“Thanks!”
Heh, like that guy would really be fine!
Lin Feng had already heard that because of the disappearance of Song Chun and the other two, Wang Erhu had been punished with one hundred army strikes. No one knew what kind of miracle pill that bastard had taken to recover so quickly.
Amid the mocking and gloating stares of the others, Lin Feng strode into the barracks.
Inside, the bunks were many and crude, even worse than his own run-down home. With a group of big men living together, the air was thick with mixed, unpleasant smells. As soon as he entered, a wave of stench hit him.
Lin Feng frowned but continued walking in until he gradually got used to it. He casually glanced around and immediately spotted Wang Erhu.
Wang Erhu was sitting on his bed, face dark and gloomy.
Lin Feng lowered his head and acted like his usual quiet, dull self. He cautiously stepped forward and stammered on purpose, “D-Decurion… you… you were looking for me?”
Wang Erhu narrowed his eyes and glanced at Lin Feng. The little suspicion that remained in his heart lessened again.
After all, the only lead he had was that he had ordered Song Chun to visit Lin Feng’s house. So even though he had doubts, Wang Erhu still came to probe him today.
He was choking on anger over Song Chun’s disappearance and needed someone to vent it on.
Looking at the timid, stuttering Lin Feng in front of him, Wang Erhu lost patience and directly asked, “On the day of your leave, right after you chose your wife and left the camp—did you see Song Chun?”
“S-Song-ge?”
Lin Feng kept stammering, scratching his head and playing the role of the honest fool to perfection.
Head bowed low, he replied feebly, “Song-ge’s a Grade A soldier and a warrior. He usually doesn’t hang around with us Grade C soldiers…”
“Song-ge…”
Hearing Lin Feng repeat “Song-ge” over and over, Wang Erhu’s head throbbed. He took several deep breaths before barely restraining himself from lashing out.
“Forget it!”
He waved his hand in frustration, deciding not to press further.
Just as he reached the doorway, he stopped and turned back, giving Lin Feng a long, meaningful look.
“Now that Song Chun’s gone, I need a few smart ones under me. You’d better learn well from your Song-ge.”
“Next time you’re on leave, bring your wife to my residence. As your Decurion, I ought to show a little appreciation when one of my soldiers gets such a pretty wife, don’t you think?” This chapter was copied from novelping(.)com without permission.
“Like hell I’d send my wife to sleep with you the way Song Chun did! I’m not that cheap!” Lin Feng sneered inwardly.
But on the surface, he looked overwhelmed with emotion. “Thank you, Decurion! You’re so good to me—I don’t know how to thank you!”
“Don’t worry, Decurion. Whatever you need me to do, I’ll do it! I swear I’ll be loyal and obedient!”
Seeing Lin Feng’s face full of gratitude, Wang Erhu slapped his shoulder with a grin, “You’ve got potential, kid!”
He then walked off laughing.
Watching him leave, Lin Feng was confident the man had taken the bait.
Thinking back to how meek and pathetic he had acted just now, even Lin Feng himself wanted to slap his own face. That performance was the very definition of pitiful.
Sitting on the bed, Lin Feng frowned and fell deep in thought.
There were still seven or eight days before the next leave. If Wang Erhu planned anything, Lin Feng wouldn’t sit around waiting.
With his current strength, killing Wang Erhu would be effortless.
Just then, the others began returning to the barracks.
Jiang Yi came over and asked with concern, “Brother Feng, are you alright? Did the Decurion bully you?”
“I’m fine.”
Lin Feng smiled but didn’t say much more. Jiang Yi was honest, but telling him too much might not be good for him…
In the days that followed, Lin Feng trained hard to prepare for the coming battle.
He practiced his sword techniques under the scorching sun, gripping his standard-issue longsword as he drilled each move repeatedly.
These techniques were just like the basic breathing methods—ordinary and widely practiced. They were simply the army’s basic sword forms.
There were thirteen moves in total: slash, chop, thrust, sweep, lift, stab, cleave, block, and so on.
Just like the basic breathing technique, the basic sword forms were so common they didn’t even qualify to be listed on the system’s panel.
Perhaps because the war against the Northern Barbarians was imminent, the training hours in the camp had been extended.
The drill instructors were all burly and shirtless, even at night. Their stern eyes swept across the rows of soldiers, barking orders constantly:
“You lot—no matter what rank you are, blades don’t discriminate. If you want to come back alive, then train until you drop! As long as you don’t die, train harder!”
Everyone knew deep down that the upcoming battle with the Northern Barbarian elites would be brutal.
Each soldier gave it their all during training.
By the end of each day, their clothes were soaked through with sweat, sticking tightly to their bodies. Even the slightest movement sent drops of sweat falling and pooling beneath their feet.
Back in the barracks, the exhausted soldiers groaned in agony.
Some collapsed on their bunks and fell asleep the moment their heads hit the pillow.
Others had long given up hope, simply grateful to be alive for one more day.
After all, this was no ordinary battle—it was against elite Northern Barbarian troops.
Most of Yan Pass’s soldiers, especially the Grade C ones like Lin Feng who hadn’t yet become warriors, were basically cannon fodder.
Inside the barracks, everyone was drained like dogs, sprawled out across the floor—except Lin Feng, who sat upright on his bunk.
Aside from a light sheen of sweat on his forehead, he looked even more energetic than before training.
“Hey! Lin Feng, how are you more spirited than before? We’re all half-dead over here!”
“I bet it’s that weird-eyed wife of his! She must’ve used some kind of sorcery. Before, he couldn’t even handle half a day of training!”
Everyone nodded in agreement. After all, they knew exactly how useless Lin Feng used to be.
Lin Feng just chuckled and ignored them. He didn’t care enough to argue. Even spitting back at them felt like a waste of effort.
Naturally, Wang Erhu had also noticed the changes in Lin Feng over the past few days.
But before he could think deeper, a messenger burst in:
“Orders from the General! All troops assemble at the drill field immediately! Latecomers will be punished!”
Without another word, the messenger ran off to deliver the same order to the next Decurion.
Watching him disappear into the distance, Wang Erhu—after years as a Decurion—felt a thought flash across his mind—
We’re going to war!