Chapter 79 Boom! Explode!

On the cliffs of Jue Long Valley, the cold wind howled.

Jiang Mianmian rode on her horse, her red clothes fluttering in the wind, holding a sizzling, smoking "homemade explosive pack" in her hand, her eyes flashing with a dangerous light.

[Northern Yan barbarians! Times have changed!]

Let me show you what "dimensional reduction attack" really means! Let me show you what "art is an explosion" truly means!

Go, Pikachu!

With a loud shout, she tensed her arm muscles and, taking advantage of her superior position, flung the explosive charge in her hand.

The dark, swirling object traced a graceful parabola through the air, landing precisely on the densely packed Northern Yan army ranks at the valley entrance—or more precisely, on the head of the enemy general who was still clamoring to "capture Jiang Mianmian alive."

"What is that?"

The general subconsciously looked up, but hadn't seen clearly yet.

"BOOM—!!!"

A small mushroom cloud rose into the air at the mouth of the valley.

The massive explosion shattered the wind and snow, and also shattered the eardrums of the Northern Yan soldiers. Flames shot into the sky, and debris flew everywhere. The dozen or so Northern Yan soldiers at the epicenter of the explosion were thrown back by the blast wave before they could even scream.

The warhorses were startled and neighed wildly, instantly blasting a gap in the previously orderly encirclement.

"Heavens...divine punishment! It's divine punishment!"

"Thunder! The ground cracked!"

The Northern Yan soldiers had never seen anything like it before. In their eyes, it was the wrath of the Thunder God, a form of sorcery!

Fear spreads faster than plague.

Inside the encirclement, Jiang Zhan and Jiang Li, who had already resigned themselves to death, were stunned by the sudden explosion.

Jiang Zhan stared wide-eyed, his beard stained with blood and snow, as he glared blankly at the towering flames.

"What...what kind of hidden weapon is this? Its power is terrifyingly strong?"

Jiang Li gripped the dull blade, and for the first time, a look of shock appeared in his lifeless eyes.

He looked up at the red-clad figure on the cliff.

That figure was so familiar, yet so strange.

That was... his frail, helpless sister who couldn't even bear to watch a chicken being killed?

"Why aren't you running?! What are you standing there for?!"

On the cliff, Jiang Mianmian held a makeshift megaphone and shouted hoarsely down below, "Dad! Brother! Lie down! Cover your ears! The second wave of deliveries is coming!"

After saying that, she took out two explosive packs from the cloth bag on the horse's back, lit them, and threw them!

"Boom! Boom!"

Two more loud bangs.

This time, the bombs targeted the archer positions on both sides.

The Northern Yan army was thrown into complete chaos.

"Get out! Get out now! This place is haunted!"

Just as the enemy was thrown into disarray, the sound of the earth trembling outside Jue Long Valley grew louder as it approached.

"kill--!!!"

A deafening battle cry rang out.

A torrent of black-armored soldiers, like a ghostly army emerging from hell, tore through the wind and snow and crashed into the rear of the Northern Yan army.

The leader was clad in heavy black iron armor, wielding a long spear, and had a face like that of a demon.

It was the regent, a cautious and prudent man.

"My brave lads! Follow me to fight the enemy! Save the Prime Minister!"

Shen Jin took the lead, his spear like a dragon, leaving men and horses in its wake. He was like a sharp knife, tearing a bloody path through tens of thousands of troops, heading straight for the center of the encirclement.

"It's the Regent!"

"The prince is here! Reinforcements have arrived!"

The besieged remnants of the army suddenly erupted with astonishing morale: "Brothers! Fight your way out! Reunite with the Prince!"

With inside and outside cooperation, plus the help of "heavenly thunder," the situation was instantly reversed.

...

Half an hour later.

The battle ended. The Northern Yan army, leaving behind thousands of corpses, retreated in panic.

Inside the Dragon Valley, corpses lay strewn everywhere, and the stench of blood was so strong it was nauseating.

Shen Jin dismounted and quickly walked to the rock.

Jiang Zhan and Jiang Li supported each other, both covered in blood, but thankfully they were still alive.

"Father-in-law! Jiang Shaoqing!"

Shen Jin stepped forward to support the swaying Jiang Zhan, saying, "I'm late."

"It's not too late...it's not too late..."

