bestfiction Chapter 195 Let's not go up
Chapter 195 Let's not go up
Since Xueyan didn't come, no one was really checking the situation of the two teams. Once the team captains counted off, everyone was there, so they decided to leave first.
The daylight in the wasteland melted a little, but then froze again at night. By now, it had long lost the loose texture of snowflakes and had become like ice on the ground.
The crater created by the powerful lightning strike a month ago is still clearly visible in the sky. Several generals from Huling County stand at the bow of the thunder ship, their faces full of anger, like volcanoes about to erupt.
The new recruits of Huling County suffered heavy casualties, not because of their poor combat abilities, but because...
"I always thought you people by the Night River were just not combative, but I didn't expect you to be such good-for-nothings. You couldn't even seize such an obvious opportunity. You're even dumber than those little demons."
Indeed, many of the warriors from Huling County were valiant assault team members, all of whom died in the warehouse, simply because the Nightfall River stronghold cultivators sitting on the great formation were so indecisive, constantly spouting phrases like "plan before you act," "sufficient reconnaissance is the guarantee of victory," and "establish a firm foothold before advancing"...
"The lads of the warehouse are all dead! They died because of your incompetence. You bunch of insects, how many years has it been since you went to the battlefield? A bunch of useless trash, you can't even handle a small-scale battle commanding Qi Refining stage soldiers? Go back to the cookhouse and carry the big pots."
The leading general of Huling County was furious, while the various strongholds along the Yelan River simply replied, "There is a difference between you coming here by invitation and you coming here against your will."
For a fleeting moment, several high-ranking officials in Huling County even thought that these guys were deliberately delaying reinforcements in order to wipe out their elite troops.
But their troops also seem to have suffered heavy losses.
"You'll be facing a military court. No matter what, the number of casualties this time is too high, and you, the organizers, must bear the main responsibility."
Those people didn't even look at him.
The cold wind howled, chilling even the most passionate men to the bone.
It also gave Young Master Yan a headache.
Looking at that unusual team, Young Master Yan knew that it was very likely the team that had caused their mission to fail, and his heart was filled with mixed emotions.
He desperately wanted to slaughter this team a hundred times over, preferring to kill the innocent rather than let the guilty go free, and he had to search every inch of their bodies before he would stop. However, the more he did, the higher the risk of being exposed.
If he could do this openly and honestly, would he need to hide in a crowd and have his subordinates do the work?
But if we let these people go, even if we find an opportunity to kill them later, what if they hand over or hide the items now?
Young Master Yan was caught in a dilemma. He sent a message to the Yan family's mole in the upper echelons, telling them that as soon as this team started handing over their points, they had to find a way to take their storage bags directly.
He stared intently at Yue Kaishan and his men, whose faces were contorted in pain. These people...
Chen Dahai was the best at putting on an act. He already had a bitter look on his face, but after recalling his tragic life and thinking about his future, he immediately became overwhelmed with sadness.
Xuan Jing was actually wearing an iron armor mask with a layer of skin on top; once he put on a sad expression, just leave him alone.
Surprisingly, Yue Kaishan acted very well, but Chi Tong couldn't hold back and could only try his best to maintain an expressionless face.
After observing for a while, Young Master Yan made up his mind to... have someone follow them.
If the other party makes it to the points system, then things will be much easier. If not... then they'll definitely have to sell their stolen goods on the black market. He knows the black market all around here like the back of his hand, and some of them are owned by the Yan family.
On the other side, Zhong Ming quietly asked Matt, "Old Matt, are you guys going to hand over the points?"
"Of course we won't pay. How can we pay when we're short one person? How can we possibly compete with the other teams?"
If they hand it over, and their identities are checked, wouldn't the fact that Zhong Ming and Chi Tong switched teams be exposed?
“I have several cartloads of fodder.”
"Oh, so you're lucky... wait, what are you going to do with that stuff?"
"No, I seized it. It was smuggled over by some guys from the north. In Yunzhou, only the official plantations in the secret realm produce it. Can you think of a way to get some information for me about the production and quality of this secret realm?"
"Why do you need to know this?" Matt found it strange. Was Cuihong trying to... compare and judge the quality of his spoils? Was he planning to make a fortune on the black market? Even the satiated grass wasn't worth much.
Matt, who had been standing with his hands on his hips, casually put his hands behind his back after hearing Zhong Ming's words, flicked his fingers, and tossed a talisman over.
Looking into the distance, I hope someone will bring out the Feast Grass.
Countless soldiers were seriously wounded, and countless others fell. Those on the city wall fared better; as long as they weren't killed instantly, their comrades were willing to rescue them. It was the assault team that was truly wiped out.
On the wasteland, rows of soldiers stood, their bloody aura filling the sky. Human blood mixed with the blood of countless demonic beasts rose into the air, and even those sitting in the thunderous behemoth high in the heavens could smell it.
Beneath the grand formation, the great cultivators cleared away all irrelevant people. With a thought, the earth trembled, and a brown boulder platform rose from the ground.
A refined and cultured scholar slowly descended, and on the high platform stood a large bronze drum.
The scholar smiled slightly, and when he spoke, his words were like warhammers striking a war drum, spreading far and wide.
"The points tally ceremony for this Secret Realm Trial shall now begin!"
As expected, Young Master Yan was determined to compete for a higher ranking, and countless of his subordinates handed over their spoils to him.
Hmm... nominally it's the spoils of war won in a duel...
The scholar stamped his foot, and all the torches on the high platform lit up, illuminating a road leading to heaven. The teams that were confident were eager to try.
Matt sighed and whispered, "It's really frustrating. I think we could have fought for our share."
"Don't be angry, guys. We've already recouped our losses from Nanyangzi." Mentioning this, everyone couldn't help but smile. Nanyangzi was quite far away from them now, so if they really saw him, they might as well put on another show.
Look, this kid has burns and scalds, all done by us. Aren't you happy? He's not only alive, but he's completely lost face!
Nanyangzi might get so happy that he'd send Matt some more things, and then the group would divide the spoils in the dark room with sinister smiles.
"Let them fight for the points. We're just watching the show and broadening our horizons."