461 Arrival of the Western Relief Troops! (1/2)

The marshal's aggressive tone was undeniably convincing.

no one in the entire western troop dared to doubt the words of this fellow, whom the entire Empire of Yutang acknowledged as the most brutal, unreasonable, vulgar person they knew of. He was, in fact, even disrespectful of one's ancestors.

He would keep his word!

He would definitely do what he said about setting a stone in front of the person's house forbeing a f*cker; he would do it exactly as he had threatened!

The elites of the western battalion charged out, howling like madmen.

All of them heard a voice from the bottom of their hearts – no one would be a f*cker, even if they were beaten to death!

If there were really to be a humiliating tomb set in front of their house… f*ck, how would their family go on with their lives?

Besides, Wang Yunzhu added something in the end that set fire to the fuel in the western soldiers' hearts.

”Fu Baoguo is the top general of Yutang's younger generation; this has been publicly acknowledged. Your father admits it as well. However, the eastern troops have always been called the top battalion of Yutang – this, your father will not admit to! I am sending you people over to take this title back for me! Your father may lose out to someone, but my subordinates can never lose out to anyone!”

”Snatch it back! Snatch it back!”

The hundred and fifty thousand men roared in unison, sending rumbles throughout the land.

The leader of the relief troop was the vanguard of the western troop, and the top general under Wang Yunzhu, Sun Zihu, had personally been called to the side by Marshal Wang before they left. Marshal Wang said earnestly, ”Sunzi1! You have to remember…”

”Marshal! Can you call me by my full name? Even Huzi is fine! Don't you feel the least bit awkward calling me Sunzi?” Sun Zihu looked at his marshal with discontent written all over his bearded face.

”F*cking hell, f*ck off! Off you go! Your father was going to talk to you a bit more, but now, I've got no mood left to do so. I don't want to tell you anything now!” Wang Yunzhu kicked his favorite general out.

Sun Zihu half rolled and half flew away from the heavy boot. He picked himself up and continued on his journey.

The army then set out immediately.

Seeing the troops moving farther and farther away, Wang Yunzhu slapped the tree beside him regretfully, ”I wanted to tell that fellow to bring as many brothers back alive as he can… I was so serious about it, yet that bastard doesn't share the same sentiment. If he dares to let too many brothers fall out there, your father will really turn you, Sun Zihu, into a grandson!”

The generals beside him rolled their eyes.

Doesn't share the sentiment?

Their marshal had been calling him grandson for eight years… who would share his sentiment?

He was, however, unprecedentedly serious. They had thought that Sun Zihu was giving him face by not openly arguing with him, as he would normally have.

Of course, thoughts were only thoughts; none of them spoke those thoughts aloud. After all, they all knew the marshal's sincere intention.

Until the troops had left and were no longer visible, the marshal, who was always cursing in an exceptionally rough manner, stood at the highest point to gaze at the departing men for a long time. It was like he could still see the backs of his western relief troops who were long gone; it was also as if he was looking forward to the safe return of his soldiers.

His lonesome silhouette, with his arms against his back, had his gaze trained at the distance; even when night fell, he had not moved a single step.

No one dared to go over and peek at the marshal's face. All the generals had gone back quietly.

On that night, the western basecamp was silent. It was said that the marshal was unusually inebriated from excessive drinking...

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Sun Zihu sped along, moving faster during the first leg of his journey; he tried his hardest not to turn back.

He had been working with the marshal for eleven years, and the decade-plus a year of service had allowed him to understand the marshal's character and temper like the back of his hand.

That was how Sun Zihu knew what the marshal wanted to say when they were about to part, but he did not let the latter speak. He was afraid that he could not keep his tears in check once the marshal spoke.

He was a man, and it was embarrassing for a seven-foot-tall man to cry.

However, going to the eastern border now might be the most devastating war he had to partake in this lifetime of his; how many of the hundred and fifty thousand brothers going with him could come back alive?