He opened his mouth and said to Chen Lang, "Reporting to the General, we would also like to attend the celebration banquet. Could you give us a seat?"
Chen Lang was a bit puzzled, thinking that even laborers wanted a place in the central army tent. There were indeed too many strange occurrences today.
The strange incident in Chen Lang’s mind was, of course, referring to Lin Feng and his group, who managed to force a retreat of a hundred miles from an army of ten thousand with just over a thousand n.
This was unprecedented in the history of the Human Realm, and rare even within the Six Realms. It could be considered a military miracle, a significant event to be recorded in Human Realm history.
But now that the Court is divided, who would record history? History is written for kings, not for naless people of over a thousand.
By the sa reasoning, his central army dinner was for the soldiers who won the victory for the Court, not for a laborer.
So Chen Lang decided to shoo away the laborer before him.
Chen Lang shouted sternly, "How dare you ask for a reward without rit. Soldiers, prepare the military staff!"
With Chen Lang’s command, two soldiers holding staffs imdiately entered from outside the tent to pull the laborer out.
Then, more laborers ca in from outside the tent.
They started to make a commotion, all dressed uniformly in Water Python Headscarves. They called out loudly, and in no ti, five or six more people ca in.
They said, "We have worked hard to transport grain and grass for the army, traveling day and night from the military camp a hundred miles away. We just arrived in the city today, so tired, yet the General won’t even give us a al, but enjoys a feast here with others!"
The speaker was very angry, seemingly feeling that the Court didn’t treat them as humans.
Chen Lang watched the people who suddenly rushed in and stood there stupidly.
Because no one ca forward to stop them, the soldiers nearby also thought they had a point. So they did not step forward to arrest anyone, just watched on, waiting to see how their General would handle it.
The chief laborer, seeing Chen Lang not speaking, started shouting more fiercely.
"Yeah! We are humans too, working our fingers to the bone to transport military supplies, only to end up like this. The General says we have no rit, but what would you eat without us transporting supplies!"
Chen Lang heard soone actually dare to speak to him so boldly, and blood imdiately rushed to his head. As a young general himself, full of passion, how could he let others speak to him like this!
The veins on his face bulged, and his lips trembled with rage.
There was a sharp "clang" from inside the tent. Chen Lang drew a sword from his waist and was about to cut down the laborer who had spoken out. In his view, people should be divided into ranks, and each rank should adhere to its duties. Otherwise, they were lawless barbarians!
After all, he had been in the army for so many years, rising from a captain to a general, always keeping to his role and never daring to overstep.
Such lowlifes dared to openly challenge authority. Isn’t that rebellion? Therefore, he would deal with them with military discipline!
Chen Lang’s sharp sword ca down in a blow.
With one stroke, he killed the laborer who had cursed him and charged at him.
The laborer was just a martial artist, incapable of spellcasting. Hit by such a full-force strike without any energy wave, just a simple slash, it was enough to cut the laborer into two halves.
Not only the laborers but even the two soldiers standing by, ready to seize soone, felt a chill in their hearts when they saw it.
Looking at the pool of blood on the ground and the two halves of the corpse scattered about, they began to panic internally, not expecting the new General to be so brutal.
The disruptive laborers, seeing their companion dead, suddenly went silent, too intimidated to speak.
But one man stepped forward, kneeling in the pool of blood, both hands gathering so dirt. His hands, darkened by the sun and covered with calluses over the years, were now stained with blood, creating a striking image.
The old laborer burst into sobs, tears rolling out unstoppably.
"Oh, Heaven above, the people are suffering. The Court sees us as re fish and at. We’ve worked hard all our lives with nothing in return but slaughter by the Court! Heaven has eyes, bring down this tyrannical Court..."
The laborer, in tears, made the scene intensely tragic and woeful.
Before the old laborer could finish crying, still choking on his sobs, Chen Lang swung another sword directly at the old man’s throat.
Chen Lang chopped off the old laborer’s head. The head, with eyes wide open and an expression of resolute defiance without a hint of terror, rolled to the feet of the silent laborers.
Seeing a dirt- and blood-covered head on the ground, everyone beca even more terrified.
Chen Lang, however, still seed unsatisfied, glaring angrily at the headless body before him.
His nose still puffed anxiously, breathing hard from the burst of anger.
The remaining laborers, who had stord into the tent causing trouble, were all scared stiff, taking a while to co to their senses.
Their eyes wandered, fear making their gazes flicker.
Sotis they jostled each other, sotis looked around nervously.
All these actions showed they were afraid...
At this point, Chen Lang finally cald his anger, handing his sword to a nearby soldier, aning to have it cleaned. He did not want this precious sword sullied by the blood of these ignorant brutes.
The soldier indifferently took the blood-stained sword from Chen Lang.
Chen Lang handed over the sword, then proceeded step by step back to his seat.
Once seated, the maid beside him imdiately served him a cup of tea. This murderous butcher could enjoy food and drink, while we, who labor, couldn’t even eat a hot al. These laborers looked at Chen Lang’s smug expression, thinking about their own suffering and grievances while transporting supplies for the Court for half a lifeti. They were finally overwheld and furious.
Suddenly, soone shouted!
"You fools! I’ll fight you!"
Chen Lang hadn’t even raised the teacup to his lips before being startled by the shout.
The teacup slipped from his hand with a "clatter" onto the ground. The two soldiers who had been standing dazedly in the tent imdiately moved to seize the shouter.
Looking muscular, he indeed appeared to be a strong man. However, these two soldiers were extraordinary martial artists themselves, considered Human Realm Second Spirit Knot experts.
They exchanged glances, then each nodded at the other.
They brandished their spears, channeling a blue True Yuan, ready to thrust at the muscleman.
As the two spears approached the muscleman’s abdon, he grabbed the shafts and twisted them forcefully.
The two soldiers were thrown together, spewing blood from their mouths.
Witnessing this explosive scene, Chen Lang showed no fear. It was as if he didn’t consider the n before him a threat, thinking they were just insignificant crawlers.
He gestured for soone to bring him the sword, and a nearby soldier handed him the treasure sword from before, its tip still covered in blood.
Receiving the treasure sword, Chen Lang assud a battle posture, slightly crouching, one hand extending freely forward and downward in a defensive position, the other arm bent to hold the sword.
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