"Company Commander..."
Shang Zuo, Lin Tong, and the others stopped and stared blankly at Shen Qian, who was walking out of the military camp alone.
"Are you... are you alright?" Tian Guanglei couldn't help but ask.
Shen Qian looked too normal; not only was his complexion rosy, but his clothes and armor were also spotless, making him look extremely eerie.
"What could possibly happen to me?" Shen Qian tossed the rope in his hand to Wei Le. "Go back."
Wei Le instinctively tried to catch it and pull it forward, but he couldn't budge it at all. Instead, he was pulled back and stumbled.
"Holy crap, how much stuff is that...!"
He glanced back at the mountain of carts and was secretly alarmed.
At this moment, the soldiers of the Ninth Company, who had confirmed that Chen had escaped unscathed and brought back supplies, also erupted in a thunderous shout.
They escorted Shen towards the Ninth Company's encampment, their chests even straightening considerably.
The complex gazes cast by the other soldiers towards the sinking vessel transformed into a deep-seated sense of honor, making them feel proud as well.
The Fifth Company's domineering nature wasn't limited to the Ninth Company; it's no exaggeration to say that nearly half of the resources allocated to the Deer Shu Battalion each year were taken by the Fifth Company.
Over the years, I've never heard of anyone making the Fifth Company spit out what they've eaten.
But today, their Ninth Company did it.
As the Ninth Company marched forward, the soldiers of the Lushu Battalion instinctively made way for them, watching them pass by.
The cart was only three meters long, but the military supplies it carried were piled up into a small mountain, which was visually striking when viewed up close.
It contains satiating pills, concentrated fruit juice, body-strengthening potions, and other common resources, but the quantity is incredibly astonishing.
"Goodness, this must be a three-year supply! They've emptied out the entire warehouse of the Fifth Company!"
A centurion stared at the countless supplies and murmured to himself.
Is this the important point?
The silver-armored female general frowned and asked, "What exactly happened inside? When did Meng Hai become so easy to talk to?"
"Judging from Chen Qian's appearance, he wasn't even red-faced or out of breath, and his breathing was perfectly steady. Could it be that... there was no fight at all?"
Some people couldn't help but speculate.
"What's the point of guessing? Why don't we just go in and see for ourselves?"
Bi Xiu took a deep breath and strode towards the Fifth Company's encampment.
The other centurions exchanged glances and followed suit.
However, just as the group stepped through the gate of the camp, a figure flashed before their eyes, and they were blocked from entering.
"Why are you all so free today? Are you all coming to visit my Fifth Company?"
Meng Hai faced the crowd, stood with his hands behind his back, and said with a forced smile.
Bi Xiu and the others had no choice but to stop. The silver-armored female general spoke up tentatively, "Company Commander Meng, when you entered the camp earlier, nothing happened, right?"
"Company Commander, you're joking. We are all centurions of the Deer and Shu Battalion. Even if we're not like brothers, we're at least of the same blood. What could possibly happen to us?"
Meng Hai said calmly.
"Then what was that shouting of killing at the beginning?" Bi Xiu asked directly, not believing such nonsense.
"Today is a training day, so a few shouts are normal, aren't they?" Meng Hai said with a faint smile.
"You just let the supplies sink so easily?" Bi Xiu chuckled and said, "Meng Hai, this isn't like you."
"Why do you say that, Company Commander Bi?" Meng Hai asked in surprise. "Those supplies originally belonged to the Ninth Company. They were just temporarily stored here because their warehouse couldn't hold them all. What's wrong with returning them to their rightful owner?"
"Since Company Commander Meng is so generous, how about returning the supplies that were seized from my Eighth Company last year?"
Xu Sanguang, the centurion of the Eighth Company, sneered.
"Oh?" Meng Hai said in surprise, "So we took things from the Eighth Company? Don't worry, Company Commander Xu, I'll check it carefully later. If we really took the wrong things, I'll personally deliver them to you."
"you……"
Xu Sanguang was speechless. He wasn't a three-year-old child; how could he possibly believe such nonsense?
Seeing that Meng Hai had no shame, the company commander Zhu Yinhong knew he wouldn't get any truth out of him, so he smiled and tentatively asked, "Company Commander Meng, we're already here, won't you invite us in for a cup of tea?"
"It's not convenient today, please come another day," Meng Hai said, shaking his head.
"How exactly is it inconvenient?" Bi Xiu asked immediately.
"Am I being too polite, causing you all to have the wrong impression?" Meng Hai's face turned cold. "What, do you expect us to report every little thing that happens in our Fifth Company to you all?"
"Gentlemen, please return."
After Meng Hai finished speaking, he turned and left. With a clanging sound, dozens of fully armed soldiers poured out from around the corner and formed a human wall at the door.
Bi Xiu and the others looked at each other, but they didn't want to force their way in. Their eyes flickered, and they were all thinking about something.
As Meng Hai walked back around the corner, his expression instantly changed from cold and stern to bitter, and his eyes became incredibly complicated.
He trembled as he took out his hand, which he had been hiding behind his back.
On the palm of the hand, a shocking mark of a stick ran through it. Although the bleeding had stopped, the white bone was still visible amidst the torn flesh.
The lingering terrifying aura on it made the healing process of the palm extremely slow.
He slowly raised his head again, and then his gaze fixed on something.
The wide training ground was filled with soldiers lying haphazardly, their armor and weapons scattered everywhere, while dozens of medical officers were constantly moving among them, working up a sweat.
He didn't know whether he should thank Shen Qian for his measured approach, only knocking the man unconscious while minimizing the loss of soldiers and armor.
Recalling the scene just now, Meng Hai still felt as if he were in a dream.
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