In the barracks, the veteran Lu Xirong was mending a tent. He looked up, his face stern, and scolded Monkey, "Keep it down! The camp must be quiet, no nonsense allowed, or the military police will string you up and whip you!"
Monkey, hearing this, gently slapped his own mouth. He stood beside Lu Xirong, bending over with his hands on his knees, struggling to catch his breath. Trying to appear mysterious, he asked, "Have you heard the news?"
Lu Xirong focused intently on patching up the tear in the tent, ignoring Monkey completely.
"Hey! I'll tell you anyway!" Monkey couldn't hold back, his eyebrows dancing with excitement as he exclaimed, "The commendation order has been issued! Lord Tamas has officially been promoted to camp leader!"
"Oh." Lu Xirong didn't even lift his head.
"How can you not get it?" Monkey dragged over a stool, sat close to Lu Xirong, and whispered slyly, "Isn't this a great thing?"
"What's good about it?"
