"We've been fighting for so long now. With that much time, I'm afraid many of them have already learned our language."
Hearing what Qi Tianlu said, Liu Huaijin was stunned. "Then how can we possibly guard against that?"
"That's why you can't let your guard down around anyone suspicious. A lot of soldiers died that way at the start of the war."
Qi Tianlu sighed.
"I mean, why are they attacking us? Everything was fine. There are plenty of other countries in Central Asia they could live in! They've already conquered them, after all!"
Liu Huaijin was thoroughly dejected.
'He'd been doing just fine as the master of a Martial Arts Hall. He wasn't fabulously wealthy, sure, but he had power, he had status, and he wasn't hurting for money.'
'How did I suddenly end up on a battlefield?'
Listening to Liu Huaijin's complaints, Qi Tianlu simply smiled, neither agreeing nor offering an explanation.
The five of them drank sparingly, just a few sips, and then the gathering broke up.
