Unrivaled Miracle Doctor: The God-Defying Demonic Consort-Chapter 155: Fat - —Lord Wildly Slaps Faces, Begs for First Subscription (27)

Silence was her only response.

She gazed at the military camp, a slight smile on her lips. Her agreement with Mu Xiong was for today. Perhaps, everyone in the camp thought the real confrontation would happen after dawn. However, after midnight, it was a new day. Who said she couldn’t act at the time after midnight, during the hour of the Tiger, when people are most vulnerable to fatigue?

Five hundred against more than nine thousand, she was not foolish enough to face them head-on.

"Remember what I’ve taught you, and do not disappoint this Lord! Go." Mu Qingge’s seductive red lips curled up in the darkness.

As soon as she finished speaking, five hundred shadows rushed down the mountain, aiming for the Mu Family Army’s camp.

Dark figures blended into the night, heading towards the Mu Family Army’s camp like dark elves...

At the foot of the mountain, the Mu Family Army’s camp.

Inside the main tent, the candlelight was bright.

Several lieutenants sat around a round table with a plate of peanuts and some braised meat. Drinking alcohol was not allowed in the camp, and they wouldn’t defy the rule, so they substituted with tea.

Looking at their fully armed bodies yet relaxed expressions, it seemed somewhat contradictory.

One of the lieutenants stood up, pouring tea for the more senior lieutenants before sitting down again with a smile, "I really don’t know what the old general was thinking, actually agreeing to accompany the young Lord in this nonsense. Not to mention, the five hundred troops under the young Lord are not elite forces in the camp. Even if these five hundred were top experts in the army, wanting to infiltrate the camp with such a small force and capture the command flag is simply wishful thinking."

As soon as he spoke, someone immediately nodded in agreement, "Indeed. We’ve been leading troops in battle all our lives. We’ve experienced winning against larger forces, but trying to win with such a huge disparity in numbers is nothing but a pipe dream."

Another deputy general chuckled and straightforwardly said, "If the young Lord can win this way, the old general wouldn’t even need to punish me; I wouldn’t deserve to continue leading troops."

"The old general is also indulging in the young Lord’s whims. If these five hundred men were trained by General Xiong as previously suggested, there might be some hope. But instead, the young Lord took them away and made such an absurd competition. Huh." The deputy general who spoke seemed very dissatisfied. It seemed that if not for Mu Xiong’s face, his words would have been even less flattering.

In fact, how could these men not feel the same way in their hearts?

Mu Qingge, train troops? And use five hundred against their nearly ten thousand-strong army?

What a joke?!

In their hearts, they were both disdainful and dissatisfied. Only because of Mu Xiong did they hold their tongues. At this moment, they all eagerly anticipated the end of the competition, looking forward to seeing Mu Qingge’s defeat.

By then, they could straightforwardly tell the old general to take the young Lord back. This military camp is no place for a pampered aristocratic boy, he should find somewhere more comfortable, and this nonsense has gone on long enough.

Their exchanged glances all treated this competition, which was not even on the same level, as a childish farce.

Only because their general, Mu Xiong, was too fond of his grandson did these battlefield commanders have to indulge in childish play.

They clinked their tea instead of wine and drank it all in one go.

Suddenly, they noticed that Deputy General Xiong, seated at the head position, had remained silent, his expression heavy.

One man, putting down his teacup, curiously asked, "General Xiong, what’s wrong with you?"

Xiong, upon hearing the question, slowly raised his eyes but did not speak.

The others exchanged a glance, and the initial questioner continued, "General Xiong, could it be that you’re worried our brothers will suffer at the hands of the young Lord? If that’s the case, then you’re underestimating us too much."