Chapter 295

The soldier guarding the tent moved his face, but his body didn't move. Then Zhao Pan's voice also came out: "Let him in."

He Lingchuan walked in with big strides and found only He Chunhua and Zhao Pan in the tent.

Were they the ones arguing? "Old man, what happened?"

He Chunhua took a branch from his hair: "I was just exchanging some insights with General Zhao." Covered in sand and dirt, where did this kid go to make himself look like a mud monkey? "Winning and losing are common matters for military strategists, but disasters shouldn't involve family members." Zhao Pan didn't stand on ceremony with this father and son, "Chief He, what you did is a bit underhanded."

Disasters shouldn't... involve family members? He Lingchuan was startled, what did the old man do?

"They plundered the people of Xiazhou and killed the children of Xiazhou; you want me to talk about morality with these invaders?" He Chunhua sneered slightly, "General Zhao, you are pedantic."

"Morality is not useless." Zhao Pan said in a deep voice, "You kidnapped Hong Chenglue's wife; he will surely treat you with all means."

"He hijacked my food supplies and harassed Xiazhou, and even your front-line operations were greatly affected; doesn't that count as using all means?" He Chunhua shook his head, "Military affairs are about deception. As long as you can win, what wouldn't the Xunzhou people do? Look at Hong Chenglue, he used more than a hundred of his own wounded soldiers as bait to throw at me, borrowing my hand to kill these burdens; what kind of good person can he be?"

During the last exchange, he knew it like the back of his hand.

He sneered again: "General Zhao, the 'no-war' flag you erected in front of the camp, I think it's just a facade. The Xunzhou people will attack if they want to, and they won't keep this agreement with you!"

"Hong Chenglue is doing his duty, although he blocked your and my way." Zhao Pan felt he had been as subtle as possible; he originally wanted to say "ruined your face." This Chief He is a clever person and has ability, but he loves face and merit. Hong Chenglue burned half of his food, and he wanted to find a way to make up for it every moment.

Otherwise, his prestige would be damaged, and it would be difficult to govern the people or deal with the four major families after returning to Dunyu.

"I don't want Hong Chenglue to cut his own throat." He Chunhua laughed, "Besides, the person has already been caught, how can there be any reason to give up?"

He Lingchuan understood: "Old man, did you find Hong Chenglue's wife?"

He Chunhua asked him for a comb a few days ago, and he didn't think much of it; so that was the purpose.

Hong Chenglue hid his wife properly before fighting. The old man really has means; with just a comb, he could find A-Jin.

He Chunhua nodded: "Why?"

He was a bit displeased in his heart. Is the eldest son also going to oppose him? "Nothing." Being in the military, obeying the orders of superiors is a duty. No matter what He Lingchuan thinks in his heart, he can't go against He Chunhua on the surface.

Especially in front of an outsider like Zhao Pan.

He Chunhua snorted: "It's a good thing I brought you out this trip." If the second son had followed the army, his heart would have softened.

He stood up and said to Zhao Pan: "I have made up my mind, let's do it." After saying that, he walked out with his head held high.

He Lingchuan had no choice but to follow him and ask in a low voice: "Old man, how did you catch her?"

"Some unrefined tracking techniques." He Chunhua said lightly, "Catching her, we can be considered to have turned from passive to active."

They had always been in the light, and the enemy in the dark. He Chunhua was sure that the spies sent by Hong Chenglue were still wandering near the front line, continuing to monitor his group.

Zhao Pan's opponent is the Xunzhou army, while Hong Chenglue is staring at him, He Chunhua.

Heh, can't bear it! He Lingchuan wanted to speak but stopped, but in the end, he didn't say anything. The person had already been caught, and the arrow was on the string; the old man was determined to get things done.

After going out, the personal guards opened umbrellas to send the two back to their tents.

The river water outside was muddy yellow, and He Lingchuan had no choice but to take a bucket of clean water from his storage ring to wash away the mud and sand from head to toe, and then change into clean clothes. The whole army was probably the only one as extravagant as him, using drinking water to take a bath.

After the adventure in the Panlong Desert, he had developed the habit of hoarding water and food. Anyway, the storage ring was big enough to support it.

It was windy and rainy outside, and there was nothing to do anyway, so he simply sat cross-legged on the chair and entered meditation.

I don't know if it was because of the realization from practicing the blade in the waves, but his true power ran through several cycles more smoothly than before.

Cultivation is like this; the path can be deepened slowly over time, but the improvement of the realm depends on opportunity and understanding.

That is mysterious and profound, indescribable and unclear.

That's why strong people like General Hong and Xiao Maoliang advocate actual combat, establishing the path in the midst of life and death.

This meditation lasted for two hours.

When he finished his work, He Lingchuan heard the sound of wind and rain outside becoming even stronger, almost drowning out the shouts of the soldiers, as if tents had been blown away.

He took out a raincoat, put it on, and walked out.

Just as he stepped out of the tent, raindrops larger than soybeans exploded all over his face.

The Hanhe River water was already very surging. No matter how much he realized the "Wave-Slaying" blade technique, if he jumped down now, he would immediately become "Wave-Rolled," and there would be no aftermath.

In the wind and rain, all the soldiers were busy.

