Chapter 12: Simple and Unadorned

Under the cover of night, Zhao Ji fiddled with the campfire. Wei Xing seemed seriously injured; in any case, he couldn’t stand guard or take shifts tonight.

By the time dinner was over, the wound on Zhao Ji’s cheek had already begun to scab over.

Tonight, his watch partner was the scar-faced county soldier. The man showed little interest in conversation, wrapped himself in a tattered wool blanket, tilted his head, and dozed off, snoring softly.

Zhao Ji also closed his eyes occasionally to feign sleep, while Yang Ji remained vigilant and kept actual watch nearby.

Suddenly, Yang Ji nudged Zhao Ji. Zhao Ji opened his eyes and looked toward the low wall, which was just over five feet tall.

Outside the wall, Guan Shang held a torch high. Hu Ban pushed open the gate and entered. Zhao Ji stood to greet him. “Military Officer.”

“The martial contest scheduled for tomorrow is canceled.”

Hu Ban gestured toward the campfire. Guan Shang propped the gate with a pillar, came over to the fire, and extinguished the torch in the dirt.

Hu Ban had just sat down without a word when the scar-faced soldier, awakened by the movement, dared not sleep any longer. He got up immediately, rolled up his wool blanket, and left.

He went to the stable, lay down in a pile of hay, wrapped himself again in the wool blanket, and quickly fell asleep.

Hu Ban and Zhao Ji withdrew their gaze from the stables. Hu Ban then took the initiative to explain: “A Ji, do you know about Jia Kui and Jia Liangdao from Xiangling?”

They were of the same generation, so Zhao Ji naturally had a faint impression of Jia Kui.

Jia Kui’s family was not among the great clans or powerful gentry; their lineage was modest, but they were a respected scholarly family in the commandery.

Zhao Ji then asked, “Has Jia Liangdao also volunteered?”

“Indeed. Roughly speaking, all the promising talents of this commandery have enlisted.”

Hu Ban continued: “From what I know, not only has Jia Liangdao volunteered, but his brother-in-law Liu Fu has also joined as a county official accompanying the troops. Today, the Xiangling unit arrived. Jia Liangdao is knowledgeable in military affairs and believes that if one hopes to accomplish great things, personal matters must be set aside. According to his plan, once all the county troops gather, they will be broken up and reassembled into a unified force.”

Seeing Zhao Ji frown in thought, Hu Ban asked, “A Ji, you have studied military strategy. What do you think?”

“His idea is sound, but it lacks time.”

Zhao Ji lowered his voice: “Once assembled, we won’t have sufficient time to drill battle formations before marching toward Henei. The journey will be exhausting, and supplies scarce. We cannot afford to march slowly. If we organize according to his plan, the unfamiliar troops pressured to move quickly will likely scatter at the first attack, resulting in a rout.”

At this moment, Guan Shang spoke: “Brother-in-law, I think A Ji makes a valid point. The commandery’s grain supply is limited, yet many have come. Our county has increased by about ten men; Xiangling by nearly twenty. Unless the commandery provides more provisions, the troops will run out of food before reaching Henei.”

The great chaos in the Three Borders was caused by drought-induced famine, and the Hedong region was no better off—grain was scarce everywhere.

Although last year’s harvest had somewhat recovered, who dared to gamble on this year’s yield?

The commandery, counties, and wealthy clans all hesitated to spend grain freely—it was reserved for survival.

If another natural disaster struck, failing to overcome this crisis would mean ruin and death.

Hu Ban waved a hand at Guan Shang, who lowered his head, sensing his mistake.

Hu Ban stared into the fire. “A Ji is partly right, but Jia Liangdao’s intentions run deeper. If each county sticks to its own group, even a thousand-strong army will be like scattered sand and shattered stones—unable to form a force. Only by breaking county boundaries can we unite our hearts. Otherwise, at the first difficulty, everyone will go their own way, dying far from home and becoming a laughingstock among the commanderies.”

“Does he have a way to solve the food shortage?”

Zhao Ji asked softly, still watching the campfire. “His family is poorer than mine. If he could secure five thousand dan of grain, there might be a chance of success. Otherwise, they will resort to plunder—and that would be disastrous. Such a corrupting influence in the army, if discovered by the court, would ruin our careers.”

