latelenovela Chapter 438
Chapter 438
"Congratulations, Master Cuihong."
"Congratulations! Our 135th Battalion's fierce general has returned."
Amidst countless congratulations, Zhong Ming walked out of the intensive care unit. The battalion commander's wife was somewhat relieved to see that he had recovered very well, and even seemed poised to make further progress.
"We need to observe for a while longer to see if there is any sign of the body weakening again."
"No need, Madam, really no need this time. I can feel it. This time, my power has truly returned, and the power within my body has surpassed my previous peak."
"Okay, that's good. How many years do you plan to pay back the three thousand military merit points?"
"Um???"
Upon hearing this, Zhong Ming felt like half the sky had fallen. No wonder the effect was so good, the medicine worked so quickly, and it was so expensive!
"Ahem, Madam, isn't this price...?"
"This is roughly half the price. The other half of the medicinal herbs were provided by Yue Kaishan of the Shield Guard Camp. I'm not involved in the debt between you two." She looked Zhong Ming up and down, wondering if she should punish him now for leading Fang Qianqian astray.
Zhong Ming immediately jumped up and shouted, "What? The medicinal herbs were given by Brother Yue? No way, he must need them. I have to explain it to him right now."
After saying that, he ran outside, and no one stopped him.
Of course, the guards were only there as a formality to stop them; the fact that the other important figures didn't speak up meant they tacitly agreed.
Only after Zhong Ming left did the battalion commander's wife say quietly, "Didn't I just say that we need to observe for a while longer?"
The people standing behind her exchanged glances, each gesturing furiously as if discussing some unspoken deal. Finally, one of them stepped forward resignedly and said, "I'll go with him."
Then he ran off.
The first thing Zhong Ming did when he went out was to check on the workers. Without his organization, he wondered if they were still training.
In fact, he believed that he had organized a group of people whose ideological awareness was similar to his own, and these people did try to follow in his footsteps.
Of course, following this path might be a bit...too much of a following.
This group of "elites" participated in a "trial" of giant rice bowls in the cafeteria, and then most of them stayed in small wards set up by the medical team next door for a few days before coming out.
Therefore, when Zhong Ming arrived at their residence, there were only a few scattered people training together. The offensive and defensive teams were not all present, so they could only practice formations.
"Lord Cuihong is here? Lord Cuihong is here!"
The news spread like wildfire, waking many people from their sleep, who opened their windows cursing and shouting:
"I'm just a lowly Qi Refining Stage 3 carp, not a Foundation Establishment Stage master. I still need to sleep; I can't work non-stop for twelve hours straight!"
"What are you shouting for? If there's something to discuss, ring the assembly bell. Otherwise, shut up!"
A deputy team leader who also worked as a night foreman walked out of the room cursing and swearing, and the first thing he saw was Zhong Ming.
Without the slightest hesitation, he climbed over the railing and jumped directly from the building.
"Captain Cuihong! I've been missing you so much~~"
After landing, the man walked up to Zhong Ming in a few quick steps, his voice booming loudly, "Sir, you're really robust. You recovered from such a serious injury so quickly, and you even seem a bit stronger now. Oh dear, if it were us, we would have been dead long ago."
"Stop talking nonsense, are you still willing to follow me?"
"Yes, very much so, a hundred times, a thousand times so."
The workers cheered and, guided by them, arrived at the site of the former castle.
Since the entire castle had collapsed, the Third Guard had a new place to live. From the outside, it looked like the ruins were being cleared at a snail's pace, and the high piles of rubble seemed like they would never be finished.
In fact, if you take a leap and jump onto it, you will find that it has become a circular pit.
A flat area was cleared out in the very center of the rubble pile, where the workers rested, sometimes trained, and sometimes held meetings.
As a contractor, it's normal for me to hold meetings on the "construction site," right?
Zhong Ming's arrival added a touch of seriousness to the place. The previously lax workers immediately became tense, fearing that the adults would discover their lax training and even more so that Zhong Ming would give them a surprise test.
"Yes, everyone's here." Zhong Ming, like a high-ranking official on an inspection tour, walked around, glanced at everyone, and then asked, "Are you all still willing to train?"
"Yes." "Of course I'm willing."
He grabbed a stool at random and sat down next to someone, scaring that person so much that they immediately tried to "run away".
"Hey, don't go! I'm not a tiger, I don't eat people."
Zhong Ming looked at the people around him, smiled faintly, and said, "Come on, this is just a ruin. Let's pretend that the camp has been destroyed like this and have a drill. The more you sweat in peacetime, the less you bleed in wartime."
At Zhong Ming's command, they immediately organized themselves and spontaneously divided into offensive and defensive teams. Perhaps those skilled in both offense and defense wanted to show off, as the team formation was much faster than Zhong Ming had anticipated.
"Then, let's get started."
It was a gloomy afternoon. Days in Cliff City were always so gloomy, and the dark clouds in the sky never seemed to dissipate. The workers on the "training ground" were wrestling together, swinging sledgehammers at the half-table that the defenders had propped up, using the "corpses" of their comrades to block attacks, and jumping into the enemy's rear to fight under the cover of weak magic.
The formidable battle gradually descended into chaos during the fierce close combat, ultimately becoming a contest of wills.
There's also a contest of stubbornness.
Many people argued heatedly, such as whether a shot to the waist meant the opponent was already incapacitated and the counterattack shouldn't have been so swift, or where a shot could have been delivered without being fatal, allowing the person to continue fighting.
However, the good thing about these discussions is that... there are no definite answers. They usually get really angry while arguing and then start fighting again.
A lively "physical exchange" gradually helped Zhong Ming recover from the gloom of the previous incident.
They are indifferent, stingy, easily swayed by small favors, and meticulous in their calculations.
That's because they don't consider you one of their own.
Who are they working so hard for? Who are they making money for? They have too little capital, so they can only hold on tightly and entrust it all to the people they trust most.
These people are their parents, wives, or children. When you are not considered "one of their own," they will carefully protect their money, afraid of losing even a penny from you. The bolder ones will try every means to squeeze some money out of you.
But when they consider you one of their own, when you organize these people, you see the greatness of humanity.
They were very "clumsy" and "unsophisticated," and their response was also very "clumsy" and "unsophisticated."
That's all we did.