Reborn as a Cube Man in the Late Ming Dynasty

Liu Erdang and Shou Su exchanged a glance.

There were high-ranking Later Jin generals and an elite troop of guards. Even the loyalist troops who came to gather intelligence almost perished inside.

They've probably caught a big fish!

Dang Shousu remained expressionless, but chewed his sugar faster. He tentatively asked, "Which direction did you come from?"

The general didn't hide anything at all.

"It's right over there."

He raised his hand and pointed northwest, as if he wanted to continue speaking.

But a guard tugged at his sleeve and whispered, "Sir."

The captain frowned: "What's wrong?"

The guard didn't speak, but simply tilted his chin up and glanced around.

Many soldiers lay sprawled on the ground, most clutching their wounds and groaning, but a few were lifeless.

These people were all brothers who fought alongside them all the way.

If this information were to be revealed, it would be tantamount to handing over the intelligence that they had risked their lives to uncover to this group of people.

They followed the clues, and if they really stumbled upon that elite Later Jin force, the credit would naturally not go to them.

But these people in front of them were the ones who saved their lives. If it weren't for them, probably none of them would have made it back alive.

The captain's expression changed several times.

The dead brothers can never come back, but those who are alive must continue to live.

After returning home, he had no merits to show for it, and no means of receiving compensation or pay. How could he, as a battalion commander, face his men who had fought to the death to break through the encirclement?

The life-saving grace was right before his eyes, but the survival of the entire battalion weighed even more heavily on his mind.

The general gritted his teeth.

He should remember the kindness shown to him, but he couldn't just give away the future of his brothers for nothing.

He ultimately decided to only reveal a general location, keeping the exact location to himself.

But how could Dang Shousu possibly hide these thoughts from him?

Looking at the captain's expression, he already understood a few things.

Dang Shousu reached into his pocket, and a few gold coins landed in his palm. He casually weighed them in his hand and handed them over.

"Keep this for now."

The general was stunned for a moment, but after seeing the result, he immediately recognized it as gold and was about to refuse it.

"How can this be allowed!"

Dang Shousu didn't give him a chance to refuse: "Take it, so you can buy some medicine for these wounded brothers, and also provide some compensation for the families of the fallen brothers when you get back."

Feeling the heavy weight in his palm, he remained silent for a long time before saying with a guilty expression, "I'm sorry."

The weight of the gold in his palm filled him with a mix of emotions.

His intention in hiding the intelligence was ultimately to use this achievement to exchange for compensation for the dead and wounded brothers under his command.

Now, Dang Shousu's gift has just filled this gap. If we continue to hold onto the intelligence, we would be letting down the other party who saved our lives and treated us so kindly.

"Since my brother has treated me so well, I will not hide anything from him. Go northwest from here for about ten miles, and there will be a low mountain range. After crossing the first ridge, there will be an abandoned village."

"There were cavalry patrols on the perimeter and people watching the mountain pass. Our men couldn't even get close before they were discovered."

"As for who they were, we couldn't see them clearly, but judging from their guarding posture, they were definitely not ordinary people."

"If you really want to go, be extremely careful."

He told the general the location of the village and the several checkpoints he might encounter along the way, in detail.

After thanking the crowd, Dang Shousu nodded to the people behind him.

Several Nirvana soldiers untied their food bags from their horses, took out some dried rations and meat, and placed them next to the group of wounded soldiers.

"Keep these, the journey is still long," said Dang Shousu. "We can't go back hungry while we're injured."

The group packed their belongings, mounted their horses, and prepared to leave.

"etc!"

The captain pointed to the corpses of the Later Jin cavalrymen on the ground: "Aren't you going to cut off the ears of these Jurchens?"

Dang Shousu shook his head: "No."

The captain asked, puzzled, "That's military merit."

"Military merits?"

Dang Shousu chuckled and touched the flintlock musket at his waist.

"What do we need that thing for? We just want the lives of the Jurchens."

How much hatred must they have felt for the Jurchens!

As the captain looked at them, his mind filled with all sorts of images: villages being burned down, families being killed, and the hard-earned grain being looted.

His expression turned solemn, and he clasped his hands in a respectful gesture, saying, "Take care, everyone. We will not take credit for what happened today. We will report back to you truthfully."

Dang Shousu said, "Whatever you say."

He tilted his horse's head slightly in the direction the general was pointing, and lightly squeezed the horse's belly with his legs, with the rest of the men following closely behind.

The group gradually disappeared into the wilderness.

He held a few grains of gold in his palm.

The guard asked in a low voice, "Sir, are they going to find that group of Jurchens?"

The general nodded with a complicated expression: "It should be."

"Cut off the ears of the Jurchens on the ground and take them back. Report today's events and the merits of these people truthfully."

The guard asked blankly, "Report everything?"

"all."

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