He Is an Ironbone Seed

Li Banfeng notified A'yu to release the Boundary and led everyone into Suihuang Plain. Qin Tianjiu, Xiao Yeci, and Lu Chunying were all visiting Suihuang Plain for the first time. Looking out at the vast, desolate wilderness stretching endlessly in every direction, they couldn't help feeling a chill down their spines. "If fighting really breaks out, where will the enemy come from?" Xiao Yeci glanced around. "In a place this huge, which side is ours, and which side is the enemy's?" He Yuxiu uncorked her wine flask and took a deep gulp. "This is all our land. When you run into people from the Tufang State, don't hold back—beat them to death. However many come, kill that many, so they never dare set foot in our Puluo Province for the rest of their lives." Zhang Xiuling held her notebook, recording what she saw and heard along the way. "I should have come here sooner. On this boundless wilderness, there are so many good stories waiting for me to chronicle." Feng Daiku held a map, his expression growing graver by the moment. Li Banfeng asked, "Can you cover the entire Suihuang Plain with love threads?" Feng Daiku shook his head. "Too difficult. Suihuang Plain is far too big." The group walked for an entire day, preparing to pitch camp and rest as dusk fell. At their current pace, it would take at least three to five days to reach Huangtu Town. Li Banfeng decided to let them sleep soundly tonight, using the music box to put them into a deep slumber, and then carry them directly to town inside the companion dwelling. Right after dinner, Pan Dehai said to Li Banfeng, "Brother, a friend is coming tonight. You might not be fond of him, but he truly came to help." While Li Banfeng wondered which friend it could be, the Hundred-Eyed Fish had already welcomed him in. It was the Rickshaw Man. Che Wushang, pulling a paper cart, arrived before Li Banfeng. Li Banfeng recognized this paper cart—it was Pan Dehai's Old Glutton Cart. Li Banfeng hadn't expected Old Pan to go to such great expense. What surprised him even more was that Che Wushang actually had the guts to come to Suihuang Plain. "Old Seven, I truly came to help fight. My master wouldn't take me in, but surely you won't turn me away too?" Li Banfeng said, "How could I turn you away? Back at Santoucha, we fought on the battlefield together as well." The Rickshaw Man beamed and lit a cigarette for Li Banfeng. Pan Dehai said, "Would Seventh Master kindly inform everyone to take a brief rest, then board the cart." Li Banfeng beckoned everyone to get into the Old Glutton Cart. Caoye said, "How many people can such a small cart possibly hold?" Youtao pinched Caoye's cheek. "If you're told to get in, just get in! Following Brother Baisha, you'll never run out of new things to see!" The four great families, the two great gangs, along with Li Qi's various friends—the entire crowd boarded the Old Glutton Cart. Inside were delicacies from mountain and sea, fine food and drink, and it wasn't the least bit cramped. The Rickshaw Man lifted the shafts, puffed out his chest, and sprinted across the vast wilderness. The efficiency was a whole different story now. Pan Dehai trailed behind the Old Glutton Cart, panting out of breath. "Brother Li Qi, what level of cultivation do you think Che Wushang actually has?" Li Banfeng couldn't tell either. If you said his cultivation was high, he hadn't been willing to fight Qin Bulou back then, and Qin Bulou's cultivation hadn't even reached above the clouds at the time. If you said his cultivation wasn't high, just taking that single technique, Wind Rising from Still Earth—Old Pan was wearing a Travel Cultivator artifact and still couldn't catch up to him for the life of him. Li Banfeng had cultivation at the sixth tier above the clouds, yet following behind, even he felt it took effort. "Old Pan, if you really can't manage, just get in the cart. Your face looks completely green." Li Banfeng wasn't mocking Pan Dehai; Old Pan's face really had turned green. "It's not that... I was worried something might happen to you, so I wanted to help look after everyone on the road. That's why I always say, different trades are like different mountains! Master Che, I can't run anymore. Slow down a bit, I'm getting on." The Old Glutton Cart couldn't easily be brought to a full stop; once halted, it was hard to get moving again. The Rickshaw Man slowed his pace, and Pan Dehai squeezed inside. Outside the cart, only Li Banfeng and Che Wushang remained. In under an hour, the two of them ran all the way to Huangtu Town. Once