CHAPTER 195: CHAPTER 195: COLOSSUS—THE GULAN MILITARY CAMP MUST BE REBUILT

Recently, people from Deserted Mountain have also spotted people from Yuhua Valley several times.

They keep coming over here to gather information, and after seeing that majestic wall, they stumbled away.

Such a massive project, how could Yuhua Valley ever manage to conquer it?

Not to mention Yuhua Valley, even the Gulan Military Camp doesn’t have such good city walls; the walls of the Gulan Military Camp are all built by compacted earth.

Such a colossal structure stands tall on the Gulan Mountain Range, echoing with incessant construction sounds; Pei Shu’er’s enemies are frightened.

But for those in the same camp, it is incredibly reassuring.

At this moment, River Mountain.

Because there is a river near the mountain, it was named River Mountain.

Someone is standing on the mountain summit, gazing toward Deserted Mountain, and then hurriedly runs down to report to the boss.

"Report, boss, someone ahead is building city walls."

They too were once exiles, but they have already settled down in the Gulan Mountain Range.

The boss, a person with messy hair, is picking his teeth after a meal and frowns upon hearing the news, then climbs to the summit.

Upon seeing the more majestic and magnificent wall than the Gulan Military Camp, he couldn’t help but widen his eyes.

"Hasn’t the Dazi breached the Gulan Military Camp? Look, the old Gulan Military Camp ahead is still so dilapidated."

Beside him, a frail young man shakes his head.

"It’s not possible; the Dazi don’t have such technology to build such a large wall."

The boss is perplexed: "Then who could it be? This skill and this amount of labor isn’t something an ordinary small force could achieve. Could the Gulan Military Camp have relocated?"

That is even more impossible; the Gulan Military Camp is built beside a river, a natural barrier.

Moreover, there is no war currently, and in the face of national territory, not a single step can be retreated.

The young man says: "Maybe, it’s built by exiles."

At this, he even chuckles himself; there aren’t many exiles, and with their internal strife, how could they build such walls.

At this moment, in Gulan Military Camp, Zhang Feng has just stepped out of the tent and glances back, suddenly noticing that towering wall.

Compared to that wall, the Gulan Military Camp looks almost like a dirt house.

He frowns, is it built by Deserted Mountain?

Judging by its location, it indeed belongs to Deserted Mountain, and much larger than the land assigned to Deserted Mountain.

He hadn’t paid attention to Deserted Mountain for some days; how did it manage to deliver such an unexpected move once he did?

The enclosure, which he saw previously as short and low, now has risen to the stature of a city wall.

Other soldiers in the camp have also noticed the wall.

What they see is a full sense of security, such high walls, they even saw people moving atop; aren’t patrols safer up there?

Thinking of this, they also pondered about themselves.

The Gulan Military Camp merely has a simple city gate with a wall around it, which seemed enough earlier, but now seems insufficient.

So much time has passed, and the wall still sheds mud blocks, if the Dazi were fiercer, who knows if charging horseback, they might breach the wall.

No, that cannot even be considered a city wall.

It’s just an earthen wall.

More and more Commanders have noticed the wall, not paying much attention before, but upon noticing, they find it an enormous edifice.

At this moment, General Zhao also notices the wall, frowning.

That wall, why so tall and grand, even grander than the Gulan Military Camp.

Afterward, he feels somewhat reassured, for if the Gulan Military Camp falls, at least there’s a refuge behind the walls.

However, he couldn’t help but think, if only their Gulan Military Camp had such walls, they might not defeat the Dazi, but at least defend this border well.

Without expending too many troops.

Thinking of this, General Zhao’s blood surged, after so many years here, his nature is worn thin.

It’s a rare moment of excitement for him.

He says: "Come, gather the leaders for a meeting."

This meeting lasts for three hours, discussing whether to rebuild the Gulan Military Camp.

At this moment, Tang Zan also participates in the meeting, sitting at the back of the line.

Over time, he has climbed to the rank of a household leader, spending the whole meeting listening quietly, without offering opinions, yet no one dares question him.

He earned his position by climbing up through relentless battles.

Eventually, the conclusion is simple, the military camp still needs rebuilding.

The only point of contention is, now food is scarce, soldiers can’t eat well, where would they find the strength to build.

Commander Qian thinks for a moment and then suggests with a smile.

"I think, why not let the people of Deserted Mountain handle it, after all, they seem quite capable."

He still recalls being driven out of Deserted Mountain; he won’t let them live well.

When the time comes, if a few die during construction, that should be quite normal.

Tang Zan casts a cool glance at Commander Qian and then at other Commanders, knowing in his heart that Deserted Mountain can’t push this matter off.

Perhaps, even General Zhao has thoughts of letting Deserted Mountain handle it.

Tang Zan speaks calmly: "General Zhao, if building the camp, it’s not something that can be done in a day or two, and it has to be voluntary, allowing only those who sign up to participate."

On hearing this, the Commanders frown: "Who would be foolish enough to sign up like that?"

Tang Zan smiles, his appearance slightly retouched, not conspicuous but doesn’t make his features too striking.

"As long as the terms are right, people will certainly be willing to come."

Commander Qian sneers: "What terms can we afford now?"

Zhang Feng’s eyes lit up and quickly looked toward General Zhao.

General Zhao clearly thought the same, and then said: "Makes sense, although they are exiles, they are also the citizens of the Gulan Mountain Range, if too harsh, I’m afraid it will break their spirit."

"Why not, since they are exiles, then reduce their sentence, for those coming to build, reduce by three years, and for outstanding contributions, reduce by ten years."

Tang Zan says: "I heard before, some refugees have also arrived there."

This indeed made General Zhao worry.

For things needed by the refugees, he also doesn’t have anything.

Tang Zan smiles: "These refugees are under Pei Shu’er. Seeing how well the walls of Deserted Mountain are built shows these refugees have contributed significantly."

General Zhao says: "Alright, in that case, give Pei Shu’er benefits, let her arrange those refugees."

But what benefits to give?

Perhaps, just sentence reductions? Reduce by ten years?

Ah, there’s no other choice, Gulan Military Camp is poor, aside from sentence reductions, there’s nothing else to offer.