Chapter 1241: Once a Young Hero [Seeking Monthly Tickets]
"Have you made contact?"
"Report, no response yet."
This news was obviously as bad as it could get.
To ensure timely detection of enemy movements, each unit must strictly adhere to the rule of regular communication. Failure to communicate within the allotted time constitutes an indication that the enemy has been alerted.
"Have you found any trace of the enemy?"
The soldier's response gave him a glimmer of hope.
"Nothing was found, only our own people."
"That's strange..."
There wouldn't be enough time to clean up the battlefield in such a short period of time. Even if they destroyed the bodies, there would still be traces of the attack nearby. They followed the clues and eventually only found traces left by their own people.
All traces vanished from that area, completely and eerily. The soldier, his face ashen, speculated, "Could it be that a flying monster carried them all away?"
The team leader shouted, "Spreading heresy and misleading the public!"
How big must this monster be to carry so many people away? Could it not be seen when it's flying? He suppressed the unease creeping into his heart and ordered, "Send the message back first!"
This is the most important thing!
Whether the missing people died at the hands of the enemy or were carried away by flying monsters, the same thing would happen to them. Right now, survival is the most important thing! The group began to retreat quietly.
Unexpectedly, the crisis erupted at this very moment.
A strange wind blew in from nowhere, rustling the leaves and causing the shadows on the ground to sway. The captain's heart skipped a beat, but before he could warn anyone, a chilling glint of light shot out from the direction of the tree trunk. He dodged while simultaneously raising his sword to deflect the arrow. Not wanting to underestimate its power, the arrow, which should have pierced his heart, missed and struck his shoulder, sending him flying off his horse.
A net of interwoven light descended from above.
This net not only held countless blades, but also had arcs of electricity leaping along its mesh, crackling and sputtering at anyone who touched it. A martial arts master might only feel a slight numbness, but an ordinary soldier would be left with a pungent, acrid smell after just a few breaths.
Dozens of shadows emerged from the tree trunk.
With countless swords and blades clashing, after one round, the area beneath the electric net was filled with charred, stinking corpses and fragments; not a single one escaped.
Wu Xian commented, "This internet is easy to use."
With both electricity and blades, which enemy wouldn't lose their fighting ability?
The former scout looked apprehensive: "That's not all. I heard that the Kang Kingdom army has a colorless and odorless powder that can paralyze your hands and feet if you accidentally inhale even a little bit. During that 'survival of the fittest' game, they made this kind of net and eliminated a lot of people."
If that kind of powder isn't available, you can apply gold juice instead.
Considering that "PUBG" is just a casual, recreational competitive activity, the matches were limited to brief exchanges, and some highly dangerous and unethical tactics were not used. Even so, the former scout suffered quite a bit and would shudder at the thought of it.
"I've heard of that, but isn't it something from the medical department?"
I remember it was in the first half of last year when a retainer's wife had a difficult childbirth. The baby was lying face down and he couldn't deliver it. The midwife asked the woman and her husband to choose whether to save the baby or the mother. The retainer still had some conscience; he was unwilling to abandon his wife, who had shared so much hardship, nor did he want to give up the child he had longed for for so many years. So he sought help from Wu Xian. Wu Xian used his status as the Duke of Lu to request a physician from the government.
Unfortunately, the nearest one will take a day to arrive.
Why don't I give it a try?
Finally, it was the imperial physician on duty who sent his disciple, Qi Miao, to intervene. Wu Xian recognized a familiar face among the accompanying female physicians. Their eyes met, and the latter nodded slightly before entering the delivery room with Qi Miao. Qi Miao then sent word that she wanted a cesarean section.
It wasn't about seeking the family's consent; it was just a notification.
Wu Xian felt a chill run down his spine when he heard that word.
This word instantly brought back some unpleasant memories for him.
The retainer's legs went weak, and he cried out, "Isn't this murder?"
Even if I don't know how to stop the bleeding, the pain is unbearable.
His wife was just an ordinary woman; how could she withstand a knife wound? He had heard that some women in Fengluo Capital gave birth this way, and that some doctors in the medical department knew how to do it. He said it was quite safe, but they had to make an appointment six months in advance, and the doctors might be male... Apart from a few daring women who were willing to try it, others avoided it like the plague.
Less than fifteen minutes later, the child was brought out.
The mother was also transferred to a comprehensive medical center under the Department of Medicine.
Throughout the entire process, Wu Xian and his retainers were completely bewildered.
An acquaintance bypassed the retainers and gave the child to Wu Xian.
Wu Xian was stiff and dared not move, listening to the jeers of acquaintances.
