Leading the soldiers, marching to fight, for Lin Feng, there is a feeling of finding his place in the world, and his blood seems to be boiling and stirring.

This is a call from the soul.

Since birth, there are only a few times Lin Feng was able to lead the army to march and fight. Last time was against a group of Hulnora.

But that time was very boring, involving only a party of castaways, and the pressure was not enough for Lin Feng.

However, this time it is different. It seems that this action is considered to be impossible by everybody, except himself. And the time of action seems to be only in one night.

During this time, he can command these soldiers to the fullest and experience the feeling of rushing blood.

"And that is the current state of affairs!"

When retainer He and the other scouts finished handing over their report, the one legged Li Cha rushed forward. In the eyes of the surprised retainers, he rushed to the position of the soldiers.

"This old thing, he actually dares to take the lead!"

"Not putting us in his eyes!"

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The other retainers are all angry.

Lin Feng heard the angry voice of the other retainers in his ear, but he just smiled and didn't care about them. With these retainers accompanying him on the battlefield, some plans Lin Feng has thought of are also possible. With the help of these retainers, he will surely beat the Stans here, even with more than ten to one odds.

Slowing down the pace, Li Cha trudged on with his special gait and went to the front of the 150 soldier army.

This is his special gait for moving due to his injuries. Among the retainers, only he with his more than ten years of experience know how to use this method on how to keep moving and fighting even though his body is racked with fatigue and injuries.

He took a look at these people, these veterans of the battlefield, and their worn-out armor is enough to illustrate the problem. Those who contribute their life to the empire's frontier are eligible for his respect.

Everyone in the 150 man army saw Li Cha's movements, and they all changed their faces. This mission, originally they thought it to be a suicide mission lead by a fool, but they did not expect to see such a person.

With an urgent gait even though suffering from lameness, Li Cha won the respect of these soldiers.

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"My name is Lt. Li Cha Shar and I'm putting together a special team, and I need me three ten soldiers. Three ten of the bravest soldiers. Now, y'all might've heard rumors about the invasion happening soon. Well, we've left a little earlier. We're gonna be stuck into this hellhole of a place, dressed with this shitty armor. And once we're in Stan territory, as a bushwhackin' guerrilla army, we're gonna be doin' one thing and one thing only... killin' Stans. Now, I don't know about y'all, but I sure as hell didn't come down from the goddamn Taijan, cross five thousand miles of Jiangxin, fought my way through half of the Empire and jump out of a fuckin' cliff to teach them Stans some lessons in humanity. Stans ain't got no humanity. They're the foot soldiers of a Han-hatin', mass murderin' maniacs and they need to be dee-stroyed. That's why any and every son of a bitch we find looking like a Stan, they're gonna die. Now, I'm the direct descendant of a mountain man. That means I got a little Betib in me. And our battle plan will be that of a Gurkha resistance. We will be cruel to the Stans, and through our cruelty they will know who we are. And they will find the evidence of our cruelty in the disemboweled, dismembered, and disfigured bodies of their brothers we leave behind us. And the Stan won't not be able to help themselves but to imagine the cruelty their brothers endured at our hands, and our boot heels, and the edge of our knives. And the Stan will be sickened by us, and the Stan will talk about us, and the Stan will fear us. And when the Stan closes their eyes at night and they're tortured by their subconscious for the evil they have done, it will be with thoughts of us they are tortured with. Sound good?"

Li Cha finished his speech. His voice was high and his eyes were sharp. Even in the face of 150 battlefield veterans, there was no trace of self doubt.

"I am willing to follow adults!"

After a brief silence, a team of 30 men went out of the queue, their eyes looking bright and spirited.

"That's what I like to hear. But I got a word of warning for all you would-be warriors. When you join my command, you take on debit. A debit you owe me personally. Each and every man under my command owes me one hundred Stan scalps. And I want my scalps. And all y'all will git me one hundred Stan scalps, taken from the heads of one hundred dead Stans. Or you will die tryin'."

Li Cha waved his hand and immediately went to the hill on the other side. Behind him, thirty of the best soldiers followed him closely. There was no clutter in their pace and queue, and they were the neatest and tidiest of the bunch.

Lin Feng turned his head and glanced at Li Cha. He nodded secretly. As far as military literacy is concerned, among the surrounding retainers, Li Cha's are undoubtedly the most solid.

This also adds to his confidence in this action.

"Why is this old man so energetic?"

Retainer Lei looked at the back of Li Cha's departure and frowned slightly.

After Li Cha, Ouyang Ke followed next with his prideful demeanor. He also got another 30 soldiers who could be arbitrarily commanded by himself, though he is co leadered by Lei. But after all, they were of the same age. They had only seen some of the world, and they didn’t like each other one bit.

The Imperial academy is the Imperial academy. The civilians are civilians. Ouyang Ke can't help but despise Lei with humble origins, while Lei looks down on Ouyang Ke for being not well rounded enough, which Lin Feng always labels as the most important foundation. "One must not simply be good in one thing."

Lin Feng can't help but interject once he saw everybody seemed to be taking their sweet time in choosing among the soldiers.

"Forget it. The task is important, everyone, hurry up in picking."

Li Cha's group. Ouyang Ke's group. Wei Lian's group. Major Hao's group. Lin Feng's group. Everyone separated 150 soldiers into five teams of more than thirty men. The night is young, for the moon is high, but it does not care from whence the blood came from, as long as it flows.