Chapter 382: Clashing Head-on (1) (2/2)

This tent was clearly much more luxurious than the others, so it was most likely the commander’s tent.

He Changdi, Xiao Hongyu and Zhang Mai waited outside the tent. It had been a harsh six day journey to reach Su City using the snowboat. All of them looked quite haggard right now. Even Zhang Mai, who was usually more concerned with keeping up his neat appearance, sported some messy stubble. There were even some ash marks on his face here and there. His hands and feet were covered in chilblains from exposure to the elements.

After fifteen minutes, He Changdi and his party were ushered into the tent.

Yuan Zhong and a few officers of the northwest army welcomed He Sanlang and the rest.

Once He Changdi entered the tent, he followed protocol and bowed in greeting to the great general of the northwest army, Yuan Zhong.

When Yuan Zhong saw that the three men had all knelt down on one knee while keeping their backs straight, he hesitated before bursting out into laughter. He stepped forward and personally helped the three men up.

“I didn’t expect Great General Qian to have sent such young officers out here! The younger generation is truly to be reckoned with!”

Xiao Bojian was seated beside Yuan Zhong. His gaze abruptly sharpened as he noticed the young man who was the leader of the party.

His grip tightened around the teacup he was holding in one hand. He Changdi! He had come here!

So it was true that enemies were always destined to meet!

He Changdi’s senses were finely honed, so he immediately realised that there was a cold gaze levelled on him. He shifted his eyes upwards and caught sight of Xiao Bojian seated above him; his thin lips pressed together in response.

In an instant, the originally amiable atmosphere in the tent turned so tense that there should have been sparks flying in the air.

Yuan Zhong was the first to notice that the atmosphere didn’t seem right. He glanced at the two men strangely, “Do you know each other?”

The two men replied at the same time with similar cold tones, “Not at all!”

Yuan Zhong had no choice but to cough awkwardly. In a quick turn of wit, he swallowed the question ‘Then is there a grudge between you two?’ he had been about to bring up.

If He Sanlang were to give an answer to that unsaid question, he would surely have said: ‘The grudge of stealing my wife and ruining my family.’

Thus, the discussion within the tent continued with the strange atmosphere in the air.

Yuan Zhong made sleeping arrangements for He Changdi’s group. As for the supplies, they were in charge of gathering them themselves.

The general also kept He Changdi and his party behind for a meal. After the meal, perhaps due to some inner sadist tendencies, he actually ordered Xiao Bojian to escort He Changdi out of the commander’s tent.