A group of Hidden Sand ninjas, their foreheads adorned with their village headbands, moved cautiously through the forest. The Land of Fire's environment was suitable,
so the village had dispatched many such small teams to infiltrate the Land of Fire, hoping to disrupt Konoha's supply lines. As long as these supplies were destroyed, Konoha's war efforts would become increasingly difficult.
Just imagine, a war raging on the front lines, but with problems in the supply chain. What kind of situation would that be?
No medicine to treat the wounded, no ninja tools to resupply the front lines. The battling ninjas would lack proper weapons, and might even run out of food. This was the biggest problem.
Don't underestimate these enemy squads infiltrating the Land of Fire. Once they discover Konoha's transport units, they can inflict incalculable losses on Konoha.
The transport units responsible for delivering supplies were mostly composed of weaker Chunin and Genin, accompanied by one or two Special Jonin or Jonin. With such strength, it was very difficult for them to contend with infiltrating enemy squads.
These enemies infiltrating the Land of Fire were, at the very least, Special Jonin, and the vast majority were Jonin-level. Once they encountered a transport unit, a one-sided massacre would ensue. The transport unit members would be killed, and supplies destroyed—none of which Konoha wanted to see.
"Who?!"
Suddenly, the captain leading the squad felt a dangerous aura directly lock onto him. He was instantly startled, unable to believe that his squad's actions had been concealed well enough, yet they were still discovered.
"Prepare for battle!!!"
The squad consisted of four individuals: three Jonin and one Special Jonin. Their strength was considerable. If an ordinary patrol squad or a transport unit had encountered them, they would have been no match. Unfortunately, the one actively searching for them was Rong Lin.
"One. Two. Three. Four."
Rong Lin stood on a tree, deliberately counting them with his hand, then said disappointedly, "What's going on? Only four people, that's too few. How much military merit can I get from killing these?"
"Captain, you can exchange them for an A-rank ninjutsu and a large quantity of supplies."
The Anbu members searching for enemies alongside Rong Lin almost burst out laughing. Rong Lin had discovered the other party long ago, but deliberately spoke as he did,
clearly intending to add psychological pressure on the enemy. Although Rong Lin couldn't constantly keep his Mangekyo Sharingan and Byakugan active everywhere, he could still manage occasional observations.
Thus, the luck of this squad was not good. They were directly discovered by Rong Lin, who then led his people in pursuit. The other party, unaware they had been found, continued to advance cautiously.
"What a joke!! You truly underestimate us!!!"
The Hidden Sand captain sneered, preparing for battle. The opposing side had four people, and so did his own. He didn't believe his group was inferior to these Anbu from Konoha. What about Anbu? He'd killed them before.
"Oh, then I'd like to know, how should I hold you in high regard?"
Rong Lin directly removed the mask from his face, looking at the Hidden Sand ninjas with a half-smile.
"Uchiha Rong Lin!!!"
Rong Lin took off his mask, almost scaring the Hidden Sand ninjas to piss themselves.
Uchiha Rong Lin, the most dangerous individual on the battlefield, whose danger level had already surpassed Sakumo Hatake and Jiraiya. But why was he here, in the rear?!
Shouldn't he be on the front lines?
The faces of the four Hidden Sand ninjas turned incredibly ugly. Just moments ago, they had been confident in defeating their enemies, but now, they had lost all will to fight.
"Disperse! Run! Make sure to get the message back! Uchiha Rong Lin is extensively searching for our people in the rear!!!"
If Rong Lin searched for infiltrating enemies in the Land of Fire like this, the Hidden Sand Village's command could only recall those people. Infiltrators would have to act cautiously, for encountering Rong Lin would have only one outcome: death!
With such a massive potential threat, infiltration and sabotage became meaningless.
For example, right now, the four Hidden Sand ninjas, who had initially been full of fighting spirit, instantly lost all desire to fight after seeing Rong Lin's face.
What a joke. This guy could instantly kill even elite Jonin, let alone their own Jonin and Special Jonin-level strength.
In the eyes of these Hidden Sand ninjas, Rong Lin was simply the embodiment of the Grim Reaper. Anyone who encountered him would almost certainly die. How could they fight such an enemy?
"Heh heh... A bunch of cowards, losing their will to fight so easily."
Rong Lin chuckled, shaking his head. He waved his hand and said, "Stop them. Give me one minute, don't worry, your benefits won't be few."
"Yes, Captain!!!"
The three who were with Rong Lin, searching for enemy traces, burst out laughing and charged forward, intercepting the three enemies who wanted to flee.
Although military merit was typically awarded to whoever killed the enemy, it could be flexible during settlement. Rong Lin's words were direct: bring me all the enemies, and your benefits will not be few. How could the three not be happy?
It was not as easy for Anbu members to earn military merit as it was for front-line troops, and Anbu missions were very dangerous. Who wouldn't want to quickly increase their strength?
Becoming stronger not only meant being able to kill more enemies but also better ensuring one's own safety. Therefore, after Rong Lin spoke, the three roared and charged out, like a pack of wolves chasing prey.
During wartime, military merit was easiest to accumulate. As long as one survived the war, their strength would increase significantly.
Military merit was harder to obtain, so whenever there was an opportunity, Anbu members would strive for it. Of course, encountering a leader as strong and generous as Rong Lin (Li Wangzhao) was what everyone most wanted to see.
With guaranteed strength and safety, and the generosity to share military merit, they wouldn't have to worry about ending up with only a tiny contribution.
"...Are you very afraid of me?"
At this moment, the Hidden Sand squad captain, who had lost all his previous vigor and arrogance, stared at Rong Lin with a terrified expression, gasping for air, his breathing erratic. His hand gripping the kunai turned pale from gripping too tightly, and cold sweat oozed from his forehead and face due to tension.
It wasn't that he was timid, but that in the eyes of the Hidden Sand ninjas, Rong Lin was the embodiment of the Grim Reaper. Encountering him meant a near-zero chance of survival!!!
"Bastard!!! How is this possible!!!"
To embolden himself, the Hidden Sand captain cursed Rong Lin loudly. Unfortunately, it was all in vain.
"Sometimes, ignorance is bliss."
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