Chapter Seventeen

  The girl looked down and saw her face change slightly, handed it over to her companion on the side, and whispered: "It's that guy Zhao Yuan."

  Apparently, she was no stranger to this Ningguo Qianhu.

  The girl looked at Qiu Zhen with great interest and asked: "Was it you who killed him?"

  Qiu Zhen's head shook like a rattle drum, and he said repeatedly: "No, no, it wasn't me, it was Tang Da Ge who killed him!" He hastily pushed Tang Yin out.

  The woman smiled and re-examined Tang Yin, who was indeed handsome and talented. His demeanor was also elegant and unrestrained, with a natural upward curve at the corners of his mouth, giving the impression that he was smiling. However, the coldness in his eyes made it impossible to ignore, and there was a hint of evil light flashing within them, but the evil light in his eyes was not the kind that was frivolous or lustful.

  She gazed at Tang Yan for a long time before asking softly: "What is your military rank?"

  "He is just a soldier."

  "Huh? The young lady couldn't believe his words, nor could she trust them. A common soldier killing the renowned chiliarch of an enemy country was simply the most absurd thing under heaven."

  She looked disbelieving, and Qiu Zhen followed up by saying: "Tang is indeed a soldier, but he's also a cultivator!"

  That's strange. The girl's doubts deepened, if she didn't remember wrong, before the Ning Kingdom mobilized its troops, the Wind King had issued several recruitment notices to widely recruit talented warriors from the Wind Kingdom. Tang Yin was a spiritual cultivator and had a mind to join the military, so why didn't he go to the Recruitment Hall, but instead became an ordinary soldier?

  She closed her eyes, paused for two seconds, and then suddenly opened them, with the two charming eyes shooting out a brilliant light that fell directly on Tang Yin. She was using the Lingwu skill - Insight, which was not an attack skill, but rather a probe of the opponent's spiritual cultivation.

  Unexpectedly, she suddenly used Insight on herself, and Tang Yin secretly cursed his bad luck. Sure enough, after staring at Tang Yin for a moment, the woman's face changed color, and she exclaimed in surprise: "A cultivator of the Dark Arts!"

  The general standing shoulder-to-shoulder with her was also startled, staring straight at Tang Yin, but her expression was too icy to reveal what she was thinking.

  Hearing the words "Dark Cultivator" from the other person, Tang Yin subconsciously took a step back, at the same time, his right hand rose and rested on the sword at his waist.

  In the harsh memories, the practitioners of the Bright System were fire, while those of the Dark System were water. Water and fire cannot coexist, so when practitioners from the two systems met, it was as if sworn enemies had encountered each other, and they would not rest until one of them died.

  Now, the two leaders in front of him are both Radiant Spirit Cultivators, and around them, he can sense that there are still many Spirit Cultivators present. It seems that if he wants to save his life, he will inevitably have to engage in a fierce battle with the other side.

  Sensing his hostility and thick killing intent, the charming young lady's smile deepened as she asked, "What? You don't want others to know that you're a Dark Cultivator?"

  Tang Yan fearlessly met her gaze, narrowing his eyes without a word.

  "Don't you know? Years ago, the Wind King had already issued an order to no longer reject the Dark Cultivators, as long as they could serve the country and fight bravely on the battlefield, they would be considered pillars of the nation." Seeing Tang Yin's confused expression, she smiled again: "You can't really not know, right? Unless... you didn't go to the recruitment hall because you're a Dark Cultivator yourself?"

  What is the Idle Pavilion? What other decree has Feng Wang issued? Tang Yin didn't understand at all and had no idea what she was talking about.

  Seeing Tang Yin speechless for a long time, Qiu Zhen broke the silence and said: "It's like this, it must be like this. Tang big brother, now that there is such a decree, you don't have to hide your true strength anymore!"

  In fact, he had never heard that the Wind King had issued such a decree. He himself was not a cultivator of the dark arts and did not care about such things. Moreover, under the heavens, there were hardly any dark cultivators left, with the light system's spiritual martial arts occupying absolute orthodoxy, and almost no one would bother with this irrelevant decree.

  Oh! It turns out that the Dark Spirit Sword has been accepted in the Wind Country! This is beyond Tang Yin's expectations, and he can't sense any killing intent from the other party either. His vigilant mood eased slightly, and his hand holding the sword hilt slowly relaxed.

