Chapter 1481: Hasty (Part 2) [Requesting Monthly Tickets]

No one expected that Yang Ying would send the enemy general away with a single arrow.

Everyone was momentarily stunned, but fortunately, they were all seasoned veterans and avoided making a fool of themselves. The two officers closest to where the enemy had fallen rushed forward and apprehended him, only to be astonished to find him still alive: "He didn't die from the fall?"

"It would be strange if they could die from the fall; they don't even know their own strength."

"Did you look that young just now?"

When we fought just now, the other person was clearly a middle-aged man in his thirties or forties, with thin cheeks, a hooked nose, high brows, and deep-set eyes. Just standing there, he exuded an aura that kept strangers at bay. The one lying on the ground looks very similar, but his features are obviously younger, with fuller cheeks. Judging from his appearance alone, he looks to be only eighteen or nineteen, somewhere between a naive teenager and a mature young man.

Why ask so many questions?

His colleague, who had come with him, first kicked him in the shin, then kicked the man who couldn't get up hard on the ground, sending him flying and rolling several times. He flicked his long whip, which coiled around the enemy general's neck like a nimble venomous snake, and with a twist and a pull, dragged the man back.

Bound up tightly!

To prevent any accidents, the attacker's residence was sealed first.

As the enemy general regained his senses, the first thing he saw was himself a prisoner. His large, round eyes blazed with fury, radiating a murderous intent. He was about to speak when he suddenly lost his breath; his blood and qi surged in reverse, and a dull pain shot through his internal organs. He could only watch helplessly as he was led to a coffin as a prisoner. The officer binding him kicked him behind the knee, forcing him to kneel.

"My lord, the person has been delivered."

"How come it's alive? This is putting me in a difficult position." Sitting on the coffin lid was a young woman in her early twenties, with a high ponytail and wearing a simple round-necked robe. Instead of a ceremonial tiger tally, a bag of melon seeds hung at her waist.

She sat cross-legged on Shen Youli's coffin.

As he spoke, he spat out a few sunflower seed shells.

Clearly, she was not pleased that the enemy general was still alive.

The fact that someone is alive means Shen Tang has to find an excuse to kill them. Isn't that a waste of her time and energy? Her subordinates are becoming increasingly insensitive. As a military officer, shouldn't he cut off the head of an enemy lying there?

"Uh, then shall we drag him back and kill him?"

"So, my lord, you'll pretend you never saw him?"

Everyone pretended not to see that the enemy general was still alive.

Shen Tang smiled as she put the last handful of melon seeds into her mouth, deftly cracking out the flesh and spitting out the seeds. If the enemy general had better eyesight, he might have seen the melon seed shells scattered on the ground beneath the coffin—all the spoils of Shen Tang's night: "We've already dragged him here, why drag him back? Forget it, let him live for a while. I've already figured out how to use him."

The enemy general should have been furious at being so humiliated.

Even if it costs me my life, I will preserve my dignity; a scholar can be killed but not humiliated!

But when he saw Shen Tang sitting on the coffin, looking "restless," sometimes sitting cross-legged, sometimes sitting on the edge of the coffin and shaking her legs, an absurd and terrifying thought surged into his mind, even overpowering his anger—the young woman in front of him was Shen Youli!

If it weren't for Shen Youli, who would dare sit on the king's coffin lid?

Who would dare to casually eat sunflower seeds on the king's coffin?

This is not some kind of stand-in that the Central Allies were talking about!

Shen Youli was neither critically ill nor died; she was perfectly fine from beginning to end. If that's the case, how did the Allied scribes, using their methods, predict that the Kang Kingdom's imperial star was dim and its fortunes obscured? Had the methods of scribes failed? Or was there a more sophisticated scheme orchestrated by the Kang Kingdom?

No, there's also the Arrow of Time.

That woman surnamed Yuan is not the sole heir at all!

Was Yuan hedging his bets, or were Yuan's men secretly betraying the Allies? A jumble of thoughts swirled in his mind.

He said, "Shen Youli."

Lu Ji warned, "How dare you presume to use the name of my lord?"

Upon hearing this response, the enemy general was instantly overcome with the urge to strangle the Allied soldiers, and in his agitation, he even vomited a mouthful of blood.

He was truly frustrated.

As a military general captured by the enemy, the most serious injury he suffered was not from being hit by the enemy, but from the fall. The Time Arrow only temporarily returned his body to the state it was in 60 years ago. Although he had considerable strength at this time, he could not withstand falling straight down from a height of more than 100 meters. He survived the fall entirely because of his strong physique and thick muscles that cushioned a considerable impact on his internal organs.

Shen Tang said, "Let him shout if he wants. He's going to die anyway. Letting him die knowing why is my way of doing a good deed."

She didn't mind the enemy general's hostility towards her.

I was just a little surprised by the quality of these people.

"Didn't any of the Central Allied forces tell you what I look like?" Why do every defeated and captured general and scholar call out Shen Tang's name when they see her, as if it's some kind of automated procedure? This makes her feel like a failure. After years of hard work, she still can't make all her enemies recognize her. She spits sunflower seed shells into her palm and tosses them casually on the ground. "Or is it because I'm not standing high enough?"

