Chapter Fifty-Two: The Ferocious Orcs

Seeing the army constantly moving supplies, the nobles couldn't resist joining in, shoveling things into their own camps—grain, salt, arrows, leather armor—they took everything without hesitation. They didn't even consider how to transport these supplies to the trading city.

In the army camp of Da Yuan, the craftsmen accompanying the troops were directing the soldiers in the enthusiastic modification of horse-drawn carriages. They removed the wheels and nailed two long, wide wooden strips to the bottom of the carriages, creating a horse-drawn sled. Even more skillful craftsmen, following Qin Mo's instructions, pieced together simple sleds from several wooden strips and branches. Although small, these sleds were more than capable of carrying several hundred pounds plus a soldier.

As for Qin Mo, he was drinking with two close friends in his tent. Qin Yumu had already drunk quite a bit; the liquor from the official was too strong, and even Qin Yumu, who was at the Yellow Realm cultivation level, was finding it difficult to handle.

"Mozi... I've found the person you wanted, I guarantee he's the most... the most cunning smuggler... Don't worry, I'll make sure he leads you to the trading city... If you get lost... we have their families in our hands... you won't get lost..."

"Qin Mo, on your way to the trading city, no matter how the battle goes, you must protect yourself. You have exceptional talent and will surely achieve great things in the future. Endure for a moment, and you will gain for a lifetime. Remember this well." Qin Yuanze's words were even more telling, meaning that if you can't win a fight or if there is danger, you should run away as fast as you can. You will definitely be able to advance to the Earth Realm in the future, and the Realm is not impossible. At that time, the world will be so vast that no one will dare to bully you again.

"My father has been dead for two years, and there is still no news of my promotion to prince. If I desert this time, I am afraid I will be plotted against."

Qin Mo was somewhat downcast. Although he had killed He Jin, who had provoked him, thus dealing a blow to some people, he was still forced to go to the trading city. Circumstances were beyond his control, and he was not yet the Prince of Heng, so he still had many concerns.

"Mozi, Yuanze and I have communicated with our families. As long as you survive this northern expedition and do not surrender to the orcs, our elders will naturally stand up for you and reclaim your title of prince." Both Qin Yumu and Qin Yuanze's families are considered royal families, and Qin Mo's promotion to a higher rank is clearly a family matter of the royal family. It is only right and proper for their elders to bring it up.

"What are you two saying? Surrender to the orcs? A bunch of uncivilized savages, how dare you say such a thing?" Qin Mo was immediately indignant upon hearing Qin Yu Mu's words. What a joke, would she surrender to those savage mutants who live with wild beasts?

"You can't say that, Qin Mo. Every emperor of the Rakshasa Kingdom has been a brilliant strategist, and every one of them has submitted to the orc army," Qin Yuanze said, putting down his wine cup, straightening his expression, and speaking to Qin Mo word by word.

Qin Mo also straightened her attitude and said to the two men, "I've only heard some things about the orcs from Uncle Wu and Uncle Lin. They're savage, crude, and don't understand military tactics or formations. They just drive their bastard brothers to charge at us and let us kill them... Is that right?"

Wu Shengze and Lin Bo often told Qin Mo and his friends stories of fighting against the orcs, how, under Qin Lan's leadership, they always won with ease. Qin Mo had also doubted their words. If the orcs were really as incompetent and stupid as they claimed, how come they had been the greatest threat to humanity for thousands of years?

"I've never fought against the orcs myself. I've only heard that their low-level warriors are indeed quite stupid, and many of them are even in beast form, fighting only on instinct. But they have a huge number of them, and under the command of their high-level warriors, they can break through any formation without fear of death." Qin Yuanze was considered a formidable figure among the younger generation of the Great Xia Dynasty. He boasted of his skill in using formations and was a man of both literary and martial talents, yet he showed no arrogance or contempt towards the orcs.

"Your troops naturally think the orc army is easy to deal with... Your father killed the enemy's commander first, then wiped out all the enemy's orc warriors. Your troops have many cultivators, and after sweeping through the orc high-level warriors, the rest are indeed just stupid beasts..." Qin Yumu took a big gulp of wine and said enviously.

"Qin Mo, the Fusang warriors you brought this time are quite elite, but they have a fatal weakness compared to the other armies of your Dayuan: they have no cultivators. When facing them, you can't be as brave as your father and charge forward to take on half of them. If you get surrounded, you don't have the old prince's ability to fight your way in and out three times."

Qin Yumu was extremely troubled by Qin Mo's impulsive nature. He'd roll up his sleeves and fight at the slightest provocation; if provoked by orcs on the battlefield, he'd probably charge straight into the enemy's central army! He repeatedly warned him not to be impulsive. His two best friends wouldn't be leaving for the frontier until next year, so they couldn't really help in any way.

Qin Mo remained silent, simply raising his wine bowl to a solemn toast to his two friends, then downing it in one gulp. These two men, leading several thousand members of the Rao family's private army, couldn't act impulsively and could only secretly assist him, for which Qin Mo was deeply grateful.

Of course, Qin Mo was also muttering to herself, "Do these two think I'm a fool? I've memorized Chairman Mao's sixteen-character policy: 'When the enemy advances, we retreat; when the enemy retreats, we advance.' Take advantage if there's a chance, get lost if there isn't. I won't fight the enemy unless I'm absolutely certain. I'm destined to build a world where the sun never sets; my life is worth a lot..."

The North-Looking Gate of Ulan City was formerly called the North-Connecting Gate. When Emperor Zhaowu was the crown prince, he came to Ulan City for training and renamed this largest city gate, the North-Looking Gate. At the time, no one knew what "Looking North" meant. After Emperor Zhaowu ascended the throne, his series of actions made everyone understand... that the emperor had long harbored ambitions to conquer the northern wilderness.

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