So he planned to all the money afterwards. As he passed by a group of soldiers, Jin Weili heard the young leader bragging. "I was a death squad member making the first ascent, running up the slope, seeking death, but unexpectedly, our artillery was amazing, blowing those Chaos trying to block the gap into fools, and I didn’t even scratch my skin!" Even though this kid was boasting, the First Ascent medal on his chest was genuine, and such things couldn’t be faked in the army—because if it was a lie, asking one question would reveal the truth, and the gendarmerie would beat this bragging kid up before the big shots even got involved. Because of this, Jin Weili felt a bit envious—since his Legendary talent didn’t match the needs back then, the scout who was the only one interested in him thought his physique was only slightly better than that of mortals and didn’t want him, which caused him to be a Legendary who never became a soldier... Luckily, the old man of the Jin family was enlightened, otherwise, he might have been infuriated to death by such an unpromising grandson. Anyway, it seemed okay now, helping the army with missions, and he could earn a service medal. Later, he could brag that he sweated on the Tianjin frontline and contributed to the military cause. Thinking about this, Jin Weili was just about to go over when he saw his benefactor, the lord, approaching, surrounded by the army leaders. Ha, don’t think I won’t recognize you just because you look different; that’s something other useless Legendaries might do. Jin Weili was confident that the scent of His Highness Malin was etched in his mind and could not be mistaken! So he slid out of the crowd on his knees, embracing his benefactor’s leg without regret. Laugh if you want, try hugging a big shot if you dare. Malin was caught between laughter and tears by this Jin Weili—as the kid slid out of the crowd, sharp-eyed Sang family patriarch cried "assassin," nearly scaring everyone, until Jin Weili grabbed Malin’s leg, and everyone realized this was not an assassin but a highly professional leg-hugging enthusiast. "Hey kid, what brings you here?" Picking this guy up, Malin curiously asked. "The military asked me to help find Chaos remnants." "Hm... does suit you, kid. Here, take this silver coin; if you encounter someone you can’t deal with, infuse it with Spiritual Energy, and I’ll come immediately." Malin knew that Jin Weili was no good in a fight, so he gave him a protective silver coin and then patted the veteran sergeant major beside him: "This kid has no other big talents besides a keen nose, so take care of this little brother for me." "Yes, Your Highness, I will take good care of him." The veteran sergeant major patted his chest, indicating that Jin Weili would be in his protection. Leaving behind Jin Weili and his team, Malin found Sang Zixin; according to the veterans, this guy was considered lucky. The vanguard regiment typically engaged in suicidal combat, and flag bearers were almost guaranteed to die; having not even a scratch like him was incredibly rare throughout the year. And having had such luck, Old Sang wanted to assign him other tasks, but Malin kicked the old man aside and gave the young man an easier task—clearly, Jin Weili’s manpower was insufficient, so he joined Jin Weili instead; those remnants wouldn’t cause much trouble. After all, those of any strength were thoroughly dealt with by Malin and various detection-expert Legendaries. Receiving Malin’s orders, young Sang Zixin saluted, then raised his nose high to his grandfather. And when his grandson led the team away with Jin Weili, Old Sang was a bit dissatisfied: "Your Highness, you spoil this kid too much; he still needs tests." "Oh, come on, the tasks you, an old guy, give him are nonsense; heading into battle with your head? This isn’t a storytelling in a tea house; bullets don’t recognize people." Malin rolled his eyes at the old man, then started asking about the reinforcements’ position. The reinforcements were coming by train. Once it was known that Malin’s legion had captured the old Tianjin railway station, several engineering battalions from Thainan started repairing the railways like mad—these were originally retro travel projects unique to the Thainan area before the Great Ruin, but nowadays, such railways are the most important means of transport for those large inhabited cities. Currently, the reinforcements were still a hundred kilometers from Tianjin. Considering the tracks would be ready by tomorrow, there was still more than half a day left. Aerial recon didn’t observe any Chaos troop gathering, eliminating the need for soldiers to march north on foot overnight. "Your Highness Malin, if you want to know about the frontline, you could just ask us." A curious commander accompanying Malin asked. Malin smiled—it’s not that I don’t trust you, but Malin was used to inspecting the frontline himself, a habit from the Northern Kingdom, so he had a clear sense of things while on the march—the soldiers’ morale was good, many even carried little trinkets as war trophies that even Malin didn’t recognize. Since there was no Chaos corruption, Malin didn’t stop them. As for the soldiers’ dinner, Malin was indeed very concerned, having been traumatized during his time in the Northern Kingdom—woodchips with bread, sand with bread, and pebbles with bread left a deep impression on him. Today’s soldier lunch was fried rice—the culinary corps leader thought they’d have a protracted siege, so they made a lot of rice in the morning, thinking they could reheat it at noon and prepare two hot dishes to fill the soldiers’ bellies. Embarrassingly, they made too much rice, and since last night, the soldiers had to eat fried rice. Thankfully, Thainan chefs have always been reliable, turning a mish-mash of ingredients into delicious meals. This made Malin, remembering bread combos, savor the fried rice with appreciation. "It feels wrong for Your Highness to eat such a thing. Tonight, tonight there will definitely be fresher ingredients!" The culinary corps leader kept apologizing beside Malin. Malin had to spend some time comforting him, repeatedly stating that the fried rice tasted good, which finally made him feel better. "Old Shang! What’s for dinner tonight? I heard you boasting to His Highness!" As the leader left, the soldiers started heckling. "If you were as easy-going as His Highness, you little rascals!" The leader opened his mouth wide towards the soldiers. The soldiers burst into laughter. This was the land and these people Malin was familiar with.