If that's the case, then it is indeed her fault.

"Witch, you won't be arrogant for long."

Shen Tang chuckled: "Alright, alright, here's a new nickname."

In all these years, this is the first enemy to call her a witch.

She teased, "At least you're not a brat anymore."

The more nonchalantly Shen Tang laughed, the angrier the enemy general became. In his eyes, Shen Tang was highly capable, and even as a prisoner, he was still highly sought after. Shen Tang, while not exactly showing courtesy, shouldn't have humiliated him; after all, winning him over would be beneficial to Kang Kingdom. But Shen Tang was acting unpredictably, showing no intention of loosening his bonds or treating him kindly, and his words were full of disdain.

This would be intolerable for any proud and arrogant person! He completely abandoned the idea of ​​compromising.

Shen Youli didn't give him a chance.

"Ha, you may be arrogant for a moment, but wait—"

Shen Tang spat out the shell of the last sunflower seed in her mouth, looking down at him with disdain: "Waiting for what? Waiting for your night raid, a mix of real and fake attacks, to succeed? Or waiting for the spread of the disease you released in the chaos? Or perhaps waiting for your ambush to succeed?"

With each word she spoke, the enemy general's face darkened.

Shen Tang crossed her arms and sneered, "It's like an old sow wearing a bra, one outfit after another. Your skills are clearly terrible, yet you're both bad and love to play. Without me, who will treat you like placentas?"

Ignoring the enemy general's expression, she looked at "Xiang Zhao" and said, "Or are you hoping that you will use your identity as Xiang Zhao to infiltrate and cause trouble?"

Xiang Zhao, who had been knocked unconscious by Chu Yao, stiffened.

Gongyang Yongye hadn't expected Xiang Zhao to be involved. Without hesitation, he swiftly severed Xiang Zhao's arms, grabbed her chin with one hand, and looked up at Shen Tang with a questioning gaze, asking if she wanted her chin removed as well. The scholar, unable to perform incantations, was essentially crippled, with no hope of escape, let alone taking the opportunity to cause trouble.

Luan Xin's reaction time is naturally slow.

"you--"

Having just processed the information in Shen Tang's words, Gongyang Yongye had already finished, leaving the words he wanted to say stuck in his throat, unable to be uttered. He held back, then angrily flicked his sleeve, marking Gongyang Yongye as worthy of a debt. Martial arts masters have plenty of ways to restrain people; why dislocate someone's arms? They can put them back in place, and they'll get used to dislocating them in the future.

Gongyang Yongye: "..."

He looked down and met Xiang Zhao's angry gaze.

He said calmly, "This is an old habit of mine that I've had for many years."

Gongyang Yongye explained that the method of incapacitating the person rather than killing them outright was the result of his years of self-cultivation and practicing medicine. In the past, he would have simply beheaded them.

His old friends and patients can attest to this.

Xiang Zhao said, "It was my carelessness."

She never imagined that someone had tampered with her body.

The old man who possessed her wasn't as useless as she had imagined.

At this moment, Chu Yao tore the literary monogram from her waist, shattered it with his palm, and wisps of literary energy dispersed into the world, revealing the object hidden within. It was a drop of pearly liquid, the size of a little fingernail! When it appeared, almost everyone felt an indescribable sense of unease.

That sense of impending crisis shot straight to the top of my head.

It's like walking in the dark with countless wild beasts watching your vulnerable spots.

Everyone asked, "What is this?"

Chu Yao toyed with a drop of liquid enveloped in his scholarly aura. He remained silent, but everyone else thought of the same thing. They also realized what the Allied forces were trying to do using Xiang Zhao; the target of this drop was either their lord or Luan Xin, and Luan Xin was the most vulnerable to being poisoned!

The Central Allied Forces could not get close to Shen Tang, who was protected by the three armies, but it would be much easier to use Xiang Zhao as a breakthrough point—Luan Xin would be wary of outsiders but not of his students, and the Lord would not be wary of him either.

Chu Yao said, "It takes a while for an ordinary person to develop symptoms after contracting the disease, and during this time the pathogen in the body still has the ability to spread and infect. If I'm not mistaken, there are soldiers among the troops who attacked the camp tonight who haven't yet developed symptoms."

Once the fighting starts, who has the energy to figure out which one of them is sick?

These pathogens can enter the body through wounds.

The wounded soldiers' camps were the busiest places after the war. Who could tell which wounds were infected? If they weren't careful, the wounded soldiers' camps in the rear would be the first areas to experience an outbreak of disease. With medics in short supply and wounded soldiers suffering from both physical and mental exhaustion, how could they possibly survive if the disease took advantage of the situation?

Chu Yao glanced at the enemy general with a half-smile.

"General, how many elite troops did you have for tonight's raid on the camp?"

The enemy general's face turned ashen, and he remained silent.

