latelenovela Chapter 329 Why did you send me here?
Chapter 329 Why did you send me here?
The sun rises over the eastern mountains, the clouds resemble golden scales, and a layer of gold glistens on the silver waves of the waterfall.
Zhong Ming stayed up all night, feeling paranoid and wishing he could dissect himself to see if any Gu worms had infiltrated him.
After changing shifts, he went to collect some "supplies that the captain of the guard team should have" and was about to return to the "camp" when suddenly there was a commotion in the sky. High in the sky, the captain of the guard team and several Foundation Establishment stage experts successfully captured a hawk that was trying to scout.
A turbulent time...a turbulent summer. After a period of quiet, there is always some commotion that breaks the peace, and the enemies seem endless.
How did the campaign against the merfolk turn into a war with an entire enemy alliance?
Zhong Ming paused for a moment, then shook his head. Other people's affairs are their own worries. He might as well go to sleep.
Back in his small room, he drifted off to sleep on the simple stone bed. The commotion outside did not wake him; the noise burst into his dreams, bringing a cacophony of sounds to Zhong Ming, who was fishing in front of the Maoshan Taoist Temple.
I didn't sleep well. I woke up in a daze and realized that I had only slept for two hours. There was another round of cheers outside, which were hysterical and crazy.
Whether they were heroes or just bystanders, everyone felt a sense of excitement from staying up all night.
Zhong Ming yawned, about to go back to sleep, when suddenly a flash of inspiration struck him. This was what military strategists called "the enemy camps, we harass them."
Even if it means losing a little bit of strength each time—a scout monster, a failed infiltration assassin, a bomb that falls from the sky worth some spirit stones—it can still have a significant impact on the overall condition of the artillery battalion.
He immediately left the barracks and wrote a letter, which was then sent directly to the central command tent.
This is one of the standard supplies for the captain of the guard. As for why he didn't go directly to the central command tent? Because with his seniority... he would probably be kicked out even if he said so. But with a letter, you have to open it to know what's inside. Whether you agree with Zhong Ming's point of view or not, at least you can see it by glancing at the letter.
For scouts, all they need to do is report what they see and hear. But for a captain-level officer, simply stating the problem without offering a solution is simply being irresponsible.
The letter not only explained his conjecture, but also offered a "strategy": Since the other side wants to tire me out, why not play along and make it look lively while our elite troops rest well? When they think we should be tired, we can sharpen our knives, eat our fill, and wait for them to tire themselves out before ambushing their attack squad.
After sending the letter out, the small envelope issued by the military merit point exchange office turned into a dim beam of light and flew away. Zhong Ming went into the room, and then... slept even more soundly, wishing he could add a few more silencing restrictions.
He slept for another two hours, then stretched comfortably and went outside. The two people were waiting for him in the courtyard.
Fang Qianqian lay on the ground without any restraint, lazily basking in the sun, while the other one...
What's this kid doing here?
This is one of the two boys who tried to climb over the wall last night. One of them was parasitized by a Gu worm, while the other was tied up and placed in the small courtyard. However, compared to his stubborn look last night, his eyes now look somewhat empty.
"Hey, what's this duo of yours? Are you on vacation here?"
"Ah, the captain's out?" Fang Qianqian looked utterly dejected. "My brother-in-law just told me I have to stay here with you for a few more days."
The battalion commander stood at the bedroom door, supporting his back, and said this to him. It seems that his sister's opinion has been appeased.
"Still staying here with me? Well done, you're quite something." Zhong Ming grinned, a slightly eerie smile spreading across his face.
"Um... Captain, we don't have any major grudges, right? Although I was in the wrong at first, you guys still beat me up. Do you think we can let this go..."
"Do you think this is your decision?" Zhong Ming got angry just thinking about it. "You want to give newbies a hard time? Well, you're a newbie in my team now, have you had your fill of that hard time?"
"No, no, no, I'm full, I'm full..." Fang Qianqian waved her hands repeatedly.
However, Zhong Ming changed the subject, "Did you take the 'disciplinary rod'? Huh? When did I give you the 'disciplinary rod'? Up until now, hasn't it all been normal training?"
"Yes, no!"
Fang Qianqian suddenly realized that Zhong Ming didn't mean that he would have to carry those two big rocks every day and seriously beat him up before the day even began!
Thinking this through, he instantly lost his composure and yelled, "Captain~~~"
“The people you used to bully also call me captain.”
Zhong Ming adhered to the simple values of "repaying kindness with kindness and repaying injustice with justice," and rolled up his sleeves, ready to fight fire with fire. The battalion commander's brother-in-law was in a hurry, looked around, and immediately hugged the boy whose eyes had lost their light.
"Captain! Captain, deal with him first. The logistics department just brought him over, saying he's for you to handle."
"Leave everything to me; put it back where it came from."
The boy then slowly turned his head and said to him, "My home is right here, right where you are standing."
Zhong Ming stomped his foot, making the ground even more compact.
The boy said that his house was leveled, crushed to the ground by this cannon that fell from the sky.
From this perspective, all soldiers are villains in his eyes.
"So? What are you planning to do?"
Seeing that the boy didn't answer, Zhong Ming asked Fang Qianqian again, "What did he say when he was brought here? Was he examined? What abilities does he have? Does he have spiritual roots?"
"Yes, yes, he has spiritual roots, so they brought him over." Fang Qianqian slapped her forehead and remembered that after the logistics department checked him, they found nothing unusual, only that he had some spiritual roots, so they brought him over.
Zhong Ming's face was gloomy, and he wished he could kick this "only" teammate.
"Why don't you refuse? What would you do with someone with spiritual roots if you put them here? Give them to the new recruits' instructors."
The two of them fell silent, staring blankly at him. Helpless, he walked up to the boy, squatted down, and asked, "What's your name?"
"Zhang Youcai." Upon closer inspection, the boy was a bit dark-skinned, but his features were fairly regular, and his ears were quite large. In the countryside, he would definitely meet the standard of being "lucky."
"What was the evaluation of you by the person who examined you?"
"He said I have a good chance of building a foundation using water-based methods, and the wooden structure is acceptable."
“That means he has decent aptitude for woodworking.” Zhong Ming rubbed his temples, feeling like he’d taken on a troublesome task.