Chapter 1020

Lü Bu's character and morality have been condemned by countless people throughout history, yet no one denies his combat prowess.

And the opposite of his morality is his subordinate Great General Gao Shun.

This is a Fierce General who even Cao Cao sighs over with regret.

He abstains from alcohol and bribes, devoting himself to military discipline and building a career, forging the Three Kingdoms era Infantry elite unit, the Assault Camp, and creating countless glorious battle records.

Unfortunately, he backed the wrong side, needlessly sacrificing his life.

The two words 'Assault' were, in that era, also a synonym for advancing without hesitation.

For Cui Ying to be able to devote himself to his comrades to this extent, in Chen Wuji's mind, he can rightfully claim the two words 'Assault'.

"Deputy General thanks the lord for the favor!"

Cui Ying's face was full of excitement; taking advantage of the moment he lowered his head, he fiercely wiped his eye sockets twice.

A man's tears are not easily shed, but today in this situation he really couldn't hold them back.

Having spent half his life in military campaigns, he has seen countless dirty deeds and witnessed countless schemes of power struggles and profit-seeking.

Yet they, coming to Nan Jun as low-ranking infantry, serving under Chen Wuji as soldiers, felt the greatest fairness and warmth in the world; under such a lord, the grievances they suffered in the first half of their lives felt all the more tragic, and not crying would truly suffocate them inside.

Chen Wuji patted Cui Ying's wrist, saying, "Take the two words 'Assault' with you; you must also inherit the will of the ancient Assault Camp, and preferably surpass them!"

Cui Ying instantly straightened his back, this easily blushing man let out a fierce low growl: "Please, lord, rest assured; I will not disgrace the two words 'Assault', nor fall behind the ancient Assault Camp, so that when later generations mention the two words 'Assault', they will think only of us, not the ancient Assault Camp."

"Fine ambition!" Chen Wuji shouted loudly.

"Come, I'll substitute coarse tea for wine and toast to all of you! My grand ambition rests on you all."

The soldiers in unison raised their rough sea bowls.

Wushuang and the other mid-army officers lagged slightly behind; they hesitated, unsure whether they should drink this bowl of tea, as if those words didn't include them.

"What are you hesitating for? Laborers toast to all of you!" Chen Wuji noticed Wushuang and the others' actions and snapped angrily.

Wushuang and the others quickly straightened their faces, but a hint of joy secretly appeared on their faces.

With these words, today's scolding feels quite worthwhile.

"Cui Ying, I now give you two choices: return or stay in the mid-army. You are the army's first unit to receive an official designation number; I give you this choice, you decide for yourselves." Chen Wuji said.

Cui Ying instantly felt embarrassed; he hesitated a moment and said, "Lord, may I ask the soldiers' opinion? This matter is really not easy for me to decide alone."

"Sure, go ask."

"Yes!"

Cui Ying hurriedly gathered the soldiers together.

A group of people muttered and discussed for a while before Cui Ying hurried over, saying, "Lord, everyone wants…… to go back. The mid-army is indeed good, but there are too many strong warriors, our chances to earn merit are relatively low; we just received our designation numbers, our hearts are hot, and we're eager to go out and kill enemies to achieve merit."

"What you say is somewhat smooth-talking." Chen Wuji glanced at Cui Ying, "but since I've left the choice to you, even if you give no reason, I will still approve your decision."

"However, you cannot go back now; you must teach this bunch of guys your fist technique—any problem? You're passing your fist technique to so many comrades-in-arms; I suppose there shouldn't be any other transmission conditions, right?"

Cui Ying nodded repeatedly, "Replying to lord, there is no problem at all."

"My subordinate's fist technique is a family inheritance; my grandfather's dying wish was for me to promote our family's fist technique, but martial artists worldwide practice only renowned and prestigious styles, they simply look down on our family's fist technique. My fist training hall operated for two years, and due to truly having no students, I was forced to make a living and thus joined the army."

"If the lord is willing to give me a chance, I'm overjoyed beyond words; how could I dare impose any conditions? This wouldn't be crushing me, would it?"

Chen Wuji laughed heartily, "Those martial artists are blind, unaware of the power of your Cui family fist technique; let your comrades-in-arms promote it for you!"

"Yes!"

"For these days you will stay here, teaching fist technique to the mid-army; in as little as one month, as many as three, once the mid-army soldiers have learned it passably, you may return."

"Yes!"

……

That very day, Cui Ying assigned the soldiers of the Assault Camp and began teaching the mid-army's various battalions his family's inherited fist technique—unwilling to give it a name.

This name was left by the ancestor who founded this fist technique in the Cui family, and he also left a LastWords with an extremely high motherly sentiment, ordering that no descendant dare change the name of the fist technique, otherwise he would block the path to the underworld, and no descendant would dare to be reborn; they would all have to wander the earth as ghosts.

The harshness of the LastWords makes Cui Ying feel resentful whenever he recounts this origin.

Chen Wuji also understands why the Cui family's fist technique, though truly powerful, has no fame and can only be passed down within the family; those who learn it would feel truly embarrassed to speak of it outside.

Inherited fist techniques already have few followers in this world, and yet they ended up with such a ridiculous name.

After the arrangements were settled, Chen Wuji left, but Wushuang, Guo Songbai, and a few others furtively gathered together.

"Gentlemen, do you still remember the lord's words: 'Whoever offends our mighty Han, no matter how far, shall be punished'?" Guo Songbai, who had pulled the few together, asked in a lowered voice, furtively.

"Of course we remember; how could we forget such an inspiring statement? Is there any problem with this saying?" Wushuang asked.

Guo Songbai gave a scoff, "I say, Great General Chen, your ears are empty indeed! 'Whoever offends our mighty Han'—what are we? Our court now is Da Yu, and Nan Jun is not called Han."

Wushuang frowned, then suddenly realized, "I get it now—Nan Jun will henceforth be called Han Jun; the lord is preparing to rename it, Han Jun… indeed sounds better than Nan Jun."

Everyone was speechless.

"Great General Chen, I think your recent mountain climbing and wall-facing meditation hasn't had much effect; why not add a few more days?" Guo Songbai patted his forehead and said helplessly.

Wushuang nodded solemnly, "I was just thinking the same."

Everyone: ……

"Great General Chen, do you think it's possible the lord isn't intending to rename Nan Jun to Han Jun, but rather to rename Da Yu to Han?" Qin Yu said in a low tone.

"I agree!"

……

Guo Songbai shook his head, "Gentlemen, I think we should stop here; having it clear in mind is enough."

Everyone nodded.

"Wait a moment, the lord just mentioned that sentence; he must be giving us a hint—we need to figure this out." Qin Yu stopped the few, "These preceding and following sentences are likely what the lord wants us to achieve."

"But this…… is truly not easy." Guo Songbai said.

"Nonsense, making the whole world hear our designation number and surrender with folded hands—that's definitely difficult." Qin Yu cursed, "What I mean is, how do we achieve this point?"