Chapter 40 Intentionally letting them die of thirst?

"Therefore, this general is wondering whether we should step in and lend a hand to the villagers of Songshan Village."
Min replied cautiously, "General, the water transported to our camp every day is already quite limited. If we share some with the villagers, your subordinate fears that should an accident happen and the water fails to arrive on time, the camp would undoubtedly fall into chaos."
Shen Lianyu nodded. "Indeed, I have also considered this point. Moreover, as you all know, due to the prolonged drought, the imperial court has also been hard-pressed recently to—"
"Is there any way to resolve this?" At this moment, Yongzheng's tone was unprecedentedly polite.
However, the high-explosive missiles launched by the infantry fighting vehicle posed a massive threat. Their blasts were even capable of setting pre-set fuses, causing the warhead to detonate prematurely, producing high-speed, high-pressure, and high-temperature metal jets that inflicted moderate trauma on the craft carrying Ye Ti.
The first stage of martial cultivation is the Warrior, and the second stage is the Master. The combat strength of a Martial Master is equivalent to the Qi realm of spiritual cultivation. The fourth revolution of the Qi realm corresponds to the intermediate tier of the Martial Master. However, because Martial Masters possess superior defensive capabilities, they hold a greater advantage when confronting low-intelligence elementary demonic beasts, thus the requirement is relaxed to the entry-level Martial Master.
The tactile sensation on Lu Heng's lips still lingered vividly. The person who set his heart ablaze sat quietly to the side, watching a movie. Ordinarily a man capable of finding peace of mind at any moment, he now found himself somewhat distracted and stirred by Sun Yingchen.
Moving a bit further ahead, the greenery grew increasingly abundant and dense, with aquatic plants and other flora already capable of submerging the golden camel's hooves.
Under the infusion of spiritual power, a surging, ready-to-burst cyan sword qi hovered over the blade. This was clearly a profound weapon of spirit-tool grade, accompanied by the sound of a dragon's roar.
Yet for Chinese merchants, this was undoubtedly an exceptional port. Goods from the entire Indian subcontinent could be transshipped from here, and a prosperous new trade route was about to emerge.
Without allowing this wounded bandit much time for consideration, the black-armored mercenary fighting him immediately rushed forward, brandishing a large saber. For a moment, the bandit was forced into a purely defensive stance, utterly outmatched at every turn.
"Have you arrived? It seems you are already prepared," an aged voice echoed from the depths of the turbulent sea.
No sooner had the words fallen than Pearl led in Noble Lady Xi and Talent Yao, who had just departed not long ago, and closed the door behind them.
The higher the status of those fallen angels, the closer they were to the Angel of Pride, Remiel, which meant the more wings they possessed.
Furthermore, because the Eye of Desire constantly emanated an influence that stirred the desires of others—much like a malignant tumor embedded in Li Qing's pupil—Li Qing could not utilize it, yet it could affect him, and even emit intangible ripples that impacted the souls of everyone who locked eyes with him.
"What kind of Huasheng or whatever you are, spare me! I wouldn't even give Hua Tuo the time of day, let alone you, some unknown great-great-grandson!"
Even though the risks involved were quite high, the opportunities were even greater. For those who needed to worry about basic survival, this was by no means a bad way out.
Upon hearing him curse, Shen Mei shrank back slightly, a trace of fear flashing in her eyes. She clutched the lapels of her clothes tightly, opened her mouth, but had no idea what to say. It was abundantly clear that she lacked the courage to talk back to Zhou Jun.
Number Seven roared, his entire body's muscles expanding once more. Yet, a delicate, fair hand simply and effortlessly pinched his neck, forcing his body down. No matter how desperately he struggled and resisted, he could not break free.
Unable to join the army and possessing no other special skills, they could only take on the lowest-level labor for the base, exposed to the biting wind and snow, frozen out of human shape, all just to scrape together a single meal.
Just as the reporters were making a ruckus, demanding the appearance of Big Sun, he stepped into the conference room, his massive, behemoth-like frame spotted by the press at first glance.
The light screen dissipated. When the former stood up again, scratching his head and looking around, he could no longer find a trace of the light screen anywhere.
Zhong Changwei looked at them, each one acting like a freak. Listening to their viewpoints, they were not only novel, but also unconventional in perspective, and even bizarre!