The Demon Swordsman 2
Ch. 217 - Strategist
Tian Xi stormed Lan Zhuxian's hand, "It is with great pleasure to trade with you."
"Oi, Short-spoken. I haven't made any decisions." Nan Ran said it somewhat annoyed, Tian Xi was indeed a careless person if he was already interested in something. Maybe reading too many books and histories makes his brain a little weird.
"Other than we wait. Money is everything if you want to live. No matter what the path, I was tired of disguising myself as a servant. It sucks."
Nan Ran scowled at the stem of his nose, his head began to throb at the thought of Tian Xi's temperament. They had only known him for two months but the behavior of this young man was beyond reason. The last time Tian Xi worked as a waitress in the village noble house, because of the one-two trivial things he burned down the house. It was fortunate that he was not suspected of being the perpetrator and was still free to roam around as he was now.
But Nan Ran's consideration can not be limited to money alone, by following their plans it means they are ready to be responsible for everything.
"Hows it? Already agreed?"
Nan Ran looked at his little sister who just shrugged her shoulders.
"I'll just come along."
This time Nan Ran turned to Tian Xi, yet-yet the young man had already exclaimed, "The deal is done! We accept Lan Zhuxian's offer. Objected?"
"Say you want to use this power to persecute your clan in the Qing Empire."
Tian Xi laughed at it all, while Nan Ran put on a glutinous face.
"So, what should we do?" Nan Ran's eyes rolled towards Lan Zhuxian.
"I'm going to spread this recruitment information, there are some people we can hire for free, they're my acquaintances. The rest do you have any acquaintances or someone who might want to join us?"
Nan Ran thought for a while before finally shaking his head. Despite living in the Empire for a long time, Nan Ran did not have enough acquaintances. Just like Nan Yin, they rarely socialize with others. I just want to talk if I know him.
Lan Zhuxian interpreted their silence as an answer, just about to speak back Tian Xi interrupted. "Don't forget me, for acquaintance matters, you can count on me."
"Really, Mister?"
"Yes ... Sure oes. A thousand bronze coins first"
Haven't finished his words Nan Ran immediately stabbed Tian Xi in the head.
"This is also for our salvation, do not seek profit for your own sake, short."
Tian Xi sneered at him, "Alright, alright!"
The young man sighed lazily, "Let's say I was once a soldier too." The story is a little arrogant. Nan Ran interrupted immediately.
"Don't lie. You are not a citizen of the Shang Empire. No identification either. Being a soldier is not a child's job. Just so you know."
Nan Ran was indeed not very familiar with who the figure that Tian Xi was referring to, but a little knew about him, Tian Xi was indeed not a person not to be. More precisely he was a person who occupied the upper class, guided so strictly to become the successor of the genius family. It was just that being too restrained by the family made the young man rebel and leave the house to become a bloody noble vagrant in the Shang Empire.
"But being an ex-soldier alone is not enough to move those people. They have to get approval from superiors, reports of all sorts that won't get done in seven days. That's not possible."
"That's if they're a soldier ..."
Lan Zhuxian looked at Tian Xi, understanding his thought flow.
"If they're not soldiers, it doesn't matter. That means we need a new group. Needless to say or not, fighting for the purpose of fighting for this land, who would stop?" Lan Zhuxian continued, "But indeed they will leave their jobs as soldiers for free just because they joined us?"
"We need money ..." Nan Ran began to think of bribing, the usual way like that was the most powerful.
Tian Xi chuckled softly, "We can buy them with a thought."
Then the young man smiled meaningfully, Lan Zhuxian this time did not understand what he was saying and just quietly waited for the young man to explain.
"The idealism of a soldier is the same. They will fight for the land they protect. It depends on who is their boss. Moreover, the rotten government today, I hear many are about to leave the job." Tian Xi rubbed his hands impatiently. "Fish our catch must be a lot, Lan Zhuxian. Ahhaha!"
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At full speed Xin Chen was able to return to Fanlu City within a period of one day. The night had come, like the last time he had come to this place, he had arrived at the dead of a cold and lonely night.
Just the sound of passing immigrant birds could be heard above the sky, Xin Chen was about to look for lodging. Maybe he'll do a search tomorrow. Holy Sword Alliance, maybe those people are still left after the war. Ho Xiuhan and Chang Wei might still be alive, the last time they had only 20 people left.
But at one point, he could see a house illuminated by lighting and dozens of people standing in front of his courtyard with anxious faces. They were soldiers, looking badly wounded.
But even though the wound made their whole body sick, the soldiers did not care and instead panicked more about something that happened inside the house.
Xin Chen approached, blending in among the people who were busy. Then asked a soldier who seemed to be the oldest, "What's wrong? Why is it so crowded at night this late?"
The man turned his head towards Xin Chen, frowning. Xin Chen felt a newcomer in their place. "Maybe you just found out, but the night in Fanlu Town more people don't sleep. But if you ask about what's happening now ..." The man stared into the house that was so chaotic.
"We failed. We failed again. Continuously. We always fail." The old man held onto his left arm, then left beside Xin Chen without explaining anything else.
Xin Chen actually wanted to make sure, but he could not carelessly enter. In the vicinity of the corpses that had been successfully brought back to Fanlu City were immediately buried, they were battered and some died headless. That certainly made Xin Chen even more panicked. Who owned the house and why there were so many soldiers in the yard who were injured.
His feeling became unpleasant. Xin Chen could only notice the convoy that was coming around him. Some hit him because he was in too much of a hurry. The families of the soldiers who had died wept mourning the death of their husbands and fathers. The crying that was so bitter made the atmosphere of mourning become more and more felt.
Xin Chen finds a ten-year-old boy sitting alone in front of a dead body that may be his father. No other mother, sister, or brother. She's a kara. Xin Chen tried to get close until someone's voice made him petrified.
"Xin Chen ...?"