Quick Transmigration: The Villain Always Ends Up with the Male Lead

Zhao Zhonglie led Shi Qi into the camp, where most of the people were acquaintances, so it was quite comfortable.

When Shi Qi returned to the army, none of these grown men were unhappy, not only because Shi Qi was the orphan of the late General Shi, but also because he was indeed a very capable general who had never suffered a defeat so far.

The generals chatted and laughed, and drank quite a bit of wine. Shi Qi, at the head of the table, was unusually quiet, unlike the main character, but everyone was obviously used to it; that was just how their general was.

"We all hope that the general can return, but if he returns, there will be war. We would rather the general stay safely in the capital."

The officer who said this, Captain Huo Dahuo, was also in the same batch of soldiers as the original owner.

These words immediately resonated with everyone present. It wasn't that they were afraid of war; it's just that who would yearn for it?

"Sigh, let's not talk about that anymore. Since His Majesty has sent all our generals back, it means His Majesty values ​​them. With the generals back, what are we afraid of?" Zhao Zhonglie interrupted their somewhat negative discussion.

"Come, let me toast the general!" Zhao Zhonglie raised his wine cup.

Upon seeing Zhao Zhonglie's action, those who had been discussing it were shocked, and several people quickly spoke up to stop him.

"Deputy General Zhao, please spare the general!"

"Yes, you're not a newcomer either, do you think you don't know our general's drinking capacity?"...

Zhao Zhonglie, however, didn't take it seriously: "What's the big deal! I just think that's how the army should drink this kind of strong liquor. Besides, the general just arrived. What's wrong with drinking it and sleeping for a few hours?"

After speaking, he stared intently at Shi Qi, eager for his approval: "General, don't you agree?"

Shi Qi had no memory of the original owner being drunk; all he had were accounts told to him by others. According to other soldiers, he ran around the entire camp late at night, and his speed was so fast that no one could catch up with him.

When he got tired of running, he started digging a hole on the spot, muttering that this place was too desolate and that he wanted to plant a tree. He had just dug a hole that wasn't too big or too small when he jumped in...

Shi Qi chuckled twice: "What Vice General Zhao said makes sense, but I really can't hold my liquor, so I'll use a small cup to toast your bowl."

"Hahaha, good! Thank you for giving me face, General. I'll drink this first as a sign of respect!" He said, drinking it all in one gulp. After finishing, he turned the bowl upside down for Shi Qi to see.

Shi Qi also drank the wine. It was indeed strong. Shi Qi had never drunk wine like this before. He couldn't help but frown after taking a sip.

With Zhao Zhonglie's interruption, the atmosphere in the tent improved again.

Huo Da: "Didn't the general return to the capital and get appointed as regent? We're all people who don't come to the capital for years, so I wonder how the general is doing in the capital?"

Others chimed in, "Yes, everyone says life in the capital is very different from here. I wonder if the general could tell us roughnecks about it?"

Shi Qi said, "It is indeed very different, but it is not as comfortable as life in the army."

Zhao Zhonglie: "I agree. The people in the capital are all sour-tongued civil officials. We generals command all the officials, and I don't know how tired we must be every day."

Huo Da: "Vice General Zhao is right. In the capital, people kneel down all the time, which is quite different from our army where we only need to salute."

"So it's good that the general is back. Isn't it more comfortable to stay in the army than in the capital?"

The people below kept chiming in, and Shi Qi, who had already drunk strong liquor, became increasingly dizzy from listening.

"General, don't you agree?" someone suddenly asked. However, they waited for a long time without receiving a reply from their general...

The group of guys, who had just gotten into a great chat, suddenly remembered to look at their general. Shi Qi stared blankly ahead, and although there was no one there, they could still see a focused expression on his face.

"General, are you alright?" Huo Da asked worriedly.

Shi Qi thought for a while before realizing he was calling her: "Hmm..."

He doesn't look alright at all; he's obviously drunk. We really should have stopped him... Everyone cast resentful glances at Zhao Zhonglie. The host of this welcoming banquet is drunk; how can the banquet possibly continue?

Even Zhao Zhonglie, who was never one to fuss over details, realized he was in the wrong. He scratched his head sheepishly, then called over Shi San, who was guarding outside the tent, and sent Shi Qi back to the main tent.

Fortunately, he didn't try to persuade him too much, otherwise, if Shi Qi had gone on a drunken rampage, he would definitely be in trouble tomorrow: "The general is not feeling well for the time being, the banquet will continue, everyone please continue eating!"

Although it continued, the atmosphere wasn't as good as before when things started to change.

On the surface, Zhao Zhonglie maintained control of the overall situation, but inwardly, two lines of tears streamed down his face. He vowed never to urge the general to drink again...

He woke up with a splitting headache. How did he fall asleep yesterday? He has absolutely no recollection of it.

"How did I get back yesterday?" He was still concerned about his image and was afraid of doing something like the original owner of this body.

007: "Zhao Zhonglie asked Shi San to bring you here, don't worry. You didn't do anything strange." He suppressed a laugh.

Shi Qi didn't think 007 would lie to him about something so simple, so he relaxed. But why did his neck hurt a little?

Actually, what 007 saw last night was this: After leaving the tent, Shi Qi walked straight out of the camp, and Shi San, who was behind him, had no choice but to follow closely. Finally, he stopped by a river and stayed there for a while. 007 was initially unsure what Shi Qi was going to do, but then he suddenly lifted his foot as if to walk into the river. Fortunately, Shi San, who was following behind, reacted quickly and pulled him back in time.

When Shi Qi was pulled back, he was still unhappy and pushed Shi San away again, trying to jump back into the river. Shi San had no choice but to apologize while knocking him unconscious with a chop to the neck and dragging him back to the camp.

However, the only witnesses were him and Shi San, and Shi San certainly wouldn't tell anyone, so it was practically equivalent to him not doing anything strange. 007 nodded, finding it quite reasonable.

Shi Qi changed his clothes, stepped out of the main tent, and, judging by the sky, figured it was already afternoon. "Very good, indeed fine wine. I'll never drink it again."

The wine was indeed wronged, but this injustice can never be cleared.

Waiting outside today was Shi Si, also a girl. Her temperament was very calm, the complete opposite of Shi Lu's. She waited quietly for Shi Qi's instructions.

"Let's go to the training ground."

It was just past lunchtime, and by then, Zhao Zhonglie was already training his troops.

When he saw him, he walked over and cupped his hands in greeting: "General, you've arrived."

"Yes, you've worked hard. It's also my fault for not waking up this morning."

Hearing this, Zhao Zhonglie felt guilty: "General, what are you saying! Isn't this my fault? I shouldn't have urged you to drink."

Then he turned to the training soldiers and shouted, "No slacking off! Let the general see the results of our years of training!"