Chapter 530
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Chapter 530: General, Please Hold
Bai Ze, who had been convinced his leave request was a sure thing, was now utterly bewildered.
Luo Ji ignored him, simply asking Ye Qingxuan for a place where he could interrogate the goblin.
His main goal was to gather information about the goblin civilization from Gawain to avoid being caught off guard again, as he had been with the orc situation.
Seeing Bai Ze’s dejected expression, He Liang, Zhou Cang, and the other guards walked up sympathetically and patted him on the shoulder, making Bai Ze even more confused.
“What’s wrong with His Majesty?”
He Liang couldn’t help but roll his eyes at the question.
Just as he was about to say something, Luo Ji, walking ahead, suddenly turned and glanced at him, as if he sensed something.
This glance made He Liang’s heart pound nervously.
He quickly remembered that his marriage to Liu Ye was still awaiting their emperor’s approval.
The date was already set for the beginning of next month, so he couldn’t afford any mistakes now.
Considering his own future happiness, He Liang’s mind raced, and he decisively spoke to Bai Ze with deep earnestness.
“General Bai Ze, don’t you know that His Majesty is preparing to deploy troops to the grasslands soon?”
“As one of only two thousand-cavalry commanders in our Myriad World Civilization, how could His Majesty grant you a month’s leave at such a critical juncture?”
He Liang’s excuse sounded plausible at first.
But after a moment’s thought, Bai Ze immediately realized something was off.
“That’s not right, Guard Captain He. While His Majesty is indeed preparing to deploy to the grasslands, we’re still only in the reconnaissance and preparation phase.”
“Besides, we’ve just passed winter, and many of our cities’ granaries are still empty.”
“Without enough grain and fodder, how can we deploy troops to the grasslands?”
“And it’ll take at least 2 or 3 months to accumulate enough provisions…”
Bai Ze’s meaning was clear.
His current request for a month’s leave to marry Yuan’er didn’t conflict with the campaign against the grasslands, which was still 2 or 3 months away.
His mind was surprisingly sharp at that moment.
Hearing this, He Liang couldn’t help but mutter softly.
“If only your mind had been this sharp when you made that huge mistake just now.”
“Huh? Guard Captain He, did you say something?”
“No, no!”
He Liang waved his hands repeatedly.
“More importantly, General Bai Ze, didn’t you see that girl blocking your path just now?”
“Huh?”
Bai Ze looked utterly bewildered.
“Did she?”
As he spoke, Bai Ze instinctively glanced at Shuang’er, whose entire face was still puffed up with indignation.
He had been so eager to claim credit from Luo Ji and get his month-long leave approved, his mind entirely focused on marrying Yuan’er.
He paid no attention to anything else.
Moreover, being a top-tier military general himself, he probably didn’t even notice Shuang’er’s attempt to block him, and his body simply instinctively brushed her aside.
He truly had no idea that Miss Shuang’er had tried to stop him.
However, Bai Ze wasn’t stupid.
Although he tended to be a bit foolish when it came to matters involving Yuan’er, now that his head had cleared, a moment’s thought made him quickly realize that he had probably ruined His Majesty’s good intentions…
Realizing this, Bai Ze slapped his forehead hard, his face showing clear annoyance.
Seeing Bai Ze’s expression, He Liang and Zhou Cang, who knew he had caught on, once again cast sympathetic glances his way.
Why couldn’t you have asked for anything else at that moment? But no, you had to ask for a month’s leave to get married.
There was no way His Majesty, whose own romantic moment had just been disrupted, would agree.
Meanwhile, near the city gate…
“General, please hold!”
Luo Yong, hearing the voice, paused his steps.
There were two generals accompanying the army on this campaign: Bai Ze and himself.
Since Bai Ze wasn’t here, the other person must be calling for him.
Turning around, he saw a pale-faced general, clearly injured, jogging up to him.
“You are?”
“Oh, I am Ye Feixing.”
As he spoke, Ye Feixing cupped his fists at Luo Yong.
Since the other party was polite, Luo Yong naturally returned the gesture.
“I am Luo Yong. May I ask, General Ye, why you’ve called out to me?”
Ye Feixing was quite straightforward in his reply.
“It’s like this, I wanted to inquire about someone from General Luo.”
This didn’t seem like a difficult request.
Although Luo Yong was curious why a general from another civilization would ask him about someone, they were, after all, wartime allies.
He had to help with such a small favor.
“What is the name of the person General Ye wishes to inquire about?”
Ye Feixing’s face lit up with joy, and he quickly said.
“His name is Liu Zheng. He should also be a general. I wonder if he accompanied the army this time?”
Luo Yong’s expression visibly stiffened at this.
He never expected that the person this man was asking about would be Liu Zheng.
Ye Feixing, having spoken, clearly noticed the change in Luo Yong’s expression.
A sense of unease immediately rose within him.
He then cautiously asked.
“Perhaps, did I ask an impolite question?”
“No.”
Luo Yong shook his head.
“Before I answer your question, General Ye, could you first tell me what your relationship with Liu Zheng is? Or how do you know him?”
Ye Feixing had nothing to hide regarding this, and he spoke frankly.
“It’s shameful to admit, but General Liu Zheng once led troops to assist us, but I was young and inexperienced then, causing General Liu Zheng a lot of trouble. I never had the chance to meet him again afterward. This time, I wanted to formally thank General Liu Zheng.”
“I see.”
Luo Yong’s heart grew heavy upon hearing this.
For a moment, he didn’t know how to speak.
Looking at the silent Luo Yong, Ye Feixing, standing there, suddenly felt a foreboding sense.
When he spoke again, his voice was noticeably strained.
“General Luo, could it be that General Liu Zheng…?”
“Liu Zheng is dead.”
As he spoke these words, a hint of grief appeared on Luo Yong’s face.
He, Zhao Pan, and Liu Zheng were Luo Ji’s first three generals.
Their bond was naturally deep.
Liu Zheng’s death had also deeply grieved him at the time.
He even got completely drunk on the day of the funeral.
Ye Feixing’s face also showed a hint of sadness upon hearing this.
“Could you tell me the specific circumstances at the time?”
“I wasn’t on site, so I’m not particularly clear about the exact situation,” Luo Yong said, pausing.
“I only know that the enemy launched a night raid on our city, and Liu Zheng stayed behind in the city to cover others’ retreat…”
At this point, there was no need to say more.
Ye Feixing nodded, then let out a heavy sigh.
“What a pity.”
