Chapter Forty-Two: The Replacement General

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  "Report!!!" The report sounded again, and the canvas at the entrance of the military camp was lifted from the outside. A scout ran in from the outside, quickly kneeling in front of General Batru and stuttering: "General..."

  Bart saw the scout he had sent out to investigate, and his expression changed slightly. He still had a hint of expectation in his heart: "Speak! What's the situation?"

  "General, this..."

  "There is no such thing as this or that, you report it truthfully."

  "Yes, General." The scout saw his general getting angry and gritted his teeth: "General, our army pursued those two small teams of over a thousand people, and they were completely annihilated, with no survivors."

  "What?!" Balthazar, although he had been mentally prepared for this, still couldn't help but jump up and exclaim in shock upon suddenly hearing the stunning news.

  "Yes, General, our scouting party has brought back the young master's body." The scout reported cautiously.

  "Get out!" Batulu casually waved his hand, and the whole person fell into a daze, sitting in the commander's position, with thick killing intent and anger flowing from his eyes.

  "Come on in!" Batru shouted loudly towards the outside of the tent.

  "General." Two guards walked in from outside the tent.

  "Pointing at the tiger road below, Ba Tru ordered his guards: 'Get him down for me, and deal with him after this battle is over.'"

  "General, you can't do this." Toru heard these words from Batoru and hastily shouted out.

  "Take it away." Batulu let out a loud shout, his eyes revealing an extremely disgusted look.

  Suddenly, the entire tent fell silent, with only the soft breathing of Balthazar and Luther audible.

  "Speak! If you were to take command of the current military strength, how confident are you that you can capture Tiger Valley? How much time would it take?" After dozens of breaths had passed, this silent atmosphere was finally broken by Batoru, but at this moment, perhaps due to the pain of losing his son, his tone revealed a hint of despair.

  Lute didn't immediately respond to Baturu's words, but instead his expression changed slightly when he heard them, and he fell into deep thought.

  "Hushan Valley currently has 30,000 troops, while we currently have 40,000. Looking at the current situation, it seems that we have an advantage in terms of numbers and combat power. However, I don't know how many explosive weapons humans still have, so I'm not confident for now. But if I were to command, I would have a 50% chance."

  Bartle was shocked to hear Lute's words, although he didn't get along with him, but he had always admired Lute's military talent. After all, Lute was called the "Military War God" by His Majesty the King, a title that wasn't earned easily. These words coming from his mouth really made Bartle feel a little shocked.

  "What if I just asked for the death of that thousand-man squad?" Batulu said calmly.

  Routa heard Batoru's words and immediately understood what he was thinking, and bluntly said: "General, if you want to wipe out this thousand-man squad, it's not a difficult thing, but the difficulty lies in annihilating them all, because among them there is a military genius, wanting to leave him behind is very difficult."

  Bartle heard Luteba's words and looked surprised: "Oh? Which one?"

  "This man is also known by General."

  "I also know?" Bartol's face showed a suspicious expression as he looked at Rutuba, seemingly wanting to see something from Rutuba's face. However, no matter how he looked, all he saw was Rutuba's calm and collected demeanor.

  "Well, that person is very young, but the feeling he gives me is extremely bad. It's not that I look down on others' ambitions or destroy my own prestige. If this child doesn't die, in ten years, he might become the second war god of Tian Long Kingdom."

  "Could it be that you're referring to the young man who single-handedly held off an entire army at the Tiger Gate, and was later executed outside the city for his defiance?"

  "That's right, it is him." A look of longing appeared on Lute's face.

  Bartol thought for a moment, then raised his head and said in a cold voice: "I don't care what method you use, this person must be killed by you. I have already sent someone to the temple to ask for help this afternoon, and tomorrow evening, the reinforcements from the temple will arrive here. Do you have confidence?"

  "Reinforcements?" Luteba heard Bate Luo's words, his expression slightly stunned for a moment, and then immediately responded seriously: "Absolutely no problem."

  "Alright, you can go now! There's still some time left, so go and arrange the plans for tomorrow's battle. From tomorrow on, all military power will be under your command. I hope you won't disappoint me."

