“Thank you, Brother Zhang Bo, with your words, we are relieved.” Wu Jian's expression also paused slightly, seeing Zhang Bo making such a solemn promise to him, a smile appeared on his face, and he also breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, the heart that had been in his throat now settled down.
After all, as long as the leader said such words, it meant that he approved of their actions, and approved of their defensive counterattack.
At least it gave them a very clear attitude.
That is, as Zhang Bo said, he would fully protect them.
In fact, from the attitude of these two days, these middle-level managers could also see the subtleties, after all, Zhang Bo had been speaking up for them all along.
Previously, the remnants of the Diesel Company had been infiltrating the grassroots management and middle-level managers, and all the middle-level managers had inherited the Spiritual Realm Commander, becoming Ten-Man Commanders in Deherim, which they were all aware of.
Therefore, these middle-level managers were actually the most suspicious group of people.
However, Zhang Bo had been protecting them, constantly deflecting the issue of the Diesel Company remnants, and in fact, even now, Wu Jian was a bit unsure.
He was very unclear whether there were any Diesel Company remnants among these so-called loyalist middle-level managers.
Since he was unclear, there was suspicion, and as long as it wasn't 100% problem-free, then there must be something going on, so Wu Jian was truly grateful for Zhang Bo's protection of them.
Even if Zhang Bo didn't explicitly promise them 100% protection, these middle-level managers understood in their hearts that Zhang Bo had already done his best to protect them.
“That’s enough.” Zhang Bo saw Wu Jian and the others being so respectful to him, and he knew that he had completely subdued these middle-level managers, or rather, it wasn't that he had completely subdued these middle-level managers, but rather that when he submitted the list earlier, Zhang Bo had already closely linked the upper-level channels related to the interests of these middle-level managers, which were his connections with Shen Mu, through himself.
In other words, Zhang Bo became the spokesperson for these middle-level managers.
This was a very clever fact.
It was precisely because Zhang Bo became the spokesperson for these middle-level managers that he was able to integrate with them at this time, and also made these middle-level managers believe that he and they were all part of the same group.
Of course, the reason why Zhang Bo couldn't integrate into the senior managers was also due to this reason, after all, he had already become the spokesperson for those middle-level managers, and also a spokesperson for Zhang Caidong, so it could be said that their interests were inherently conflicting.
If it weren't for Zhang Caidong, if it weren't for his own relationship with Shen Mu, if it weren't for the fact that he had saved the lives of those senior managers at the Diesel Company back then.
And if he weren't a Prophecy-type Mage with a very promising future.
Perhaps Zhang Bo would have long since fallen out with those senior managers and caused some trouble in secret. By now, those senior managers already had the intention of turning against him.
Zhang Bo could see it.
But what Zhang Bo wanted now was precisely this effect.
“Remember, you must guard against those senior managers, be careful, don't make any mistakes, and don't leave any leverage for those guys.” Zhang Bo patted Wu Jian's arm, looked at the middle-level managers around him who were all looking at him with friendly eyes, said nothing more, and turned to leave.
After all, he came here precisely to mediate the conflict between the two sides, and now that the conflict had been basically resolved, he didn't need to say anything more.
At least on the surface, the conflict between the two sides had been resolved.
“Brother Zhang Bo, we will definitely be careful.” Wu Jian also nodded, said nothing more, and gestured for the middle-level managers to see Zhang Bo off.
“No need to see me off, this is fine.” Zhang Bo politely declined the middle-level manager who wanted to see him off, and then walked towards his town residence.
There was no need for a send-off; if there were, it would be a hindrance, as he still had many things to do.
Walking on the streets of Deherim, many Blue Star Humans were still sleeping on both sides of the street. These Blue Star Humans seemed to have heard some rumors, and they were all curled up in their tents, not daring to say anything. Only a few brave ones dared to pull open a small gap in their tents and secretly observe the situation outside.
