After fleeing in disarray with the remaining soldiers into the nearby woods, Yun Zhe suddenly felt a chill of fear.

Leading infantry to charge cavalry—looking back now, it was practically suicide.

At the time, he didn't think much of it, but after seeing the soldiers' condition, Yun Zhe felt this even more strongly.

There were originally more than 300 people, but now only a little over 100 remain.

"grown ups"

"grown ups"

Calls of "Sir!" rang out from all directions. Yun Zhe scanned the entire room, but there wasn't a single person he could name. However, their eyes showed no sign of dejection; instead, they were filled with anticipation.

Yun Zhe cleared his throat. "I know everything. Kurman betrayed this country and killed our comrades. I will never forget this blood debt, and we will settle this score."

The soldiers' morale soared even higher. "Sir, Lord Mobik's body is in the south of the city, along with those fallen brothers... We think we must at least retrieve Lord Mobik's body..."

Yun Zhe waved his hand, signaling everyone to be quiet.

"Our first priority isn't revenge, but to quickly inform Arthas and Serena of this news," Yun Zhe said urgently. "They definitely won't let us go. They're not pursuing us now because it's dark and they don't dare search the forest, but once it's light, our advantage will be gone."

Yun Zhe's words resonated with some soldiers, but others disagreed. They were consumed by revenge, believing that death was no loss, but this vengeance was theirs to be exacted.

Yun Zhe glanced at those who looked defiant, most of them human soldiers. He couldn't help but become stern. "Anyone can charge in and grab a corpse, but if you only know how to charge but don't care whether you can actually get the corpse back, what's the difference between you and someone who doesn't charge in to grab the corpse at all?!"

Yun Zhe's gaze swept over them, and the soldiers avoided eye contact, not daring to meet his eyes directly.

"Moreover, your captain, Mobic, was once my personal guard, so my grief and anger are no less than yours. But I can control my desire for revenge. What about you?!"

“But sir, we have no way to escape. The enemy has cavalry, and they will definitely defend the bridge immediately. If they defend the bridge, we will lose any chance of escaping back. In a speed contest, we certainly can't outrun those cavalry,” a soldier shouted bravely. “So, it’s better to fight. At least there’s a chance to retrieve the bodies. We can’t let Lord Mobik hang on the city wall every day…”

Yun Zhe paused, then suddenly became angry. He knew that the chances of escaping back were slim, but it was still better than fighting head-on and dying.

"What's your name?" After a brief silence, Yun Zhe asked in a low voice.

"Sir!" Several soldiers, clearly friends of the speaker, nervously shielded him. "Sir, please don't take it personally. He's always like this... so pessimistic..." one soldier said urgently.

Yun Zhe coldly swept his gaze across the group of people. "Your name, and your name!" He pointed to the two people who had spoken in front of and behind him.

“Sir, my name is Sancho, I have no other name,” the second soldier spoke first. Sancho was a recent recruit; he, the young man Elke who had spoken earlier, and several others were actually in a mercenary squad. They had joined the army because they had no work to do. At this moment, he was actually very worried. He had only heard stories about Yun Zhe, this Aluru, but he had no idea what kind of person he was. The reason he spoke his name first was simply an instinctive desire to protect Elke behind him. As for the other meaning, he himself didn't know.

Yun Zhe turned his gaze to the first person, "And you?"

The surrounding soldiers watched the young man nervously, their hearts filled with unease. Although Yun Zhe was known for his approachable and easy-going nature, such blatant disrespect towards the magistrate meant that even the most good-natured magistrate wouldn't let him off the hook.

The young man was also quite frightened. He knew he was right, but at this moment he regretted his impulsiveness.

“My name is… Elke, and I don’t have a given name…”

Yun Zhe glanced at the soldiers around him; their attention was all focused on this spot. Then he nodded.

“Elke, what you said is very true, and your analysis is also very reasonable, but that is not a reason for you to act recklessly.” Yun Zhe paused, “The more desperate the situation becomes, the more we need to find a way to turn things around, instead of giving up and not fighting back just because we are in a desperate situation.”

"Elke, from now on you are my personal guard. You will follow me from now on. Do you understand?"

Elke's expression was priceless. He was stunned for a long time, and only after being pushed and teased by the people around him did he react. His face turned red and he didn't know what to say. After a long while, he finally managed to stammer, "Thank you, sir."

“Very good. Now, I’ll give you your first task: gather everyone together, organize them, and count the number of people.” Then Yun Zhe glanced at Sancho, “You, Sancho, will assist him in completing this task.”

The situation changed abruptly, catching everyone off guard. But it was ultimately a happy ending for everyone. Although no one quite understood the logic behind Yun Zhe's words, the result brought a sense of relief.

Elke and Sancho nodded in agreement and immediately prepared to begin.

"Sir, I am Valentine, a centurion of the mercenary group. I will do the census of the Aluru people." An Aluru man, clutching his shoulder, hopped over to Yun Zhe and said.

Yun Zhe glanced at his injured arm and still-bleeding calf, then shook his head. "Take good care of yourself. This time, the statistics won't be separated; they'll be counted together." Then Yun Zhe turned to Elke. "Did you hear that? Everyone will be counted, including the mercenaries!"

A hint of confusion flashed in Elke's eyes, but he still nodded in agreement.

"My lord?" Valentine asked, somewhat puzzled.

"In my eyes, there is no difference between Aruru and ordinary humans, so there is no need to count them separately. If you think it is necessary, I advise you to give up this idea."

Yun Zhe's voice wasn't loud, but it resonated deeply within Valentine's heart.

"There's no difference between Aruru and ordinary humans..."

Valentine's eyes were a little moist as he silently patted himself and retreated. The few Aruru mercenaries beside him also heard these words, and were overwhelmed with emotion, their gazes towards Yun Zhe now filled with gratitude.

Elke, who was not far away, heard everything clearly. He seemed to be thinking about something, and then he saw Yun Zhe's gaze sweeping over him. He couldn't help but nod repeatedly, giving up his idea of ​​still separating the work groups.

"You all stay here and don't move. I'll be right back," Yun Zhe said, ignoring the questioning looks around him, and left the forest.

"Mobik, I've come to avenge you," Yun Zhe thought to himself, quickening his pace.