in town, Li Banfeng found Yao Xin. Yao Xin had received the Peddler's message and knew war was coming. Hearing that Li Banfeng had brought a good deal of manpower, he was overjoyed and hurried to arrange lodging for everyone. Pan Dehai said, "Old Yao, how's the troop training going? Bring them out for me to see!" Yao Xin snorted. "Who do you think you are? See my ass! Do you know anything about military strategy?" Pan Dehai scoffed. "Back in my day, I was accomplished in both the civil and martial arts. The Sage himself said so." Yao Xin sneered. "When the Sage found you useful, he called you the greatest talent since the dawn of creation. The day he had no use for you, you weren't even fit to be a foot-rag. Rest for the night; tomorrow morning, go watch me drill the troops." Pan Dehai said, "Have you sent scouts out to reconnoiter? Do you know where Tufang will strike from?" Yao Xin grew annoyed. "You old codger, since when is it your place to tell me how to fight a war?" Pan Dehai said, "How would I dare instruct you? I'm reminding you—I have a feeling the people from Tufang State have already arrived." Yao Xin waved a dismissive hand. "What can you possibly sense? You're a Virtue Cultivator—how do you scout enemy movements? By telling fortunes?" Pan Dehai nodded. "I did divine your fortune, actually. You're in for a massive upheaval right now. If you don't believe me, go ask Che Wushang and see if my reading was accurate." At the mention of Che Wushang, Old Yao tensed up. The Rickshaw Man was squatting by the doorway, smoking. Old Yao poured a bowl of wine and brought it over to him. "Brother, did you really see people from Tufang State?" "Didn't see them," the Rickshaw Man drank the wine and shook his head, "just smelled that something's off." If Che Wushang said the scent was off, then something was truly off. Yao Xin poured him another bowl of wine. "How about resting for the night and heading out of town tomorrow to check things out?" Che Wushang drank another bowl, wiped his mouth, and said, "No rest tonight. I'll head out of town tonight to inspect the situation." Pan Dehai hurried to say, "Brother Che, when you go out, you must come back. Even if you get scared out of your wits, at least send word back to us." Che Wushang frowned. "What kind of talk is that? Think I'd just abandon you or something?" Li Banfeng drew Yao Xin aside and spoke in private: "Old Yao, drill your troops in town tomorrow; I won't be staying to watch. I'm going out with him to scout the enemy's movements. "Tomorrow, another expert will be watching your drill. If anything critical comes up, discuss it directly with her." "An expert?" Yao Xin was startled, his eyes widening. "You mean our Marshal?" Li Banfeng nodded slightly. Yao Xin felt far more reassured. "With the Marshal here, I have confidence." Li Banfeng and the Rickshaw Man left the town, following the guidance to seek fortune and avoid calamity by heading straight toward danger. On the way, Li Banfeng asked the Rickshaw Man, "What made you think of coming to Suihuang Plain? Why didn't you go to Baishun County?" The Rickshaw Man said, "I really wanted to go to Baishun County, but Pan Dehai told me Xu Han and his disciples have Baishun County covered. There wasn't much danger there, so my help wasn't needed. "Actually, I feel like Santoucha is pretty perilous—not the kind of danger from before, but a special kind of peril, even more dangerous than Suihuang Plain. But Old Pan said Suihuang Plain was a better fit for me, so I came to Suihuang Plain first." Li Banfeng sighed. "This is going to be a brutal battle. Nowhere is safe." ... Xu Han arrived in Baishun County and instructed Zhang Wanlong to prepare another batch of seeds. Zhang Wanlong had been researching dandelions during this period. When Xu Han told him to change seeds, he worried there wouldn't be enough time to prepare. Xu Han hadn't acted on a whim. "Qiao Yi is deeply calculating. Last time, using dandelions dealt him a heavy blow. With so much time having passed, he is bound to have countermeasures. "It's not that dandelions can't be used, but we must make alternate preparations. Go find your senior brother and have him help you cultivate some new seeds." Zhang Wanlong went looking for Tan Jinxiao, but Tan Jinxiao was nowhere to be found. Only from Qiu Zhiheng did he learn that Tan Jinxiao had handed over jurisdiction of the Sea Market the day before yesterday, saying he had other urgent matters to attend to, and had already left Santoucha. Zhang Wanlong grew anxious. "Seeing that war is coming, did