Chapter 12

In the territory of Qingyang, at the camp of the Zhao family's army, there was a large and heavily guarded tent. This was the main tent of General Zhao Zheng. Unlike what He Ping had imagined, the tent, both in appearance and interior, was very simple and practical. The armor Zhao Zheng had worn before also had the same style, which was completely different from the ornate heavy armor of the Ocland generals on the other side.

Inside the tent, Zhao Zheng and several generals, along with He Ping in a digital camouflage uniform, were seated as host and guests. The wooden chairs and tables covered with animal skins, and the ceramic containers placed on them, gave He Ping a rough idea of the level of civilization at Level 2. Zhao Zheng, now dressed in a robe, raised the wine glass on the table and said:

"Gentlemen, today we have won a great victory! We have eliminated hundreds of enemies and captured nearly a thousand. Although this might not be significant compared to the large-scale battles between our two countries, for us in Qingyang, this is an undisputed great victory! Moreover, as everyone already knows, after this battle, we have finally taken control of that iron mine, which is of great significance to Qingyang, and even to the entire Tianhua Empire."

"Furthermore, everyone also knows that this time the Lance family sent that old wolf, Volff, as the commander, and that young wolf, Chris, as the vanguard. In terms of strength, they were even superior to us. We thought this would be a tough battle, but unexpectedly, it ended with Volff retreating and Chris being killed. This is a heavy blow to the Lance family, and we can foresee that they will be more subdued for a long time."

"First, let us raise a glass to the hundreds of soldiers who sacrificed their lives in this battle!" After saying this, Zhao Zheng tilted his wine glass and poured the wine onto the ground in front of him. The others in the tent followed suit, and He Ping did the same, raising his wine glass and solemnly pouring the wine onto the ground to show respect for the fallen soldiers.

This is also a drawback of cold weapon battles. Despite the overwhelming victory of the Tianhua side, as Zhao Zheng mentioned, they eliminated hundreds of enemies and captured nearly a thousand, but even with such an advantage and He Ping as the spearhead to break through the enemy's defenses, casualties were inevitable. Although the Tianhua soldiers often had the upper hand against the Ocland side, hundreds of Tianhua soldiers were still killed and thousands were injured.

Zhao Zheng put down the empty wine glass and continued, "This battle was supposed to be a tough one for us, but the appearance of this young brother He Ping was the key to breaking the balance between the two armies. Everyone has seen or heard that it was because of this young brother He Ping's assistance that he single-handedly confronted Chris, ultimately killing that young wolf and eliminating nearly a hundred enemies, helping our army to break the deadlock. Today's victory is largely due to the efforts of young brother He Ping!"

As he spoke, Zhao Zheng refilled his wine glass and raised it, facing He Ping, and said, "Let's raise this second glass to the young hero He Ping!"

The others had no objections and raised their wine glasses, standing up to face He Ping. Silver Wolf Chris, as the first warrior of the Lance family, was a very troublesome existence for everyone present. He was born with great strength and fought fearlessly, often leading the vanguard against the Qingyang army. Each time, the Qingyang side had to send several generals and many soldiers to encircle and attack him, but each time he managed to break through after killing many of them. Over the years, the number of soldiers killed by Chris had already reached over a thousand!

Although He Ping did not know much about Chris, he had noticed during the battle that the silver-haired, effeminate-looking man was not an ordinary person. When facing other soldiers or even some high-ranking generals, He Ping could kill them with one strike, and no one could withstand his attacks. Only that effeminate man, who looked weak, could exchange a few blows with him. If it weren't for the man's underestimation, the battle might not have been so easy.

Seeing everyone raise their wine glasses toward him, He Ping, though not familiar with the etiquette here, did not act pretentiously. He smoothly picked up his wine glass, stood up, and responded to everyone, then drank the wine in one gulp. The wine slid down his throat, and a warm feeling rose from his stomach. He Ping felt that the alcohol content was not high, around 30 degrees, but it was rich and smooth, much better than the cheap, low-quality blended liquor he used to drink in his previous life.

"Great! Refreshing! Since young brother He Ping is so straightforward, we can't be pretentious either. Come, everyone, let's drink up!" Seeing He Ping drink in one go, Zhao Zheng and the others also drank their wine without hesitation. The friendship between men is simple to build; after one drink, He Ping felt the distance between him and the others shorten. The curiosity in their eyes turned to friendliness, and their words became less stiff.

Then He Ping talked and drank with everyone, discussing everything from the origin of Tianhua to the establishment of the empire, from the ancestors of the Zhao family to the difficulties of being granted the Qingyang territory, from trade with Ocland to the outbreak of war, from Zhao Zheng's acquaintance with Trevor to the two families becoming sworn enemies. While closing the distance with everyone, He Ping gradually understood the general situation of this world, learned a lot of historical knowledge, and clarified the grievances between the Zhao family and the Lance family.

After a hearty meal and plenty of drinks, most people left the main tent. Only the middle-aged scholar named He Chuan and the young general named Wen Fang, who always followed Zhao Zheng, remained. Seeing only his confidants left, Zhao Zheng sat opposite He Ping and asked, "I wonder what young brother He Ping plans to do next? I can't guarantee anything in other places, but in Qingyang, my word still carries weight. If you have any requests, just say them."

He Ping's opinion of Zhao Zheng was already high, but it had to be raised even higher. Whether it was the celebration banquet just now or the conversation now, Zhao Zheng did not pry into He Ping's background. He even stopped others from asking too many questions. This showed Zhao Zheng's broad-mindedness, which aligned with He Ping's wishes, as he would not have known how to answer if asked.

"Hey!" Just as He Ping was about to answer Zhao Zheng's question, he suddenly paused. A thread of consciousness he had placed in the tower discovered that the resource points, which were previously 0, had now become 100! [PS: Hello everyone, my name is He Ping... No, I am Kraz, and during the new book period, I hope everyone will support me. Any collection and recommendation is welcome!]

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