Chapter 369
Chapter 369 Cunning and Endurance
Yesterday, as Li Tai was leaving, he had handed over 10,000 elite troops to Lin Wanrong, who were now stationed at the foot of Grand Prime Minister Temple's back mountain. Li Tai knew that people like Du Xiuyuan had been personally nurtured by Lin Wanrong. They had fought bravely against the White Lotus cult in Shandong, demonstrating remarkable valor, so he specifically left Du Xiuyuan's unit for Lin Wanrong to command. Had this been yesterday morning, Lord Lin would surely have mocked Li Tai's old man as overly cautious. Only now could he truly appreciate the uniqueness and shrewdness of this illustrious General of Great Hua in handling affairs.
In a hurry to reach the base of Grand Prime Minister Temple's back mountain, before he had even approached the camp, he heard voices shouting in joyous surprise, “General Lin? Isn’t that General Lin? Brothers, General Lin is back, General Lin is back!"
Lin Wanrong looked up to see several familiar faces. He vaguely remembered that these men were the scholarly soldiers that Du Xiuyuan had brought from Hangzhou when he had been in command in Chuzhou. They had all grown into brave and robust warriors, resembling the lads from the north.
Du Xiuyuan's troops, formed from those who had fought a bloody battle against the White Lotus by Weishan Lake, had witnessed General Lin's awe-inspiring power just a few days ago during a military exercise. He had defeated Su Mubai in one fell swoop, a victory they had all seen. Hearing that General Lin had returned, the crowd had already gathered to greet him. Lin Wanrong chuckled and greeted them all when Xu Zhen hurriedly rushed out from the camp, loudly exclaiming, “General Lin, you’ve arrived!”
Lin Wanrong nodded and smilingly asked, “Xu Zhen, did you receive the letter I sent yesterday?”
“We received it, we received it,” Xu Zhen nodded repeatedly, then asked, puzzled, “General, where did you find such a young child to deliver the message? He looked only four or five years old. If it weren’t for Brother Du's recognition of your handwriting, we might have driven him away.”
A child? Lin Wanrong looked at Xu Zhen, confused, “Are your eyes deceiving you, boy? That was clearly a beautiful woman of heavenly grace and charm, not a child.”
“No way!” Xu Zhen shook his head repeatedly, “Not just me, many brothers in the camp saw it. It was a four or five-year-old child, not a beautiful woman.”