CHAPTER 300: CHAPTER 10: INTO THE CITY!_2

Zheng Fan wasn’t tense, nor did he have a headache. The last time, he only had four hundred barbarian troops on his side, but this time, there were one thousand five hundred riders.

The enemy had learned to be vigilant, but his side had become even more powerful.

Of course, attacking the city was out of the question. Even if Zheng Fan was willing, the Sixth Prince in far-off Yanjing wouldn’t possibly agree.

He had painstakingly invested resources for Zheng Fan to raise troops, not for them to become cannon fodder by swarming the city walls.

If they were attacking the imperial capital of Qian State, that would be a different story, but attacking here... Heh. It wasn’t worth it.

Moreover, they had all rushed here and had no siege equipment, not even scaling ladders. Were they supposed to start cutting down trees to make them now?

"We should still go for a sneaky play," Zheng Fan said.

Blind Bei nodded.

A sneaky play is the best choice, and it can even be addictive.

Last time, the city gates were wide open, and the enemy themselves were blocking them, giving Zheng Fan an opportunity.

This time, Zheng Fan planned to put in a little more effort and open the gates himself.

Other generals might not be able to pull off this kind of tactic, but Zheng Fan was different. His team had many experts. The seven Demon Kings—though they didn’t yet possess the true bearing of Demon Kings—could surely function as a special forces unit, right?

"By the way, Blind Bei."

"My lord, please speak."

"I was thinking, if we charge now, and you’re the first to reach the city gate, could you use your mental force to directly open the gate latch?"

Blind Bei was taken aback.

Excluding the possibility of being riddled with arrows like a hornet’s nest, this was indeed a very groundbreaking idea. Running up to the city gate in plain sight to pick the lock... just thinking about it felt thrilling.

But Blind Bei quickly said, "My lord, this city gate is reinforced with iron."

"Oh? And?"

"The gate latch isn’t that easy to open either."

Usually, it required several people inside to push with all their might to open it.

"My mental force probably can’t achieve that."

Pushing himself, controlling needles—those were no problem. But to open the gate latch so the troops following could directly smash the gate open, Blind Bei didn’t have absolute confidence. Even though Zheng Fan had reached the Eighth Rank, and everyone’s strength had recovered another degree, Blind Bei still lacked absolute confidence. What if everyone charged forward with a ULA, only for him to fail to open the gate? Wouldn’t they all look like idiots, running to the base of the city wall just to get shot at?

"Sigh. Well, after we return to the fortress, let’s build a gate ourselves. When you have nothing to do, you can use it for practice and to refine your body."

"Yes, My lord."

"So, we’ll stick with the special forces tactic."

"I think so too."

"Liang Cheng will stay behind and lead the troops."

This unit needed someone to stay and maintain control. Liang Cheng was naturally the best choice. Of course, Zheng Fan was also an option, but as the leader, how could he stay behind when it was time for some fun?

"You are wise, My lord."

Blind Bei knew clearly that, in terms of raw strength, Zheng Fan was likely the weakest among the Demon Kings, even as an Eighth Rank martial artist. But Zheng Fan had the Mo Wan within him, which instantly made him the strongest of them all.

"Tell everyone to prepare."

「......」

Aside from the one hundred barbarian cavalry sent out as scouts to patrol the surroundings, the rest of the men, under Liang Cheng’s command, dismounted, removed their armor, and began to rest.

Making such a move here was quite audacious. Liang Cheng dared to do so, firstly, based on his understanding of the Qian army’s caliber, and secondly, due to his confidence in the barbarian cavalry. With them patrolling the entire surrounding area, Liang Cheng believed that unless an attacking party had a dozen Xue Threes among them, it would be impossible to sneak in and launch an assault.

Huo Kuang and Zuo Jiqian sat behind Liang Cheng. Both were somewhat nervous, but at this moment, they were diligently adjusting and managing their vital energy and blood flow.

Up front, Zheng Fan was leading Blind Bei, Siniang, Fanli, Xue Three, and A Ming in a warm-up routine—The era is calling!

Doing group calisthenics in public was something that could make one feel quite embarrassed.

But Zheng Fan still stood at the very front, shouting out the count and leading the routine.

Siniang, Xue Three, Fanli, A Ming, and Blind Bei were all diligently following along.

"Stretching exercise! One, two, three, four..."

"Chest expansion! One, two, three, four..."

Watching the scene unfold, Liang Cheng, who was sitting at the back, felt the corner of his mouth twitch unconsciously.

At this moment, he felt somewhat fortunate that My lord had asked him to stay behind and manage the troops; otherwise, he too would have to...

"Sir, what kind of moves are these?" Huo Kuang, who was beside him, asked Liang Cheng.

Although Liang Cheng held no official rank, they were well aware of his standing in Green Willow Fortress. Moreover, they were deeply impressed by his skill in leading troops.

Zuo Jiqian said in a solemn voice, "These moves may seem ordinary at first glance, but upon careful consideration, they embody a profound principle that is perfectly rounded and Tiancheng."

... Liang Cheng was speechless.

These two weren’t just flattering him; they genuinely believed this was a unique method to refine the body from some hidden sect.

Clearly, Huo Kuang and Zuo Jiqian weren’t the only ones with this idea; the members of the Huo Family and Zuo Family seated behind them thought so too.

From their perspective, Green Willow Fortress naturally belonged to Zheng Fan, but he was surrounded by a group of extraordinary and unconventional individuals. And now, it seemed they were finally getting a peek at the true secrets of these remarkable people!

Some, though still seated, couldn’t resist mimicking the movements with their arms, diligently trying to commit them to memory.