he run off to hide?" Xu Han trusted Tan Jinxiao. "He isn't someone who fears death. He must have gone to Suihuang Plain." Zhang Wanlong didn't understand the reason behind it. "What would he go to Suihuang Plain for?" Xu Han sighed. "He is an Ironbone Seed." Old Xu had hit the mark. Leading a dozen men, Tan Jinxiao was on the road to Suihuang Plain. These dozen men were all comrades-in-arms from back in the day, and restaurant proprietor Chen Yongnian was among them. He was still carrying a large wooden chest containing all kinds of seasonings and cookware. When mealtime came, having a place to eat was fine, but if not, the brothers could gather local ingredients and Chen Yongnian could whip up a meal right there. Holding a bowl, Tan Jinxiao ate as he asked, "Brother, what did you tell your wife when you left?" "What else could I say?" Chen Yongnian smiled wryly. "I just told her I was off to fight. I bought plenty of coal for her and left some money with the neighbors to help look after the business. If I can come back, we'll keep living our lives. If I don't, she can still carry on." Tan Jinxiao said, "You told her straight out like that? And your wife agreed?" Chen Yongnian sighed. "She just cried. What else could she do if she didn't agree?" Tan Jinxiao said, "If you ask me, you shouldn't have come. I'm an old scoundrel, my life is cheap, but you guys with families shouldn't have come!" Chen Yongnian glanced at Tan Jinxiao. "What kind of talk is that? What did we say back then? Leaving Suihuang Plain was to make a living, but if anything happened, we all had to go back. I swore an oath too!" Tan Jinxiao sighed. "I only hope my master can hold Baishun County. If something happens to Santoucha, I won't be able to live with myself either." ... At Sinners' Market Station, Lin Fojiao delivered a shipment of ordnance. Qiu Zhiheng and Liao Zihui went in person to the platform to welcome him. Stepping off the train, Lin Fojiao bowed to each in turn. "Chief Envoy Liao, Master Qiu, sorry to trouble you all." Qiu Zhiheng returned the greeting in haste. "Boss Lin has provided timely help in our hour of need. Qiu is overwhelmed with gratitude—how could this be called a trouble?" Liao Zihui said, "The Customs Bureau is not what it once was, but if Boss Lin would do us the honor, let us share an informal meal together." The Customs Bureau's status was indeed a far cry from before, but Liao Zihui represented a faction after all, so face naturally had to be given. After sharing drinks at the Customs Bureau, Lin Fojiao made a request: "I'd like to visit Baishun County. Back then, I fought alongside Ling Baitao, so we share some history." Qiu Zhiheng nodded. "That's easily arranged. I'll ready a boat tonight, and we can set out first thing tomorrow morning." Liao Zihui asked curiously, "Boss Lin, did you go to Baishun County back then to help out?" Lin Fojiao shook his head. "I originally hailed from Baishun County." "Can people from Baishun County not leave those five islands?" "They can leave," Lin Fojiao sighed. "They are heroes. I am not." Liao Zihui asked again, "Once they leave those five islands, will they still turn into peach trees upon death?" Lin Fojiao shook his head. "They won't turn into peach trees. They can live like ordinary people too." Qiu Zhiheng reminded him, "Boss Lin, there's no telling when the enemy will strike. If you go to Baishun County, a smooth return trip isn't guaranteed." Lin Fojiao sighed. "I'll think it over carefully." Qiu Zhiheng said, "There will be boats to Baishun County all day tomorrow. Once you've decided, we'll set off." ... At dawn, Li Banfeng and the Rickshaw Man found a camp. This was the third camp they had discovered. All three were abandoned; the enemy had intentionally covered their tracks upon leaving, but certain details had not escaped Che Wushang's eyes. "Thousands of people eating, drinking, and relieving themselves—it's never that easy to sweep clean," Che Wushang said, locating some scattered grain. "Do you recognize this kind of millet?" Li Banfeng didn't know much about grain and couldn't see any difference between this millet and what was sold in grain shops. "This millet has high yields, but it doesn't grow in newlands—only in proper land, because growing this kind of millet requires sunlight." The Rickshaw Man popped some millet into his mouth and chewed. "This is from this year's harvest too, tasting far better than aged millet." Li Banfeng pondered for a moment. "Newlands have no sunlight, so this millet can't grow there. The Inner State doesn't