Frontier Army Warrior

Chapter 1176 Exonerating Oneself from Responsibility

The two are relatives, and besides, Atsumi Akiyama's father and sister are both cultivators from reclusive sects, so they naturally know more about this kind of person.

"Why do you say that?"

Atsumi Akiyama remained calm, believing that her cousin was looking for an excuse to absolve himself of responsibility.

Atsumi Yasushi turned around, showing his back to Atsumi Akiyama.

On his back, there was a very noticeable dent on a piece of tough armor.

"General, have you ever seen such a sharp arrow?"

Atsumi Akiyama frowned and carefully examined the dent on his back, his eyes momentarily blank.

Are there cultivators in the army?

This is highly unlikely.

If reclusive sects did this, not only would they be openly breaking the rules, but no cultivator would abandon their own path of cultivation to serve in the military and risk their lives for the secular court.

Even for cultivators with no future prospects, their status as cultivators ensures they have enough to eat and wear in the mortal world, and wealth and glory are not difficult for them.

Why risk appearing on the battlefield?

The cultivators who temporarily appear also have a clear goal or mission, usually targeting the leader of the opposing side or obtaining some treasure.

The rules of reclusive sects are not to be trifled with. Once discovered, the consequences range from having their cultivation techniques confiscated and their cultivation crippled to being executed outright.

This defies common sense.

"General, have you ever seen a warrior more formidable than I?"

Seeing her puzzled expression, Atsumi Yasushi asked.

Atsumi Akiyama shook his head slightly. It was true; his cousin's abilities were indeed rare.

"This man shot me from a distance with just one arrow, and it almost cost me my life. His arrow seemed to have eyes, and it was incredibly powerful. It even pierced through a thick shield."

Atsumi Yasushi reached out and touched the dent in his back, still shaken.

"If I hadn't blocked it with my shield first, that arrow would have pierced through my armor, and I would never have seen the general again."

Atsumi Akiyama remained silent for a long time.

"You mean, we need to ask a cultivator for help?"

Atsumi Anzhi said with a bitter smile, "In this world, only cultivators can deal with other cultivators. Otherwise, if he were to do so, neither of us would escape a pointless death."

Atsumi Akiyama turned around and sat back down behind the desk, his expression having returned to calm.

"Go and rest. I have my own plan for this matter."

Atsumi Yasushi frowned as he looked at her.

After a moment, he sighed softly, turned and left the central command tent.

He saw disbelief in Atsumi Akiyama's expression. He knew his cousin well and knew that once she made up her mind, there was almost no chance of her wavering.

"General, you must not underestimate him."

Unable to resist, Atsumi Yasushi reminded him again.

Atsumi Akiyama, with his volatile temper, could no longer contain himself.

"If you were truly a cultivator, why would I have let you escape with your life?"

Before Atsumi Yasushi could explain, he continued.

"We both know about cultivators. Could it be that he deliberately let you come back alive just to expose his own existence?"

Atsumi Yasushi was stunned; there was really no way to explain this.

Could it be that I said I escaped with my life from the hands of a cultivator through my own abilities?

He truly understood the methods of cultivators; if someone wanted his life, he would certainly not leave alive.

Seeing his hesitant expression, Atsumi Akiyama gave a cold laugh.

"You don't need to make this excuse. Given our relationship, I won't do anything to you. Go and rest in peace."

Atsumi Yasushi blushed; this was more painful than being whipped a few times.

He gritted his teeth, knowing his cousin's temperament—she was a ruthless vixen who would never give anyone the slightest leeway.

If it weren't for her adorable face, she might have been beaten into a pig's head by him long ago.

"What? Not convinced?"

Atsumi Akiyama saw his indignant expression, but a smile appeared on his face.

A rare smile.

"Have you considered this? If they were truly cultivators, why would they need to go through all this trouble to defeat us? They could just sneak in under the cover of night, one strike at a time, and who among us would survive?"

As she spoke, she raised her hand and gestured in front of her.

"Even though we have 30,000 troops, without a leader, how can we withstand the attack of the Zhenxi Army?"

Atsumi Yasushi opened his mouth, but had nothing to say.

Because her cousin's words were irrefutable, cultivators could indeed operate in this way if they wanted to intervene in worldly wars, which would save time, effort, and casualties.

They have no reason not to do it.

Atsumi Akiyama waved his hand irritably.

"Go ahead, go ahead, let me have some peace and quiet."

Atsumi Yasushi felt weak all over, hung his head, and moved his legs with difficulty to walk outside.

In this light, it seems that I am indeed looking for excuses to absolve myself of responsibility for the defeat. What else is there to say?

When he stepped out of the central command tent, there was no one else in the main tent except for his two personal female guards.

Atsushi Akiyama finally couldn't hold back any longer, leaned forward, and spat out a mouthful of blood.

The crimson blood covered the entire desk, so glaring and terrifying.

The two female guards were so frightened that they almost collapsed to the ground.

Without daring to cry out, she quickly stepped forward to help Atsumi Akiyama up.

"Clean this place up, and don't reveal a single word, or else..."

Atsumi Akiyama, with a hint of crimson at the corner of his mouth, had a ferocious and ruthless expression.

At this time, Lin Feng's eight hundred bandit camps, each warhorse carrying a considerable amount of grain, entered the city through the west gate of Funing City one after another.

These grains were looted from the pirate camp's supplies, along with jugs full of arrows and other weapons.

All the soldiers of Zhenxi Army lay prone on the city wall, looking down with excitement and anticipation on their faces.

Hu Jincai, accompanied by two lieutenants, knelt before Lin Feng's warhorse, remaining there for a long time.

Qiao Jushan, Ye Liangcai, Wen Jian, and Bu Yunting spent a long time helping them to the side.

Lin Feng dismounted, walked over, reached out and pulled Hu Jincai up, put his arm around his shoulder, and the two walked together toward the command post in the city.

A group of cavalrymen spurred their horses and followed slowly behind.

The setting sun cast long shadows of the two figures embracing each other, scattering its afterglow across the ground.

The 800-strong Zhenkou camp fought a brilliant battle around the city, and together with the charge against 1,500 pirate cavalry, they achieved a great victory, killing nearly 4,000 pirates and greatly boosting the morale of the Zhenxi Army.

They have brought food into the city, which, while not fundamentally solving the food shortage problem, has greatly eased the tense situation.

Most importantly, Lin Feng is back.

He was the soul of the Zhenxi Army. As long as he was there, the Zhenxi Army came alive, and its overall spirit changed.

Even though they were still very hungry, everyone was in high spirits, spreading the news and discussing it animatedly.

No one took the tens of thousands of pirates outside the city seriously anymore.

It was as if the pirates who had trapped them for dozens of days and nights were now lambs to the slaughter.

Finally, all the soldiers and civilians in the city had a meal.

Inside the command post, everyone gathered around, looking at the map spread out on the table.

Lin Feng glanced at everyone and then pointed to a rapid river marked with a thick line.

"We have already burned many of the pirate ships and cleared the waterways. We have also sent word to the scouts that the Zhenxi warship should be able to pass through the waterways and enter the southern territory of Dazong."

Pei Qiyin continued, "Originally, the Eight Prefectures of Zhenxi also sent Cheng Liang's 5,000 cavalry troops from Jinghao Prefecture to support Funing City. They were blocked on the west bank by the pirates' warships. Now they can easily cross the river and will arrive at Funing City in a few days."