Father Xia’s eyes were montarily lost before returning to their usual sharpness.
He scanned the three Great Tang soldiers dressed in Mountain Pattern Armor sitting in the military tent.
They remained silent throughout, and neither Father Xia’s gaze nor his words elicited any response from them.
Each of them possessed an extraordinary height, and their robust bodies seed to contain boundless strength.
If not for their long breaths and strong heartbeats, others might mistake them for sculptures sitting on iron chairs.
But Father Xia knew that as soon as he issued a military order, they would transform into terrifying warriors.
Father Xia looked at the silent soldiers for a mont, then turned to the ssenger standing by the door and asked, "What are the martial artists doing?"
"A giant tal bird fell into the jungle at noon today. They, like us, dispatched scouts to investigate but retreated after briefly engaging the natives. No anomalies have been observed so far," reported the ssenger.
"Did we see any traces of the giant tal bird’s crash? Did those guys with guns co to check?" Father Xia asked after considering it.
"No. It’s quite far from them. At least they didn’t show up when we were seizing the wreckage," said the ssenger after thinking about it. "My lord, is the giant tal bird the sa as the plane General Li Ba ntioned before?"
"Based on the information left by the five of them, it seems similar but larger. At least we can be sure that it’s sothing from their world," Xia Wu said with a smile. "Take it back and let the research institute have a look. Maybe they can put together sothing good. Didn’t they say they were stuck in a bottleneck? Let’s bring them an artifact."
The ssenger knew that Master Xia Wu was in a good mood now.
Throughout the days they had been trapped on this island, he had never smiled. Only now when ntioning his godson did his spirits lift.
After all, his godson was a hero personally nominated by His Majesty, a fact that also brought pride to Father Xia.
With the departure of Li Changhe and others, the original owners of the ’roles’ returned to their previous positions. They were all baffled by the sudden promotion and enfeoffnt given by the emperor.
Li Ba, who had only beco Zhonglang General of the Thousand Cattle Guard through Xia Wu’s connections, instantly beca a great general.
For so reason, the emperor granted various titles to the five, and even the children knew of General Li Ba’s exploits against the rat people. Those who had sacrificed themselves were engraved in the new history of the Tang Empire.
Although Li Ba’s generalship was mostly a nominal position without real power, the title of hero was enough to bring honor to Xia Wu. If properly trained, Li Ba would beco a true general!
"Hehe, our nas will probably go down in history too," Father Xia chuckled, stroking his chin contentedly.
Then, looking in a certain direction, his expression changed slightly. "There are such masters in the martial arts world? Damn it! They co to test us every day, aren’t they afraid that I’ll destroy them?"
The ssenger replied in a low voice, "But Master Xia, if we fight against them with our current strength, I’m afraid both sides will suffer."
...
Elsewhere, several miles away from the Great Tang camp, a group of people dressed in ancient costus had set up a simple encampnt.
Unlike the disciplined atmosphere of the Great Tang army, this place seed quite relaxed, with assorted small groups gathered as if forcibly recruited. Occasional cursing and conflicts flared up. However, the area surrounding one tent on the outskirts of the camp was eerily quiet.
A handso middle-aged man in his forties was ticulously wiping his sword under the dim candlelight.
He was dressed in a white robe with a thin beard. His eyes were like two cold stars in the dim light, similar to a celestial being descending to the mortal world as he wiped his sword.
"I can’t believe we are trapped on this island... It seems our duel will have to wait for a while," the middle-aged man murmured before sheathing his sword. Only then did the candlelight brighten, having been suppressed by the cold radiance of the unsheathed sword.
...
Dozens of miles west of Li Changhe and the others, on a beach, Volga and his team hid in a rock wall by the coastline. They also found a piece of airplane wreckage located at the head of the aircraft, but they didn’t have the opportunity to approach it.
Soone had gotten there before them - a group of soldiers ard with rifles and wearing military uniforms. Judging by their attire and weapons, they were part of the Arican army from World War II.
Volga and the others stayed hidden, debating internally whether they could communicate with this military force that didn’t belong to their ti.
In their current lineup, Volga was a combatant with level LV9, and a strong close-combat fighter.
Snow Shadow was LV7, a skilled sniper with exceptional Aura Concealnt, providing a significant advantage in jungle warfare.
The Asian man in the long robe, called Paperman Zhang, was LV7 and said to possess assassination abilities. He served as an Assassin-type [Player] while also displaying prowess in frontal combat.
The last was the tall, slender Asian woman nad Lady Nanzhuang. She was LV9, and her abilities were undisclosed. She simply obeyed Volga’s commands with an air of a lone warrior. Paperman Zhang seed more receptive to instructions.
Volga didn’t mind. Due to a failed Task involving Hua Country, he didn’t have a good impression of them. Both of his teammates were from Hua Country, and since they were on the sa team, Volga didn’t want to say much. All he required was that they follow simple commands.
Nanzhuang’s strength was formidable, and Volga could clearly sense the fleeting danger she posed. She was no weaker than him, and maybe even stronger.
That was enough. As long as they could defeat or force their opponent to withdraw from the Task. He wouldn’t mind if Nanzhuang acted independently.
"It seems that this ti, the advantage in combat depends on whether we can win over or borrow the power of the Plot forces," Volga pondered. "But the Plot forces obviously aren’t easy to deal with either. Judging by their vigilance and deploynt, there are probably other dangers on this island, or multiple opposing Plot forces."
"Should we approach them?" Snow Shadow asked.
"No, let’s observe for now and try to make it through tonight," Volga weighed his options. "We can’t rule out the possibility that they’ll attack us. Plot forces... they just happen to be our nation’s World War II army. I can’t shake the feeling that they harbor ill intentions..."
Paperman Zhang and Nanzhuang naturally listened and complied.
As they watched the soldiers remove the wreckage, bury the remains of the deceased, and guard vigilantly against the jungle, they knew the soldiers had enemies with no small asure of strength. Lacking sufficient information, they chose to proceed with caution.
Both sides cautiously concealed themselves, calculating each other’s intentions.
...
As darkness fell, they saw bright flas in the distance amidst the jungle and heard the restless footsteps all around, as well as the faint sound of gunfire from afar.
Li Changhe and the others held their breath, hiding in the treetops.
At night, the natives beca even more restless. As they saw the figures passing through the trees, a shiver ran down their spines.
Spending the night in the forest was too dangerous! If it weren’t for setting up alarm traps, Li Changhe and the others would likely have been gnawed alive by the natives by now.
"No, we must leave the jungle and seize the plot initiative first!" Box asked, "What’s your idea?"
"What other way is there if we don’t want to be gnawed on?" Li Changhe looked at the natives underneath him, watching them carry back so human remains. He took a deep breath and said, "We’ll grasp the legs of the plot characters and call them daddy!"
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