Chapter 589: Waiting for a Rabbit to Run into a Tree Stump (Part 2) [Requesting Monthly Tickets]
The night was dark and the wind was high; the wind and rain made it gloomy.
As darkness fell, a rare wind and rainstorm arose, the rain gradually intensifying from a light drizzle until, by midnight, a curtain of rain had formed. The torches of the camp stationed at the granary flickered in the wind and rain, sometimes bright and sometimes dim.
When Zhao Wei returned from her shift, she wrung out the damp hem of her shirt.
The murky water dripped out.
She took off her helmet and used it to fan herself.
He said, "What's wrong with this awful weather?"
He added, "It's fortunate that the autumn harvest is over, otherwise, after this rain, who knows how much grain would have been ruined. Tsk—Lu Zhizong, why are you taking off your boots again? Can't you smell it? They're sour and smelly. Go out and get some rainwater to wash them off."
Her words were full of disdain.
Lu Jigang woke up from a good sleep and yawned.
She said irritably, "How dare you criticize me? Madam Zhao hasn't bathed for eight or nine days either! Why don't you raise your noble arm and sniff your own armpit? You dislike my feet, but I dislike your sweaty, smelly body..."
I could hear the sound of rain hitting the tent outside.
Lu Jidao: "The rain is this heavy?"
Zhao Wei rolled her eyes, not wanting to hurt each other.
It wasn't until I joined the army that I realized there's a gap between imagination and reality. Before, when I played with my father in the camp, he wouldn't let me go ten days or half a month without bathing, much less throw me into the ranks of soldiers who had to train for ten days or half a month without bathing facilities.
Naturally, her imagination of the military camp was all positive—her dashing young generals and elite soldiers who obeyed orders without question.
The reality is—
The snoring, foot odor, and body odor of my comrades.
Zhao Wei disliked rain; the air was damp, and he felt sour, sticky, and uncomfortable. "When the wind and rain get heavier, the captain instructed you to keep an eye on the flood control of the granary when you are on patrol. If rainwater gets in, the new grain will easily become damp and moldy."
Lu Ji covered his mouth and yawned.
I only fully woke up after stretching.
She was about to ask something in return, but she held back.
"Okay, I'll be careful."
After the autumn harvest began, trucks carrying grain arrived every day. The tire tracks seemed identical to those of normal grain, but she knew the granary didn't hold much real grain. The vast majority had been secretly replaced with large quantities of flammable materials.
We are just waiting for the enemy to take the bait.
Of course, only a handful of people knew about this.
Lu Ji and Zhao Wei were also among those in the know.
However, it is forbidden to discuss this matter in private before the enemy takes the bait, since the tricks of the literati are hard to guard against.
Underestimating your opponent will only lead to defeat.
Zhao Wei listened to the sound of raindrops: "This rain is unfortunate."
If the enemy comes at this time...
It's hard to say how effective it will be.
Zhao Wei shook her head, trying to banish the thought from her mind.
Why would the enemy choose a rainy day to raid our supplies?
Lu Ji frowned: "Indeed, we don't have enough rain gear."
The two chatted for a few moments before it was almost time for Lu Jishang to take his shift.
She wasn't just making things up when she complained about not having enough rain gear; there really wasn't enough. Rain is rare in Longwu County this time of year, and with the camp being temporarily reinforced, there simply weren't enough rain gear to go around. Lu Ji had no choice but to put on her helmet. Fortunately, the helmet had scale armor on both sides protecting her neck, which helped keep the rain from getting into her clothes. She did consider using her martial energy to block the rain, but that would be too extravagant.
It's permissible in peacetime, but not in wartime.
A warrior with courage should conserve his martial energy as much as possible during battle.
She lifted the tent flap and strode into the rain.
The sound of rain masked the soldiers' footsteps, and the footprints left during the patrol quickly filled with rainwater, splashing up dirty water with every step. Lu Ji didn't care about that; he gathered his men and began the regular night patrol. First, they went to the granary to check the flood control, then they patrolled outside the camp.
The night wind howled, embracing the swaying shadows of the trees.