have sunlight either, so where did this millet come from?" The Rickshaw Man dusted his hands off. "It must have been brought from Suihuang Plain. Someone is supplying the Tufang troops with grain." The two walked a circle around the camp. From the traces left by the stockades, the Rickshaw Man estimated the enemy's numbers: "The previous two encampments could hold over three thousand men. The one we see today can hold over five thousand. The enemy didn't arrive as just a single force." Li Banfeng was silent for a long time. This was Yao Xin's flaw—he paid little attention to details in his territory. Back when the Star of Mourning set up the Star of Mourning formation in Medicine King Gully, Old Yao hadn't noticed either. Still, Yao Xin couldn't be entirely blamed. Feng Daiku was right—the territory of Suihuang Plain was simply too vast. Around the camp, the Rickshaw Man found some cart ruts. Sniffing the scent of the soil, he shuddered. "If we follow these ruts, we might find the enemy army." Li Banfeng nodded. "Let's track them. If we can launch a surprise attack, that'd be ideal." Hearing "surprise attack," the Rickshaw Man rubbed his chin. "If I say I regret coming, is it too late now?" Li Banfeng shook his head. "Too late. If you leave now, people will mock you for years." The Rickshaw Man snorted. "You think I haven't been mocked enough over the years? You think I actually care about that?" "If you don't care, why did you come to fight?" Li Banfeng looked toward distant Huangtu Town. "I wonder how Old Yao's troop training is coming along." Li Banfeng called Yuan Miaoping out from the companion dwelling. "Can you help me contact someone?" "Contact whom?" Yuan Miaoping chewed her bubble gum, checking her battery level. "Don't make it too far; my battery isn't too full." "Not far." Li Banfeng hesitated. He wanted to contact Yao Xin, but remembering the phrase 'winning hearts is supreme,' he contacted Pan Dehai first instead. ... Early in the morning, Pan Dehai asked Yao Xin for the roster of the Suihuang Iron Cavalry. Yao Xin paused. "Do you really want to help me drill the troops?" Pan Dehai shook his head. "I won't meddle in the drilling. You're the expert. I just want to stroll around the town." Yao Xin frowned. "Then what do you want the roster for? There are plenty of secrets in here—how could I casually disclose it to you?" Pan Dehai smiled. "This was Old Seven's instructions. If you don't trust me, don't you even trust him?" Old Pan had indeed been brought by Li Qi, and while Pan Dehai's character wasn't great, he was an old childhood friend after all. After hesitating again and again, Yao Xin handed over the roster. Reviewing the roster, Old Pan pointed to the names of several battalion commanders. "These people all come from wealthy families. When the fighting starts, will they risk their lives?" Yao Xin laughed. "Never mind what families they come from. Head to the parade grounds in a bit and see for yourself, and you'll know what mettle they're made of." "I certainly should see what mettle they're made of." Pan Dehai didn't go to the parade grounds; he genuinely went to wander around town. Yao Xin arrived at the parade grounds and beat the war drums himself. In less than half an hour, the Suihuang Iron Cavalry was fully assembled. "Yingying, looking at the assembly time alone, Yao Xin has certainly put in the effort." "The formation looks orderly enough too. Wonder what it'll be like when real fighting starts." Whenever the troops drilled, many common folk gathered to watch. Zhao Xiaowan, Hong Ying, and Jiu'er wore coarse cloth clothes, with makeup applied by the clock pendulum to look like ordinary people, and watched from the crowd. Yao Xin looked in Zhao Xiaowan's direction; he recognized his Marshal. Zhao Xiaowan gave Yao Xin a slight nod, and Yao Xin led the troops to begin drilling. They drilled the entire morning. In advance, retreat, offense, and defense, the Suihuang Iron Cavalry performed impeccably. Once the crowd dispersed, Yao Xin came before Zhao Xiaowan and bowed deeply. "Marshal, please critique." Zhao Xiaowan praised, "General, your imposing spirit is undiminished from years past. The Suihuang Iron Cavalry is strong and well-mounted; you will surely overcome the enemy and secure victory." With these words from Zhao Xiaowan, Yao Xin felt bolstered. Beside them, Hong Ying wanted to speak, but Zhao Xiaowan stopped her. In the afternoon, Yao Xin continued the drill while Zhao Xiaowan left the parade grounds. Hong Ying remarked beside her, "Xiaowan, I think these Ironbone