When You Held Power You Wanted Me Dead, Now That the Nation Falls You Cry for Me?

Eight years ago, Chen Zhennan transmigrated into a chaotic era, intending to live a simple life, but unexpectedly found a fallen empress.

In this turbulent world, the two became each other...

Chapter 41 I'm not afraid of death, are you?

Inside the carriage, Jiang Wenyu peered out through the crack and saw Chen Zhennan's figure growing larger and closer, like the Grim Reaper's scythe hanging overhead.

Despite his weakened state, Jiang Wenyu roared at the generals outside, "You, stop him! Kill Chen Zhennan!"

Outside the car, Chen Zhennan sat high on horseback, a cold smile on his face.

"Kill me? Don't daydream! Listen to me, the situation is settled. Those who do not retreat will die!"

The generals outside the carriage looked at each other, and half of them drew their swords and pointed them at Chen Zhennan.

"Alright! I'll remember you all. Dong Ning, send them on their way!"

"kill!"

Chen Zhennan's offensive was like a storm, and Song Yunyang's longsword danced in his hand like a ball of light and shadow, each strike accompanied by the enemy's screams.

Dong Ning followed closely behind, his gleaming silver spear striking like a viper's tongue, each strike hitting a vital spot with deadly accuracy.

The battle ended in less than two minutes. Apart from the five generals who died in battle, the rest of the men chose to surrender.

Chen Zhennan reined in the horse, looked down at the carriage, and waited expressionlessly.

The carriage door slowly opened, and Jiang Wenyu struggled to climb out, his eyes filled with anger and resentment.

Chen Zhennan dismounted, walked up to Jiang Wenyu, and pressed the tip of his sword against his throat.

"Jiang Wenyu, your game is over."

Jiang Wenyu's face was pale, and he was filled with a mixture of anger and fear.

"Chen Zhennan, how dare you be disrespectful to me! My army will not let you get away with this."

Chen Zhennan sneered, a hint of mockery in his eyes: "Jiang Wenyu, what can your 300,000 troops do now? Prisoners should act like prisoners, don't you think?"

"You want me, an emperor, to be your prisoner? Wishful thinking!"

Chen Zhennan shrugged, completely unconcerned about Jiang Wenyu's words.

"What you think or say doesn't matter. What matters is that I'm not afraid to die. What about you?"

No sooner had he finished speaking than Dong Ning suddenly ran over.

"Commander, their men are back!"