Chu Yao knew that the other party had broken down: "If I may be so bold as to guess, are there any generals' private soldiers and retainers among these elite troops?"

Shen Tang clapped his hands and laughed, "What a brilliant scheme of using someone else to do the dirty work!"

Either the enemy general was at odds with the Allied leader, or his backers were unruly; he was secretly framed and pushed to his death. She chuckled, delivering a jab to his heart: "Everyone knows Qingyan is inconvenient at night, yet they still pushed you out. What excuse did the Allies give? Is it that the general excels at direct assaults? That his speed is unmatched and he can escape unscathed? Or is it that the Allied army is facing a shortage of capable men, leaving the general to shoulder the burden and turn the tide?"

With each word she spoke, the other person's face darkened.

What's even more infuriating than her nonsense is that she guessed correctly.

Shen Tang scoffed, "How old are you? How can you still be so naive? You think your boss is talking nonsense just because he praises you? He only talks nonsense! Of course, I'm an exception."

There's no other leader in the world like her who's worked for free for over a decade. Sometimes, Shen Tang even felt the urge to file for labor arbitration. But the thought that the defendant in the arbitration and the person presiding over the hearing and making the ruling made her give up the idea; she knew she couldn't win such a case.

The enemy general, realizing he had been outmaneuvered, was so enraged he vomited blood.

Shen Tang did not let him off the hook either.

She said, "Actually, there's no need to be so angry. Even if you weren't killed by your own Allied forces, your soldiers would have died anyway. Since they're going to die either way, there's no need to worry about who kills them."

The enemy general swallowed the sweet, metallic taste in his throat: "What do you mean?"

Shen Tang made a walking gesture with two fingers: "While the general was hiding behind the clouds, furtively thinking about the best time to strike, I had already sent men ahead of time to intercept and kill your night raiding troops. In accordance with the principle of eradicating evil completely, and for the safety of our soldiers, tonight, not a single one of these people will be spared, they will all be executed!"

The enemy general was suddenly stunned.

He turned his head in disbelief toward the direction of the ambush.

It's unclear when it started, but the horizon beneath the inky black night began to glow with specks of orange light. It wasn't the rising sun breaking through the darkness; it was fire! Fires had been set on multiple fronts of Allied forces.

Whether it was the main force or the bait used to distract the Kang Kingdom's troops, they were all exposed! From this, it can be inferred that the white banners in the Kang Kingdom's army and the hastily prepared Huangchang Ticou were all illusions to lure the allied forces into a trap: "...There really is a traitor among them."

The enemy general immediately realized who the traitor was.

That's the scholar Wenxin, who's skilled in astrology!

It was his information that misled everyone in the Allied forces!

Caught in a mental storm, he even forgot that the scholar, a member of a prominent central family, was a staunch supporter of the iron-fisted family ideology. Such a person might betray the allies, but he was unlikely to side with Shen Youli, because Kangguo was more inclined towards the scholarly ideology.

The two sides have a fundamental conflict in their ideologies. This is not a simple ideological or moral dispute, but is essentially a class struggle.

Shen Tang slapped the coffin lid.

The secondhand coffin shattered with a crash.

He shouted, "How dare you! How could my Lord Shang be a traitor!"

No one can slander Wu Hui's innocence.

Wei Shou stared wide-eyed with heartache, regretting that his most beloved coffin was now ruined, yet he couldn't vent his anger on Chen Tang.

If he gets angry, Chu Yao can cut ties with him the next minute.

Wouldn't that just benefit that scoundrel Chu Jie?

Wei Shou swallowed the grudge of the coffin.

Chu Yao looked at the drop of pearly liquid in his palm and asked for instructions on how to deal with it. Shen Tang thought for a moment, then used her martial energy to ignite it and burned it away without hesitation: "This stuff is harmful to people!"

Burn it, and it'll end it all.

The enemy general was killed on the spot.

However, his head still has some use, so we should keep it for now.

Looking at Xiang Zhao's arm hanging unnaturally, Shen Tang felt a surge of anger: "Let's give them a taste of their own medicine."

Wouldn't it be a waste not to use Yuanliang's way of the scholar?

Taking advantage of troubled waters isn't something only enemies do.

"...Opportunity knocks but once, anyone want to give it a try?" Shen Tang said, but her eyes were on the unpaid handyman Gongyang Yongye. "I think Lord Junhou's acting skills should be pretty good."

Gongyang Yongye was so angry he wanted to roll his eyes to the top of his head.

How can a person be so shameless?

He took a deep breath, about to agree, when Shen Tang, who had just been grinning and mischievous, suddenly turned deathly pale, grabbed the nearest Ji Moqiu, and coughed up a mouthful of blood in front of everyone. This sudden turn of events nearly stopped everyone's hearts: "My lord!"

Shen Tang wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand.

He smiled and said, "It seems I have to take charge personally."

She shook her head at Chu Yao.

"Nothing serious, Wuyou was just killed."

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What's the most devastating thing?

I was babysitting for someone for half a day, and then while the child was in the bathroom, he took off his diaper and grabbed a handful of poop to draw on the window.