His entire family perished in battle; he rose from the ashes to conquer the world.

When Feng Zhong used the argument that "there are no jokes in the army" to blackmail Mu Yuan, all the officers present looked annoyed.

Just as they were about to accuse Feng Zhong of having ulterior motives...

Mu Yuan raised his hand to stop them.

"In the army, there are no jokes. If I say the grain will arrive tonight, it will definitely arrive. If Vice Commander Feng doesn't believe me, how about we make a bet? If the grain doesn't arrive tonight, Vice Commander Feng can do whatever he wants with you. On the contrary, if the grain arrives, you have to accept any request I make. How about it?"

Upon hearing this, Feng Zhong immediately became alert, his eyes involuntarily turning to his missing left arm.

Because of Mu Yuan's excessive flattery and praise, he not only suffered a major setback but also lost his left arm. If he were to suffer another setback this time, it would be the end of his life.

For a moment, Feng Zhong hesitated to agree, and cautiously asked:

"The commander-in-chief is so confident, could it be that he has been preparing all along, intending to lure me into a trap and take my life?"

"Vice Commander Feng, I will absolutely not take your life," Mu Yuan said in front of everyone.

Upon hearing this, Feng Zhong felt relieved. As long as the stakes weren't his life, he could rest easy.

"Since the commander-in-chief is unprepared and doesn't intend to kill me, then I'll take a gamble with you."

Feng Zhong readily agreed.

Anyway, Mu Yuan personally promised that the bet wouldn't cost him his life, but he didn't agree that if Mu Yuan lost, he wouldn't take Mu Yuan's life.

In this way, if Mu Yuan loses the bet, he can take this opportunity to avenge the loss of his left arm.

Conversely, even if one loses, there is no danger to one's life.

It's practically a sure-fire way to make money.

The officers present looked at each other, their eyes filled with doubt.

Having lost his left arm, Feng Zhong harbored deep hatred for Mu Yuan. Given the unequal nature of the bet, if he lost, Mu Yuan would truly be like a fish on a chopping board, completely at Feng Zhong's mercy.

"Then I'll wait for the commander's good news."

Feng Zhong slowly got up and strode outside.

After leaving the central army camp, Feng Zhong went to the new recruits' quarters and made a point of telling them that Mu Yuan had promised to deliver the grain that night.

Last time, Mu Yuan used a new recruit to cause him to lose his left arm.

This time, Feng Zhong followed suit.

Unlike Mu Yuan's method of flattering someone to death.

Feng Zhong did this so that Mu Yuan would lose the bet and the grain would not be delivered to the military camp on time, thus inciting the new recruits to attack Mu Yuan.

At that time, Mu Yuan will not only lose the bet, but also face the wrath of thousands of new recruits.

the other side.

In the middle of the army.

The officers left one after another, each busy with their own affairs.

Only Mu Yuan and Qin Hongxiu remained.

"The food supplies ran out ahead of schedule. You knew perfectly well that it was impossible to transport the food within a day, so why did you agree to Feng Zhong's bet? He hates you to the core. If you lose, he'll want your life!"

Qin Hongxiu could not understand Mu Yuan's behavior.

She had been in the military for quite some time and was familiar with its operations, especially regarding food supplies.

According to regulations, the Western Army would deliver a batch of grain every month on time.

However, this expansion, due to the addition of too many new recruits, led to the premature depletion of food supplies.

Although people were sent out to collect grain yesterday, even if they go very fast, it will still take several days to collect enough grain.

Mu Yuan's promise that grain would be delivered to the Xifu Army's garrison tonight was nothing short of a pipe dream.

This is also why Qin Hongxiu was angry.

However, what Qin Hongxiu didn't know was that a few days earlier, Mu Yuan had instructed his third sister-in-law, Fang Yuyan, to use all the money she earned from selling smuggled salt to buy grain.

Now that several days have passed, it's time to bring the food over.

"Since I agreed to his request, it wasn't just a spur-of-the-moment decision, so you don't need to worry too much," Mu Yuan said, comforting Qin Hongxiu who was still angry.

"How can I not worry? I..."

As soon as she said this, Qin Hongxiu realized what was going on and quickly shut her mouth, not daring to say anything more.

Having spent so much time with Mu Yuan, she gradually developed an inexplicable feeling for him deep in her heart.

Every time I see Mu Yuan make some perplexing decisions, I can't help but worry.

Fortunately, Qin Hongxiu reacted quickly and shut her mouth in time, preventing herself from revealing her true thoughts in her state of concern.

"What about me?" Mu Yuan asked, frowning.

"It's nothing." Qin Hongxiu waved her hands repeatedly in denial. She became visibly nervous, and several large beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, sliding down her pretty face.

Because Mu Yuan was still thinking about the grain transport, he did not notice Qin Hongxiu's unusual behavior and did not ask any further questions.

A sense of loss suddenly welled up in Qin Hongxiu's heart.

She was actually conflicted, afraid that Mu Yuan would notice something was wrong with her, but also afraid that he wouldn't.

These intertwined emotions made Qin Hongxiu think about Mu Yuan more and more whenever she thought of him.

"Could it be that I really like...?"

The moment the thought arose, Qin Hongxiu immediately shook her head, trying to shake it out of her mind, constantly telling herself, "How could this be! How could I possibly like..."

"Is there anything else?" Mu Yuan suddenly spoke, interrupting Qin Hongxiu's reverie.

"No, I have to go now." Qin Hongxiu lowered her head and slunk away like a guilty child who had done something wrong.

At night.

On the training ground of the Xifu Military Academy.

Many of the Western Army troops gathered here.

Feng Zhong arrived early and also called over the new recruits.

"General, it's already this late, why haven't we seen any grain wagons yet?" Feng Zhong looked at Mu Yuan, his words full of urgency.

Upon hearing this, Mu Yuan smiled faintly and said:

"Why is Vice Commander Feng in such a hurry? I said I would keep my word tonight, and besides, there are still two hours until midnight!"

"Hmph, let's see how long you can keep up your stubbornness!"

Feng Zhong glanced at Mu Yuan with a cold gaze, thinking disdainfully to himself, but said aloud, "General, the brothers have been starving for two days. If the grain doesn't arrive tonight, things could get very complicated!"

Mu Yuan glanced around and saw that, apart from the Xifu Army, almost all the new recruits were looking at him with extremely indifferent eyes.

It's obvious that if the grain isn't delivered here tonight...

These new recruits will inevitably cause a riot.

Although Mu Yuan felt a little flustered by the malice in the recruits' eyes, he remained calm and composed.

If he showed the slightest sign of panic at this moment, Feng Zhong would magnify it infinitely.

Therefore, he had to remain calm.

Time slips away quietly.

It's getting closer and closer to midnight.

A commotion gradually arose from the surroundings, and some of the new recruits even began to stir.

Feng Zhong couldn't hide his extreme excitement.

If the food fails to arrive by midnight, he only needs to give an order and the new recruits will respond and launch a group attack on Mu Yuan!