Tears streamed down Jiang Zhan's face as he clapped Chen Jin's hand, "Your Highness's presence... this old minister... this old minister can die without regrets..."

"father!"

A tearful cry came from the side.

Jiang Mianmian had somehow come down from the cliff. She jumped off her horse and charged over like a cannonball, throwing herself directly into Jiang Zhan's arms.

"Dad! You scared me to death! Waaaaah..."

Jiang Zhan winced in pain from her sudden attack, but his heart was filled with sweetness.

"Mianmian... my child..."

His hands trembled as he touched his daughter's head. "Why did you come here? This is a battlefield... It's so dangerous... Quick, quick, let's go back to the capital..."

"I'm not going back!"

Jiang Mianmian raised her head, tears streaming down her face, and still holding the fuse left over from when she threw the explosive charge.

"Anyone who dares to bully my dad and my brother, I'll blow them up!"

Jiang Zhan: "..."

Jiang Li: "..."

Jiang Li leaned against the side, looking at her younger sister, who was crying her eyes out while hugging her father, and shouting "Who will be blown up?" with mixed feelings.

Is the ruthless figure on the cliff just now the same person as this coquettish little girl in front of me?

"Mianmian".

Jiang Li asked in a hoarse voice, "Those...heavenly lightning bolts, were they your doing?"

Jiang Mianmian's body stiffened.

[Oh no! Our identity has been exposed!]

[I was having so much fun throwing them that I forgot to cover myself up!]

Her eyes darted around, and she immediately buried her face in Jiang Zhan's chest, switching into "nonsense" mode:

"No...it wasn't me...that was...that was a magic weapon given to me by the old immortal!"

"Yes! It's that old immortal who gave me the prescription in my dream last time! He said my filial piety moved Heaven, so he specially bestowed upon me a few 'palm thunderbolts' to save Father and Brother!"

"Really! I just threw it anywhere, I didn't expect it to make such a big noise... It scared me to death..."

Shen Jin stood to the side, listening to her clumsy excuse, his lips twitching slightly.

An old immortal?

This old sage has quite a wide range of businesses; he not only treats illnesses but also deals in weapons.

But he didn't expose him; instead, he nodded in agreement.

"Indeed. I saw it with my own eyes. A golden light flashed in the Queen's hand, and then heavenly lightning descended. This is... a blessing from heaven for a great undertaking."

Jiang Zhan and Jiang Li exchanged a glance.

Although they found the whole thing a bit outrageous, the facts were undeniable. If it weren't for those "heavenly lightning bolts," the father and son would definitely be dead here tonight.

"Okay...okay!"

Jiang Zhan was deeply moved. "My Mianmian is truly a blessed person! Even the gods are protecting her!"

Jiang Li gave Shen Jin a deep look, then glanced at Jiang Mianmian, before tucking the bloodstained purse back into her bosom. She silently added to herself:

"My sister seems... to have gotten stronger. She can unleash lightning. Does she not need my protection anymore? No, she needs it even more. Because the way she unleashes lightning is so cute, she'll definitely attract more covetous eyes. I need to become stronger."

"Alright, we shouldn't stay here any longer."

Shen Jin interrupted the family's heartwarming moment, saying, "Although the Northern Yan people have retreated, their main force remains intact. We must withdraw to Liangzhou City as soon as possible to rest and regroup."

“Mianmian,” he looked at Jiang Mianmian, “you…”

"I'll go with you!"

Jiang Mianmian wiped away her tears, her eyes resolute. "I am the Regent's Consort, and also a daughter of the Jiang family. You think I can leave now? Not a chance!"

[Just kidding, we're already here, how can I go back without beating that Xiao Yi until he's begging for mercy?]

[And... I still have some good stuff in my storage space that I haven't taken out yet!]

Shen Jin looked at her and smiled.

"good."

He reached out and pulled her to his side, standing shoulder to shoulder with her.

"Then... together."

Amidst the wind and snow, the group helped the wounded and retreated towards the interior of the pass.

Although the road ahead remains treacherous, and the war has only just begun.

But at this moment, as the Jiang father and son looked at the two figures walking side by side ahead, an unprecedented hope arose in their hearts.

Perhaps, this era of great hard work is truly about to change.

And at the heart of that change lies this seemingly eccentric yet consistently miraculous thing—

The "Goddess" Queen.