Tang Xiaoyu did not understand much about military affairs, he was just thinking from the perspective of a normal person. Otherwise, he would not have directly regarded the withdrawn soldiers as deserters.
"Let's not talk about these things anymore, let the Commander-in-Chief and the others handle them. Our horizons and experience can't compare with theirs."
"What Brother Tang said makes sense. Are you alright with your injury?"
Tang Xiaoyu moved around: "It doesn't affect combat."
"That's good. Don't be so fierce next time, your fearless fighting style can easily cost you your life."
Tang Xiaoyu arrogantly said: "I won't lose in aura, I have to scare the enemy in terms of momentum."
The real reason was: Tang Xiaoyu was too afraid, which made him go crazy, and after going crazy he became fearless. If there were his own people in front of him earlier, Tang Xiaoyu would have stabbed them to death.
Of course Tang Xiaoyu would not admit this, after all he still wanted to save face.
At this moment, Wu Yong also walked in: "Little Tang, are you alright!"
Tang Xiaoyu moved around to indicate that he was fine: "With my body, even a knife would bounce off leaving just a small hole."
"Haha, stop bragging. A knife bouncing off leaving just a small hole? Then how did you get injured?"
Tang Xiaoyu curled his lips: "No sense of humor, I was just using hyperbole to prove that I'm fine, yet you took it seriously."
Wu Yong's face immediately turned black: "Don't say I don't have a sense of humor again. Only your debauchery and drinking counts as having a sense of humor right!"
Tang Xiaoyu reminded: "That has nothing to do with me! I'm working, they are the ones drinking and fooling around."
Wu Yong was a little embarrassed, but still stubbornly said: "I don't care, I just know that you and those centurions are always messing around in brothels."
Tang Xiaoyu spread his hands helplessly: "I don't care either, I just want them to spend more money."
Tang Xiaoyu quickly covered his mouth: [I seem to have let something slip.]
Xiao Wu interjected: "Brother Tang, do you think of us in the same way too?"
Tang Xiaoyu laughed: "What are we? We are brothers, we are a team, we are a tîm. How could I betray you guys? You're overthinking."
"Brother Tang, what is a tîm?"
"Don't mind such details, you just need to know that I won't harm you."
"Got it."
Wu Yong looked at his silly younger brother, not knowing what to say. But hearing that Tang Xiaoyu was deceiving those centurions made him very happy.
Wu Yong resumed his original stern appearance: "Little Tang, you did very well today. Especially the first two sentences you said which greatly boosted the army's morale. The general said to give you a credit."
Xiao Wu excitedly said: "Congratulations Brother Tang!"
Tang Xiaoyu was also quite excited in his heart. This was a military achievement, something he didn't even dare to think about before: "Thank you, thank you. When we return triumphantly, I will set up two tables of feast, we won't stop drinking until everyone's drunk."
Wu Yong also said: "Then we'll be waiting for your treat."
"You can count on me."
Not long after sending Wu Yong away, some centurions also sneaked in to see him.
"Little brother Tang, it's not that your brothers didn't come to see you, but we also have difficulties."
"I heard that the general gave you a credit. Remember to treat us when we get back!"
Tang Xiaoyu sighed to the sky: "The world is declining, people are not what they used to be! I treat you guys as brothers, yet you treat me as a friend for food and drinks. This relationship cannot go on."
"Little brother, you misunderstood. We risked punishment to come give you the good news, isn't this brotherly enough?"
"It's brotherly indeed. I’ll set up two tables of feast when we return triumphantly, we won't stop drinking until everyone's drunk."
Everyone gave a thumbs up: "Generous!"
After sending everyone away, Tang Xiaoyu finally had time to read Lin Qingying's letter. But tragically, writing was very painful for him with his injured arm!
In order to save face, Tang Xiaoyu endured the pain with gritted teeth and crudely finished his reply letter.
He didn't write much, just that they won a victory today and will launch a major counterattack when the reinforcements arrive tomorrow.
At the same time, he did not forget to boast about how extremely brave and heroic he was. He wrote himself to be as amazing as Lü Bu, Zhao Yun and so on. After all, bragging doesn't get taxed.
One paragraph went like this: Taking the enemy general's head from the midst of ten thousand soldiers as easy as reaching into a bag. None can compare to my might when standing in the front line, yet no one dares to take a step forward.
