Liu Ce entered his own camp, took off the long gun and waist knife, removed the leather armor from his body and placed it in front of his seat. He came to the water tank, picked up a gourd scoop, poured a scoop of water into his mouth, and then scooped up several more scoops to pour on his face. After wiping dry with a piece of cloth, he felt somewhat refreshed. Raising his head, he looked around the camp and saw that there were eight people in total.
The one leaning against the door sharpening his knife is Sun Cheng, 27 years old, a knife shield soldier. He is particularly skilled with that waist knife of his, and has killed 18 bandits in several battles against them. He is taciturn and rarely speaks.
Sitting opposite Sun Cheng is Yang Fan, 23 years old, also a knife shield soldier, who like Sun Cheng is not good at communicating and has killed 12 bandits with his own hands.
He was a burly man named Feng Chou Nian, 25 years old, estimated by Liu Ze to be over two meters tall. He had a fiery temper and wielded an axe for opening up mountains. He once charged into a crowd of hundreds of bandits alone and scared them off. His nickname was "Madman". More than 60 bandits died under his axe, making him the most accomplished in the entire army camp. Unfortunately, he didnt know how to get along with people, loved drinking, and would often run amok after getting drunk, causing trouble for his superiors. As a result, despite being in the military for seven years, he remained an ordinary soldier. Nobody could tolerate this madman, but he seemed indifferent himself, using his meager monthly salary to buy wine and living one day at a time.
Seventeen-year-old Xu Hui, a young man with the appearance of a scholar, sat on the upper seat next to Liu Ce, who was one year younger. He had been in the army for less than three months and had not yet achieved any military merit. With his clear eyebrows and bright eyes, he attracted the attention of many older soldiers and even officers in the camp, who often made fun of him. Every day, he would hold a history book or a military book and say things that no one could understand.
The three people sitting on the innermost seat were Wang Tong, Li Zhi and Han Feng. They came from the same village and naturally liked to gather together. The three of them used a knife, shield and spear, as well as a crossbow. Han Feng was born into a hunting family at the age of 22. He wasnt particularly skilled with his crossbow, but within dozens of steps, he had killed 23 bandits with his arrows. Wang Tong and Li Zhi didnt have any special abilities, and together they only had eight heads to their name.
In the account, a 40-year-old veteran was the head of this camp, named Zeng Congyan. He had been in the army for 20 years and had participated in battles against foreign tribes outside the Great Wall. Although he had military achievements, his family was poor and he did not have money to bribe his superiors, so he could not be promoted and could only serve as a nominal head of the camp. In fact, no one in the camp paid attention to him. He smoked dry tobacco, and the inferior tobacco smoke irritated everyone, causing them to wave their sleeves and cover their noses. The smoke surrounded his weathered face.
Liu Ce glanced at them, said nothing, and lay down on his own bunk. He looked sideways at the adjacent bed, which was empty. A full tent had 20 people, now only 9 were left. The day before, they were still laughing and chatting, but in an instant, they were gone. In this world where human life is as worthless as grass, survival is the biggest problem. Liu Ce waved away these thoughts from his mind and fell into a deep sleep.
At the same time, inside the headquarters of the Banner Troop...
"Did you see clearly? More than 100,000 people?" Thunderbolt Armys Fourth Flag Team General Zhu Song confirmed the credibility of the message with Deng Jiao and the scout again. "Reporting to Your Excellency, every word is true. When I came, the enemy army had already gathered more than 100,000 troops. Its likely that there are even more than this number. If things dont go as expected, they will probably arrive at the outskirts of Gaoyang City by tomorrow morning at the latest. At that time, its unlikely to be less than 200,000!"
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