassed. Since meeting, knowing, and falling in love with Li Huang, she had spent no small amount of his money—she didn’t even know how much of his pocket money he had saved for her.

Xiao Yaxian responded and stepped out. Long Junyi moved aside, lit the dragon’s blood incense burner, and moments later, a faint smoke rose, filling the room with an unusual fragrance.

He kicked the wolf-headed corpse. Seeing it no longer moved, he immediately swung the Flame Blood Blade, slashing at its head. He didn’t know whether Li Ren was too exhausted or if the blade had dulled—he chopped three or four times before severing the wolf-headed creature’s head.

Now it was clear: Grandfather must have agreed to let me buy the car after Mother persuaded him. Besides, he’s grown old—he supports me buying a car. In the future, if I fall ill or attend some event, having a car for pick-up and drop-off will be so much more convenient.

“There’s a formation inside—likely a teleportation array—but it can only transport ten or so people at a time,” Yu Fu, who had arrived first, told the others. The space inside was small, capable of holding ten to twenty people.

Zhao Zheng smiled and withdrew his gaze, just as he was about to look elsewhere—he realized the performance in Linjiang City had ended, and everyone in the courtyard was staring at him.

Zhou Tai sat on the chair, expressionless, staring at his phone screen; the colorful online comments seemed like omens of his plan’s success.

Seeing this, Xia Yi was desperate to rush over and help, but he himself was utterly unable to break free.

Back at the regimental headquarters, Song Qi had inexplicably not returned yet. Ling Ju went to the mess hall, got food, warmed it in the pot, then went to pack their luggage for Yangcheng.

Now it was clear: he had to set an example for the city’s grain shops, or else grain prices would keep rising.

Yet the entire sixth floor was eerily quiet—so quiet you could almost hear the flow of the Han River; no one spoke.

Then she poured the saltwater, soaked for a full day and night, into the soil and stirred it into slurry. This made the plain mud more adhesive.

During the mission in the chaotic region, Lin Fan had already demonstrated astonishing alchemical skill. As one of the world’s only Celestial-grade alchemists, they had long wanted to collaborate with Lin Fan to have him craft pills.

Zhou Qingqing suddenly understood: Master Qingfeng had traveled with their Master on a tour two years ago; his disciples and grand-disciples were unfamiliar to her.

If the opponent resorted to despicable tactics and he was unprepared, he would easily suffer losses. After Lin Dehai’s warning, he naturally became more vigilant from then on.