Seeds are missing something." Jiu'er didn't think anything was missing. "I watched their formations carefully. General Yao's training is meticulous; I couldn't find any flaws." Hong Ying shook her head. "When Ironbone Seeds fight, you can't just look at formations. I think those battalion commanders won't cut it." Zhao Xiaowan nodded slightly. "Indeed, something is lacking. But what exactly is missing?" Hong Ying shook her head. "I can't say for sure, but in any case, they're not like the Ironbone Seeds of back then!" Returning to their quarters, Zhao Xiaowan carefully reviewed options with the Fifth Chamber Miss. "Time is tight. Replacing the battalion commanders now might be too late." The Fifth Chamber Miss thought for a long while and said, "I also went to the parade grounds just now. The battalion commanders must be replaced. Those commanders clearly have no desire to fight. If they take the field, every Ironbone Seed will be dragged down by them." Zhao Xiaowan also found it strange—why did those battalion commanders lack fighting spirit? ... Pan Dehai walked to the market and entered a rice shop. The Hundred-Eyed Fish asked, "What's special about this rice shop?" Pan Dehai said, "I just inquired. This is the largest rice shop in Huangtu Town, and its shopkeeper is a virtuous man." A'xia couldn't understand. "Just because a rice shop is big means he must have virtue?" Pan Dehai smiled. "If he lacked virtue, his business wouldn't have grown this large." A shop assistant stepped forward to greet him. "Sir, what can I get you?" Pan Dehai said, "I'm here to buy grain in bulk." "In bulk?" The assistant started. "How much do you need?" Pan Dehai grabbed a handful of millet. "Thirty to fifty thousand jin." Hearing that, the assistant quickly invited Pan Dehai to the back parlor. "Honored sir, a deal this large isn't mine to decide. Please discuss it directly with our shopkeeper." Pan Dehai had A'xia and the Hundred-Eyed Fish wait in the shop, instructing them to watch the front entrance closely, while he went to the back parlor alone. Once there, Pan Dehai met the shopkeeper. After exchanging pleasantries, each took a seat. The shopkeeper studied Pan Dehai for a moment. "You look unfamiliar. You're not a local, are you?" Pan Dehai nodded. "Good eye, shopkeeper. I just arrived in Huangtu Town yesterday. I heard that among all the grain merchants in town, yours is the biggest, so I wanted to discuss a large deal with you." The shopkeeper gave a modest smile. "You flatter me too much, sir. Which kind of grain do you need, and what quantity, please?" Pan Dehai placed the millet in his hand onto the table. "I want this exact millet—thirty thousand jin." "Thirty thousand?" The shopkeeper blinked. "What do you need so much millet for, sir?" Pan Dehai said, "To be frank, I heard war is coming here, so I want to buy grain to send to the military camp for the soldiers to eat." The shopkeeper immediately cupped his hands. "So you are a righteous gentleman! If you wanted rice or flour, that quantity would be easy, but if you specifically want this millet, I cannot produce that much." Pan Dehai shook his head. "I've set my sights on this millet. It staves off hunger well and is most suited for military rations." The shopkeeper smiled. "Soldiers risking life and limb on the battlefield have it rough. I've sent plenty of grain to the camp myself, but what I sent was refined grain." "So you're a righteous man as well?" The shopkeeper sighed. "I wouldn't dare claim such a title. I'm a local; Suihuang Plain is my home soil. Now that invaders have come, I can't help with much else, but this bit of grain I can afford!" "Well done!" Pan Dehai stared at the shopkeeper for a long moment, then nodded. "I heard your son is in the army, and serves as a battalion commander?" The shopkeeper was taken aback. "You even know that?" Pan Dehai nodded. "I'm acquainted with quite a few people in the camp. They're craving this very millet porridge. Just sell it to me." The shopkeeper sighed. "Didn't I just say? It's not that I refuse to sell, but that I don't have that much millet. If you buy refined grain, even fifty thousand jin is no problem." Pan Dehai rubbed his walking cane. "What Suihuang Plain produces most is millet. You don't lack rice, yet you specifically lack millet—that doesn't make sense, does it?" The shopkeeper bristled. "Do you think I'm intentionally turning down your business? My millet sold out; I have no stock left. What's wrong with that?" Pan Dehai adjusted his round-framed glasses and smiled. "Sold to