If you have poor eyesight, you might mistake it for a shadowy figure.
"Nothing unusual here." Lu Ji assumed today would be just like any other day. As he passed the camp gate, he saw a column of torches approaching in the distance. Judging from their size and speed, they didn't seem to be the enemy. Lu Ji sent someone forward to negotiate the password.
This is to prevent the enemy from disguising themselves as their own.
The password needs to be changed every three days.
The password is divided into two parts; just match the first part to complete the task.
Today's password—
The previous sentence was: [Capital National Security].
The next line is: [Jingchuan Literature Collection].
Lu Ji had no idea what this meant.
But it is said to have been produced by the lord, and its secrecy is top-notch.
"Password!"
The soldiers sent out asked in a loud voice.
at the same time--
A silvery-white figure crouched behind concealed cover. Strangely, the raindrops falling from the sky stopped two inches away from her, thus remaining completely dry. Qi Shan approached and saw her lord's furtive appearance.
"My lord."
The silvery-white object turned its head upon hearing this.
The familiar face beneath the helmet—wasn't that Shen Tang?
She said, "Yuanliang, why don't you rest a little longer?"
Qi Shan: "They're coming soon, so wake up now."
Shen Tang was jolted awake.
"It's finally coming? Hehe!"
She was eager to get started.
Shen Tang didn't consider herself a magnanimous person. Having suffered a loss in Nanyu County, she wanted to get revenge elsewhere. The ambush at the No. 1 granary in Beishang County was only the first layer. The second layer was to wait until Bai Su and her men repelled the enemy and retreated along their only route before launching a surprise attack. She would take down as many enemies as they came, lest Qiu Cheng truly believe that she, Shen Youli, was a pushover.
but--
This Qiu Cheng is quite something.
Shen Tang looked up at the rain, carefully maintaining a steady flow of her literary energy and cautiously avoiding the raindrops. It wasn't that she was spoiled or extravagant, nor that her wealthy family allowed her to squander resources; it was simply a last resort. Because no one had expected that Qiu Cheng's subordinates would possess the ability to artificially induce rain! Calling it "artificial rainmaking" would be more accurate as "artificial rain enhancement."
The scholar can conceal his literary talent in the rain.
It goes unnoticed by gods and ghosts.
Under the rain, all things are eyes and ears.
This tactic is truly impossible to defend against.
However, Qi Shan was very experienced.
He had dealt with literary scholars who used similar methods before, so he sensed something was wrong as soon as the rain started to fall.
Shen Tang was quite surprised when she first heard this.
Ask him: "How come you have enemies of all kinds?"
Qi Shan, with a sour face, said: "That person, the lord also knows."
Shen Tang went through Qi Shan's enemies in her mind.
He tentatively asked, "Could it be Qin Gongsu?"
During the Battle of Xiaocheng, Qin Li did indeed use a similar kind of incantation, but Qin Li conjured up a thick fog out of thin air, while the scholar under Qiu Cheng's command used rain. The two are clearly not on the same level—Qin Li could create fog without any external conditions, it just appeared on cue, while the latter required the right timing.
Of course, it's also possible that the latter is still inexperienced.
If he cultivates for a few more years, he can achieve the same level as Qin Li.
He has potential.
Qi Shan nodded, acknowledging her guess.
It was precisely because of this experience that Qi Shan was able to respond immediately. Fortunately, his lord possessed both literary and martial prowess, which allowed him to barely "hide" the thousand ambushing troops. Otherwise, these thousand ambushers would have been transparent to the enemy, making the ambush a joke. In the time it took to say a few words, faint orange light rose from the direction of the No. 1 granary in the distance.
.(＿＿)ノ｜
I need to add a few hundred more words, refresh the page and read again.
PS: It's been fixed.
P.S.: The password belongs to a county-level amateur football team called Jingchuan Wenhui, who beat the long-established powerhouse Beijing Guoan _(:з」∠). My dad's been cursing me out these past few days; I can't just not know that. It's like a county militia with homemade guns surrounding and wiping out a well-off special forces unit...
I'm not trying to discredit them, but the food is really bad.
(End of this chapter)
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