Mountain Patrol Military Officer-Chapter 72 - A Donkey’s Lips Do Not Match a Horse’s Mouth (Please Follow)

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Chapter 72 -72: A Donkey’s Lips Do Not Match a Horse’s Mouth (Please Follow)

Chapter 72 -72: A Donkey’s Lips Do Not Match a Horse’s Mouth (Please Follow)

From the docks outside the city to the gates of Qingshan County.

A long, long procession of carriages, horses, and people, slowly moving.

Stretching for miles at a glance.

Qingshan County has encountered a great disaster; the entire populace has fallen into a deep sleep.

The County Government of Yunlu County, which was recently rebuilt after a disaster, issued an urgent decree overnight, sending out an official document.

Unexpectedly, it didn’t take long for numerous townsfolk to respond, coming day and night to aid Qingshan County.

As people of Yunlu County who recently survived a demon disaster that ravaged their city, they knew that now was the time their brothers and sisters in Qingshan needed help the most.

They understood that feeling.

Originally, many had fled to Qingshan County, where they were not driven away but instead welcomed with open doors and porridge.

And there was the Military Officer Captain!

He fought through the night, traversing hundreds of miles, saving many lives from the hands of demons.

This life-saving grace!

It was time to repay it.

Just then, the sounds of several fast horses.

“Giddy up, giddy up, giddy up!”

“Quick, quick, quick!”

“Fellow villagers, let’s first gather at the city gates.”

As the words fell, a group of bustling figures in blue uniforms rode their horses at full speed towards the city gates.

Leading them was a middle-aged man with tiger-like eyes and a broad nose.

A saber hung at his waist, his torso slightly bent forward, holding the reins in one hand.

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The man rushed straight through the city gates, dismounted in a leap, and instructed his subordinates to remain at the gates.

Then, he hurriedly climbed the city wall.

Atop the wall, a figure in red dress stood with her back to a sword.

“My Lord, our reinforcements have arrived.”

“What should we do next?”

The one-armed man knelt on one knee, seeking guidance from the Yunlu County Military Officer Captain.

The man was also somewhat moved; the female hero of the past was now their Mountain Patrol Military Officer.

After the last demonic disaster, she took over control of Yunlu County.

And he, the former Martial Arts Hall Master, because of that disaster, forged a good relationship, and was recruited by the Lord to serve as a headhunter in the County Government.

His former disciples from the Martial Arts Hall had also become governmental officials.

And the one in the red dress was none other than Lian Nichang.

Turning her head, her cold expression was solemn,

“All sixty thousand people of Qingshan County are now in a slumber.”

“At the moment, the situation is unclear; we do not know how long these people will sleep, so we must provide them with food and water to sustain their lives.”

“How many people have come from our county?

You need to register them.”

“Then, the Prefecture will issue wages, because if it’s just a moment of courage, a day or two is fine, but if it goes on for longer, people will become restless.”

“Next, assign personnel according to Qingshan County’s neighborhoods, markets, and lanes…”

“Remember, in such critical times, despite our people’s heartfelt intentions, we must also beware of those who take advantage of the chaos.”

“Any offenders will be punished without mercy!”

Lian Nichang’s tone became sharp, her brows raised, exuding an air of authority.

“Yes!”

Wu Shan, upon hearing this, also glared fiercely, his voice thunderous.

“In the face of great adversity, if there are any who commit crimes, I, Wu Shan, will be the first not to let them off.”

Saying this, he parted his lips, hesitating for a moment.

“My Lord, I would like to ask, what has become of the Lord of Qingshan County?

I, Wu Shan, still owe that Lord a debt of gratitude.”

Lian Nichang’s beautiful eyes flickered as she shook her head.

“I do not know.”

“I am even more concerned about my brother’s whereabouts.”

“Go now and attend to your duties!”

Sighing, Wu Tian responded with a “yes.”

And turned to descend from the wall!

Once Wu Shan disappeared atop the city wall,

A figure appeared beside Lian Nichang.

“Lord Xiao Lian, your conduct is always as fiery as a blaze.

For this, I owe you thanks.”

The figure was the bearded great man Qin Hu.

He looked down at the people who had come to help with a touch of emotion.

He knew that Lian Nichang, in the neighboring county, had sent an urgent message overnight, briefly explaining the situation in Qingshan County and requesting assistance.

Unexpected to him was that she managed to gather so many people in such a short time.

Truly beyond his expectations.

“There’s no need for formalities, Lord Qin.

This is the Qingshan County Brother is patrolling; I and the people of Yunlu County remember his kindness, so we came, and I am naturally duty-bound.”

