Do I Still Understand Formation Tactics

Upon arriving at the city gate, he began to remove his armor and take off his helmet, placing them neatly before walking away.

This carefree soldier immediately caught everyone's attention.

However, despite the collective gaze of the crowd, the soldier paid no heed.

"Hmm?"

Xiang Tiannan furrowed his brows, his expression immediately darkening as he looked at Zhang Cheng. "What is the meaning of this?"

"My Lord of the Continent, is there an issue?"

The only one unaware of the situation, Zhang Cheng, felt a shiver run down his spine when the city lord's cold gaze landed on him.

"Hmph, what is this about?"

Vice Lord of the Continent Jiang Cheng snorted, pointing directly at Su Yanjin and questioning Zhang Cheng.

Zhang Cheng quickly turned around, following Jiang Cheng's pointed direction to see Su Yanjin about to leave.

His face turned pale with shock!

"My Lord of the Continent, this lad is a bit of a simpleton, his mind isn't quite right."

"I... I will immediately bring him back."

Zhang Cheng spoke tremulously, knowing full well that Su Yanjin was punctual to a fault, never staying a moment longer than necessary.

Normally, Zhang Cheng didn't mind; being on time and having fewer distractions was fine.

But now, with the Lord of the Continent present, Su Yanjin was actually taking off his armor and helmet to clock out?

Can't you at least consider the timing and occasion?

Saying this, Zhang Cheng quickly caught up to Su Yanjin and coldly demanded, "Didn't you see the Lord of the Continent is still here? Who allowed you to clock out?"

Hearing this,

Su Yanjin stopped in his tracks, turned to face Zhang Cheng, and replied expressionlessly, "It's time to clock out."

When it's time to clock out, one naturally should go home.

"You...!"

Zhang Cheng was stunned upon hearing Su Yanjin's response. This Su Yanjin was going to get him killed! To say "clock out" in front of the Lord of the Continent.

"My Lord of the Continent, I apologize. He's not quite right in the head. I assure you, this won't happen again."

Zhang Cheng was so frightened that he directly knelt before the Lord of the Continent, hastily apologizing.

This incident could very well cost him his life.

“Hmph, well. Next time, such a mistake must not be made.”

Xiang Tiannan spoke gravely, his face still darkened as he left.

Had this been before, he would have certainly punished the offender severely. But now, with a shortage of personnel, he could only let it pass.

"Thank you, My Lord of the Continent!"

Seeing Xiang Tiannan leave, Zhang Cheng finally breathed a sigh of relief and stood up, grateful to have escaped unscathed.

"Su Yanjin, you will spend the next three days reflecting in the prison."

"You, escort him there."

Zhang Cheng addressed Su Yanjin and then ordered an old soldier to escort him to the prison.

"Yes."

The old soldier quickly responded and led Su Yanjin to the prison.

"Kid, let me tell you, you need to learn to read the room. With the Lord of the Continent present, you could have stayed a bit longer."

The old soldier and Su Yanjin lived only a street apart.

So, the old soldier had always taken good care of Su Yanjin.

"Oh."

However, Su Yanjin merely nodded and, almost instinctively, pushed a protruding red brick back into the wall.

The entire wall now looked neat and tidy, and his slightly furrowed brow relaxed.

"You, you, young people nowadays are so inflexible."

"I'll have to keep an eye on you. You'll stay in this cell. I'll bring you a blanket later."

The old soldier sighed, pointing to a clean, simple cell.

He knew Su Yanjin had obsessive-compulsive tendencies, so he arranged the cleanest, simplest cell for him.

Soon,

the old soldier brought a blanket and left.

Inside the cell, only Su Yanjin remained.

He sat upright, closed his eyes, and began meditating, entering a state of deep concentration.

It was not until the afternoon, at the hour of you, that

the old soldier returned to the prison, carrying a plate of peanuts, two taels of beef jerky, and a jug of three taels and eight qian of strong liquor, placing them at the cell door.

"Kid, I'm off to my shift."

With that, he left.

Only then did Su Yanjin open his eyes, sit up, and slowly finish the meal.

As the sky gradually darkened,

Su Yanjin remained as still as a statue, his sleeping posture impeccably standard.

Suddenly, his unchanged face showed the slightest movement as his eyes rolled.

He slowly lifted his head, his deep gaze fixed on the distance...