[If she had been so fortunate back then, why would she have had to endure the agony of a cesarean section just to see her child one last time before she died? If she hadn't died, her mother-in-law and husband wouldn't have had to follow her. The entire Zhao family could have saved them by risking everything. How could their newborn child have been left without blood relatives? Lord Zhaode, the shock you feel today is nothing compared to what I experienced back then!]
Wu Xian was utterly ashamed.
When asked afterward, the woman revealed that she hadn't felt anything during the entire process; the medical facility had something similar to anesthetic. When the medication wore off, she woke up and couldn't even see any cuts on her abdomen. If she weren't still feeling unwell, she would have suspected it was all a dream.
Wu Xian's thoughts drifted away from his memories.
"The same thing can kill or save lives."
In the hands of medical professionals, this could save a mother and child who should have died together; in their hands, it was also a deadly weapon. And whose husbands and sons were these people being killed?
The others, unaware of Wu Xian's meticulous and sensitive nature, were preoccupied with their desire for the powder. In the event of future chaos, this substance would undoubtedly be a formidable weapon on the battlefield! Subsequently, relying on their superior skills, they used counter-surveillance to monitor another scout group. The other side was clearly aware of their presence, their vigilance far exceeding that of the previous groups. This time, Wu Xian and his team didn't act rashly, but instead played the long game!
They followed closely, preparing to probe the enemy's headquarters.
Of course, it's not about a direct confrontation.
"Damn it, what's the point of just killing these rotten fish and shrimp? We've been busy all day and only managed to slaughter a hundred or two hundred people, and we can't even break these bastards' bones... It's just not worth it." After a few warm-up rounds, Wu Xian rediscovered some of the passionate youthful feeling he once had, and gradually became dissatisfied with this cautious probing. If he was going to do something, he should do something big, something worthy of his status!
"What do the parents mean?"
Wu Xian glanced at the sky: "Come with me!"
Kill one of them and take their place.
They pretended to be survivors of an enemy ambush, galloping along on horseback without incident. Aside from Shen Tang's Kang Kingdom, Wu Xian was adept at using the usual tactics and slogans to infiltrate other factions, making it relatively easy for him to blend in.
Who goes there?
Several scout teams were heading back, and Wu Xian used them as guides to successfully locate the enemy's main camp. Their hiding place was somewhat remote; traveling by land would certainly alert the Kang Kingdom's border troops, so Wu Xian guessed they might be using a waterway.
Wu Xian secretly ordered everyone to be quiet, and then stepped forward to answer.
He spoke with a very authentic southwestern accent, occasionally interspersed with a few words of local dialect. At this moment, night had fallen, and the light was not very clear. From this distance, it was impossible to tell whether Wu Xian and his disguised group were one of their own. They could only rely on their responses.
Accents don't lie.
Unless, of course, the one who's lying came prepared.
The enemy guards didn't notice anything amiss and exchanged a secret signal with Wu Xian. This signal would change according to the time of day, and Wu Xian answered fluently: "Right, let's go in. The brothers are having good luck today. This time, we lost over a hundred men."
Wu Xian wiped the sweat mixed with blood from his forehead.
"Hey, that's right, we almost didn't make it back. It's all thanks to our ancestors in the underworld who blessed us with good fortune..." Over the years, living a life of ease and comfort has diminished Wu Xian's murderous aura, replacing it with a somewhat simple and easy-going kindness.
Wu Xian and his group were stopped again before they could take two steps.
The guard said, "But you've come back too late."
"Hey, please be lenient. My stomach really hurts today, I couldn't hold it in on the way..." Wu Xian sensed the guard's harassment and secretly leaned closer to try and ingratiate himself, slipping a few pieces of cold silver into the guard's hand. "Brother, please do me a favor..."
The guards were also familiar with the scouts' tactics.
Not everyone is self-disciplined when doing business outside.
Many of them were cowardly old foxes who deliberately shirked their duties, running around outside for a bit before rushing back to get by. The guard weighed the item in his hand, thinking that the password and identity were fine and the other party was cooperative, so he didn't make things difficult for him and waved his hand: "Go in, but don't do it again next time."
Wu Xian was extremely grateful.
He observed for a week, considering where to make his move. The inner camp was out of the question; the deeper he went, the more likely he was to run into a brick wall. He didn't want to risk his life for Shen Youli. After much deliberation, he decided that the outer camp was the most suitable place—kill, set fire, and run!
No, no, no, setting fires is inappropriate.
To conceal their presence, the enemy troops did not light any fires.
They didn't carry any flammable oil or firewood for starting fires. If they chose to set a fire, the enemy would quickly control it, exposing their presence while killing only a few people. Wu Xian had no choice but to reject the idea of arson.
Therefore, the only remaining objective is murder.
How can a large number of people be killed silently?
Creating chaos would also prevent them from providing rapid assistance.
Suddenly, Wu Xian noticed the shadows in the darkness.
