Upon hearing Li You’s words.
Looking at Zhao Feng, and the blood-stained bodies of the Sharp Warriors behind him.
Zhao Ying quickly let go.
"Brother, you should go wash up."
"I’ll gather the military doctors to wait at the camp, let them inspect all the soldiers who’ve returned from the expedition," Zhao Ying said gently.
"Alright."
Zhao Feng nodded, "This ti around, almost every soldier is wounded; they should really be checked out."
"Brothers."
"Head to the Logistics Army for a bath."
"We’re reeking." Zhao Feng shouted loudly, dismounted his horse, and headed into the camp.
The soldiers followed suit.
Logistics Army.
One Firescout Army after another busily boiled hot water.
The camp was steaming.
"Quick."
"The Senior General has returned, get the water ready quickly," the Logistics Army leader shouted.
"Understood."
One after another, the Logistics Army filled the wooden tubs with water, along with the grass used for bathing.
Thousands of wooden tubs were set up.
The Firescout Army filled them with water.
"Welco, Senior General."
As Zhao Feng approached.
Yang Bo imdiately ran over to greet him.
"Extraordinary preparation, so many wooden tubs as well."
Seeing the situation of the Logistics Army, Zhao Feng was slightly surprised.
"Senior General."
"I have prepared for a long ti, just waiting for the Senior General to return with the troops."
"These wooden tubs were erected by having soldiers cut down trees, all brand new."
"Additionally, I requested so healing powder from the Military dical Camp for the water," Yang Bo replied imdiately.
"Well done," Zhao Feng praised with a smile.
Afterward.
Zhao Feng directly walked to one of the wooden tubs.
"Brothers, no need for fuss."
"Wash thoroughly."
Zhao Feng laughed aloud, stripped off his battle armor and blood-soaked military uniform, and jumped into the steaming tub.
Upon entering.
The relief was imnse.
"Following orders."
Nurous Sharp Warriors did the sa.
Removed their armor and uniforms.
Seeing these soldiers bare-bodied, the surrounding Logistics Army was astonished.
Because nearly every soldier bore scars from knives, arrows.
Their Senior General was no exception.
His upper body was almost entirely covered in wounds.
"This might be the real Sharp Warriors."
"Each crawled out from a pile of corpses."
At this mont, each Logistic Soldier felt deeply moved.
Perhaps many did not understand the difference between Sharp Warriors and Logistics Army.
Possibly thinking it’s the difference between front-line combat and battlefield clean-up, but seeing the scars all over each soldier gave instant clarity.
They truly broke free from a sea of blood and corpses.
"After fighting for so long in the damned Northern Frontier, we can finally enjoy ourselves."
"Brothers, this was prepared by the Logistics Army brothers, we can’t waste it."
"And those with wounds, don’t shout, don’t embarrass us," Wei Quan laughed loudly and also jumped into a tub.
"Don’t worry."
"We are all soldiers of the Senior General, bleeding without tears, fearless of death, what is there to fear of small wounds."
"You must enjoy."
"Senior General."
"When can we drink, we’re dying for it."
"Yes."
"I want to drink."
"I not only want to drink, I want to eat at."
...
Each soldier soaked in the tub, laughing closely.
All eyes turned to Zhao Feng.
"What I promised will not be forgotten," Zhao Feng laughed aloud.
His gaze turned to Yang Bo, "General Yang, did you hear?"
"I heard."
"The Firescout Army will fully prepare, ensuring all returning soldiers feast with wine and at aplenty," Yang Bo replied with a smile.
"Mighty Senior General."
"Mighty Senior General..."
The soldiers excitedly shouted.
"Scrub thoroughly, don’t co out stinking afterward."
"Also."
"Have them prepare brand new uniforms."
"Tell the Logistics brother to clean the armor."
"Faulty ones must be remade," Zhao Feng addressed Yang Bo.
"I understand," Yang Bo replied, looking at the multitude of uniforms and armor.
Uniforms can’t be worn again, either tattered or soaked in blood, not cleanable.
As for armor, cleaning it up should serve.
After all, a set of armor is not cheap, can’t throw it away.
After his instructions.
Zhao Feng leaned back against the tub, enjoying rare tranquility.
On the grassland.
Daily on edge from foreign tribes encircling, Zhao Feng always tense to bring back as many brothers as possible, resting with his Divine Sense wide open, ready to retreat with the army at any sign of disturbance.
Because of this.
Whenever foreign tribes plan to encircle, Zhao Feng would lead the army around them.
Avoiding capture.
Now returning.
Xiangping City boasts 200,000 defending soldiers, plus 100,000 Logistics Army.
With such forces guarding.
Zhao Feng fears nothing.
Now, he naturally relaxes fully.
Not just Zhao Feng.
Many soldiers soak in the tub, enjoying long-awaited comfort, many falling asleep as they wash.
"Calculate the enemy kill attribute points," Zhao Feng instructed.
Since entering the foreign tribes, Zhao Feng hasn’t claid attribute points, awaiting this mont.
Today’s claim would surely be explosive.
Countless foreign tribe deaths under Zhao Feng and his troops.
This ti.
Zhao Feng would see a surge in all attributes.
"War’s end."
"Host’s army killed 586,733 enemies, collected 146,683 attribute points."
"Collected 15,493 True Qi points."
"Collected 17,329 strength points."
"Collected 17,123 speed points."
User Comments
0 comments from readers