The soldiers were astonished: "Is that so?"
“Hey, that might actually be true. Last time I heard the Second Young Master Chen and the Eldest Young Master Chen cursing the Heir Apparent of Anping, saying that the Heir Apparent of Anping was lucky to survive, that he was tricked by the Heir Apparent of Anping in the capital, and that he didn’t kill him this time.” When Soldier C heard them talking about this, he quickly shared his experience with his fellow sufferers.
Soldier Ding Yi actively analyzed, "If the Duke's third uncle really had a grudge against Marquis Anping, given Marquis Anping's fiery temper, he would definitely take it to the Emperor."
"There's no mistake about this!"
"We've really had the worst luck in the world to end up in Chen's army camp. I should have just steeled myself and headed straight to the border to join the Ninth Prince. Maybe we'd have some military merits by now, or at least become a centurion or a chiliarch."
"That's right, my family has some connections in Beijing..."
Once everyone started talking, it was like a flood bursting its banks, unstoppable. Before long, almost half the soldiers in the camp were secretly discussing it.
The morale of Chen's soldiers had completely collapsed.
The next morning, Chen Shiyu and Chen Xiao brought a relatively plentiful amount of food to muster the troops, thinking that the soldiers would be happy to see the food.
Unexpectedly, when these soldiers saw the abundant food and heard that they were about to leave for battle, their eyes flashed with complex emotions.
The soldiers they singled out looked at him with almost hatred!
—It turns out that the rumor that the Duke of Chen and his two sons would be sent out as cannon fodder today is true!
Those Duke Chen and his son are utterly despicable!
That's inhuman!
On the way, Chen Xiaoyi sensed that the atmosphere among the soldiers below was a bit strange, and whispered, "Brother, why do I feel like something's off about them?"
“You were just like this three days ago,” Chen Shiyu replied casually.
Chen Xiaoyi: "..."
Yeah, who the hell can watch others eat and drink well while they themselves starve all winter and still have a good complexion?
They arrived at Rongma Village, where Chen Shiyu had arranged to meet the people from Black Purgatory.
Looking at the quiet village ahead, seemingly deserted and devoid of the bloodshed and carnage he had imagined, Chen Xiaoyi frowned slightly and whispered, "Brother, something feels off."
“There are many people lying in ambush in the village,” Chen Shiyu said calmly.
His martial arts skills were far superior to Chen Xiaoyi's, who was obsessed with wine and women, so he could easily detect many faint auras in the village.
It seemed that the other party had no intention of concealing their presence, which calmed his vaguely uneasy heart a little.
If they weren't intentionally trying to let him discover it, they wouldn't have needed to deliberately expose a flaw.
"All troops on alert!" Chen Shiyu shouted majestically.
But when the soldiers following them heard his words, they only straightened up a little, still weakly holding their spears or broadswords, and many even rolled their eyes in disdain.
You heartless bastard!
He won't even let people eat their fill, yet he expects them to fight and risk their lives for him?
I'll take on a hundred of them myself!
Seeing that the soldiers below had no reaction to his words, Chen Shiyu realized the seriousness of the problem and was about to say a few words to boost morale.
Suddenly, a black-clad, masked boy jumped out from the village entrance ahead.
The young man raised his dagger and shouted, "Brothers, the men who promised to deliver our heads and military merits are here! Charge!"
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