Published: March 7, 2025
Chapter 340: Poison Dragon Serpent!
“Rest assured, lord xiang! Even if we are to be shattered into pieces, we will clear this world for you!” The generals shouted in unison.
“Please, everyone, for my sake, for the sake of Great Zhao, and for the elders at home, take care of yourselves!” Diwu Qingrou’s expression was solemn as he clasped his fists and deeply bowed.
“Lord xiang…” Someone could not help but choke up. At that moment, it felt as if they would willingly die for Diwu Qingrou without any complaints…
“With these out of the way, I need you all to contribute more.” Diwu Qingrou said heavily, “Are you confident? Are you prepared?”
“Lord xiang! We are confident! We are even more prepared!” Everyone shouted together, “As soldiers, we are always ready to lie on the battlefield! To die wrapped in a horsehide is the best homecoming in this life!”
“Good!” Diwu Qingrou’s profound and grave gaze swept over everyone, carrying a hint of deep reluctance and an indescribable profound emotion. He looked so intently and affectionately, yet so decisively!
Everyone felt a sensation: on the morning before their first expedition, an elderly father stood at the door, gazing at them with such reluctance and love…
They vaguely remembered the willow trees and the gentle breeze of that year, the ancient paths filled with dust…
Now, the gentle breeze still blew, the willows still swayed, and the ancient paths were still drifting with dust, occasionally drifting into the eyes of passersby, turning into bittersweet tears…
But where was that white-haired old father…?
In an instant, everyone was stirred by Diwu Qingrou’s gaze, awakening that softest part buried deep within them, the part that belonged to family. All gazes quietly locked with Diwu Qingrou, suddenly feeling a warm ache in their hearts, filled with emotion and warmth.
In that moment, the hall where the generals gathered before the expedition suddenly filled with warmth.
Diwu Qingrou slowly scanned the room, and without hesitation on anyone’s face, everyone felt: lord xiang… he seemed to have indelibly engraved our faces into his heart…
Never to be forgotten!
Those who had this thought couldn't help but have their eyes redden. At the same time, it felt as if a massive force was boiling and expanding within their blood; if it didn’t explode, it seemed unbearable!
“Now, I will announce the combat plans, the positions each legion needs to garrison, how to coordinate, and the combat tasks for each of you in the next two months…” Diwu Qingrou's voice was soft, but in this hall where a pin drop could be heard, everyone could hear him clearly.
The night was deep, and Diwu Qingrou stood at the entrance of the hall.
The soldiers about to go to battle filed past him in line.
Every general who reached him stood straight and saluted him solemnly. Diwu Qingrou stood there, and no matter who passed, he would always pat that person on the shoulder and say a few words.
“Hei Zi, I remember the first time I saw you; you were leading fifty men while still fleeing, and now you’ve become the commander of a hundred thousand troops… Don’t let me down.”
“Xiao Ying, I remember I gave you that nickname; haha, back then you were training hawks on the mountaintop, still a little information head…”
“Tie Gun, this guy! Even now, your body is still like an iron rod…”
Diwu Qingrou looked at each general with emotion-filled eyes, calling out each person’s nickname with familiarity, as if their details and faces were etched in his heart!
Each person he patted on the shoulder felt as though an inexplicable strength was suddenly injected into them, causing their hearts to tremble violently: lord xiang remembers me! He hasn’t forgotten me! He remembers my nickname and what I’ve done for him!
In the past, every time I was sent on an expedition, lord xiang patted my shoulder like this to send me off! And today, it is the same!
In the past, when lord xiang patted my shoulder, I never failed my mission! Today, it will be the same!