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Chapter 2612 The First Bitter News
Chapter 2612 The First Bad News
There are countless spies from outside forces within Jucheng.
But He Lingchuan didn't care, because it was inevitable, and the strong wouldn't be bothered by such problems.
Besides, he's in a good mood right now.
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When He Lingchuan woke up in the Panlong World, the sun was already beginning to set.
I don't know how many hours he slept.
He thought he might have wronged Da Fanghu. The excuse that guy came up with for his downline was actually quite clever.
Whatever the reason, his reappearance five years later will certainly arouse Panlong's vigilance. Integrating into the city as before will require considerable effort.
However, General Hu Yi's "awakening" was personally entrusted by Zhong Shengguang to be presided over by the Great Shaman Zhaomandu, who was also watching from the side. After He Lingchuan opened his eyes, he naturally reconnected with the trust from five years ago, without needing to prove himself again, saving time, effort and worry.
He naturally wondered if, if he didn't intend to accept the second test of the God of Destiny by the blessed pool in the secret realm and didn't jump into the pool, would the "Tiger Wing General" of the Panlong World sleep forever and never wake up again?
Without him, what would be the ultimate fate of the Panlong world?
What will be the fate of Zhong Shengguang, General Hong, and the morale of the army in Panlongcheng?
These thoughts only flashed through his mind briefly before being dismissed.
Because he has already arrived, once again binding his fate closely to the world of Panlong.
It won't be so easy for Dafanghu to sever this bond anytime soon.
He Lingchuan rolled over and jumped up, stretched, and felt extremely comfortable, as if he had inexhaustible energy.
He turned his neck and said:
"come in."
The courtyard gate creaked open, and Hu Min entered, handing him a talisman:
"His Majesty's golden decree has arrived; you may now mobilize the Tiger Wing Army. Also, the door panel has already returned to camp."
"Let's go." He Lingchuan had already tightened his belt and put his cloak back on before walking out.
As soon as he left the Silver House area, he saw several people hurrying past. One of them looked very familiar; he was Little Fatty's father.
When He Lingchuan lived in the wooden hut area, Xiao Pang's family was his neighbor. Later, when Panlong conquered Xiyun Kingdom and developed Yuheng City, Xiao Pang's father, as an auditor in the army, also went to Yuheng City with the army, and later brought his wife and children with him.
Now that the Maohe Plain has fallen, Little Fatty's father naturally withdrew from Yuheng City and returned to Panlong City.
In just five years, he looked as if he had aged twenty years; his back was hunched and his shoulders were slightly tilted.
Hu Min saw it too.
After those people had passed, he whispered to He Lingchuan:
"His son was killed."
He Lingchuan was taken aback: "What?"
More than a decade has passed in reality, and he suddenly realizes that his memory is a bit off.
When he first entered Panlong City, Little Fatty was only five years old; by the time he was kicked out of the Panlong World by Dafanghu, Little Fatty was already ten years old, taller and stronger, no longer the little bean sprout he used to be.
He still remembered the last thing the kid said to him when he came over:
"General, when can I join the Great Wind Army?"
At that time, Little Fatty had successfully joined the Panlong Army, becoming a glorious new recruit. And his goal, like countless other young men in Panlong, was to join the Dafeng Army, to fight on the battlefield, and to defend every inch of his country's territory.
"You're still a long way off," He Lingchuan replied at the time. "First, master your archery skills."
This kid's archery skills are terrible.
Little Fatty persisted: "Then I can at least join Seymour's Legion, right?"
"Always?" He Lingchuan laughed and scolded, "You're settling for second best?"
He never expected that he would hear of Little Fatty's death as soon as he returned to Panlong World.
"When did this happen?"
“Last spring, at Langse Lake in Takikawa,” Hu Min said in a low voice, “we lost more than ninety good soldiers.”
"Which team is Little Fatty on?"
"He was in the Seymour Legion. He was only twenty-one when he died, and I heard he was already engaged." When the general was away, the Seymour Legion had another commander.
So the child had finally joined the Seymour Legion. He Lingchuan closed his eyes and let out a long sigh.
The passionate young man ultimately dedicated his life to this land.
He remained silent the whole way until he walked out of the south gate of the city, mounted his horse, and said to Hu Min, "Tell me about your recent situation on the way."
"Yes."
Panlong valued military merit and strictly rewarded those who had achieved it. During the war, General Huyi's former subordinates were promoted rapidly, and many of them became commanders who could lead their own armies.
He Lingchuan listened for a while and felt that several people were missing, so he casually asked:
"Willow branch? She always gets promoted faster than door panel."
Willow branches are widely recognized as women who are just as capable as men, possessing both courage and resourcefulness.
Hu Min's smile vanished, and he said in a low voice, "Six months ago, Liu Tiao covered the main force's retreat in Benggu and unfortunately sacrificed his life."
He Lingchuan stopped in his tracks, his fist hardening instantly: "To die for one's country? With willow branches?"
He had just returned to Panlong City and sensed a bad atmosphere, but this terrible news was truly unbelievable.
"The two sides were vastly outnumbered. Liu Tiao led her troops to fight until only a few men remained, but there was still no hope of escape. She did not want to fall into enemy hands, so..." Although more than half a year had passed, Hu Min's voice was still bitter when he mentioned this incident, "...she committed suicide."
Liu Tiao had distinguished herself in battle within the Panlong Army, a record already kept by the enemy. She knew all too well what would happen to her if she were captured.
She chose to commit suicide to uphold her loyalty and righteousness.
A flash of red light appeared in He Lingchuan's hand, and the tall grass by the roadside was all sheared with a whoosh.
The violent blade energy covered an area of nearly a hundred square meters, and the aftershocks even hit several trees on the side, which slowly fell down.
Passersby gasped in surprise and quickly made way for them.
For a moment, the air seemed to freeze.
From Hu Min's perspective, the general showed neither surprise nor rage, and his expression remained largely unchanged. Only the veins on his forehead throbbed a few times, and his breathing became lighter.
After a few breaths, He Lingchuan continued walking: "Who was her opponent in that battle?"
“Pang Chiye. He was originally a general of Xuluo Kingdom, but later, due to his outstanding military achievements, he was recommended to go to Lingxu City.”
He Lingchuan nodded: "I know him."
The willow branches are gone. Just like in reality, in the world of Panlong, once life is gone, it will never come back.
She was a member of the first team He Lingchuan joined after entering the Panlong World. She was a true comrade-in-arms, fighting side by side, bleeding together, and growing together.
He Lingchuan's archery skills were taught by her personally, and he still vividly remembers every clear taunt from Liu Tiao. As close teammates, she had helped everyone in the Broken Blade Squad out of trouble and saved their lives.
Despite knowing the unpredictability of war, He Lingchuan never expected...
(End of this chapter)