As for taking credit, you think you, Chris Bolton, are the only one who would think of stealing credit? You don’t think those officials haven’t thought of it?

Civil officials play these games even more ruthlessly and smoothly than you military men.

Chris Bolton was awakened by Robert Bennett. At this thought, his mind went blank. Instinctively, he lowered his head and bent over, trembling as he said, “Please, Master Maocai, save me!”

At this moment, Brian Walker also understood. He placed his hand on his sword hilt and suddenly stood up.

Robert Bennett looked at him coldly. “Kill me and take all the credit for yourself. But do you really think I’m an idiot? David Brooks!”

David Brooks gave a sly laugh. “Just earlier, Maocai ordered me to send a trusted man far away. If anything happens to Maocai or us, the truth of this battle will be spread everywhere…”

With this, Chris Bolton was doomed!

Before he himself was dealt with by the Nanjing authorities, Chris Bolton would definitely kill him, Brian Walker, first!

Brian Walker’s face turned ashen. “I wouldn’t dare!”

“Sit!”

Robert Bennett pressed his hand down. Brian Walker sat down lightly, then returned to his usual expression, making David Brooks secretly think this man had the shameless potential of a civil official.

Robert Bennett took a sip of coarse tea, frowning. “Civil and military are different paths. The Nanjing authorities wouldn’t mind taking a few military heads to show the capital their determination to resist the Japanese.”

“Yes.” Chris Bolton didn’t have the ability for such subtle analysis, and praised, “Please, Maocai, analyze further. I am all ears.”

David Brooks stood behind Robert Bennett with his sword, feeling greatly satisfied.

George Foster quietly voiced his feelings, “These two treat young master as if they were students facing their teacher, so respectful and fearful.”

He thought he spoke softly, but the room was quiet, and everyone heard.

Since he had chosen to side with Maocai, he would stick to it. David Brooks couldn’t help but laugh. Seeing George Foster glare at him in annoyance, he nodded, “Stone, you’re absolutely right.”

At this moment, Chris Bolton and the other man had no time to be embarrassed by the teasing, only thinking about how to escape punishment from the Nanjing authorities.

Robert Bennett extended his index finger and, with that clear youthful voice, said, “Nanjing wants your heads as an example, but next, your troops will make a big show and take the initiative to attack…”

“This…” Chris Bolton was confused.

The Ming army!

It really has become a pile of rotten mud!

Robert Bennett shook his head, feeling that the task of strengthening the dynasty’s fate was a long and arduous one.

He tapped the table with his knuckle. “These Japanese pirates have landed and gone inland; their ships must be waiting by the shore. If you take the initiative and win a battle, who in the world would dare touch you, Commander Bolton!”

Chris Bolton suddenly looked up, his eyes wide. “But there are at least a hundred Japanese pirates!”

“But I am here!”

The 21st-century South American warlord, Robert Bennett, looked at the two Ming generals with a gentle, jade-like demeanor and said softly, “Are you willing to follow me and turn this damned fate around?!”

Chris Bolton and Brian Walker were awed by his presence and instinctively stood up to answer:

“We will follow Maocai’s lead!”

Chapter 7: Maocai’s Divine Calculation

A gentleman’s revenge is never too late, even after ten years.

A petty man’s revenge is from morning till night.

Richard Howard was a petty man, always worried about being retaliated against by Robert Bennett.

Because of their good performance in this battle, the convicts received preferential treatment and, under the supervision of the soldiers, helped the villagers tidy up.

“Earlier, that sickly… Maocai just casually ordered, saying something about ‘when the people are in trouble, the army should help them.’ Little David actually nodded immediately, so respectful it was almost ridiculous…”

One of the convicts muttered. Seeing Richard Howard looking anxious, he teased, “You’ve offended Maocai. Be careful he doesn’t deal with you.”

“Am I scared?” Richard Howard was also a serious offender. Though he talked tough, he was uneasy inside.

At that moment, there was a commotion in the house, and then Chris Bolton and Brian Walker came out.

Richard Howard and the others quickly stood at attention.

“Master Maocai isn’t well, please stay.”

Chris Bolton turned back to advise.

At this moment, Robert Bennett was, in his eyes, a lifesaving Bodhisattva. If anything happened to him, it would be more painful than losing his own parents.

Richard Howard had been bowing his head, but at these words, he looked up and saw Chris Bolton beaming with smiles, cupping his hands toward Robert Bennett inside the door. He was deeply shocked.

This was a Qianhu official!

A Qianhu who could crush David Brooks, a mere squad leader, like an ant.

And yet he was so respectful to that sickly fellow.

I just wanted to take a piss… Robert Bennett said with a smile, “Speed is of the essence in war. Commander Bolton, please quickly organize your men. We’ll set out later.”

“I understand.” Chris Bolton nodded. After turning around, his expression became stern.

Robert Bennett watched him leave, and when he withdrew his gaze, he saw Richard Howard.

Richard Howard stared at him blankly, feeling miserable, but even more afraid. When he saw Robert Bennett look over, he instinctively knelt down, trembling all over.

“Please spare me, Master Maocai.”

But in Robert Bennett’s eyes, such a person was nothing. He went to the latrine and, when he came back, Richard Howard was still kneeling.

“Stone.”

Robert Bennett stood in front of the latrine, feeling a rare coolness in his chest.

Thinking it over, it must have been the benefit of that earlier run.

This body really needs more training!

“Young master.” George Foster came over with his hand on his sword, looking at Richard Howard’s neck with ill intent. “Shall I kill him?”

Don’t think he was joking. At thirteen, boys are the most reckless. Killing means little to them; they act mostly on their own whims.

Robert Bennett frowned, smelling the stench of urine. Looking down, he saw that Richard Howard had been so frightened he collapsed, leaving a puddle beneath him.