Chapter 13: Divine Strategist Han Xuanzhi (II)
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Huang Sanyuan had been very nervous the whole time. It was because there was something that only he knew, that the bandits that he only saw two men from the Toad Bandits. Given how Han Xuanzhi was so excited, to the point where he mobilize a thousand men, then the moment this fact becomes known, then only death would await himself. Thus, Huan Sanyuan had been constantly thinking about how to find an opportunity to run away midway.
However, as the army moved forth, Huang Sanyuan gradually felt like the problem that he had been considering really wasn’t much of one. That was because there was an even bigger problem with the army.
The road was rough, bumpy, and overgrown. For the army, marching on this road was basically a kind of torture. Among the army of a thousand, some got colds, some had stomach bugs, and several of the heavy infantry even fainted. Even the commanders could only ride their horses all about the army while using their whips to whip people into moving forward.
Yet, in the middle of all this, there’s also a gaudy carriage. It’s pulled by two horses, with the insides cushioned with thick cotton blankets. Han Xuanzhi sat within the carriage, lightly fanning himself with an assured expression.
Huang Sanyuan hesitated for some time before he finally managed to spit out the question he had, “Young lord, aren’t we supposed to be in a hurry? In that case, why are you taking the carriage?”
“I’m not a soldier. It’s not my responsibility to charge into danger.” Han Xuanzhi raised a brow as he spoke forcefully, “My responsibility is to direct them to fight. My value won’t be shown through enduring pain and suffering. Don’t you understand?”
“I do, I understand.” Huang Sanyuan hurriedly nodded. He once again had that feeling of [your logic sounds very reasonable, I have no counter for it, but I keep feeling like there’s something wrong].
“You can’t possibly understand.” Han Xuanzhi looked outside the carriage window as he sighed, “In ancient times, there was the famed general Chen Xuanzhi. When he went on campaign, he didn’t so much as leave his tent, and yet he slew his enemies thousands of miles away. The enemy armies would be utterly annihilated as he chatted casually. My senior’s bearing is truly admirable.”