Chapter 1814: Chapter 950: Foreseeing the Future (Part 2)
Wake up and cry, work hard and sleep.
This kind of life, I donât know when it will reach its end.
Luo Wanya leaned against the tree, silently watching as sunlight filtered through the gaps in the foliage and onto his face: "Xiao Qi, what did you do before?"
"Unemployed," Xiao Qi chewed on a grass leaf nearby, smiling as he said, "I just danced every day, carefree."
"Before crossing over, I was a thug, did all sorts of things. Back then, when smuggling to Japan, I hid in the cargo hold of the smugglerâs ship. At mealtimes, the smuggler would open the cargo hold and pour a pot of porridge directly on the ground, then all the stowaways would rush to grab it," Luo Wanya recounted, "People fought for that bit of porridge, getting injured in the battle and then using bloodied hands to scoop it up from the ground to eat."
Luo Wanya: "Life was really hard then. I swore in the cargo hold that once I made something of myself, Iâd kill the smuggler first. But before I could succeed, the smuggler had already been stabbed to death..."
Luo Wanya: "However, that hardship was meaningless. Now, though tougher than back then, I feel itâs meaningful."
"If youâre hungry, eat some grass instead of rambling on," Xiao Qi said, amused and annoyed.
Luo Wanya: "... Will we die of starvation on the way?"
Just then, their family scout suddenly ran back: "Lao Luo! Lao Luo!"
Luo Wanya quickly stood up: "Whatâs wrong?! Enemy situation?"
"Ah, no. Thereâs someone ahead waiting for us!" said the family scout, "Moreover, he says heâs been waiting for us for months!"
Luo Wanya and Xiao Qi exchanged confused glances.
Have they encountered a charlatan? To know months in advance that the Parentsâ Meeting troop would be forced to retreat and pass through here?!
Even they couldnât foresee it, who could have anticipated it?
"Whereâs the person?" Xiao Qi asked.
"Under control," the family member said, "Seems like just an ordinary person, we pinned him down, but he insists on seeing Luo Wanya."
"Hmm?" Luo Wanya frowned, worried it might be a trap.
He quickly walked over, approximately three kilometers, until he saw a middle-aged man pinned down by several family members.
The man didnât struggle, just silently waiting.
"Who are you?" Luo Wanya crouched beside him and asked.
The middle-aged man lifted his head: "Shadow Troop, code E1333."
Luo Wanya sneered: "Nonsense, I know the Shadow Troop members, Iâve never seen you."
If he were from the Shadow Troop, heâd have reported to Qing Chen long ago; how could there still be someone missing?
The middle-aged man smiled: "Iâm not from this generationâs Shadow Troop, but the previous one."
Luo Wanya and Xiao Qi were bewildered; what past and present generations? Wasnât there only one generation of the Shadow Troop?
"Wait," Luo Wanya suddenly remembered something: "Are you one of the old masterâs men?"
"Thatâs correct," the middle-aged man said with a smile.
Everyone was shocked; Qingâs Family actually had two shadow troops! The previous generation faded from everyoneâs view as Qing Xun became Family Head; many thought they were absorbed into various units, but that was only part of it.
The old master kept a loyal few hidden from everyoneâs sight.
"How will you prove it?" Luo Wanya asked.
"No need to prove, Iâm not here to harm you," the middle-aged man said with a smile. "Four months ago, my unit received orders to secretly deliver supplies along the Southwest Mountains route. Since then, weâve been waiting here."
"Ah?" Luo Wanya stunned for a while: "Okay, release him. What supplies did you bring?"
The middle-aged man twisted his wrist and neck, smiling: "Come with me and see for yourself."
As they spoke, the middle-aged man led Luo Wanya and others forward, walking approximately a kilometer, and came upon a concealed mountain hollow with rows of boxes covered in dark green rainproof tarps.
Luo Wanya rushed forward to uncover a box, finding it full of vitamins, antibiotics, camouflaged cloth, with only a small portion being protein bars and compressed biscuits.
These foods, spread across over thirty thousand people, still seemed like a drop in the bucket, not even enough to fill the gaps between oneâs teeth.
The middle-aged man said with a smile: "Donât be quick to show disappointment. It was urgent when we got the orders, finding these items silently over four months and conveying them in through manpower, under non-mechanized conditions, is not easy."
A family member murmured softly: "Since knowing in advance, at least send more food..."
The middle-aged man continued: "The old master said these things only need to keep you alive. If someone canât make it, give them something to eat. Suffering and hardship are necessary for your troop, but donât let meaningless disease and bombardment wipe you out. This cloth is to help you evade aerialship searches, to prevent bombardment."
Luo Wanya hurriedly said: "Thank you, thank you, itâs already great, many thanks!"
His words were true; receiving supplies in this wilderness was more exciting than winning a five-million lottery ticketâit was life-saving!
Hunger can be endured, but illness cannot.
However, Luo Wanya was puzzled; how could the old master foresee all this four months in advance?
This ability seemed god-like, prophetic.
Previously, Qing Chen also mentioned his suspicion; despite staying on Ginkgo Mountain and never leaving, the old master seemed to know what would happen to Qing Chen after being taken to the A02 base by Jindai Yunhe.
This ability to predict futures felt like the Drama Masterâs Godâs perspective.
Too powerful.
The middle-aged man noticed Luo Wanyaâs puzzled look and said with a smile: "Thereâs no need to look at me like this; I donât know how the old master did it."
"Then since the old master knew weâd be forced to march, and could prepare camouflage cloth for our numbers, why not alert us to dangers?" Luo Wanya asked, "Like dark magic, like Roosevelt Kingdomâs invasion, like Li Familyâs betrayal?"
The middle-aged man shook his head with a smile: "How could I know these things? We just follow orders... But the old master did say, if you can accept lifeâs ending, donât strive to change it; you never know if itâll turn better, or worse. Destiny is uncontrollable."
Luo Wanya fell into contemplation; was it because the old master could see only certain fragments, or that he didnât want to change certain realities? He couldnât determine.
"Havenât asked yet, whatâs your name?" Xiao Qi inquired.
"No need for respectful address, just call me E1333," the middle-aged man said with a smile, "From the day we joined the Shadow Troop, we have no names. We donât marry, bear children, desire positions or ranks."
Parentsâ Meeting members were stunned; these people were true shadows, willingly discarding everything, becoming unnoticed bricks in this era, becoming the underground foundation of Qingâs Familyâs grand structure.
E1333 replied: "Alright, receive the supplies, weâre retreating. Many in your troop must be ill, hurry and deliver the medicine, looking forward to reunion in the Southwest."
Finished speaking, hundreds of Shadow Troop members cloaked in grass stood up from the wilderness; they had guarded here for four months and could finally withdraw.
Luo Wanya watched the members leap through the mountain forest and suddenly said: "This Inner World seems to have many things we donât know yet. But, the old master specially stationed a troop here to guard us from dyingâdoes this mean someday, weâre quite important?"
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