The Marquise: I Earn My Own Worship

Hachi looked at his subordinates who seemed to be feeling somewhat regretful and sneered.

"You just wiped your neck and it felt good, but now you regret it?"

The man was a little embarrassed, "No, that's not what I meant."

Ha Chi casually threw the dagger in his hand to the ground. "We were ambushed by the people of Da Chu in Xisha. We suffered heavy casualties. We risked our lives to bring back important news."

"What's the important news?"

Hachi wiped the blood off his feet with the corpse on the ground. He turned and stared at the man, saying word by word, "The high priest intends to collaborate with the enemy and seize the throne of Mosheng."

"This……"

Others found it a bit ridiculous.

"The king won't believe it."

Ha Chi pressed a handkerchief to the back of his still bleeding head and said disapprovingly, "Someone will believe it. Sooner or later, this high priest will be driven out of Mo Sheng."

Haci was one of the relatives of the lord of Nubu City, and the voice of Nubu City was the loudest among those opposing the high priest's rule.

"Hachi, two of them ran away. Buyi led his men to chase them but they haven't returned yet."

Ha Chi kicked the yellow sand in anger, and the sand splashed into the fire on the side. The flame flickered and became a little higher.

"A few of these rubbish, no one can catch them."

With his hands on his hips, he cursed inwardly.

"Don't even take a rest tonight! Chase them! If these two get away and someone catches them, the city lord won't let us off."

"go!"

"go!"

The rest of the people bandaged themselves up a bit and prepared to pack up and chase after them.

Suddenly, people began to fall one after another.

When they realized something was wrong and turned around to meet the enemy, they were all killed by the people who sneaked up on them.

Before they died, they didn't even see what the enemy looked like.

There was a plum blossom dart head between Hachi's eyebrows. Kangger walked up to him and stretched out his hand to pull the dart out.

"Good accuracy."

A man who was about eight feet tall walked over and glanced at the man named Hachi on the ground.

There was a round hole in the middle of his forehead on his face, which was open-eyed when he died.

"That's natural. I'm a natural."

"Let's just say it."

Bai Yi's tone was indifferent. People who knew him knew that what he admitted was what he thought in his heart.

"How does my skill compare to those oral escorts?"

Bai Yi was searching for things on the people on the ground and collecting all the useful ones.

Hearing what Kang Ge'er said, he couldn't help but sneer.

"How long have you been learning? If those escorts hear this, they will definitely jump up and beat you up."

Kang Ge'er burst into laughter. The escorts weren't really that tall, with an average height of around five feet. (Calculated at 1 foot 23 centimeters.)

(Please forgive me if this is offensive, as it is necessary for the character's characteristics.)

"Brother Bai, has anyone ever told you that you are humorous?"

Bai Yigang flipped over a token and threw it into the sack.

"No, you are the first."

Kang Ge'er laughed enough and started to clean up.

Since they left the capital, they broke away from the capital's tail and went ahead with Master Han Yang, Old Xuan, Bai Yi and others. They arrived five or six days earlier than the capital's main force. Since then, they have been lurking in Yumen and Xisha.

For two consecutive months, they basically lived in the Xisha Islands, using the sky as a blanket and the ground as a bed.

"Let's take a good rest here by the fire."

Kang Ge'er sat by the fire with a stove on top. He took out a few flatbreads from his bag and threw them in.

"Here are a few more. Cook them up over there and fill your stomachs."

"The seasoning is packed inside, just pour it in yourself."

The seasoning packets were wrapped in paper. They opened them and shook out everything on them, leaving nothing behind.

Kang Ge'er looked at his bag which was half deflated with heartache. He had brought some with him when he went out and now he had almost finished it.

"This thing is really good. It can be eaten dry or cooked, and it has oil and water."

The noodles are fried in oil. Even if there is no oil in the seasoning packet, you can still see a layer of oil on the surface just by cooking it.

When marching or fighting, having this to fill your stomach will give you more energy.

"I heard that the army is now distributing a large amount of this instant noodles. In addition to the daily military rations, this is what they eat."

Old Xuan was a little greedy, as he was old and couldn't stand being hungry.

I broke a branch I had found from somewhere and used it in half as chopsticks. I reached into the pot, scooped out a chopstick, and without caring about the heat, put it directly into my mouth.

"Slow down, slow down."

Kang Ge'er kindly reminded him, watching as Xuan Lao seemed to be cooking in his mouth, stirring it several times before swallowing it.

"By the way, Kang kid, I forgot to ask you last time, where did you get this?"

Since there was no bowl, Kang Ge'er stretched out his chopsticks and continued eating with his hands.

After eating a mouthful of noodles, I felt much better.

"My family sent it."

When Kang Ge'er said this, he felt a little proud in his heart.

"Do you know who supplied this batch of instant noodles?"

Bai Yi and his men were originally secret guards, and now they are ordered to protect the young master of the Duan family at the border, so they don’t know much about the news in the capital.

"do not know."

Kang Ge'er took a big gulp and let out a sigh of satisfaction.

"It was made by Xun Lu Nuxue, and then sold to the imperial court at a low price. Now it is a continuous supply of instant military rations to the imperial court. The war is intense now, and other places except the army are not selling it."

After saying that, Kang Ge'er quickly stretched out his chopsticks to scoop it up, but it would be gone if he was a little late.

At this point, everyone understood that Xunlu Girls' School was founded by the old lady Duan Hou. It might not exist anywhere else, but it must exist here for her grandson.

"Hey, weren't you afraid to write home before? How come you've received news from home now?"

Kang Ge'er snatched the soup spoon from Xuan Lao's hand and scooped up the soup to drink.

"Hey kid, do you know what it means to respect the elderly?"

After finishing his meal, Old Xuan lay aside, staring into the eyes of the corpse lying still beside him.

When asked this question, Kang Ge'er recalled the scene when he wrote a letter to his family for the first time after arriving in Yumen.

At that time, it had been more than three months since he left home and arrived in Yumen, and he did not dare to write home.

He sneaked out and followed Bai Yi and the others on the road without stopping for a moment.

After arriving in Yumen, he was still hesitant about whether or not to write a letter back.

This hesitation lasted for two months, and there were many small episodes in between, which left him no time to immerse himself in it.

Only when he really had a few days of rest did he write a letter to report his safety.

He knew without a doubt how badly he would be scolded, so after sending it out confidently, he was always worried.

At that time, he felt a little regretful. He should have written a letter to report his safety as soon as he arrived in Yumen. His grandmother and others at home must have been very worried.

Less than a month later, not only the letter was delivered, but also a lot of other things.

There were durable clothes and shoes, three large boxes filled with small change and copper coins, and a stack of small silver bills.

In addition, there are several instant noodles.