Chapter 291 - I Go Right, You Go Left. We Will Attack Together (1/2)

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

“Girl, if you know the Tibetan dialect, I’ll let you go. However, you don’t.” Princ.i.p.al Chen took the medication and smiled. “I’ve retired from the army for many years. I don’t have the force of the presence of a soldier anymore. Ye Jian, you will kill the enemies outside with Captain Xia. We will listen to Captain Xia’s command.”

In every battle, once the battle plan was finalized, everyone must listen to the commander. No one can make their own decisions.

Xia Jinyuan could see that Ye Jian was worried about Princ.i.p.al Chen. He said softly, “Don’t worry, we have a plan to get the mercenaries out of the tent. Uncle Chen is going in to protect the safety of the hostages.”

Ye Jian relaxed a little after she heard what he said. It seemed like they really had a plan.

This was a battle that must be done in secret. No one must be alerted. Princ.i.p.al Chen brought Uncle Cizha along as they crouched down and went to the various tents to inform the Tibetans that were asleep.

There were six tents nearer to the tent with the mercenaries inside. The awakened Tibetans took out their matchlock musket, which was one of the three treasures of the Tibetan soldiers, when they heard what had happened. They wanted to fight the mercenaries that dared to harm the villagers.

The herdsmen were hot-blooded people. If not for Uncle Cizha, they would have rushed out by now.

Princ.i.p.al Chen wore the Tibetan costume and put on a hat. He looked just like a Tibetan. G3 and the other soldiers held their breath as Princ.i.p.al Chen walked slowly towards the tent with the mercenaries inside.

When he reached the tent, he raised his voice and called the people inside. There was no fear in his voice.

K7 translated what Princ.i.p.al Chen said. “Is Dema inside? I’ve brought the anti-inflammatory powder you asked me to bring. Sorry to come back so late. I met some snow wolves and almost lost my life. Luckily, the matchlock musket saved me.”