  The charming young woman smiled and opened her face, secretly thinking that her luck was not bad, and she even picked up a treasure on the way back to the capital. She took a deep breath, and her charming face rarely showed a serious expression, saying: "Tang Yin, you killed Zhao Yuan and made great contributions, what reward do you want?" Without giving Tang Yin a chance to speak, she continued: "I think so, my third infantry battalion is short of a thousand husbands, how about you doing it?"

  The third and fourth infantry regiments of the Wind Country have always been the direct troops of the Dance House, and can be said to be the personal troops of the Dance House. It is already difficult to get a single official position in it, let alone the position of Qianfu Zhang, which is a coveted position that many talented people are competing for.

  Qiu Zhen knew that Tang Yin would get a reward, but he didn't expect it to be so high. His expression was a hundred times more excited than Tang Yin's, who was standing still on the spot. He used his arm to poke Tang Yin's soft ribs and urged him anxiously: "Hurry! Hurry up and thank General Wu!"

  Tang Yin smiled bitterly. He had never planned to stay in the army for long, his heart was set on leaving the Wind and Ning battlefield as soon as possible, preserving his life, and after returning to the Wind Country, he would immediately leave the army, then think of a way to return to his original world. But now that the other side wanted to give him the position of Qian Fu Zhang, it was equivalent to trapping him in the army, how could he be willing?

  "This, I'm afraid..."

  The charming woman didn't give him a chance to decline, nor did she care whether Tang Yin accepted or not. She said directly: "We are now in a precarious situation and the circumstances are urgent, so let's skip the polite words. It's settled then! However, I currently can't provide you with an army of one thousand men, so for now, you'll still be in charge of the soldiers from your original organization!" After finishing her words, she urged her horse forward with a kick and shouted: "Let's go!"

  Military orders are like mountains, and with a single order from her elder sister, the halted camp began to move forward once again.

  Watching her ride a tall horse in front of him, Tang Yin couldn't help but laugh and cry. He had never seen such an arrogant woman who didn't give people a chance to speak.

  "Brother Tang, congratulations! No, I should call you Commander now!" Qiu Zhen smiled with curved eyes beside Tang Yin, repeatedly bowing his hands in congratulation.

  Tang Yin gave him a glance and lowered his head, saying in a low voice: "I have no interest in this Thousand Households Chief."

  Qiu Zhenyi was taken aback, then laughed and said: "Right, right, if you want to do it, do it big! What's the big deal about being a thousand-man commander? Brother Tang will become a battalion commander in the future, and he'll be a general!"

  Tang Yin didn't understand where Qiu Zhen's confidence in himself came from, and lazily stopped talking to him, only lightly sighing.

  He didn't speak, but Qiu Zhen's mouth wasn't idle, and he said repeatedly: "Tang Da Ge, give the order quickly!"

  Tang Yan said vaguely: "Give orders? What orders?"

  "Of course I'll promote you as my deputy, didn't we agree on that from the start? I'll always follow you and you'll always bring me along." Qiu Zhensaid solemnly.

  "Has anyone ever said that?" Tang Yin laughed and asked back: "I only said to bring you, but didn't say 'always', did I?"

  "Some things I definitely won't remember wrong!" Qiu Zhenhou said with a thick face, without turning red or gasping for air.

  "...Tang Yin had nothing to say, and he didn't care about his own title of Qianfu Zhang either, so why would he care who his deputy was?"

  At this time, a young general leading a white war horse walked towards Tang Yin. When he approached, he first introduced himself: "My name is Wu Yi, and I am the commander of the Third Infantry Regiment."

  Tang Yin looked at the newcomer, who was in his thirties, of medium build, with slightly dark skin and a gentle appearance. Since he was the commander of the Third Infantry Regiment, that made him Tang Yin's direct superior. Tang Yin nodded and said, "General Wu, hello!"

  Wu Yi was a dancer, but not a direct descendant. He was very easy-going and looked up and down at Tang Yin, smiling: "In private, there's no need to call each other 'General', from now on we're just our own people. I think I'm a few years older than you, so you can call me Wu Big Brother, and I'll call you Tang Little Brother!"

  Tang Yin had no opinion and smiled blandly: "Obedience is better than respect."

  Wu Yi nodded in satisfaction. In an army, especially during wartime, unity of command is crucial; although he was the commander of the army, it was also necessary for him to get along well with his subordinates, the chiliarchs.

  He said, "When it's time to rest at night, I'll give you the new military badge and uniform. As for personnel, I really can't spare any, this battle was too devastating, the 3rd and 4th infantry regiments originally had over 20,000 men, now there are only these few in front of me." He said with a sad expression, shaking his head.

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