Chapter 751: The Feeling of Life and Death

In the chaotic battle, he still controlled his strength precisely; the skinny one only injured his skin and flesh, and his tendons and bones were unharmed. After returning to the stronghold and applying medicine for a few days, he would be fine.

This guy was slippery; there were flying arrows and missiles everywhere, and soldiers with red eyes, but he was still fine, only his face was smoked black.

This was also the skinny one's basic operation.

He even heard the skinny one's exaggerated "Danger" shout, and saw the resentful look the skinny one threw at him after being hit by the arrow.

That meant, you have to pay more.

"Good, good," Wen Daolun was pleased, and asked He Lingchuan again, "After getting the intelligence from inside Longchuan, what do you plan to do?"

The construction of Yuheng City was not a one-day task; Commander Xiao had worked hard here in the early stage, doing military systems, scale, mobilization, setting various rules, and bringing the team to initial shape.

The foundation had been laid, and the rest depended on He Lingchuan.

"The biggest trouble in Longchuan is that the interior is too chaotic, with more than fifty bandit gangs," He Lingchuan said slowly. "Even if we destroy the Qianjin Stronghold and the Lu Family Gang, we are just helping other bandit gangs eliminate competitors. If we just use troops to suppress them, I'm afraid it will be like pressing a gourd to let a ladle jump up, impossible to eradicate."

Not to mention the complex terrain in Longchuan, with water and land intertwined, it was the home field of water bandits.

Large equipment wasn't easy to use there, and He Lingchuan was not optimistic about entering with the strength of the Yuheng Army now.

"I look at the intelligence sent back by the secret agents; although there are many bandit gangs in Longchuan, they have been able to maintain a delicate balance in the past. This should be the result of years of games between all parties," He Lingchuan threw a peanut into his mouth. "But after the Xiji remnants entered Longchuan, this balance seems to have been broken."

Panlongcheng destroyed Xiji too fast; several Xiji generals refused to surrender, so General Hong led troops to destroy them one by one. Their remnants retreated into the Longchuan territory to become bandits, resting and recuperating while waiting for an opportunity to retaliate.

They were foreign monks who could chant scriptures, but the original bandit gangs in Longchuan thought that a strong dragon couldn't suppress a local snake, so didn't both sides have contradictions? "So it's not just the Xiji territory that is turbulent, the interior of Longchuan is also very chaotic now," Wen Daolun asked him, "Do you have a plan?"

"We have to exert strong pressure on Longchuan," He Lingchuan thought for a while. "Let them fight each other first."

Wen Daolun chatted with him for a while and then left the restaurant.

He Lingchuan was about to walk back when he suddenly stood still, looking at the shadows behind the courtyard.

"Who?"

A figure walked out slowly, raising his hand to brush away the falling hair by his temples.

It was Sun Fuling.

He Lingchuan smiled: "Why is the Master here?"

"The whole city is celebrating for you, how can I not come?" Sun Fuling took the wine glass from his hand and took a light sip. "How does it feel to command troops to win a great victory for the first time?"

He Lingchuan was used to working alone, and the Xushan plan was basically completed independently. Even in the foreign wars of Panlongcheng, he was at most a Mobile Corps Commander, leading a hundred or so people in action.

To issue orders that were followed and to lead an army to face the enemy like this was truly the first time in his life.

"Refreshing, especially refreshing!" He Lingchuan exhaled a long breath, not pretending to cover it up. "Thousands of troops under my command, pointing where to hit—it feels like, like..."

He couldn't think of a suitable description for a moment.

Sun Fuling smiled slightly: "Great power in hand, life and death in one's grasp?"

"Correct!" He Lingchuan snapped his fingers. "The Master knows me!"

Can let people live, can let people die, can also let people live worse than death. This feeling was truly fascinating.

No wonder his father He Chunhua fought for his life to climb up; no wonder Hong Chenglue could endure the hatred when meeting He Lingchuan, the son of an enemy, at the Dunyuan auction; no wonder National Master Qingyang and National Master Shuangye had to fight to the death for more than a hundred years...

Power, it really is a good thing.

It lets you look down on the world, controlling the destiny of all living things. This peak experience far exceeds all happiness, and ordinary people can't even understand it, while he felt it first in Yuheng City.

Sun Fuling covered her mouth and laughed: "With only a few thousand people under your command, you are so proud; if thousands of troops listen to your orders in the future, how arrogant will you be?"

He Lingchuan sighed: "Where would I get thousands of troops?"

"Man proposes, God disposes," Sun Fuling said leisurely. "Haven't you already completed many impossibilities?"

He Lingchuan's heart stirred at her words, looking down at her.

What did she mean by "already completed impossibilities"? "The old Xiji land is not short of people or good land; if you and Mr. Wen can manage this place well, are you afraid of not being able to recruit thousands of troops?" Sun Fuling gathered her hair. "It's too late, I'll go back first; you eat and drink slowly."

"I'll see you off." Yuheng City won a great victory tonight, and there were all kinds of people outside. There were also many street loafers.

Although He Lingchuan couldn't say who would be unlucky if those guys met Master Sun, the etiquette between boyfriend and girlfriend still had to be there.

Sun Fuling gave a light laugh, and sure enough, didn't object.

He Lingchuan went back to greet his subordinates and left. He Lingchuan smiled and said: "Whoever dares to make another sound, even if it's a sneeze, will run five laps around the city tomorrow!"

The laughter stopped abruptly.

Just kidding, the area of the new city was not small; running five laps around the perimeter would tire people to death.

Seeing his subordinates silent as cicadas in winter, He Lingchuan bowed to Sun Fuling: "Please."

The laughter stopped abruptly.

Just kidding, the new city was not small; running five laps around the perimeter would tire a person to death.

Seeing his subordinates trembling with fear, He Lingchuan turned back and bowed to Sun Fuling: "Please."

Little thing, couldn't he handle them?

The two walked away under the watchful eyes of the soldiers.

Taking advantage of Sun Fuling not paying attention, He Lingchuan secretly popped three cloves into his mouth. This was another name for the clove fruit, and it was spicy and bitter the moment it entered his mouth.

He held the clove not to sober up, but to mask the smell of alcohol.

This stuff had the effect of freshening breath, but neither the Panlong Wasteland nor the Western Ji Nation produced it; it had to be shipped in via the southern trade route, so it was expensive.

The two walked and chatted, laughing and talking happily.

Walking from the restaurant to their residence, they had to pass by the city gate. After a few hours of commotion, most residents couldn't hold on anymore, yawning continuously while heading back to their rooms to sleep.

The city gate tonight had not yet been closed because the cleanup work on the battlefield outside was not finished, and logistics soldiers were still going in and out.

The weapons and armor being transported in were in bundles, all stripped from the dead, including arrows that had to be recovered in real-time. These war supplies could not be wasted carelessly.

Sun Fuling grabbed a long arrow, and there was still a bit of blood on the arrowhead that hadn't been wiped off: "After today's lesson, how long do you think the Jin Tao people can stay quiet?"

"They wanted to give me a show of force, but ended up getting a heavy blow themselves." He Lingchuan pondered, "Knowing that Yuheng City is a tough nut to crack, they won't dare to organize a large-scale siege for at least two or three months, but I don't rule out other means."

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