Spiritual Energy Rejuvenation: I Began Cultivating By Farming

Chapter 2242 - 1261

According to what the Young General said, once he entered that camp, they would retreat two miles; they had arrived on horseback.

After all, it wasn’t very fast, and the reason they didn’t use camels was because they purchased enough water and changed into local clothing.

Since they weren’t far apart on both sides, they didn’t wear military uniforms, their regular clothes weren’t much different; ordinary civilians had it good if they had clothes to wear.

Or some better-off families might wear ethnic outfits; the two countries were so close, naturally, there were intermarriages between the two places, with kin in both nations.

This is why they couldn’t capture all those people in the city?

And in this country, they also had their people.

The Young General evaded the sentries and patrols; it was almost dawn, the time when people slept most soundly.

It was the best time to act, not many tents for establishing a camp, perhaps due to scarce supplies.

The Young General discovered there were many provisions in the tents here.

There were also many treatment points, naturally inside tents; as for some soldiers, they had no tents for shelter.

In the wind and sand, they could only use their own bundles for cover.

Using some supplies they brought from home, only those leaders had the chance to stay in tents.

But the casualties from battles in the past few days were too severe; many couldn’t be saved.

Those people were blown apart, limbs severed, bleeding profusely, only resulting in death.

Too many wounded and insufficient Medicinal Herbs to stop the bleeding.

Too many casualties, providers for body treatment weren’t readily available.

Also, their outdoor conditions weren’t good; despite having sufficient provisions, the heavy losses took out the Chief Commander, completely killing their morale.

In the first battle, so many died, thinking a single attack would be victorious.

Knowing the news, the opponent was already cut off from supplies; how could they have imagined they were so formidable?

Using such powerful weapons, hearing the explosions from afar where those untouched were frightened to the point of trembling legs.

Many met ill fate; though not near the city walls, were also caught in the blasts.

Sent tens of thousands, yet most died, the remaining few had to help treat the wounded, assist in cremating those who died.

These days have been their nightmare; even while not battling, they were too busy to sleep well day and night.

Closing their eyes brought nightmares; the enemy didn’t press their attack, slaughtering them; due to too many injured, they couldn’t retreat too far.

There were residents around here, delivering soldiers who were still alive; some leaders dared not act, only able to write letters to the Great King.

Whether to fight again? It depended on the Great King’s arrangements.

The Young General moved like a Ghost around several tents; with his strange pace, moving too quickly in the night, no one discovered this stranger.

The Young General collected all the supplies from the tents he passed.

There were provisions among them, Medicinal Herbs, weapons, etc.

As for those sleeping outdoors, their weapons stayed close; they held them in sleep.

After collecting the supplies from the tents, the Young General retreated, quickly leaving, dropping a few grenades as he departed.

His swift exit was met with ghostly wails and the immense sound of explosions, followed by fiery light reaching the sky.

The tents were set ablaze by the explosives’ flames, and the people were hurt and killed by the blasts.

This explosion, while not sending everyone off, left many dead and injured.

The Young General didn’t throw more ammunition, thinking this encounter already scared the others.

Having taken so many of their provisions and medicines, the injured and uninjured were left without, food and Medicinal Herbs.

What awaits them might be death unless they leave here, retreating further.

The Young General knew this raid wouldn’t easily succeed again.

No matter; their mission was to do it and return.

Not staying too long, even though he had enough dry food; everyone carried only so much, just enough water; he couldn’t have more appearing from thin air to arouse suspicion.

Having acquired these provisions, not bad, as he quickly ran back, found the horse within their ranks.

The Young General said only little, merely gesturing for everyone to follow.

It was already dawn, they returned quickly, fearing pursuit.

A bit of a regret this time, no horses gained, but acquiring some supplies wasn’t bad.

For the safety of the team, the Young General wasn’t greedy; after all, they were merely a small squad, only seven or eight people; if not for their sudden strike, had they been discovered, or traced, they might have faced difficulties.

At around noon, the Young General, weary horse beside him, returned to the city gates, where someone awaited them to let them in.

This batch returned from their mission, entered the city directly to the military camp, to eat and rest.

Another team was dispatched by the old General’s other son, along with his own son.

This team had more people, over ten, out of the city, back to certain areas under cover of night.