A sickly fellow ridiculed by the entire army? I'll be the most beautiful woman in the barracks!

Ten wooden crates were placed heavily in front of A Liang, raising a cloud of dust.

With a round face and a slightly raised chin, his nostrils pointing upwards, and his eyelids drooping, he looked at A Liang in front of him.

"Your things are all here, take them and get out of here!"

Ah Liang frowned upon hearing this. Although he had never received military equipment, the quota of nine hundred people was definitely more than that.

He bent down and opened several wooden crates to take a look. There were four crates of long swords, four crates of leather armor, and two crates of military uniforms.

After careful counting, one box contained fifty long knives, and four boxes contained only two hundred long knives. The other party had not provided them with the full amount of nine hundred.

He looked up at the round-faced treasurer and spoke respectfully.

"Sir, is there a mistake in the number? We need a quota of nine hundred people."

The round-faced palm-holder looked impatient.

"Our Treasury Minister said he has never heard of you being allowed to receive the maximum allowable amount!"

"Since you've added two hundred men, here's enough weaponry for two hundred men. Take it and get out of here!"

After saying that, he turned to leave, and Ah Liang felt anxious when he saw this.

This time, they were to collect the necessary supplies from the granary, the treasury, and the armory, respectively. To speed things up, they split up.

Liu Erlong went to the granary and the silver treasury, while A Liang was responsible for going to the armory. By this time, more than half an hour had passed, but he had only obtained weapons for two hundred men. He had no way to explain this when he returned.

A Liang was anxious. Seeing that the round-faced storekeeper was about to leave, he hurriedly stepped forward and grabbed him, his voice pleading.

"My lord, the general really did promise us. If you don't believe me, send someone to ask. You only gave me weapons for two hundred men; I won't be able to report back!"

Ah Liang had just returned to the Great Xia territory from the lost lands in the north. Having been bullied by the Tartars in the north, he had become accustomed to being humble and submissive upon his return.

Just as the round-faced shopkeeper was about to leave, Ah Liang grabbed him. He frowned, turned to look at Ah Liang, whose clothes were covered in patches, and a flash of disgust crossed his eyes.

He turned around and kicked hard, directly hitting Ah Liang in the lower abdomen. Ah Liang never expected the other party to make a move and was kicked to the ground.

The round-faced warehouse manager lived a comfortable life; his position was quite lucrative, which led him to become overweight.

The kick was so powerful that Ah Liang's frail body couldn't withstand it. He fell to the ground, clutching his stomach, his face pale and covered in cold sweat.

Upon seeing this, the other soldiers from the Wangbei Camp who were following behind him quickly stepped forward to help A Liang up.

Li Mazi stood in front of A Liang, his temples throbbing, his face flushed red, glaring angrily at the round-faced shrug.

"Brother Liang, are you alright? They're bullying us too much! Let's fight them!"

Ignoring the pain in his stomach, Ah Liang quickly grabbed Li Mazi, "Mazi, don't be impulsive, I'm fine!"

Li Mazi turned to look at A Liang, his hands clenched tightly, his chest heaving, his voice hoarse, "But he..."

Ah Liang shook his head, wanting to persuade them again, when a loud voice rang out behind them.

"What's going on? Ah Liang, are you guys still not done after all this time?"

Upon hearing this, Ah Liang and the others turned around and saw Li Erlong leading a group of people carrying two wooden boxes, striding towards them.

Li Erlong approached the group and frowned when he saw A Liang, whose face was pale and covered in cold sweat.

"Ah Liang, what happened?"

Ah Liang shook his head. "I'm fine. I just had a little misunderstanding with the magistrate at the armory."

"No! Brother Long, that round-faced fat guy not only gave us a quota of two hundred heads, but he also kicked Brother Liang to the ground!"

Li Mazi, who was standing next to A Liang, couldn't bear to see A Liang suffer, so he spoke the truth.

Ah Liang's expression changed, and he looked at Li Mazi, "Mazi, you..."

