Chapter 82 After the Society's Death
The morning in Liangzhou City was no longer as lifeless as usual; instead, it had an eerie... "vitality."
Since last night's thrilling "showdown," Jiang Mianmian has finally come to a complete understanding.
Now that his disguise has been exposed and Shen Jin has seen through his thoughts, what's the point of pretending? What's the point of acting?
As the saying goes: If I have no shame, no one can embarrass me.
This is what they call "giving up in despair".
The main hall of the Marshal's Mansion.
Shen Jin was convening an emergency military meeting with his generals. Jiang Zhan, Jiang Li, and several veterans who had crawled out of piles of corpses were all present, and the atmosphere was serious and solemn.
“Your Highness,” a general with a full beard said, bowing, “Although the Northern Yan army has retreated, they will surely return. Our army is short of troops and supplies, and holding out is not a long-term solution.”
“Yes,” another lieutenant said with concern, “and the Northern Yan cavalry are fierce and skilled in battle; our infantry are no match for them on the plains…”
Just as everyone was frowning in worry, a series of heavy footsteps suddenly came from the doorway.
"Thump, thump, thump."
The sound didn't resemble a woman's footsteps; it sounded more like a giant beast surveying its territory.
When everyone turned around, their eyes nearly popped out of their sockets.
The Regent's Consort, Jiang Mianmian, was dressed in a tight-fitting black outfit, her hair tied up high, and in her hand... she was actually carrying a Xuanhua axe that weighed at least eighty pounds!
I just grabbed it from the training ground.
She didn't walk in gracefully as usual, but instead carried an axe bigger than herself and strode across the threshold. Her imposing presence was even more fierce than that of the generals present.
"Your...Your Highness?"
Jiang Zhan was so frightened that his beard trembled. "What...what are you doing? This axe...it's heavy! Put it down! Don't hurt your back!"
[Heavy my ass.]
This thing is barely usable. Compared to the modified chainsaw I used in the apocalypse, this feels nowhere near as good.
Shen Jin sat in the main seat. Upon hearing this thought, the corner of his mouth twitched almost imperceptibly, but he did not stop her. Instead, he looked at her with indulgence.
Jiang Mianmian walked to the center of the hall and slammed the large axe to the ground.
"boom!"
The hard blue brick floor shattered instantly, and the axe blade embedded itself deeply in the ground.
The entire room fell silent.
"Generals," Jiang Mianmian dusted off her hands, looked around, and gave a bright, yet chilling smile, "I overheard you saying outside that we don't have enough troops? That we can't defeat the Northern Yan cavalry?"
The bearded general swallowed hard. "Yes...yes. Your Highness, you may not know, but those Northern Yan cavalry..."
"No need to know."
Jiang Mianmian interrupted him, pulled the large axe from the ground with one hand, and twirled it in her hand beautifully. "It's not about the quantity of soldiers, but their quality. It's not about the bravery of generals, but their... ruthlessness."
"From today onwards, I'm not pretending anymore."
She looked at Shen Jin, her eyes flashing with an arrogance befitting a "max-level boss":
"That's right, I'm that strong."
"Since you think we can't hold on, let's change our strategy. We're not going to defend anymore."
The generals: ? ? ?
"Don't defend? What then? Surrender?"
"surrender?"
Jiang Mianmian sneered, and pointed her large axe sharply at the northern sky, "We—attack!"
"Tonight, I will take you to give that Young Master Xiao Yi a... return gift."
...
Half an hour later, at the martial arts training ground.
The generals who had initially strongly opposed the "delicate princess" participating in military operations were now gaping in disbelief, as if they had witnessed a miracle.
Jiang Mianmian stood in the center of the training ground, pointed to the heavy gate used to test strength, and said to a burly soldier beside her:
"You, go and pull it up."
The burly man's face turned red, and he strained with all his might, but the heavy brake remained unmoved.
"No, Your Highness, it's too heavy!"