Finally, Tang Xiaoyu also added a few lines of poem: Killing one with every ten steps, leaving no mark across thousands of miles. The matter finished, clothes flicked, body and name deeply hidden. Referring to myself.
Covering his injured arm, Tang Xiaoyu was gritting his teeth in pain.
The next morning, the enemy army did not make any move. The Qin army also did not take initiative to provoke the enemy. Instead, they waited for the arrival of reinforcements.
Afraid that the enemy would engage in a siege battle, the Commander-in-Chief sent the 30,000 troops from White Tiger City to test the enemy's reaction.
Tang Xiaoyu's thousand-men team was still walking at the very front. Everyone had their hearts drumming, and were thinking - not afraid is a lie! The other side had several hundred thousand men. Just a mouthful of saliva from each could drown them.
Tang Xiaoyu crouched behind the shield soldiers, afraid that the enemy would fire a volley of thousands of arrows and turn him into a porcupine.
As they got closer and closer to the enemy camp, Tang Xiaoyu could clearly see the situation inside. There was not a single person inside!
Looking into the distance, one could vaguely see the rising dust.
Tang Xiaoyu thought: [It's over, they are going to attack the city this time. If they let us launch the first wave of attack, I’m done for.]
The general ordered: “Wu Yong, take your men to go inside and check it out.”
“Yes.”
Wu Yong ordered Tang Xiaoyu and the others: “Check everywhere in groups of five.”
“Yes.”
Tang Xiaoyu took Xiao Wu and a few others to run inside.
Tang Xiaoyu used a spear to flip open every camp tent, afraid some big guys might jump out from inside.
Xiao Wu couldn't stand watching anymore: "Brother Tang, you're being too cautious. At this rate, we won't even finish checking by night time."
Tang Xiaoyu disagreed: “What do you know. If some big guys jump out suddenly from these tents, we won’t even be able to run away.”
“Safety first, prevention is key. We only have one life, no chance for a retry.”
The others thought about it and agreed too. They started checking each tent imitating Tang Xiaoyu's actions.
Watching their actions, Wu Yong felt a toothache coming. It was like devils entering the village.
After half an hour, Tang Xiaoyu's group had reached the back area of the camp.
Tang Xiaoyu signaled Xiao Wu and the others to stop, and said in a low voice: "Go in quietly, don't talk. Prepare the torches, light them up to signal if anything goes wrong."
Tang Xiaoyu looked at the sunlight and quietly walked towards the tent in front: “Don’t let your shadow fall on the tent.”
“Got it.”
The group sneaked towards the tent. Just as they were about to flip it open, shouts came from the pillar side.
Without saying a word, Tang Xiaoyu immediately grabbed the torch and threw it at the tent.
He thrust his spear violently at the tent. Screams and wails soon came from inside.
"Retreat, retreat quickly!"
Xiao Wu and the others immediately fled the other way.
Tang Xiaoyu turned around and saw Zhuzi and the others fighting with the enemy.
"Go save them!"
Saying so, he ran towards Zhuzi not far away. The sudden ambush instantly killed the enemies entangled with Zhuzi.
"Run quickly, they are coming to kill us!"
While running, Tang Xiaoyu kept shouting for his comrades to gather.
Soon, over a hundred people had gathered around Tang Xiaoyu.
"Where are the centurions?"
"Looks like they are pinned down."
Tang Xiaoyu gritted his teeth: “Quick, form up. Move closer to the centurions.”
Soon, a small square formation was formed.
Seeing the flames rising from the back of the camp, the general outside immediately issued the order to attack.
Based on his judgment, the enemy did not exceed 50 thousand men.
"Quick, inform the Commander-in-Chief. There is only a rear army of deserters left. Their main force has retreated. Speed up reinforcements."
"Yes."
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!
【Prologue: The Beginning of It All – Use holy water to heal the saintess tainted by demonic energy, then converse with her.】 Shen Nian stared at his older sister sipping yogurt, lost in thought. So you’re telling me my sister is the saintess, and yogurt is the holy water? 【Main Quest 1: Brave Youth, Become an Adventurer! Reward: Rookie Adventurer Title.】 【Side Quest 1: Find the Adorable Kitty! Reward: 1000 Gold Coins.】 Shen Nian: "Wait, I’m a high school senior here—did some guy who got isekai’d accidentally bind his system to me?" Hold on, completing quests gives gold rewards? Titles even boost stats? Is this for real? (A lighthearted, absurd campus comedy—not a revenge power fantasy.)
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
