Capítulo 1897: Chapter 1244: Preparing for Battle

“Have you ever thought about leaving Myanmar and living a different life?”

An iron and fire interwoven military camp.

The owner of the Peace Hotel, who came as ordered, asked casually.

The atmosphere in the camp was perfectly normal, the soldiers were training hard, full of fervor, without even a hint of tension or oppression like a storm brewing on the horizon.

This fully illustrated how excellently the commissar was doing his job.

Though there shouldn’t be such a position here.

“Don’t worry, we’re just having a private chat; Mr. Jiang absolutely didn’t send me to test you.”

Du Enqin added, not knowing whether it was to set one’s mind at ease or to raise one’s guard.

“Wei Hong left once but came back in the end.”

Beside him, Wei Yi, who no longer depended on others and chose to pursue power and status, calmly and simply said, “People like us don’t have the chance to start over.”

“Wei Hong’s situation is different; she couldn’t bring herself to leave,” Du Enqin disagreed. It’s hard to imagine the two executioners talking so casually about someone they cruelly murdered.

“But what you said makes sense. We’re not much different from Wei Hong. After we die, we’ll all go to the eighteenth level of hell. She should be waiting for us there.”

Wei Yi didn’t respond.

This time, Du Enqin came from Karuzi to hand over duties, allowing Wei Yi to devote himself fully to his primary business. But as old acquaintances, since they met, it was only proper to chat a bit.

After all, no one knows when they’ll meet again… or if they’ll ever have the chance.

“How many people have you gathered now?”

She teased him.

Like a stone sinking into the sea.

Du Enqin laughed, “That’s not a military secret, right? Now we’re all colleagues.”

Wei Yi still remained tight-lipped, unwilling to be open, or perhaps just simply taciturn.

Du Enqin didn’t push him, suddenly becoming interested and asked meaningfully, “There are many reasons for the people here to fight desperately: for money, for power, for women… What about you? What are you fighting for?”

“And what about you?”

Wei Yi calmly countered.

The eloquent owner was suddenly at a loss for words, only able to smile and evade, “I asked first.”

“One, one, one two one…”

Some soldiers ran by in unison.

“To survive.”

Wei Yi provided the answer.

Very simple, and quite plain.

Du Enqin chuckled in silence.

Indeed.

There’s not so much ostentation.

It’s just that simple and pure.

This is not a civilized world where you can get a meal with just a pair of hands and feet. Surviving is already quite an accomplishment.

“Then you better work hard. Jin Zhu is making every effort to gather all available forces. Before long, he’ll come to take revenge on you. Time is tight, you need to hurry.”

She restrained her smile and reminded seriously.

“As long as you can get through this hurdle, you’ll achieve your goal. From then on, the sky is the limit, and no one will be able to easily threaten your survival.”

Risks often equate to opportunities.

And the two are proportionally related.

The greater the risk, the greater the opportunity.

The conflict between Jin and Wei Yi has developed into a struggle over the legitimacy of the Allied Army. Whoever achieves the final victory will become the new Allied Army.

“How many people has Jin Zhu gathered on his side?”

Wei Yi couldn’t hold back, could he?

Du Enqin’s lips curled into a smile, “Aren’t you good at pretending to be deep? Why stop pretending now?”

Despite the teasing, she offered a friendly tip: “Batulu’s defection in battle hit him hard and served as a wake-up call. To ensure victory, Jin Zhu is sending people everywhere, even dispatching Mu Lun personally. He’s not even concerned about saving face, and has humbly appealed to the Wei Family. It should be a case of mutual agreement and a shared enemy.”

“Speaking of which, you should feel honored, like the eighteen warlords attacking Dong Zhuo.”

Faced with the schadenfreude in her tone, Wei Yi remained calm and unruffled.

“A mob.”

No matter whether it’s boasting.

Just ask if you’re confident.

And a confident man always has a special charm, so much so that Du Enqin took another look at him.

“Could it be that you have a hidden force within Jin Zhu’s ranks?”

She asked tentatively.

“Why not divulge a bit? I promise I won’t leak it.”

Du Enqin was just joking, typically expecting no response, but to her surprise, her counterpart unexpectedly spoke.

“Fighting a war isn’t only about the number of troops; it also involves the capabilities and experience of the command team, as well as the individual quality of the soldiers.”

Perfect.

Flawless.

Except…

Isn’t it a bit too textbook-like? So proper that Du Enqin couldn’t help but laugh.

“Do you really have tactics for warfare?”

It seems she still harbors a slight doubt about Wei Yi’s capabilities.

“What are they practicing?”

Du Enqin had long noticed the group of soldiers drilling not far away.

They weren’t practicing marksmanship; they seemed to be… practicing martial arts?

As for which style or school, her limited knowledge couldn’t tell.

“The handover is complete; you can go back now.”

Wei Yi didn’t answer, issuing an order to leave.

“Why the hurry? Afraid I’ll free-ride a meal?” Du Enqin looked displeased, “Don’t forget your rice is supplied by me.”

“If you don’t want to leave, you can stay; one more soldier is one more chance of victory.”

Du Enqin looked at him stupefied, then smiled wryly and simply said, “Goodbye.”

Wei Yi certainly wouldn’t let her roam freely around the camp. What if she stumbled upon some secret? Accompanying her out of the camp like a supervisor.

The car was already waiting at the camp gate.

Du Enqin stopped, turned her head, and left a farewell remark.

“Hope next time we meet, you’re still alive. Good luck.”