So he only knew that half a month ago the North-South Bridge had collapsed, but he was unaware that at the same time, a murder had taken place in Biluo.
If the murder was real, could it be that Junjun Girl had unfortunately fallen into the water to evade the Third Prince, and then been washed away to Death Valley through the waterways?
And with the incident of the Third Prince’s indecency towards the talented lady becoming known to those with ulterior motives, was it used to their advantage?
The more Lame Man Uncle thought about it, the more complex it seemed, yet the more sense it made.
At this moment, he truly regretted not being able to return immediately for a clear explanation.
While he was lost in thought, Liu Baiying was still assigning tasks.
Lord of the East’s army of three hundred thousand was now withdrawing one hundred thousand to support Biluo.
It would normally take around seven days to reach Biluo from here, but they must make it in three, or else Biluo City would be lost.
Without a doubt, Biluo City was a fortress; if taken by the Ninth Prince, his troops could then continuously transport supplies via the waterways unimpeded.
Therefore, Liu Baiying had ordered that the Armory and the supplies departments set forth to Biluo first, to arrange for supplies along the way for the troops.
At that moment, Meng Yi immediately rose to take his orders. The Centurion of the supplies department who had been named also stood up with a bow, while Lame Man Uncle, having been distracted, didn’t hear until Meng Yi kicked him.
Only then did he awake from his reverie and stood up with a bow.
After the three received their orders, they promptly left the tent, and once outside, Meng Yi said, "I will send two thousand Elite Troops with you to escort the military provisions and weapons. You must be careful and conscientious to do this task well."
"This subordinate will exert complete effort to not fail the mission," promised the Centurion of the supplies department, fists clasped.
Lame Man Uncle clasped his fists as well.
He had been worried about how to get Bai Junjun and the others out, but now even the route was set, and he didn’t need to worry anymore.
Clearly, Lame Man Uncle felt no real sense of belonging, still contemplating his own calculations up to this point.
Meng Yi thought that Lame Man had never experienced such occasions; after all, he was previously just a ruddy man, a meat shield, and now he had become a Centurion. Everything was new to him, having to rely on crutches for everything, it was only natural to appear detached like he did.
All Meng Yi did was pat his shoulder and ask, "Can you withstand it?"
"Ah?" Lame Man was taken aback, then nodded, "It’s okay."
"You can’t afford to drop the ball," Meng Yi said gravely. "Provisions and weapons are of utmost importance in war; a single slip could cost us our heads."
"Rest assured, I’ve got it," Lame Man Uncle reassured, patting Meng Yi’s shoulder in return.
But indeed, Lame Man was formidable; even though he was missing half a leg, from the moment he left the main tent, he hadn’t allowed anyone to assist him, mounting his horse and riding off alone.
Watching the retreating figure of Lame Man, Meng Yi couldn’t help but feel that this man was inscrutable. The more so he appeared, the less Meng Yi understood why he had previously lingered among the ruddy men.
Could it really just be a lack of a Bole?
If that was the case, he wouldn’t mind being his Bole, as long as he could help him achieve military merits.
At that time, Lame Man Uncle had no time to consider Meng Yi’s calculations; he rode back to the Armory in great haste.
By then, the Armory had already finished counting and packing everything, ready and waiting for the command to break camp.
Even Bai Junjun and Li Wenli were prepared, and somehow they had procured five brand-new carts, with several baskets inside them all covered with lids.
Because these people were known to be close to Lame Man Uncle, no one dared to inspect what was inside the baskets.
Others might not understand, but Lame Man Uncle knew that naturally, the three baskets contained three children.
Lame Man Uncle told everyone to leave at Hai Hour, to rest and prepare in the meantime, and to set out overnight once the time came.
After giving these instructions, he walked over to Bai Junjun, having too many things he needed to verify.