After all, during the day, the conflict between these two groups had already spread by word of mouth to others.
For most Blue Star Humans, this kind of thing was no longer something they could get involved in.
Therefore, at this time, no matter what happened, they all wanted to curl up in their tents and pretend that nothing had happened. Moreover, they were quite safe in Deherim; even if two forces clashed, it had nothing to do with them, after all, they were just the most ordinary Blue Star Humans. Previously, the confrontation between the Diesel Company and the Green Leaf Group had nothing to do with them either, so what was there to worry about now?
They just needed to quietly wait for the result. Of course, this was also a kind of wisdom and method of survival for these commoner-like Blue Star Humans.
At this moment, as Zhang Bo walked on the street, he keenly noticed that there seemed to be figures flickering in the surrounding corners, and they were deliberately hiding so as not to be discovered by him.
If he wasn't mistaken, it should be those senior managers.
Of course, Zhang Bo pretended not to know about this, quickly returned to his town residence, then closed the door, and quietly sat on the chair, waiting.
He was waiting for the time.
If the time was right, then as darkness fell, the points he had laid out should also begin to act.
In the hearts of various forces and individuals, a daring ruthlessness emerged with the descent of darkness.
“Now, we just wait for the first detailed plan to appear.” Zhang Bo turned his head to look out the window. Deherim, illuminated by the light of the Torch Tower as if it were still daytime, made a hint of envy appear in his eyes. However, what he was truly looking at was not the city illuminated by the firelight, but the darkness beyond the firelight, outside the city.
Because it was in the darkness that the most important detail of this plan was hidden: the Skeleton Legion of the Black Arrow Tower Seventh Dynasty, concealed within the subway tunnels of the entire Long City.
...
At this moment, on the city wall of Deherim, Lezalit, who was on duty, was walking back and forth, patrolling with his knight's sword at his side.
Behind him, there were also 10 Holy Tree Knights responsible for protecting him, following him, and similarly, their eyes were sharp as they looked outside the city wall. Any situation would not escape their eyes.
They were patrolling.
And they were also checking whether the Swadian Light Infantry or Swadian Militia standing guard in the towers built on the city wall were slacking off.
After all, they were living people, and if they stood guard for too long, they would really slack off.
Therefore, patrols and inspections were necessary.
“How's the situation?” Lezalit patrolled a circle and nodded with satisfaction. He didn't see any slacking soldiers on this section of the city wall. All the soldiers were standing upright at their posts, watching outside. Any rustling of leaves would not escape their eyes. So, Lezalit found a soldier to inquire.
“No problems at all, Lord Lezalit.” The soldier respectfully saluted Lezalit and then answered seriously.
“Hmm, very good.” Lezalit nodded with satisfaction.
This was the report he needed.
Although he was not good at fighting or defending cities, he was quite competent in managing soldiers, especially in training soldiers and teaching them how to complete their duties, including patrolling, standing guard, and reconnaissance. He was quite skilled and comprehensive.
As an instructor, and one specially appointed as the chief instructor by the Swadia Kingdom, Lezalit naturally had this ability and this worthy pride.
And watching Fatis, who was returning with a group of Swadian Heavy Cavalry from outside the city wall.
“Let them in.”
Lezalit waved his hand, without any verbal exchange with them, just signaling for the city gate to open, allowing Fatis and the Swadian Heavy Cavalry to enter the city gate, and then change shifts with Bestour and the Kujit Steppe Bandit Elite, who were already prepared to take over the outdoor patrol duty.
“I say, Lezalit, do you want to go for a ride outside with me?” Bestour, riding a healthy steppe horse, whistled at Lezalit, signaling him to look over, and loudly asked, “Do you want to go for a spin together?”
“No, since I'm guarding the city wall, the city wall is where I should be. You go by yourself.” Lezalit glanced at Bestour and waved his hand, signaling him to just go.
