Azure Heaven Saber
Chapter 1132 - 1132 45 Meng Shuais Military Record Part 1

Chapter 1132: Chapter 45 Meng Shuai’s Military Record Part 1 [2-in-1]_4 Chapter 1132: Chapter 45 Meng Shuai’s Military Record Part 1 [2-in-1]_4 Consciousness drifted away…

This time, I must not die a gruesome death again.

Meng Fang had already reached the front lines at this time, where he was assigned under the command of General Fei Xinyu, becoming a supply soldier with the lowest rank.

Weapons were issued uniformly.

Meng Fang received a long spear.

He was practically inseparable from his spear, even when eating or sleeping. Whenever he had time, he practiced.

He had to make it back alive.

Rou Er is waiting for me!

What can I rely on to stay alive?

It’s not luck but the spear in my hand!

Supply soldiers belonged to the third-class ice category and were even less important than reserve troops because such units rarely fought.

Many veterans were lax and indolent, just muddling through each day.

Among the whole unit, only Meng Fang practiced every day as if his life depended on it.

Many of the old soldiers pointed and commented: “The kid’s gone mad!”

“Assigned to transport food and still wants to stand out?”

“He’s sick in the head.”

Meng Fang paid no attention to everyone’s pointing and comments; he was always a loner by nature.

The only person he cared about in his life was his wife, Yu Rou.

As for everything else, glory, shame, victory, defeat—he didn’t care. He cared even less for the lives of others.

His own life, he cared about a little more.

What he cared about was that Rou Er couldn’t lose her husband. She was too innocent and too kind.

Without her husband, she would be bullied!

So I have to stay alive.

Becoming a king or a marquis is merely talk; living to go back to daily life is the greatest wish.

On the third supply run, trouble struck.

They encountered the Zhao Army’s food raid.

Meng Fang with his spear killed three Zhao soldiers!

Half of the food and fodder were burnt.

Fei Xinyu’s ambush struck, and after a chaotic battle, the enemy fled, leaving behind more than a thousand corpses.

The supply team suffered heavy casualties and losses.

Countless supply carts were set ablaze.

Only three carts were undamaged.

This was within Meng Fang’s responsibility.—I can’t lose them; if I do, I’ll be held accountable—if held accountable, I’d face punishment—if punished, I’d be beaten—being beaten could lead to injuries—injuries could lead to death in the next battle—death would mean not returning—my wife would be bullied!

Hence, this logic was flawless.

Next to the cart lay three Zhao Army corpses.

A general rode up, saw Meng Fang standing with his spear.

He saw the blood on the spear.

He saw the wounds on the bodies.

His expression changed, “Did you kill them?”

“Yes.”

“Good lad.”

“Thank you for the compliment, sir.”

“Why didn’t you protect the carts in front and behind as well?”

“That wasn’t my duty. My mission was these three carts!”

“Hmm?”

“Plus, I couldn’t have protected them. If I had gone to them, these three wouldn’t have been safe either.”

“Hmm!”

The general looked at him with approval: “What’s your name?”

“Meng Fang.”

“Good! Order Meng Fang to join the second-line reserve camp for training.”

If the kid could fight, he certainly had to be cultivated.

Thus, Meng Fang joined the second-line camp.

He also received a foundational cultivation manual.

He learned the basic methods of weapons practice.

He worked even harder.

Half a month later in a battle, the main force set a trap, allowing the Zhao Army to advance deep before the second-line reserve camp engaged the enemy, holding them until the main force returned to encircle them.

Meng Fang’s team leader died, and his deputy died as well.

Meng Fang killed two enemies and took their heads, accumulating five military merits, and was promoted to deputy team leader.

Seven days later in another battle,

the team leader fell in battle, and Meng Fang led his brothers to kill thirteen Zhao soldiers, everyone injured. Meng Fang himself killed one enemy.

He began to stand out.

He was promoted to sergeant.

Now commanding nine men.

After half a year in the army, Meng Fang climbed up the ranks and became a leader of five hundred in the second-line army!

Commanding five hundred men, he rose to an unreachable height among the ordinary soldiers.

The martial arts cultivation and combat techniques he acquired became more and more advanced.

His personality remained silent.

But his eyes grew sharper.

That night, he wrote a letter. It was the sixth letter to his wife, Yu Rou.

“Rou Er, my wife, reading this letter should be like seeing my face. I am well in the military camp, having killed the enemy and made meritorious deeds continuously, today I’ve been promoted to the rank of commander of five hundred… My superiors appreciate me, my brothers are diligent, we share our food and clothing, and our camaraderie runs deep. All is well… I am sending back thirty thousand coins with this letter; my wife, do not scrimp, take good care of yourself and wait for my return. P.S.: It is said that the war will soon be over.”

