Zhao Qinghu flicked cigarette ash into Luosai Hu's crotch.
Luosai Hu, the enemy commander, lay there with an empty gaze, his face showing an expression of utter despair.
In just that short time, the bird's nest had become Zhao Qinghu's ashtray.
At first, a few of them just gnawed on dried meat and drank wine.
Zhao Qinghu felt there weren't enough dishes.
He took out a barbecue grill from his spatial ring.
They ate skewers and drank wine.
Halfway through the drinking, Zhao Qinghu called over Tai Shi Bo.
The few of them gathered, chatting and drinking.
Zhao Qinghu's wine didn't cause headaches or make one feel drunk; instead, after drinking it, one felt much lighter and a pleasant warmth spread through their body.
He had been working non-stop, his nerves taut twenty-four hours a day, but after drinking this wine, all his fatigue vanished.
They drank from the plane to the military camp, and then from the military camp to Chen Shaoyi's house.
By the time the drinking session ended, Fang Xin had already become good friends with these people.
Only Luosai Hu, the enemy commander Zhao Qinghu had captured, suffered; his crotch was filled with cigarette butts, and he lay on the ground, his eyes staring blankly at the ceiling, two lines of clear tears silently tracing down his cheeks.
He glanced at the time; he still had to rush back to the Ninth Division headquarters to prepare for the North front.
Fang Xin yawned, and Zhao Qinghu arranged a special plane for Fang Xin and Tai Shi Bo to take them.
Tai Shi Bo fell asleep as soon as he got on the plane.
Tai Shi Bo wasn't in that small group chat, and Fang Xin had vaguely heard that Tai Shi Bo was just one step away from joining it.
The other people in the group were all future successors of major powers.
Tai Shi Bo's situation was somewhat unfortunate; the internal affairs of the Tai Shi family were very complex, and if no major unforeseen events occurred in the future, Tai Shi Bo would not become the family head. According to the normal progression, he could only manage a portion of the power, but not absolute control. At most, he could be the family's second-in-command. In the Ninth Division, Tai Shi Bo also couldn't become the head of the Ninth Division; not to mention that Fang Xin being the Ninth Division's future successor was almost an open secret, there was also Bai Mao Zai ahead of him in the Ninth Division, who was an insurmountable mountain.
Fortunately, Tai Shi Bo had a very easygoing personality and didn't care much for such struggles for fame and fortune. In his words, being able to eat well, dress warmly, and sleep until he woke up naturally was already a wonderful life.
Fang Xin rested his chin on his hand, looking out the window. During their drinking, although Zhao Qinghu constantly joked around, he also shared quite a bit of crucial information. The most frequent topic of discussion was the impending arrival of the Eternal Night, signaling that a great disaster was about to descend.
Regardless, improving one's strength was the top priority.
Currently, Fang Xin's Strength-based combat power was still at Level 8 Warrior, just a sliver away from Level 9 Warrior. He possessed the Six-Eyed Deity's essence blood, which would allow him to easily reach Level 9 Warrior. If not for the tight schedule, he could have reached it in another ten days or so. Fortunately, going North meant participating in battles, and through slaughter, he could accelerate his realm's advancement.
Fang Xin had not neglected his other talents during this period of practice, and they had all successively reached Level 8 Warrior. Although these talents were not particularly strange or rare, they encompassed the major categories of various talents, making Fang Xin a one-man team.
Upon returning to the Ninth Division, the post-battle reports had already been submitted by his subordinates on their way back. Fang Xin quickly skimmed them, polished them up, and then submitted them.
After resting for one night, everyone set off for the North after lunch the next day.
Shi Tailang lay in his seat, patting his belly, "Working non-stop like this every day, when will it end? Our Old Shi family is still counting on me to carry on the family line and have many descendants."
Bai Yulin sipped his drink and said, "Little Fatty, don't worry. Once this battle is over, you can directly find a sixty-year-old widow. Not only will you find love, but you'll also have children and grandchildren without the pain of raising them. Most importantly, you'll also get to enjoy your girlfriend's pension!"
Shi Tailang glanced at Bai Yulin. At this moment, Bai Yulin was in her sister's state, wearing a JK uniform. Underneath her pleated skirt, over-the-knee white stockings had two small bows, and she wore small leather shoes on her feet, playfully wiggling back and forth in her chair.
Noticing Shi Tailang's increasingly perverted smile, Bai Yulin immediately switched to her brother Hei Yulin's state. A burly man wearing a JK uniform, with thick, hairy legs clad in white stockings, he rasped in a hoarse voice, "What are you looking at? What's wrong? Do you want my rectum to carry on the family line for your Old Shi family?"
Shi Tailang scratched his chest, instantly losing any desire for the opposite sex.
He turned his head and saw Li Bao'er sleeping soundly with her head on Fang Xin's shoulder.
"Xin Ge, what did you and Zhao Qinghu talk about?"
As he said this, Shi Tailang's eyes were filled with envy. He remembered back in Sky Shield Academy, Fang Xin was just a small Mangfu bullied by arrogant trash like Yang Haosi. How much time had passed since then? Fang Xin had, imperceptibly, transformed into a formidable Mangfu capable of drinking and chatting with the Crown Princes of various organizations.
"We just chatted casually and had some drinks. Oh, the situation will become increasingly grim, so everyone should focus on practicing and improving themselves!"
Shi Tailang said helplessly, "When can I finally rest? My dad is still counting on me to carry on the family line and wants to hold his grandson! My grandpa still wants to hold his great-grandson!"
Zhang Yaozu, playing a game, looked up upon hearing this and subconsciously retorted, "If you call your dad 'grandpa' and your grandpa 'great-grandpa' in the future, and let them hold you, wouldn't that solve your dad wanting a grandson and your grandpa wanting a great-grandson?"
Shi Tailang turned his head and looked at Zhang Yaozu, "Damn, Zhang Meiqiu'er, I never noticed before, you're actually so brilliant!"
"It's nothing, nothing!"
Hei Yulin tugged at his over-the-knee socks, scratching his abundant leg hair, "Why don't you two just get together?"
Shi Tailang and Zhang Yaozu exchanged glances, and both of them simultaneously turned their heads away.
"I don't want to be with this Fatty!"
"Funny, I also don't want my child to be born a coal ball!"
Fang Xin watched the two clowns with a smile.
This time, Yun Cang City had even more ruins than before. Traces of battle were everywhere, and many former skyscrapers had become piles of rubble. A desolate aura seemed to permeate the air, and the faces of the passing garrison troops were numb. After countless rounds of bloody battles, those who survived now had blood on their hands, and in everyone's eyes, there was only a sense of daze from countless battles and an unending future.
Last time he came, he could still see the Church and other organizations cooperating in battle. This time, there was a clear distance between the various organizations and the Church, with each having designated their own Garrison area . This was all thanks to Bai Mao Zai's successful instigation.
Fang Xin led his people to their assigned camp to prepare for the upcoming battles.
Yanzhi looked up at the sky.
Between her delicate white fingers, she held a very strange stick of incense, and a sandbox was placed in front of her.
Smoke curled upwards. Yanzhi held the incense stick and used its unburnt end to write a few characters on the sandbox.