Qin Hu, upon hearing these words, showed a trace of surprise in his brows.

The woman in front of him, as fiery as her nature, had some reputation in the Prefecture for abhorring evil, as unbending and sharp as the Sword Dao she practiced.

Listening to her words, it seemed she had a closeness and admiration for Chen Yuan.

But turning his thoughts, he dismissed them.

This was simply this woman’s style.

“It seems that Brother Chen truly is extraordinary, able to win such popular support; I, Qin Hu, did not misjudge him.”

“Ah, I just hope all will be well.”

Saying this, he sighed.

To be honest, the lives of tens of thousands of people weighed heavily on him like a stone, leaving him breathless.

Now, one can only hope for Chen Yuan, or leave it to fate.

Lian Nichang frowned slightly.

She learned the cause of the incident from Military Officer Qin and felt a heavy heart.

For a moment, both of them fell silent.

And at this time, at the foot of the city, the villagers who had come to help started to gather.

Wu Tian was down below, carrying out orders and shouting out commands.

First was the registration.

Then an explanation of the situation.

Next, the arrivals were split into different groups and led by governmental officials.

They entered the quiet Qingshan County.

The streets were completely silent.

Many of the villagers who came to support couldn’t help but feel a chill in their hearts.

Fortunately, it was broad daylight, and everyone was together, which made it less frightening.

When they got inside a house, they found it was just as described.

The people of Qingshan County looked as if they were merely asleep, with hearts still beating and pulses still throbbing.

Suddenly, in a corner of the street, there arose a cry of alarm.

“A dead person!”

A private school appeared before Huwa and two others.

Inside, there was the sound of loud reading.

Huwa, who was scared from not finding his mother in the pitch-dark surroundings, suddenly stumbled upon such a brightly lit place, familiar as the school he used to go to.

He quickly ran inside.

“Chirp chirp”

The Little squirrel’s fur bristled.

Sensing something instinctively, it chirped loudly, clutching his clothes, trying to drag him from entering.

At that moment, an elderly scholar with a beard walked out of the room where the reading was happening, and scolded:

“Huwa, only you were missing, you’re late again.”

“Come in!”

Then Huwa felt his body sway, and the environment around him started to change.

Suddenly, he found himself sitting where he usually read.

The Master stroked his beard, looking at him,

“You are late again today.”

“I will test you on what we have recently learned.”

“Otherwise, hmph.”

As he said this, he let out a cold snort and picked up the ruler, weighing it in his hand.

Huwa shook, feeling a deep fear of the Master surge inside him.

“Mutual support; what does it mean?” the Master questioned, gazing at Huwa.

Like facing a nemesis, Huwa’s body quivered as he struggled to remember the teachings.

After a while, he slapped his head,

“Master, I…

I think I remember.”

“It’s like, when two people fight by spitting at each other, you always teach us that a gentleman uses his mouth, not his hands.

Yes, that’s it!” Huwa was initially uncertain, but his confidence grew as he continued.

On the stage, the Master looked stunned upon hearing the answer, his facial skin twitching as if something was trying to burst out from beneath.

But after a moment, the Master came back to his senses, full of rage,

“Nonsense!”

He picked up the ruler.

And struck Huwa’s hand.

“Smack”

With that hit, two donkey ears suddenly popped out of Huwa’s head, and he morphed into a small donkey as his body changed.

Only, he now had a horse’s muzzle that was completely out of place.

Huwa was startled.

“Hee-haw”

“Hee-haw”

He cried out loudly.

At that moment, the Master’s twisted gaze shifted to the bristled Little squirrel.

“Since he couldn’t answer, it’s your turn!”

As soon as he spoke,

A large glob “whooshed” out from the Little squirrel’s mouth.

“Smack”

The pine cone, mixed with saliva, smashed hard into the Master’s face.

As if hitting a deflated ball.

“Chirp chirp”

The Little squirrel, riding the donkey Huwa had become, urged him to leave quickly.

“Hee-haw”

“Hee-haw”

Huwa hurriedly fled with the two Little demons.

This was not the Master at all.

As they were about to escape the private school, with the donkey’s hooves speeding away,

The surroundings quickly filled with grey and black cracks which started to crumble.

A roaring sound extremely close from behind.

Just then,

Under the pitch-black night, there fell pink petal rain like light.

Followed by a swirl that harshly engulfed that mass of black fog.

A few breaths later, the black fog shrank smaller and smaller, and the howling inside it stopped.

Only to see those pink petals twirling upward.

A pair of slender legs was the first to step out from amidst them.

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