Now, when Meng Fang sent letters, it was different from before.

The first few letters had even been lost in unknown places.

But now, as a commander of five hundred, if his letters and money were lost, five hundred brothers would storm the messenger service and wreak havoc!

So, this letter safely reached Rou Er’s hands.

Not a coin was missing.

When the news of the military exploit arrived, the entire mountain village erupted in excitement. Everyone knew Meng Fang had made a name for himself in the military.

The local leader came to offer consolation first, even the county government sent people to comfort his family.

Yu Rou held the letter with tears in her eyes and a smile on her lips, filled with anticipation.

Just as the letter reached Yu Rou’s hands, Meng Fang’s camp was attacked by the enemy, with thousands storming in during the night.

Meng Fang led five hundred soldiers, charging left and right, protecting the main camp until the enemy retreated and the camp remained secure.

After the battle, when contributions were recognized, Meng Fang had killed fifteen enemies, earning considerable military merit.

He was promoted to deputy commander of a thousand men.

After another battle, the commander of a thousand died, and Meng Fang rose smoothly in rank.

But his performance had already caught the attention of the main army for a long time.

Within a few days, he was transferred to the front-line battle army and assigned as a station commander.

In charge of fifty men.

The authority was smaller, but it was a main battle legion of the front line.

You should know that a station commander of the front line, if sent to a secondary camp, could scold the nose of the secondary’s commander of a thousand.

So, in essence, his status had been elevated.

Although the official rank had decreased, but…

He had the capability and the combat strength, but he needed a transitional title, and station commander was just right.

Half a month after Meng Fang took office on horseback, a great battle erupted.

Meng Fang led fifty men, charging into the midst of a gigantic army.

He beheaded thirty, his military robe stained with blood.

Of the fifty comrades, seven died in battle, but their fighting strength remained intact, ranking first among all the stations in both achievements and combat power, earning them the top military merits.

Thus, he was immediately promoted to commander of a hundred men.

After getting things in order and distinguishing himself once again, he became a commander of five hundred.

By the end of the year, he had become a commander of a thousand, holding significant power and weight.

Rising to the position of commander of a thousand again, but this time it was worlds apart from before.

Sending letters home, the county magistrate himself came to offer condolences, presented gifts, eliminated taxes, and even listed the family as a first-class military household. The county government delivered money every month for household expenses.

Life at home got better.

When Yu Rou received the letter at the military camp, Meng Fang had just finished a battle and was promoted to Marquis of the Curved Army for his equal military achievements.

From then on, he was known as “Marquis Meng.”

On the anniversary of Meng Fang’s departure, his military exploits shone brightly, he ascended to the rank of Colonel over piles of enemy corpses!

He commanded three Curved Divisions.

If the divisions were at full strength, a Colonel could command as many as ten thousand soldiers.

He had become a mid-tier officer.

From that point on, he was regarded as a notable figure within the Qin Army.

Colonel Meng had risen from the ranks, accumulated military achievements, and in one year climbed from a simple soldier to a Colonel, becoming a paragon of the Qin Army.

He was even received by Commander Fei.

When Commander Fei saw Colonel Meng, they had an exchange.

“You’re Meng Fang.”

“Yes.”

“Such a legendary experience? Fighting your way up from the bottom?”

“Yes.”

“How high is your cultivation now?”

“…”

After a few words, Meng Fang’s silent nature seemed to displease Commander Fei deeply.

He wanted to scold someone, but as the saying goes “The tiger eats its prey with no easy place to bite.”

How do you scold someone so tight-lipped that words bounce out one at a time?

In the end, Commander Fei patted Colonel Meng on the shoulder and praised, “You’re a damn fine lad, stubborn as hell; if that stubborn son of a bitch could see you, he would be extremely pleased. Keep up the good work. Under my command, as long as you’ve got the chops, you sure as hell won’t be buried!”

“Yes.”

“Damn it… I’m off!”

After Commander Fei left.

A bunch of generals and lieutenant generals circled this junior Colonel like a rare animal.

They clicked their tongues in amazement.

“Badass!”

“This is the first person I’ve seen who can’t be cussed out by Commander Fei!”

“A goddamn immortal!”

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[As New Year’s approaches, my wife fears my distraction and has actually locked me in the house to write… Suddenly, I feel like a bull tied up in a stall.]