Chapter 1417: The Well-Trained Soldiers

Qingyang Shuo, sitting inside the Horse Carriage, could not help but let out a laugh. Interesting, interesting.

It had been a long time since he had seen such an interesting matter.

In his own city, to be pointed at by guns held by Indians he had gathered himself.

And to be ordered about...

The Coachman outside the Horse Carriage, however, looked at this Indian with cold eyes and shouted sternly: "Are you all crazy? You dare to block even his carriage?"

"Hurry up and move aside, do not delay our entry into the city!"

It would have been fine if he hadn't said this, but as soon as the words left his mouth, the Indians blocking the city gate quickly chambered rounds in the guns aimed at them.

The Indians looked at them with cold eyes; if they made any untoward moves, they would open fire immediately.

However, looking at their attire, they should also be Longyan people, and among them were some wearing the Longyan military uniforms he often saw in Yun City.

This made these Indians somewhat suspicious.

But the order they had received was that no matter who came to Yun City, as long as they did not have General Qin Zhangfeng's seal, they could not enter the city; it was the same for everyone.

Regardless of whether they were Longyan or not.

Those who followed Qingyang Shuo also raised their guns and aimed at these Indians.

The two sides stood in a standoff.

Qingyang Shuo poked his head out from the Horse Carriage to look at the scene, laughed, and signaled his men to lower their guns.

The Coachman frowned deeply, glanced at the Indians who were murderous toward them, and whispered to Qingyang Shuo: "Sir, one look at these Indians and you can tell they have no good intentions. Let's lower our weapons first; if by any chance..."

The Coachman gestured toward the Indians who were holding their guns aimed at them, as if to say that if they lowered their guns, they might be killed.

Qingyang Shuo, however, waved his hand indifferently. He signaled the Longyan troops he brought to lower their guns, then asked loudly: "May I ask if you are acting under General Qin's orders not to allow outsiders into the city?"

Upon hearing the name Qin Zhangfeng, the Indians were slightly stunned, but they answered irrelevantly: "If you don't have General Qin's seal, you are not welcome here!"

The guns in the Indians' hands remained raised, aimed at them, and did not lower even a fraction because of the compromise on Qingyang Shuo's side.

Qingyang Shuo nodded quite satisfied, inwardly praising that the soldiers trained by Qin Zhangfeng were good.

The discipline was strict, and the execution of policies was very earnest.

Qingyang Shuo took a piece of paper from his sleeve, which bore Qin Zhangfeng's seal, and handed it to the Coachman.

The Coachman understood Qingyang Shuo's meaning and, with a look of disdain, shoved the paper Qingyang Shuo had given him toward the group of Indians.

He said arrogantly: "Take a good look at what is written on this!"

The Indians took the paper and looked at it for a few moments. They were currently learning the Longyan language, but they knew very little; several of them looked at it repeatedly but did not know what was written on it.

However, they recognized the General Qin seal stamped on this paper.

After seeing this seal, the leading Indian finally relaxed his heavy face, signaled the guards to lower their guns, and apologized: "I am very sorry. When General Qin left, he instructed that anyone wanting to enter the city must have his seal."

"I did not know you were honored guests; it was rude of me. I am very sorry." The Indian bowed apologetically.

The Coachman tilted his head and snorted, with an attitude of looking down on others.

This scene fell into the eyes of Qingyang Shuo. He glared at the Coachman, and the Coachman shivered at the look from Mr. Qingyang Shuo, feeling cold inside.

Qingyang Shuo was usually kind to others, but when facing those who bullied the weak, it was another sight entirely.

The Coachman hurriedly backed down. Qingyang Shuo said indifferently to his Coachman: "They were only fulfilling their duty; what makes you feel you are superior?"

Qingyang Shuo's calm gaze fell upon the Coachman.

The Coachman looked over, hurriedly wanting to defend himself, but could not say a word.

"I... I..."

This scene fell into the eyes of those Indians, and this action of Qingyang Shuo silently earned their approval.

"Behave yourself."

Qingyang Shuo dropped this sentence and returned to the Horse Carriage; the Coachman did not speak further.

Qingyang Shuo's voice came from inside the Horse Carriage: "Enter the city."

The Indians opened the city gate for them.

Qingyang Shuo, accompanied by these Indians, arrived at the City Lord Mansion of Yun City.

The current City Lord Mansion had not yet finished construction; it was just a few small wooden huts, enough to live in.

"Sir, would this be inappropriate?"

Qingyang Shuo shook his head, looked at the small wooden huts, and nodded very satisfied: "Let it be here. A mountain need not be high; it is famous if there is a spirit. A lake need not be deep; it is magical if there is a dragon."

Those who followed did not say anything more; since Qingyang Shuo had made the decision, they could not say anything else.

But the expressions of the few Indians who accompanied them inside were very ugly. They pointed at the wooden huts, which were not dilapidated but simple, and said: "This is our City Lord's place; you cannot live here."

Qingyang Shuo smiled and said indifferently: "From now on, I am the acting City Lord of your Yun City."

"When your General Qin returns, this City Lord position will be handed back to him."

Hearing this, the Indians stared at the white-haired old man with very unkind eyes, and the little remaining goodwill they had for him vanished completely.

He actually dared to open his mouth and want to replace the hero in their hearts, Qin Zhangfeng!

To be the City Lord of Yun City, they would not agree!

"What right do you have to be the City Lord of Yun City? Our City Lord is General Qin, not you."

The Indians pointed at Qingyang Shuo's nose and cursed; in short, it was three words: you are unworthy!

The attendants beside Qingyang Shuo saw these Indians being insolent and immediately stared at them with unkind eyes, their hands unable to resist the guns on their backs.

"Do you know who you are talking to? Even if it is the one you..."

Qingyang Shuo suddenly interrupted his words, instead smiling at this Indian, took out the paper from before, handed it to him, and said: "You take this letter to the Strategist here; they will understand as soon as they see it."

The Indian understood Qingyang Shuo's meaning and took the paper. The Strategist he referred to was the Deputy City Lord here.

He was also a Longyan person, named Li Cheng.

He was very good to them. The Indian squinted at Qingyang Shuo, his face full of vigilance.

"Go on, give it to him to look at, and you will know what is going on."

"We are here and cannot run away," Qingyang Shuo said with a smile.

The Indian thought about it and realized it was true; there were only a dozen or so of them, and they were currently in the city, so these few who wanted to replace General Qin and become City Lord could not possibly escape.

"You few stay here and watch him; I am going to find the Deputy City Lord right now."

The other few Indians nodded, immediately watching the dozen or so of them with vigilance and caution.

Another Indian immediately took the note and ran quickly toward the Deputy City Lord, Li Cheng.