whom?" "That's none of your business, is it?" The shopkeeper stood up, preparing to call the assistant to see the guest out. Pan Dehai's fingertip twitched, and the door to the back parlor shut tight. No matter how the shopkeeper shouted, not a peep could be heard outside. The shopkeeper became somewhat frightened. "Guest, what are you doing?" Leaning on his cane, Pan Dehai came up close to the shopkeeper. "For a merchant to do business with whoever pays more is ordinarily beyond reproach. "But during war, some business cannot be done. That is the bare minimum of virtue! You must not forget what bloodline you come from!" The shopkeeper backed toward the door. "Everything I do is honest business! My account books are right on the counter—go look if you don't believe me!" Pan Dehai withdrew his smile, a wave of imposing majesty pressing down so hard the shopkeeper could barely breathe. "By rights, for a pest who colludes with the enemy like you, I should have killed you long ago. But with a great enemy before us, I don't want to sow panic. "Who did you sell the millet to? Where was it delivered? Tell me the truth while there's still time!" ... Li Banfeng and the Rickshaw Man found two more camps, but both were deserted. Looking at the scale of the camps, the Rickshaw Man deduced, "We've found five camps in all, varying in size. If these are five distinct encampments, when battle begins, the enemy will appear and vanish unpredictably, feinting east while striking west. Old Yao's bunch won't last two clashes." This was what his wife had called winning hearts being supreme. Only when the Rickshaw Man set down his rickshaw did Li Banfeng truly realize that this man had once been a renowned general on the battlefield! And a general of immense renown at that! The critical problem now was that they had only found abandoned camps, but couldn't locate where the enemy army actually was. Waving her antenna, Yuan Miaoping transmitted a message to Li Banfeng: "Old Pan replied. Just yesterday, someone transported grain to the enemy, two hundred li north of Huangtu Town, at a place called Tielong Haizi." Che Wushang had judged correctly—someone in Huangtu Town was indeed aiding the enemy! Li Banfeng praised, "Brother Che, I truly didn't misjudge you!" The Rickshaw Man took a deep breath. "Are we going?" "Of course! Didn't we search all this way just to find the enemy's encampment?" Li Banfeng unfolded his map and located Tielong Haizi. Just as the two were about to set off, the gold bar in Li Banfeng's pocket chimed. A'yu sent a message: "Old Seven, the Heavenly Maiden can't hold out any longer. The Boundary at Wuyouping is about to vanish." Li Banfeng pocketed the gold bar and said to Yuan Miaoping, "Can you deliver a message to the Peddler?" "Heroes Mountain?" Yuan Miaoping checked the signal. "That's going to be a bit tough. You'll have to wait a little while." "We'll talk as we walk." Shouldering Yuan Miaoping, Li Banfeng headed toward Tielong Haizi. Twenty li away from the camp, the Rickshaw Man called a halt to Li Banfeng. "We're almost there. Are we fighting or just watching? Give me an answer." Setting down Yuan Miaoping, Li Banfeng said, "Fight! We've made it right to their doorstep—not fighting would be bad manners!" The Rickshaw Man's body shuddered uncontrollably, and Yuan Miaoping shivered right along with him. "I reached the Peddler! Let me go home!" Li Banfeng relayed the news about the Boundary to the Peddler. The Peddler was remarkably calm: "If it's gone, so be it. Holding out until now was hard enough. I'll inform the Old Train shortly to prepare for battle." Lin Fojiao walked over to the docks. After turning it over in his mind, he ultimately decided to go have a look at Baishun County. "If I truly run into the Quenching Battalion, I'll stay and fight this war. Consider it destined!" Qiu Zhiheng happened to be heading to Baishun County as well. The boat was just about to depart when they suddenly spotted a warship billowing smoke and burning with flames limping back to the dock. This was a warship Qiu Zhiheng had dispatched to reinforce Baishun County—six in total had been sent. Seeing the state of this vessel now, it had been ambushed en route. Qiu Zhiheng leapt onto the warship and asked the captain what had happened. The captain was severely wounded. "Master Qiu, the Inner State attacked through Huantu Island! They're heading straight for the Underground City!" Qiu Zhiheng stood dumbfounded. PS: Why didn't the Shang State attack Baishun County? Why did they strike straight for the Underground City?