The clean, upright sons of decent families and humble scholars were sent to Henei to protect the emperor, shielding him from the bad influences of various loyalist warlords.

If these men resorted to plundering on the way, how would they differ from the warlords?

Grain was the lifeline of commanderies, counties, and great families. These people would rather send their sons to enlist than donate grain.

Not even money could buy it—what they were buying was the lives of women and children in every household.

Although Zhao Ji was no expert in military strategy, he had read Sun Tzu’s Art of War and understood the importance of morale when building an army.

Hu Ban remained silent for a long time. Before returning to camp, he had already been persuaded by Jia Kui.

Jia Kui’s vision was profound: to dismantle the old order and build a team centered on the collective interests of Hedong, rather than counties acting independently.

There were all kinds of people around the emperor; if consensus could not be reached, they would inevitably be swayed and recruited by warlords or others.

Among the warlords supporting the emperor were many former White Wave Army members—these were Hedong people, Hedong elites.

With kinship ties, if things went wrong, the Tiger Guard’s arrival in Henei might lead to its disintegration.

Seeing Hu Ban’s expression, Zhao Ji realized this was no longer a matter of argument or reason—he did not have the prestigious ancestral spirit ring like Jia Kui.

He softened his tone and said, “Brother, once we arrive in Henei, the court will reorganize our units. For now, the most urgent thing is to form teams with familiar people, without worrying about strict military formations. Practicality must come first. Only by arriving alive in Henei can we hope to serve the nation.”

Hu Ban gave a helpless smile. “A Ji, the world’s situation has decayed to such a degree. When we reach Henei, how dare we allow outsiders to command us? Jia Liangdao’s proposal reflects the thoughts of our commandery’s scholars. It is beyond you and me to sway.”

“In that case, I have nothing more to say.”

Out of the corner of his eye, Zhao Ji saw Pei Xiu leading Shentu Lan out of a room and lowered his voice: “More people gather, more conflicts will arise. If we try to take advantage, there will be those who won’t be pleased and may resort to extreme measures. Fortunately, I am strong on my feet; if chaos breaks out, I can escape with ease.”

He shifted slightly to make room as Pei Xiu sat down, frowning.

“A Ji’s reasoning makes sense. Jia Kui’s thoughts are too far-reaching, disconnected from reality.”

Hu Ban’s stance also began to waver. “But Commander Wang shares the same view.”

“He’d be pleased to see us scattered.”

Pei Xiu sneered coldly. “He can organize his faction; I’ll organize mine. Tomorrow morning, I’ll visit the teams from Anyi, Beijiang, and Nanjiang. If we heed everything from Jia Kui’s mouth, why would we have to march a thousand miles to protect the emperor? Send Jia Kui off to Guanzhong on a fast horse—let him surrender to Li Jue and Guo Si. Wouldn’t that be splendid?”

Hu Ban forced a couple of laughs and asked, “Wouldn’t that anger Commander Wang?”

“I treat him as human; he’s only a commander. Otherwise, he’s nothing.”

Pei Xiu turned to Zhao Ji: “Tomorrow, when we compete for the position of company commander at the training ground, A Ji, you must give it your all. If Wang Zhi dares to threaten you with military law, don’t fear him. Our squabbles among juniors don’t kill him, and his uncle won’t intervene.”

Zhao Ji lowered his gaze to his hands. The bright red skill totem glowed between his crossed hands, cutting through thorns and brambles—Level Four, increasing damage by 32%.

Pei Xiu also looked down at Zhao Ji’s hands, thinking he was weighing the risks, then encouraged him: “There’s no one from the counties in the court—this is our chance. We cannot yield. If we young ones back down, how can my uncle maintain his stance? Charging headlong is what we juniors ought to do.”

“Yes, I’ll listen to Seventh Brother.”

Zhao Ji clenched his fists, resolute: “Tomorrow, anyone who blocks our way besides Wang Zhi, I’ll kill them all!”

Having killed Rui Dan with one punch and knocked out the robust and famously brave Wei Xing, Zhao Ji had earned the right to speak so boldly.

Pei Xiu dared not imagine how many would fall if Zhao Ji were truly given a sharp sword during a clash.

Guan Shang buried his head, unwilling to speak.

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