  "Yes, General." Ruterpa saluted and quietly withdrew.

  "Commander Zheng, you said that five swordsmen appeared in the pursuit of your first team?" Xing Zi Xue exclaimed with a shocked expression.

  Zheng Xiaohu smiled wryly and said, "Well, but I saw that among the four swordsmen, they were always surrounding a young man of great warrior level. So I knew that this time my small team was in trouble."

  Leng Xiao Yao understood what was going on as soon as he heard Zheng Xiao Hu say that. It seemed that the politics of this space were not much different from his own time and space. This young man, who was definitely a high-ranking warrior, must be the son of a wealthy family from the Beastman Nation, coming to gain experience. They had thought that with two excellent thousand-man squads chasing after Leng Xiao Yao's small squad of over a thousand people, they would have an easy victory. But how could they have anticipated such an outcome? No wonder Zheng Xiao Hu said earlier that he was great, but also suffered heavy losses.

  Weng Yang and the others returned to their own tent, looking at the red eyes of several people, it seemed that they had cried when they went to bury their companions just now.

  "Is everything done?" The self-taught man's inquiry also revealed a hint of sadness.

  "En." Weng Yang and the others nodded collectively, some even turned around, their arms moving slightly, no need to think, it was clear they were wiping away tears.

  Leng Xiao Yao was actually not feeling well in his heart at this moment. Suddenly, two of the companions he had lived with for over half a year just left like that. To say he wasn't sad would be a lie, but he knew it wasn't the time for him to be sad right now. So, he coldly said: "Alright, look at your appearances. Are you guys new recruits or something? Instead of being sad here, why not go take care of yourselves and tomorrow kill more enemies to avenge your brothers?"

  Although the words of Leng Xiangyao sounded somewhat piercing to the ear, those present were not ordinary soldiers. They understood the true meaning behind Leng Xiangyao's words. No matter how much they grieved and suffered for their fallen comrades at this moment, it was impossible for their companions to be reborn. The only way to avenge their dead comrades was to take care of themselves and kill more enemies on the battlefield.

  Leng Xiao Yao gazed at Zheng Xiao Hu, who had already lost an arm, and spoke in a tone that revealed a hint of negotiation: "Commander Zheng, considering the heavy casualties we've suffered this time, why don't you come and take charge of this team? Let these wounded brothers be sent back to Tiger Mountain Valley?"

  "I understand, I'll set off immediately later." Zheng Xiaohu responded with a calm expression. He should have returned to Tiger Valley last night, but Leng Xiao Yao had added today's plan, so he stayed behind as the team leader. However, he was now half-crippled, and although he had swordmaster-level cultivation, his right hand, which held his sword, was broken. His combat strength had been greatly reduced, and there were many severe injuries on his body. If he continued to stay here, he would only drag down his brothers' progress, so Zheng Xiaohu wisely chose to return to the rear.

  "Captain, I'm sorry." Leng Xiao Yao sincerely apologized. In his mind, if he hadn't detained Zheng Xiaohu last night and let him return to the Tiger Mountain Valley directly, then today he wouldn't have suffered such a huge injury, which also belonged to the category of being disabled.

  Xiao Hu's face revealed a faint smile, saying: "Xiaoyao, what are you talking about? Let me tell you, we never blamed you. Back then in the Broken Ridge, if it wasn't for you, us old guys would have probably died on that road, not to mention having the chance to personally avenge our captain. So in our hearts, towards you, there's only gratitude, and we'll never blame you."

  "It's just, we're lucky, we can have today, compared to the team leaders and others, we are much better off, at least we still have half a life left to struggle on, but we hate it! We hate why we couldn't die on the battlefield." Some of the old soldiers from the vanguard camp who were seriously injured burst into tears.

  Zheng Xiaohu saw his subordinates in this state, and he was also very unhappy. He used a wooden stick to support his body and roared: "Alright, look at what you're like! Listen to my orders, brothers who are not injured stay behind, brothers who are injured and cannot move on their own gather together. Give everyone three hours of rest time. Three hours later, we'll return to the valley."

  "Yes, Captain."