"Get out of the way."
Jiang Mianmian walked over and stretched her wrists.
It's been too long since I've stretched my muscles; I hope I don't get rusty.
[Chen Jin is watching. She has to be handsome! She has to be cool! She has to let him know that his princess is not only good at warming his bed, but also capable of lifting heavy loads!]
Shen Jin stood on the reviewing stand, listening to her little scheme, his eyes full of smiles.
Jiang Mianmian took a deep breath and gripped the base of the slewing machine with one hand.
"rise!"
With a clear shout, the incredibly heavy gate was actually lifted slowly and steadily in full view of everyone!
She even raised it above her head and took two steps!
"hiss--!!!"
The gasps of the entire audience coalesced into a storm.
"Divine power! This is innate divine power!"
"The Princess is mighty! The Princess is so powerful!"
The soldiers' admiration reached its peak instantly. In the army, might makes right. Whether you're male or female, if your fists are strong enough, you're the boss!
Jiang Mianmian slammed down the heavy brake, clapped her hands, and looked at the group of generals who had just tried to persuade her to go back to the backyard to embroider:
"Now, am I qualified to participate in tonight's operation?"
The bearded general nodded vigorously, exclaiming, "Yes! Absolutely! Your Highness, you are our vanguard general!"
Jiang Zhan clutched his chest, feeling like he needed a quick-acting heart medicine.
“Li’er…” Jiang Zhan asked Jiang Li beside him, his voice trembling, “Your sister… she really wasn’t possessed by some powerful ghost or spirit?”
Jiang Li stared expressionlessly at her younger sister, who was dominating the training ground, and pulled out her diary:
"In the winter of the third year of Xuanhe, my younger sister no longer concealed her strength. She lifted the thousand-pound gate. That figure, that power, was simply the pinnacle of violent aesthetics. I used to think she was a delicate flower that needed my protection. Now it seems... she's a man-eating flower. But I like man-eating flowers too. As long as she can devour that Xiao Yi."
...
Night falls in the study of the Marshal's Mansion.
Jiang Mianmian was lying on the map, holding a charcoal pencil, drawing circles on the locations of the Northern Yan grain and fodder camps.
"Here, here, and here."
Pointing to the map, her eyes gleaming with wisdom, she said, "This is their Achilles' heel. As long as we burn their supplies, even the fiercest cavalry will become infantry, and the most ferocious wolves will become starving dogs."
Shen Jin stood behind her, looking at her focused profile.
Now that she had laid her cards on the table, she no longer concealed her knowledge and strategies. The tactical concepts she brought from "another world," though astonishing, were, upon closer examination, exquisitely ingenious.
"Special operations."
Shen Jin repeated the new term she had just used, "You mean, without a large army, just select a few dozen elites to sneak in at night and conduct a targeted demolition?"
"right!"
Jiang Mianmian snapped her fingers. "A direct confrontation is a poor strategy. Since we're outnumbered, we have to resort to underhanded tactics! Do you understand decapitation strikes? Do you understand infiltration behind enemy lines?"
This is the essence of modern warfare! A devastating blow!
I can't wait to see Xiao Yi's constipated face!
Seeing her excited expression, Shen Jin suddenly reached out and hugged her from behind.
"good."
He whispered in her ear, "Then it's your choice."
"Tonight, I'll go crazy with you."
"but……"
His hand mischievously pinched her waist. "If we win, how does Your Highness plan to reward me?"
Jiang Mianmian blushed. [We're still talking about serious business! Can't we be serious for once?!]
She turned around and poked Chen Jin's chest:
"If I win... I'll tell you what that 'airplane' and 'cell phone' really are."
He raised an eyebrow with composure.
This is indeed an attractive offer.
"make a deal."
Under the moonlight, two figures clung tightly to each other.
Without the barrier of secrecy, the couple finally revealed their sharpest fangs.
What awaits the Northern Yan army is an unprecedented, timeless nightmare...
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