In the vast and somewhat chaotic camp of the Great Zhou army, Zhou Jianjia sat upright in the commander's tent, feeling exceptionally happy.

She originally thought that there would inevitably be a thrilling, life-or-death final showdown between her and Song Xuan, a battle that would shake the heavens and earth, with both sides fighting with all their might, resulting in a chaotic and devastating battle.

But who could have imagined that fate, like a mischievous child, would cause Song Xuan to die inexplicably, while Wu Yunyin would dramatically return?

However, what Zhou Jianjia found even more disdainful was that Wu Yunyin's combat power was utterly insignificant, and the Wu Kingdom's army was as fragile as paper, collapsing at the first touch on the battlefield.

It all felt like a comedy specially arranged for Zhou Jianjia by fate, and she felt that victory was already beckoning to her.

Just as Zhou Jianjia was immersed in this smug mood, the old marshal Li Guangyi slowly walked into the camp with heavy steps.

His face was full of worry, like a dark cloud hanging over him. When he saw Zhou Jianjia, he bowed respectfully.

"Your Majesty, I must report a matter of utmost urgency. Our army's provisions are now exhausted, and we can only sustain them for two more days."

Upon hearing this, Zhou Jianjia merely raised an eyebrow and said nonchalantly, "What's so difficult about that? This is the land of Da Wu, not my Da Zhou. To me, these people of Da Wu are like weeds, their deaths are not worth regretting. If we don't have any food, we'll just plunder the surrounding villages and towns."

Her words were filled with cold-blooded ruthlessness; the lives of those ordinary people were as insignificant as ants in her eyes.

Upon hearing this, Li Guangyi's brows furrowed tightly, like two small mountains pressed together.

He was deeply dissatisfied, feeling that this was an act of inhumanity and injustice. However, facing the stubborn and self-willed monarch Zhou Jianjia, he dared not say anything and could only swallow his resentment.

Two days passed in the blink of an eye. As the food supplies were gradually depleted, an atmosphere of unease began to permeate the entire military camp.

The soldiers looked at the empty grain sacks with fear in their eyes, but Zhou Jianjia remained calm and composed. Without hesitation, she ordered her troops to plunder grain from the surrounding villages and towns, determined to bring back enough grain as soon as possible to relieve the immediate crisis.

At a single command, a large number of soldiers surged out of the camp like a tidal wave.

Their eyes were filled with greed and ferocity, like a pack of hungry wolves pouncing on an unsuspecting flock of sheep.

These soldiers, numerous in number, marched in a mighty procession toward the surrounding villages and towns.

Although Zhou Jianjia only ordered them to plunder grain and fodder, these soldiers, who were already lax in military discipline, became like wild horses once they were no longer restrained, committing all sorts of atrocities, including burning, killing, looting, and pillaging.

The village was thrown into chaos. Cries and screams filled the air, flames shot into the sky, and the stench of blood permeated the air.

This scene was completely unexpected for Chen Zhennan. He stood on a distant hill, looking at the village shrouded in war and crime, his heart filled with disappointment and anger.

I thought Zhou Jianjia would be different from Wu Yunyin, but I never expected her to be such a heartless person who would commit the same unforgivable mistake.

Chen Zhennan made a decisive decision to divide his three hundred well-trained warriors into thirty teams of ten men each.

"Brothers, we cannot stand idly by and watch these innocent people suffer such a fate. Whenever we encounter the Great Zhou army looting villages and towns, we must stop them without hesitation and not allow them to run rampant!"

Over the next two days, Chen Zhennan's thirty squads dispersed and decisively annihilated any Da Zhou army raiding villages and towns they encountered.

Two days later, Zhou Jianjia was anxiously waiting in her tent for the soldiers who had looted the grain to return.

She felt a little uneasy; so much time had passed, yet she hadn't received much good news.

Suddenly, a messenger rushed into the tent in a panic, reporting with a terrified expression, "Your Majesty, something terrible has happened! Most of the soldiers who went out to raid the grain supplies were killed by a powerful and never-before-seen hidden weapon. Very few soldiers were able to successfully bring back any grain supplies; the losses are devastating!"

Upon hearing this, Zhou Jianjia's eyes widened immediately. She slammed her hand on the table in anger and stood up.

"How is this possible? Those villagers from Dawu are just ordinary people who can't even kill a chicken. How could they have such powerful skills?"

They thought they could easily solve the food problem and continue to expand their gains, but the Wu Kingdom's army collapsed at the first touch. How could a group of ordinary people put on such a big show?

"Your Majesty, they are not villagers from the Wu Kingdom, but a group of black-clad cavalry. They are carrying a type of concealed weapon never seen before, which makes a loud noise. They also have a throwing weapon, which is small but can explode with great power."

Zhou Jianjia listened in disbelief. This was a large-scale military operation; what use could hidden weapons possibly be? And what's more, they were incredibly loud. How could something so loud be called a hidden weapon?

After a moment of contemplation, Zhou Jianjia ordered, "Send someone to investigate why there's still no news from the rear supply convoy. They must reach the camp within two days, or the quartermaster will be beheaded as a warning! Tell the soldiers to stop looting supplies to avoid being ambushed."

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

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After Zhou Jianjia's act of robbing grain supplies, Chen Zhennan quickly assembled his team.

With a wave of his hand, he led everyone on a detour and sped towards the camp of the Wu Kingdom's army.

In the Wu Kingdom's military camp, tents stood in rows, and military flags fluttered in the wind, as if telling the story of the cruelty and ruthlessness of war.

Zhang Xiao, who was in command at this time, was once a general under Chen Zhennan.

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