Chapter 1322 - 323: Thorough Satisfaction

Chapter 1322: Chapter 323: Thorough Satisfaction

Sometimes, a person’s luck and chances really are impossible to pin down, impossible to describe, even...unspeakable.

If, when the trebuchet was hauled out inside Yangshan Village, Lord Zheng had stayed where he was, calm and unruffled, instead of running...maybe that boulder wouldn’t have come crashing down toward him.

If Jing Renli hadn’t noticed those two trebuchets that, for various reasons, were still parked in the stockade, then Chi Mingyi wouldn’t have used them to smash that little cluster of Yan scouts far off in the distance.

If the Sword Saint hadn’t been by Zheng Fan’s side, then even if Mo Wan managed to "drag" Lord Zheng off his horse a heartbeat early, odds are he’d still have had half his skull shorn off by flying shards of stone.

In short,

just a hair’s breadth off,

and Prince Jingnan’s desk would be seeing a report titled: "Yan’s Lord Pingye, Lord Zheng, killed in action."

It’s not that Lord Zheng has never wondered why his luck on the battlefield is this rotten.

Back in Shengle City, Yao Zizhan once drank through the night with Lord Zheng, and using that so‑called "can’t be shown in public" aura‑reading method of his, said Lord Zheng was wreathed in killing intent, which might be bad for his fortune.

Back then, Lord Zheng had thought Yao Zizhan was just cracking a joke at his expense.

Thinking about it now,

isn’t that exactly how it is?

He’s got a Zombie at his side, a vampire at his side, the blind man is someone who literally came back from the dead, and in his chest sits a ninth‑life grievance infant—this lineup is as luxurious as they come.

Stick all that on an ordinary person, they’d have keeled over dead a thousand times already.

But there’s no help for it, because without them, Lord Zheng figures he himself would’ve keeled over dead a thousand times already.

Poisoned wine in front of you:

if you don’t drink you die of thirst, if you drink you get poisoned—may as well drink it; you’re dead either way, at least wet your throat before you go.

In the end, after Lord Zheng scraped by with his life and got back out of Chu territory, he didn’t first return to his own camp, but went straight to the King’s Tent—to where Prince Jingnan was.

This time, he was unusually stopped at the door by the Prince’s personal guards.

"Lord, His Highness is meeting with the Transport Envoy from the rear."

Under Yan’s system, the office of Transport Envoy usually handles the transport of tax revenue and grain; in wartime, it plugs directly into the military structure and takes on the task of moving grain, fodder, weapons, and such to the front.

"Which Transport Envoy?" Lord Zheng asked.

There are quite a few Transport Envoys—every region has one.

"Lord, you jest. What other Transport Envoy could enter His Highness’s great tent? Of course it’s the Transport Envoy of Ying Capital City."

The Transport Envoy of Ying Capital City is the chief Transport Envoy supplying grain, fodder, and arms from the rear for this campaign; not because his official rank is particularly high, but because Ying Capital City itself is the largest transfer hub supporting the front.

However, when Lord Zheng heard this, what he thought was: Sun Liang’s here?

Sun Liang is naturally Sun Youdao’s second son.

"I don’t care what difficulties you claim to have. What I want to see is every shipment of grain and arms delivered on the exact promised day. If there’s any delay, if there’s any shortfall, if anything goes wrong, I’ll have your head first.

Not just yours—if your father, if Prince Cheng himself were standing in front of me, these would still be my exact words.

Under my military orders, any man who dares disobey—kill without mercy!"

"Yes, Your Highness, this humble servant understands, this humble servant understands."

You could tell Sun Liang was scared half to death inside there by Prince Jingnan’s presence.

Lord Zheng knew Old Tian was extremely serious about military supplies and logistical support when he went to war.

Three years ago during the great war of the three kingdoms, Fatty Hui shouldered the burden, worked himself so hard he lost a whole chunk of weight—but Hui Wenzu truly was capable; he forced himself to carry it through.

Later, when Prince Jingnan led a far expedition to the snowy plains, Shengle City took charge of logistics. With the blind man and Siniang’s arrangements, the supply line also ran without major slipups.

In the battle of Wang River, Ying Capital City handled grain and arms supply; the command tent then was set up just outside the city. Anyone who slacked off and caused delays had their main officer executed on the spot; anyone who abandoned his office had his house raided and his whole clan exterminated immediately.

Originally, because of the war, the Situ Family’s already damaged bureaucratic system in Ying Capital City was all but broken—but after feeding that machine with those heads and that blood as lubricant, it started running with high efficiency at once. It’s just that the price of such efficiency...was a bit hard on human necks.

Later, the reason Sun Youdao was able to shove his own son into the position of Transport Envoy of Ying Capital City was precisely because the last few guys had had several layers of skulls chopped off.

"Summon the central army’s quartermaster."

Sun Liang stepped out of the command tent.

The personal guard turned to Lord Zheng and asked: "Lord, will you go in now or...?"

"Let His Highness finish with the quartermaster first. I’m not in a hurry, not in a hurry."

Just then, Sun Liang also spotted Lord Zheng.

With his eyes still swimming with tears, the moment he saw Lord Zheng he looked as if he’d found a close kin; he immediately grabbed Lord Zheng’s wrists with both hands.

To be honest,

the Sun brothers also had a rotten impression of Lord Zheng; especially that day in Ying Capital City when Lord Zheng directly led troops into the Sun compound for a house‑raiding—he’d scared Sun Liang witless.

But what can you say—now the Sun Family and Lord Zheng are, after all, in the same boat. During the last round of sending money and supplies, Sun Liang personally supervised the operation under his father’s orders. You couldn’t say they didn’t send enough; they really did drain others to fatten Snow Sea Pass.

And having just been hammered by Prince Jingnan’s aura,

Lord Zheng,

suddenly felt especially close and friendly.

Truth is, the kid’s had it rough. Lord Zheng knew Sun Liang could get things done, but his temperament was just a bit soft. Still, there’s no helping it: his older brother’s a cripple, currently confined at home and not allowed out; Sun Youdao is getting old; they can only rely on him to keep up appearances.

"Has something gone wrong with the grain transport?" Lord Zheng asked.

Strictly speaking, it shouldn’t have.

The war hasn’t even really started yet; both sides have barely finished their warm‑ups. If the rear’s grain and supplies transport is already going wrong at this stage, what the hell kind of war are we supposed to fight?