He knew that this Kujit's personality was quite erratic and he didn't care about any rules. However, he was, after all, of noble birth, and although not a Calradian noble, he was quite conscientious and responsible in fulfilling his duties.
“Alright then, I’ll go by myself.” Bestour smiled and didn't mind Lezalit's perfunctory gesture. He directly raised his whip and laughed at the Kujit Steppe Bandit Elites behind him: “Alright brothers, let's go together! Let’s go!”
Immediately, excited laughter echoed around, and as Bestour quickly spurred his horse to the front, the remaining more than 20 Steppe Bandit Elites immediately followed.
After leaving the congested and narrow Deherim, these Steppe Bandits seemed to have let loose, beginning to gallop wildly.
The whistling sounds and the wind they stirred up made the Kujit excitement and the familiar feeling of galloping wildly surge through their bodies, making their blood boil.
The Kujit are inherently a people of the horseback; they love to gallop like this.
Compared to the Swadians who prefer to be quiet in towns or manors, they are two extremes. Even though the Swadians also have powerful Heavy Cavalry, they prefer these Heavy Cavalry to charge forward in the same formation, rather than scattered galloping, carelessly wasting the warhorse's stamina.
“Lord Bestour, our patrol range seems to have expanded again. Did Lord Shen Mu use his divine power again to enlarge the area of Deherim?” At this moment, a Steppe Bandit Elite spoke up.
“Of course, Lord Shen Mu himself is a savior full of miracles. Any miracle that happens is to be expected.” Bestour laughed heartily as he replied.
Bestour looked at the patrol limit that had been reached before, and now it had extended by about a mile outside. He couldn't help but sigh in admiration, and his reverence for Shen Mu grew increasingly strong.
For Shen Mu, he had merely exerted some of the power of the Holy Light Torch Tower, and incidentally borrowed a portion of the amplification power from the light artifact.
But for these ordinary Mount & Blade Soldiers, it was a change that amounted to a miracle.
Of course, they were surprised and expressed their longing because they were working under Shen Mu.
So they galloped even more excitedly, racing each other on the flat roads of Long City as if in a horse race. After all, patrolling was patrolling, and racing while patrolling was also fine.
As long as they could patrol the area and confirm there were no problems, that was enough.
However, as Bestour charged at the very front, relying on his steppe horse being the finest quality steppe warhorse to take the lead, his brow suddenly furrowed slightly. His original charging gallop gradually halted as he instinctively tightened the reins, bringing his warhorse to a stop.
“Lord Bestour, something’s not right.” Even a few of the Steppe Bandit Elites following Bestour frowned, looking at the darkness ahead, beyond the Holy Light Torch Tower's illuminated range, and instinctively reached for the hilt of their Nomadic Scimitar.
Because in the darkness ahead, beyond the illuminated range of the Holy Light Torch Tower, some even deeper shadows suddenly appeared, and these shadows seemed to be approaching.
As the gray mist diffused, the darkness grew closer, and a terrifying feeling emerged in their hearts, making them increasingly uneasy.
“Something is wrong.” Bestour, of course, also saw that the situation was very wrong, and he had already placed his hand on the hilt of his Nomadic Scimitar.
But then he immediately released the hilt of the Nomadic Scimitar and directly raised the spear that was still resting on the side of his horse's back.
If the Nomadic Scimitar symbolized vigilance, then the raised spear already indicated that Bestour had directly transitioned from vigilance to a combat state.
Not just Bestour, but the other Steppe Bandit Elites were the same.
Because the dark figures appearing in the darkness ahead were getting closer and closer, allowing all the Steppe Bandits to see what the original form of those dark figures was—
It was a group of Undead Monsters, enveloped in thick gray mist, emerging from the darkness and arriving within the illuminated range of the Holy Light Torch Tower!
“This is an enemy attack!” Bestour said in a deep voice, turning his head and loudly commanding the Steppe Bandit Elites behind him: “Return to Deherim immediately! Immediately! Now! Let’s go!” (End of Chapter)