Chapter Seventy-Four: Liberation from Sorrow

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Suddenly, a burst of static crackled through the earpiece. Damn signal suppression! Lin Feirui hastily unplugged the nearby cable and reconnected it. Fortunately, no crucial words were missed once the line was restored.

"...Don’t ask me for proof—I don’t have any. But I still suggest we evacuate. I have a bad feeling about the camp lately."

“What do you mean?”

“Just like you, I have a sense. I sent people to monitor, but found nothing suspicious.”

That’s because your surveillance methods are inadequate, kid. You think sending a few soldiers can block our communications?

“You should have told me directly. What do you think they might be planning? Something harmful?”

Her heart tightened. Could he have discovered the plan...?

“Hypothetically?”

“Yes, hypothetically.”

“Suppose they’re colluding with Wuzhou, trying to take us out?”

“Entirely possible. So, what do you think they’d do? Launch an attack from the ferry crossing while we’re engaged with the Han army, striking us from two fronts?”

“Possible.”

“As long as they can command their forces.”

“They have deployment orders.”

Thank goodness! She exhaled in relief.

They’re still unaware that those orders can’t be executed. That gives us more room to maneuver.

“Do you think they’ll assault the camp directly or flank us from behind?”

“Either is possible. Our troops already struggle against the Han; if they get caught in a pincer attack...”

“Then we evacuate. The biggest threat is probably what you described. Also, take guards with you during the move to prevent assassination attempts... things like that.”

“I’ve always had guards with me. If we’re moving, where to?”

“To a place with a terrain advantage... hmm, right here.”

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“Also, you were right before—I should find a woman to cook for me. I haven’t been eating well lately, maybe that’s why my thoughts are all over the place.”

Quite a decent man.

After the earpiece fell silent, she leaned back in her chair.

Clear-headed, astute about human nature, in some ways very much like me... but still a rookie—her understanding of this space is too limited.

That only increases the chances of our plan succeeding.

If he survives, I’ll pull him into the team. But as he said, if he dies on the battlefield, then it’s just a regret.

As she thought this, the door opened.

“The merchant has refreshed!” It was Ling’er, panting as she shouted to Lin Feirui.

Luck is on my side after all. “Let’s go!” She sprang to her feet and rushed out.

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“They’re starting to evacuate. Has the Han army noticed?”

“Well, it doesn’t matter if they don’t attack. I’ll start my operation now. Don’t forget your promise.”

“No, it won’t take effect immediately, and won’t be fully effective. At least three or four days.”

“Hmm, and it’ll take time for it to spread so they become aware. I’ll notify you when it’s ripe.”

Gettini closed the jewelry box, stood up, and stepped out of the tent.

The soldiers were busy dismantling the camp, loading food and supplies onto wagons, heading southeast.

To avoid being ambushed? Ha.

That’s not our goal.

He walked to a corner of the rear camp. Looking at the women living here—the wives of soldiers and former students who had memories implanted—he smiled, took out a memory storage device from his pocket, opened the lid, and pressed a hidden button.

Some dropped what they were holding and covered their heads. But most showed no reaction.

Heh, memory implantation always takes some time; no need to rush. This time, unlike the memories Wang Luo requested, these were full of selfishness, greed, jealousy, abuse—all the negative emotions.

Books, movies—anything with enough impact. When these women recount these stories, just wait and see what your soldiers will become!

All contribution points have been traded. Everything that needed arranging has been arranged.

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No need to stay here any longer. Use a (confusion) cover, then go... The Han army’s side isn’t suitable either; head to the ferry crossing.

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Zhou Suyan gazed into the distance.

The sun hadn’t risen yet, and there was no wind. The air was heavy with moisture. Most of the trees on either side had been cut down. The column had just passed through a village. In the fields by the roadside, some villagers working the land saw them, smiled, waved, and greeted the soldiers—those who had helped them divide land, distribute oxen, and build houses just days earlier.

The soldiers returned their greetings. Her eyes followed them to the carriage ahead.

Wang Luo disliked riding horses. When possible, he always took a carriage. Right now, he was probably writing something inside. Even trivial notes he didn’t want others to see. Hmph, what a quirk!

He might not win. Even if he gains a temporary advantage, the Wuzhou Captain Lin has never lost on the battlefield—no matter what, she will win.

Zhou Suyan had heard this from a Wuzhou soldier before joining them. In the few battles since she joined, it had indeed been true—without encountering other strong teams from the space, they crushed everything in their path.

There was only one small problem: even with victory, her personal gains were minimal. The rumored battlefield windfall never materialized; rewards were only slightly better than ordinary scenario tasks.

Moreover, many Wuzhou members died in combat. Because of this, she chose to surrender without hesitation—if Wuzhou wins, she’d just surrender back later. Better than dying.

A woman, smiling, stepped out of the carriage.

Zhou Suyan recognized her—one of Gettini’s students, the prettiest among them. Though flat-chested, rough-skinned, excessively tall with overly long hair... she was popular when teaching soldiers or leading them in song.

Now that vixen is taking care of him? Cooking, pouring water, sitting by his side... keeping him company at night?

She hated doing those trivial things, but more than that, she hated seeing anyone else near him.

Liar! Bastard! Not a single good man in the world!

Such feelings hadn’t surfaced for a long time. What was going on? Perhaps because she had spent so long in the camp, close to him, she had forgotten how merciless this space truly was?

She smiled faintly, recalling the jewelry box Gettini had sent and the captain’s arrangements. After this victory, her achievements would be considerable; as promised, she’d receive more universal points and equipment. All she had to do was deliver the gathered intelligence.

He had also asked her to pass on the intelligence. That way, whichever side won could survive easily and develop better.

Yet why did tears keep streaming down her face?