bestfiction Chapter 301 The Drunkard's Camp
Chapter 301 The Drunkard's Camp
Upon hearing this, Zhong Ming exclaimed, "Great idea! Last time I was thinking of peeling off the merfolk's scales to make armor, but unfortunately, I couldn't continue because the recruit assessment was over. This time, I must succeed!"
Mermaid, hmph.
Unbeknownst to them, Zhong Ming exuded an inexplicable aura, causing those around him to pause in surprise.
"Ahem, newcomer, relax. Fighting the Flame Wolf Army is much easier than fighting when you were a recruit. We can just listen for the noise from behind. It won't be easy for those guys to get around us. We're in the middle of several artillery battalions. If they want to launch a surprise attack on our rear, they'll have to break through the Shield Guard battalion next door first."
Seeing Zhong Ming's unusual expression, the old soldier assumed he was frightened. He offered a few words of comfort, then fetched a new cup, wiped it with a cloth, and handed it to Zhong Ming.
"Here, have a sip to calm your nerves."
"No, I don't have the habit of drinking before taking action." Zhong Ming declined. He should have a drink out of politeness, but... we have a backup plan.
"Hey kid, you're not giving me any face." The group of drunkards quickly started shouting, and squeezed over with their cups, as if each of them wanted to pour a little from their own cup into Zhong Ming's cup to make it full.
Zhong Ming paused slightly before saying, "However... I know a master brewer at the Golden Core stage. If I go there, I might be able to get some good wine."
Upon hearing this, the eyes of the people present widened in astonishment.
"Brother, are you serious?"
"Hey, am I drunk? I think I heard a big pie falling from the sky."
"It's not just a pie, it's a gold pancake!" The group stared at Zhong Ming expectantly. Zhong Ming smiled slightly and took out a pot of wine.
He couldn't remember which time he had saved it, but there was some left over.
Everyone rushed forward. The female cultivator was the furthest away, but she was the fastest. Like a swift female leopard, she used all four limbs to leap across several tables and chairs. In just a few breaths, she reached Zhong Ming and quickly opened the wine flask, taking a deep swig.
"Hey, watch out!" Zhong Ming was startled; the female cultivator's stance made it seem like she was about to pounce on him, and he involuntarily took a few steps back. "When I took this bottle, my cultivation level was still low, and it wasn't very useful to you all..."
"Good wine, really good wine." The female cultivator looked intoxicated. From this angle, apart from the two terrible scars on the left and right sides of her face, her face was actually quite regular. Especially in this posture, it was somewhat...not very elegant.
She didn't care about any of that. She poured herself a glass and drank it all in one gulp. At the same time, she pushed the wine pot behind her, and the pot of wine slid down the table.
Zhong Ming stated that he absolutely did not underestimate the quality of this wine, which could only mean that... the wine these people were drinking was really of poor quality.
A faint blush rose on the female cultivator's face, unlike the blush she had when drinking alcohol; this was a sign of being filled with spiritual energy.
She lightly leaped off the table, landing steadily in front of Zhong Ming. With lightning speed, she tiptoed and planted a quick kiss on Zhong Ming's cheek.
"I won't drink your wine for nothing, so feel free to ask for anything." After saying that, she lazily stretched in front of Zhong Ming, and her feet, which were as steady as an old tree, "suddenly" became unsteady, and her whole body "slumped" towards Zhong Ming.
Zhong Ming instinctively wanted to back away, but after raising one foot halfway, he relaxed and lowered it again.
I'm not at a disadvantage, so why should I run away?
Even if we assume the worst, all my treasures are in the storage stone dentures, so I don't need to worry about her stealing my storage bag.
She bumped into Zhong Ming's hard chest. Judging from the degree of facial distortion, she was not in a good mood, but judging from the corners of her mouth, she was very happy. It felt like she was not hugging Zhong Ming, but hugging a large wine vat that could spray out fine wine forever.
She hugged Zhong Ming tightly around the waist, rubbing against his clothes with a look of ecstasy.
The others behind her were used to it and argued about how to divide the drinks, completely ignoring her.
Zhong Ming stared blankly at Captain Hong Wenchou, his eyes seeming to ask, "Aren't there any normal people here?"
The captain returned a knowing look, "You'll get used to it eventually!"
The exchange of glances between the two grown men ended there, because Zhong Ming could already hear soft snoring. The girl in his arms had actually fallen asleep "happily," just... sleeping like that?
Zhong Ming never imagined in his life that he would have the potential to be a body pillow.
The first few people finished their drinks, smacked their lips and licked their tongues, still wanting more, and began to "loudly plot".
"I feel that my camp has gained another godfather today."
"No rush. Let's ask the pretty girl later if she's found this guy's storage bag. We'll find a chance to steal some. I feel like there's still some wine in his storage bag. When he beats us up, we'll see how good he is. If he can beat us up, I'll acknowledge him as my godfather."
"You keep thinking about it, I'll go ask him if he's taking in personal guards."
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Zhong Ming turned around and wanted to leave.
I think I should go to the maintenance department; they're definitely more reliable than this place.
He turned to leave, as if he had made up his mind.
The captain grabbed his arm; his resolve was no less than Zhong Ming's.
“Hey, Brother Cuihong, come, come, sit down first. Don’t worry, these guys are cowards. As long as they keep talking big here, they definitely won’t do it. I know them too well.” The captain pulled him down to sit, completely ignoring the fact that there was a sleeping woman in Zhong Ming’s arms. With the pull, the female cultivator “adaptively” adjusted her position, her arms moving like flexible snakes over Zhong Ming’s body, wrapping around his neck and sitting sideways on his lap.
The others crowded around, each trying to find topics to chat with Zhong Ming, selectively ignoring the "pretty girl's" behavior, as if she were just a big red flower around the neck of a new recruit.
The agonizing time passed slowly, and when Zhong Ming heard the bugle call to break camp and retreat, it felt as if a century had passed.
"Alright, alright, everyone wake up, let's break camp and get going!"
Captain Hong Wenchou immediately sprang into action, reaching out to pull the large tent. He apparently triggered some mechanism, and the entire tent was pulled down and instantly stored in his storage bag, transforming the place into an "open-air tavern" where the scorching summer sun shone down on everyone.
"Let's go, let's go, come on, everyone, pull your legs back." Liu Sandao swept his leg across and kicked the legs of several people under the bench, then placed one hand on the table and took away the wooden table.
With each blink of an eye, a large amount of supplies disappeared.
In just a few breaths, this place became an open space.
Then....
The girl in his arms patted Zhong Ming's bottom and took away the bench he was sitting on.
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