Chapter 1291 - 318: Whirlwind

Chapter 1291: Chapter 318: Whirlwind

Guo Dong was very excited today, so excited that he was tossing and turning even at night.

Hui An, who was sleeping beside him, naturally knew why he was like this. Wasn’t it because he had seen Lord Pingye during the day?

Hui An wasn’t as thrilled as Guo Dong because he was not a Yan person.

For the Yan people, worshiping Lord Pingye was inevitable.

The court needed to create a hero;

and Lord Pingye didn’t even need to be deliberately beautified because his battle achievements and deeds, when presented truthfully, appeared even more glorified than others’ embellished stories.

In the words of Meng Shou, it added color.

Hui An didn’t like the Yan people much because in Ying Capital City, the Yan people were always superior.

The merchants of Yan, the soldiers of Yan, the officials of Yan, even those Yan people who had migrated from the Yan region to farm, always carried with them an unusually clear arrogance.

Once, when his godfather got drunk, he cursed, cursed these Yan people for looking at them as if they were seeing lower-class people.

Then, his godfather cried, saying that if not for these Yan people coming here, these Jin people wouldn’t even be able to live as humans. ℴ

After sobering up, his godfather said, this world is just like this, if your fist is bigger than his, if you overpower him, he naturally becomes more convinced of you.

Their people, when they come to our territory, become superior beings.

Since ancient times, it has never been heard that the common people of a normal country would be subservient to people from weaker countries, to the point where the local people even regard themselves as inferior. If that truly happened, it would indeed be the greatest absurdity ever.

Many things his godfather said were incomprehensible to Hui An, but one thing he could understand, he didn’t think there was anything wrong with the Yan people being arrogant. Just like his godfather, after winning several group fights and looking down on the other laborer gangs’ leaders, it seemed just natural.

But not worshiping Lord Pingye didn’t mean he wasn’t satisfied when he learned they had been assigned under this Lord.

From gathering in Ying Capital City to arriving here, with everything he saw and heard, and from Guo Dong’s stories about their journey from the ancient county of Yan State to here, Hui An knew that here, the food should be the best.

Previously, Hui An was still puzzled as to why when they got here, no grain was transported over.

Now, he understood because the grain would be transported from Snow Sea Pass.

Hui An couldn’t help but think of his godfather again. His godfather once said their laborer gang’s official overseer was truly wealthy and arrogant. The man looked down on their offerings; it was just for a job to do. Even if they didn’t offer anything, just maintaining peace in the market without causing trouble would suffice.

Perhaps, Lord Pingye was also one of the "wealthy and arrogant."

Other armies relied on civilians transporting grain; when he fought, he brought his own.

Additionally, Hui An knew of Lord Pingye’s prowess in battle. Not a single soldier disliked following a victorious general into battle, and this was true for auxiliary soldiers and civilians too.

That night,

Hui An thought and fell asleep,

while Guo Dong,

remained awake.

The next day,

the sound of war drums arose.

Hui An immediately got up and simultaneously shook Guo Dong awake.

The two put on their leather armor, grabbed their weapons, and rushed out of the tent to assemble.

They were no longer just civilians, but auxiliary soldiers, truly legitimate auxiliary soldiers, no longer needing to do labor but only needing to be prepared to risk their lives.

Five of them assembled late.

They were caught by the Yan military officer and ordered to be whipped five times each as a warning to others.

Following that,

they drilled.

The whole group lined up and began to run drills.

The newly formed auxiliary troop still lacked strict discipline.

As Guo Dong ran, he couldn’t help but ask Hui An beside him;

"The horses? Where are the horses?"

Yan State is a place that produces horses, and Jin State is too, to some extent. After all, before the wild people’s rebellion erupted in earlier years, the snowy plains were like Jin people’s backyard, horses were continuously supplied from there to Jin land, allowing the Three Jin horsemen to confidently rival the Yan cavalry.

When Guo Dong’s group left the ancient county, they actually brought horses with them. Although most were pack horses, there were horses suitable for battle, and these horses were meticulously cared for along the way.

When needed, they would be distributed to the most skilled horsemen from the ancient county’s young men.

The Yan region has always had a tradition where soldiers bring their own armor and horses from the king to the expedition. In some places, a village, town, or even a county would all gather resources and means to equip their young with the best warhorses and armor, letting them earn military merits on the battlefield;

when the war concluded, they would report back to their hometown.

After meeting Lord Pingye yesterday, Guo Dong had been excited, dreaming until late after midnight of the scene of himself charging on a warhorse alongside Lord Pingye.

But now,

the horses,

where are my horses?

Hui An replied,

"We’re attacking a city, where would we use horses."

It was as if a bucket of cold water was poured directly on Guo Dong’s head.

Halfway through the drill run, the leading officer signaled they could slow down the pace and begin marching.

As they reached the outskirts of the camp, about to return for a meal, Guo Dong saw his father being held down by two Yan armored soldiers, being whipped.

Guo Dong’s eyes widened on the spot, the one getting beaten was his father!

But,

he still didn’t dare to intervene, nor did he dare to speak up.

Guo Dong’s father, Guo Dayong, had originally been a small leader in this ancient county civilian group. After reorganization, he became the captain of a legitimate group of 800 civilian workers.