The personal guards told He Lingchuan that the water spirit said the flood season of the Hanhe River was about to arrive early. It was no longer safe here, and the entire camp had to move to higher ground.

Breaking camp is not an easy task, especially in such bad weather.

Especially since there was a team of wild bulls.

When the wind and rain came, some bull demons were startled and needed to be pacified, and they had to be mobilized to move together.

Bull tempers are not easy to deal with.

The only good news is that it's impossible for the opponent to take a boat across the river at such a time.

He Lingchuan turned his head and suddenly saw a civilian carriage.

The carriage was very simple, without a carriage box, and only covered with cloth curtains on all four sides. In such a big wind and rain, the cloth curtains were instantly soaked and stuck together. So He Lingchuan saw hay piled on the carriage, and a person lying on the hay, covered with a quilt.

The driver whipped the two horses pulling the carriage forward, but the carriage wheel happened to get stuck in a stone crevice, and no matter what, it couldn't be pulled up.

He Lingchuan walked over, lowered his body, grabbed the carriage wheel, and said to the driver: "I'll help you."

While the driver whipped the horses, He Lingchuan exerted true power on his arms, and with a combined force on both sides, the carriage wheel stuck in the crevice was suddenly lifted up, bringing out a stream of muddy water.

The carriage could move forward again.

He Lingchuan looked up and saw the person on the carriage also looking at him, and very politely said "Thank you."

It was a woman, her face pale, her hair and quilt soaked by the cold rain.

At this time, a soldier pushed an old woman over and drove her to the side of the carriage: "Watch her well, don't be lazy!"

The Yuan army retreated more than fifty zhang from the shore and re-established the camp.

Actually, it would be safer to be further away, but Zhao Pan didn't dare. He still had to guard the riverbank and guard against the opponent crossing the river to seize the beach.

The Hanhe River is a natural barrier; once broken, the Yuan army would be passive.

That civilian carriage was also pushed into a military tent to be settled. This tent was very narrow and small, barely enough to cover the carriage, and could not be compared with the ones used by He Lingchuan and others.

But there were many soldiers guarding around, and He Lingchuan recognized that these were all from the food transport team, belonging to his own side.

The old woman taking care of the woman went to find a towel to wipe her face, and He Lingchuan walked to the carriage, lowered his head, and looked at her: "Are you Hong Chenglue's wife, A-Jin?"

The corners of her mouth curved, like a smile or not, and then she sneezed.

He Lingchuan walked out of the tent and called the old woman over: "Change her into dry clothes and a dry quilt; lying like this will make her sick."

The old woman seemed a bit reluctant, but when He Lingchuan glared, she had to pout and say: "There is no extra quilt."

He Lingchuan glanced at Shan Youjun behind him, who understood, went out for a turn, and didn't know where he got a dry quilt to send over.

He Lingchuan walked out, leaving space for A-Jin to change clothes and quilts.

After a quarter of an hour, the old woman walked out and said: "It's done."

He Lingchuan sent her to boil hot water, walked in himself, and saw that A-Jin's condition was much better than before. But she didn't smile, just looked at He Lingchuan and said: "What do you want?"

She discovered that this young man had a high status in the army.

"Just to make you feel better." Everyone has a heart of compassion; he was facing a paralyzed person.

A-Jin said slowly: "No matter what you want to do, you won't succeed."

"Oh?" He Lingchuan was curious, "What do you think we want to do?"

"That Chief He said he wants Hong Lang to retreat and leave." A-Jin smiled weakly, "This is impossible; you are also in the military, you should know that military orders are like mountains."

He Lingchuan crossed his arms: "I'm curious, did he resign and hang up his sword for you?" Understanding Hong Chenglue a little more would be more beneficial for future battles.

The smile on A-Jin's face faded, and she remained silent.

"You have lived in seclusion in Bai Lu Town for many years; why did he break his oath at this time?"

"It's for me." A-Jin blinked, "The Beijia National Teacher promised to find him a medicine that would allow me to stand up again."

He Lingchuan frowned: "Not for himself?"

"That kind of medicine, even if we return to the Beijia Nation, is not so easy to get."

"I heard from the old woman that you are Chief He's son?" A-Jin looked at him and said gloomily, "People like you probably haven't suffered our hardships, right?"

He Lingchuan didn't say anything.

Indeed, he hadn't, in either life.

"When Hong Lang and I were young, we escaped from a man-eating village, fought wild dogs for food, and were kicked off a cliff by others; we survived nine deaths before climbing up." She said slowly, "At that time, he hoped to grow up and have power so he could live a good life. But he resigned and moved to Lingzhou, moved to Bai Lu Town, and we realized that there is no seclusion in this world, only struggle. For commoners, just living requires all their effort."

In chaotic times, human life is like grass, and even the suffering of the common people is so insignificant and not worth mentioning.

Her eyes were plain, filled with sorrow: "If it were you, wouldn't you want to go back and regain power?"

He Lingchuan pondered for a long while before asking her: "Do you think he won't agree to Chief He's conditions?"

A-Jin looked up at the top of the tent:

"I don't know, I hope not."

If Hong Chenglue retreats from Xiazhou, he is disobeying the orders of his superiors.

He Lingchuan chuckled twice: "It seems he is also a person who follows the trend."

"What does this mean?"

(End of chapter)