"Right, we also need to organize a team of civilians and military doctors, prepare supplies and emergency battlefield aid... Wei Xin, send someone to buy a batch of unused gauze and cotton thread immediately, and make sure to boil them in hot water!"
"Yes, Second Master."
"The military doctors will be stationed behind the northern hillside, and the wounded should be taken along this road. If your Ming Sect doesn’t have enough doctors, hurry and ask for more from the major medical halls. They don’t have to be highly skilled, as long as they can clean and bandage wounds. And stock up on golden sore medicine; we need to ensure that all the wounded coming off the battlefield can survive!"
"Yes, Second Master!"
"How are we doing with the supplies?"
"Rest assured, Second Master, I have prepared enough for five thousand men to last a full ten days!"
"That’s good to hear. Big brother, do you have anything to add?"
Yang Ge picked up some leftover melon seeds from the map, cracking them while giving the floor to Yang Tiansheng, who was intently studying it.
Yang Tiansheng was still mentally outlining the troop formation Yang Ge had described and shook his head upon hearing the question, "I don’t really have anything to add..."
Yang Ge passed him a handful of melon seeds: "Then, first thing tomorrow morning, you take a group over to start building fortifications and setting traps. Get all those rolling logs, wooden stakes, and molten metal traps set up for the little devils – let’s not waste this prime feng shui spot we’ve picked out for them!"
Yang Tiansheng nodded and then asked, "What about you?"
Yang Ge, cracking melon seeds, said nonchalantly, "I’ll stay one more day. The day after tomorrow, I will take my men to the Jiangzhe Commandery to see if I can get a batch of Red Cannons."
Yang Tiansheng was taken aback and asked incredulously, "That thing... can you really secure it?"
Yang Ge chuckled, "Under normal circumstances, definitely not..."
Yang Tiansheng: "And under abnormal circumstances?"
Yang Ge: "I’ll put a knife to their throats. Whoever doesn’t give me what I want, I’ll chop. A few chops should do the trick."
Yang Tiansheng: ...
Wei Xin: ...
"Don’t bank on ’should’. With your unorthodox methods, you’re sure to secure them!"
Yang Tiansheng said with a mix of laughter and exasperation, "But after pulling off that stunt, what will you do? How will you face those colleagues and brothers in the future?"
"We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it..."
Yang Ge laughed, "Everybody is risking their lives out there; it wouldn’t be right for me alone to think about self-preservation. Besides, the Emperor has given me the title of ’Deputy Thousand Households of the Northern Town Prefectural Commissioner’s Office of the Imperial Bodyguards’, a title that expires if I don’t use it."
"No problem."
Yang Tiansheng chuckled, clapping him on the shoulder, "If it comes to that, just come and join our Ming Sect. I’ll set you up with a temple, and you’ll be as startling as thunder out of a clear sky!"
Yang Ge rolled his eyes, "The Emperor doesn’t dare use me, would your Ming Sect dare?"
Yang Tiansheng was about to make grand guarantees when Wei Xin gently tugged at his sleeve and whispered, "Sect Leader, our Ming Sect really wouldn’t dare..."
Yang Tiansheng: ...
Yang Ge couldn’t help but burst into laughter, "Hahaha..."
"If you keep running your mouth off, I swear I’ll poison you into silence!"
Yang Tiansheng turned around furiously and scolded Wei Xin, then turned back to Yang Ge and said, "I can’t manage what others think, but if I say I’ve got your back, then I’ve got your back. We, the Yang Family, may lack everything, but we don’t lack money or houses!"
"When the time comes, I certainly won’t be courteous with you... Alright, it’s getting late!"
Yang Ge picked up the Cold Moon Blade lying next to him and gestured, "Everyone should rest early. You’ll need to set off first thing in the morning."
The crowd dispersed, and Yang Ge, carrying the Cold Moon Blade, walked towards his quarters, going over all his arrangements again in his head.
As he walked down a dimly lit corridor, the Cold Moon Blade suddenly unsheathed, sending a dazzling flash of light into the sky.
"Bang."
The eaves of the corridor exploded, revealing a graceful figure in a pale blue scholar’s robe and a lilac-colored cloak, with a tall and elegant figure, gracefully falling into the corridor amidst a shower of debris without her hairstyle being disturbed.
Yang Ge regarded the mature-looking woman with a cold gaze, "I sensed you spying around this afternoon; I ignored you to save your face, but why can’t you take a hint?"
The woman, unfazed by Yang Ge’s icy glare, looked him up and down with interest and smiled, "It’s true, seeing is believing. ’Yang Erlang’ of the Yang Family, you live up to your reputation!"
Her voice was cheerful yet ethereal.
But to Yang Ge, it sounded like fingernails on a chalkboard: "Big sister, could you please stop talking in that falsetto?"
"Big, big sister?"
The woman was stunned, unbelievingly pointing to her own beautiful face, "You’re calling me big sister?"
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"What else?"
Yang Ge snorted derisively: "With all the wrinkles on your face, you must not skimp on makeup to hide them, right? In a few years, you’ll be ’Auntie’, and yet you’re still pretending to be young!"
Though the woman dressed young and maintained a youthful demeanor, Yang Ge wasn’t fooled.
As a middle-aged man who had seen through the deceit of facial filters and the trickery of the beauty industry, he could tell from the scent of her perfume that she was trying to hide her age – she must be at least as old as he was!
"You little brat, I’ll tear that mouth of yours apart!"
Enraged like a lioness, the woman reached behind her waist and drew out a Golden Whip, lashing it towards Yang Ge.
Yang Ge dodged to the side, and the Golden Whip struck the center of the corridor, breaking several columns as thick as a grown man’s thigh. Half of the corridor’s roof crumbled, trapping them both inside.