The surrounding mountains and ridges could perfectly conceal the movements of these troops, but they could also serve as their best burial ground! Besides military training, the soldiers in various prefectures of Kang Kingdom were also engaged in various construction projects. Clearing roads through mountains was practically a daily activity; this was something to emulate!
Wu Xian gave his confidants meaningful glances.
We've shaving off the nearby mountain peaks!
Kill as many as you can!
If they make a commotion, they should quickly make their escape while things are in chaos.
Dozens of people: [...]
This is indeed a brilliant and bold conjecture, but it's not very practical. Given enough time, they could surprise the enemy, but with such a massive explosion, the enemy wouldn't be foolish enough to just stand there waiting to be hit, unless the mountain suddenly collapses!
A memory flashed through Wu Xian's mind: "It's possible."
More than a decade ago, Shen Youli was still the prefect of Heyin County. Shangnan, Tianhai, and Heyin sent troops to support Luxia County. Shen Tang tricked many Tianhai men into digging a reservoir, and at that time, the Heyin County government used some explosive methods. Wu Xian thought it was worth learning from the idea that one could achieve the best demolition effect without using too much force.
These cliffs are all steep.
The effect will only be better when fried.
Of course, to buy time for the explosion, someone would need to set fire to the nearby area to draw the enemy's attention. Wu Xian didn't pass this dangerous task down to his men: "You few are good at concealing yourselves, go blow up the mountain, I'll cover you!"
The group of dozens of people all had rich battlefield experience, so naturally they wouldn't do anything like trying to stop Wu Xian from taking risks.
Once a military order is given, it must be obeyed.
【Yes!】
The plan was decided on short notice, but its execution efficiency was surprisingly good. Wu Xian deliberately provoked trouble, causing a commotion. While people gathered around, the group responsible for blasting the mountain quietly hid and headed towards the cliff.
"What's all this fuss about?"
"Aren't you afraid of getting killed by making a scene at night?"
Wu Xian and another man emerged from the grove, barely clothed. Their faces flushed and paled in turns, the atmosphere tense. Wu Xian quickly stepped forward to appease the newcomer: "Don't be offended, don't be offended. It's just that my sworn brother is making a huge fuss and wants to turn things around. We couldn't reach an agreement, that's why we argued..."
When the fighting wasn't intense, strange noises could be heard near the camp. Hearing Wu Xian say this, the older veteran scolded, "Looking around, don't you even know what time it is? Still thinking about this kind of thing?"
Wu Xian said guiltily, "It's just that I've been holding it in for too long and it's making me uncomfortable..."
The veteran pretended to kick him in the groin.
Wu Xian nimbly dodged, and the veteran pretended to threaten, "Don't say you've been holding it in for too long, even if you're about to explode, you still have to endure it."
Other soldiers also watched the spectacle and made jokes, using obscene language, either saying Wu Xian was vulgar or saying Wu Xian, "Your brother smells so good."
With such delicate features, she could rival any woman.
Wu Xian climbed down the ladder, showering the veterans with flattering words. He then flirted with his handsome sworn brother, and the others, seeing the excitement had died down, scattered like birds. Wu Xian and his brother successfully reached a secluded spot.
"Pah, damn it!"
With no one around, the handsome adopted brother instantly changed his expression and started cursing.
Those enemy soldiers had been gossiping about how to get to his rear, which infuriated him: "I'll smash those bastards to death!"
Wu Xian beckoned him over: "Come here."
In the pitch black, if a fire breaks out in the logistics area, and someone tries to create chaos by claiming the enemy has invaded and threatening a night raid and arson, it's sure to cause a small-scale disturbance. Night raids and arson are a staple of the Kangguo army's repertoire; they'll set things ablaze whenever they get the chance…
Thinking about it this way, it's a real pity that Kangguo wasn't associated with the element of fire.
Wu Xian and the others agreed that once the flames appeared, they could start blasting the mountain. They didn't need to completely shred the peak; they just wanted to cause as much debris as possible to fall. Even if it didn't kill many people, they wanted to create chaos and keep them up all night!
"Fire!"
"Guards, a night raid!"
If a raging fire isn't enough, then use the power of words and illusions to make up for it.
The group that Wu Xian brought out were not all martial arts masters. In fact, there was also a scholar with a low profile and a moderate level of verbal incantation, who was his newly found handsome sworn brother.
Considering that the illusion would soon be exposed, Wu Xian prepared to fight his way out in the chaos, but as he fought, he realized something was wrong.
It was expected that rocks would roll down the mountain.
Shouts of battle were heard outside the camp. What was going on?
..(ˇˇ)…
Yang Gong: The Duke of Lu has been captured? Damn it!
Wu Xian: How did this group in the Southwest start fighting amongst themselves?
(End of this chapter)
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