Upon hearing this, Li Erlong felt his blood rush to his head, and his eyes widened in shock.

"Enough! Ah Liang, what are you afraid of him for! When have you ever let anyone bully the men of Wangbei Camp? Don't forget you're Lord Zhao's soldier!"

Having said that, he turned to look at the round-faced shopkeeper, his eyes reddening, and asked, "You hit my brother, didn't you?"

When the round-faced shopkeeper was looked at by Li Erlong, he felt uneasy and his eyes darted around, not daring to look at Li Erlong.

"So what if it is? Your military roster only lists two hundred men, and according to the rules, I can only give you a quota of two hundred men."

Li Erlong was too lazy to waste words with him. Seeing that he admitted it, he stepped forward and kicked the round-faced palm holder hard in the chest.

With a muffled "bang!", the round-faced man flew backward and crashed heavily to the ground, his face pale, unable to breathe for a moment after being kicked.

The round-faced palm-holder patted his chest, just catching his breath, when he felt a shadow loom over him. Looking up, he saw Li Erlong standing right in front of him.

Li Erlong grabbed the round-faced shopkeeper by the front of his shirt, lifted him up, and said in an icy voice.

"I'll give you two options. First, go and find out if we can receive the maximum allocation and then make up the difference."

"Secondly, I'll directly get your agreement to make up the difference! Don't worry, I mean what I say!"

With Zhao Daxuan backing him up, and Zhao Daxuan having the power to act first and report later, he dares to make anyone regret delaying their military plans!

The round-faced man's lips moved, but as soon as he met Li Erlong's cold gaze, he swallowed back the threatening words that were on the tip of his tongue.

Her tone softened, and she said something else entirely.

"Okay, I... I'll have someone go and find out right away."

Li Erlong snorted coldly, reached out and gently pushed forward. The round-faced man couldn't stop the force after landing and sat heavily on the ground.

The round-faced treasurer's expression changed, but he didn't retaliate. He simply stood up and silently instructed someone to find out the truth.

After receiving the order, one of the warehouse foremen hurriedly ran out, but returned a moment later.

The head of the warehouse whispered a few words in the round-faced head warehouse clerk's ear, and the round-faced head warehouse clerk's already composed face darkened even more.

He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, never expecting that the general would actually agree to allow the people of Wangbei Camp to receive the maximum amount of food, pay, and weapons, and also agreed to other outrageous conditions.

He looked at Li Erlong, who was waiting to the side, and said in a low voice, "I need to report to Lord Ku Cheng again."

After seeing Li Erlong nod, the round-faced storekeeper hurriedly left and re-entered Wang Chunhe's tent.

"Lord Treasury Assistant, the men from the Northern Camp say that the General has agreed to let them receive the maximum amount of military supplies, and that is indeed true. What do you think?"

Wang Chunhe, whose face was already flushed from drinking, frowned upon hearing this. "Have you confirmed it?"

The round-faced shopkeeper nodded, and then mentioned the other two conditions that Yue Zhenyuan had agreed to.

Wang Chunhe heard it, but he didn't take it to heart.

He waved his hand casually, "Alright, alright, let's use the remaining rotten armor and brittle iron knives to repair them, hehehe, give them as much as they want!"

The round-faced treasurer hesitated for a moment, "Sir, is it appropriate to return those?"

Wang Chunhe glared at him, slammed his hand on the table, and exclaimed, "What's wrong with that! Just do as I say!"

After saying that, he stopped looking at the round-faced treasurer and turned to look at Wang Liefeng, whose eyes were also blurry with drunkenness.

"Come on, Brother Liefeng, let's continue!"

At this moment, he seemed to see Zhao Daxuan die in battle, Wang Liefeng be reinstated, and help him promote his son to the position of Revenue Department Clerk.

The round-faced treasurer could only helplessly leave the tent with a long sigh.

He then led his men to inventory the seven hundred sets of tattered armor, brittle iron swords, and everyday military uniforms in the warehouse, before heading back to the place where the weapons were to be handed over.