Chapter 632: Pacifying Sibao County (Thirty-Four) [Requesting Double Monthly Tickets]
"How dare you, you little thief!"
The sight of General Jiang provoking Qian Yong caught the eye of a military officer who had rushed over. Enraged, the officer roared, his shout sending sand and stones flying everywhere. General Jiang, however, didn't even bother to lift an eyelid, letting out a soft snort.
Ignoring the warnings, he gripped his sword with both hands and charged forward.
Qian Yong stood there, his expression indifferent.
It wasn't that he was confident he could kill General Jiang with a single sword strike—in fact, judging from the aura General Jiang exuded, his own strength was slightly weaker than the other's, and his aura wasn't as sharp either; he would be at a disadvantage in a real fight. The reason he dared to stand still and remain calm was entirely because he was very clear about his identity and knew that someone would fight for him.
General Jiang didn't know Qian Yong's identity, but judging from the latter's imposing manner, he vaguely guessed that this man was no ordinary person and was definitely an influential figure under Qian Yong. The head of such a person was extremely valuable, and General Jiang was already thinking about taking another severe head. Even if he couldn't kill the man before him, seriously injuring him would be a good way to show Qian Yong his power.
He roared, "Die!"
The martial energy burned brightly, like a blazing sun descending upon the world.
Thump!
Unsurprisingly, the attack was blocked head-on by the arriving general, who used all his strength to force the aggressive General Jiang back several steps. Once General Jiang had stopped, he looked closely at the newcomer and narrowed his eyes. The general before him was young, fair-skinned, beardless, and had upright features; he looked no more than thirty years old. Although a grown man, his appearance still retained a youthful air. At this moment, he glared furiously at General Jiang, who had attempted to assault his lord.
"Old man, what's your name?"
The military officer spoke, but his voice was not deep.
On the contrary, he has a youthful clarity.
General Jiang chuckled and said, "Your grandfather."
The military officer, however, remained calm and composed.
In terms of age, General Jiang was indeed old enough to be his grandfather. He retorted sarcastically, "Grandfather? Ha, old man, we cherish the old and pity the poor, and we do not wish to kill an old man. If you know what's good for you, you might as well end your own life, and perhaps you can be left with a whole corpse."
He stood in front of Qian Yong, his aura locked onto General Jiang, knowing that any movement from the latter would be met with a storm of killing blows!
General Jiang was most bothered by people saying he was old.
How did he get so old?
He can still wield a sword, ride a horse, go to the battlefield, and kill people; he is in no way inferior to a young man!
"Give it a try!"
His gaze, however, was fixed on Qian Yong behind the military officer.
The fact that this person could be protected by such a powerful young military general suggests that he is not simply a high-ranking decision-maker. Could it be—General Jiang pondered for a moment, and a bold guess emerged in his mind—could this person be Qian Yong?
Then, his voice boomed like thunder—
"Qian Shuhe, prepare to die!"
With a feint, he attempted to bypass the young general and head straight for Qian Yong. The young general was also quite skilled; he was startled, but the shaft of his spear had already bent nearly 180 degrees, thrusting towards General Jiang, forcing him to abandon his target, Qian Yong.
General Jiang didn't expect it to succeed this time either.
He just laughed loudly and said, "Good, good, good—you really are that little thief Qian Yong! Today, your grandpa is going to make a fortune!"
"Arrogant!" the young military officer said coldly.
With him protecting him, no one can harm his lord.
But he didn't know that General Jiang was shameless in battle and prone to fickleness. Even though his opponent was him, he was targeting Qian Yong at every turn. The young general dared not fail to return to protect Qian Yong, and for a time, he was caught in a dilemma.
"A strong wind rises, and the clouds fly high!"
The wind rises, the clouds surge.
Fire gives birth and people die.
Lin Feng stood atop the flagpole, looking down from above.
The boy's slightly thin frame stood against the wind.
His gaze was resolute yet indifferent.
Every arrow aimed at her was blocked by the barrier of literary energy, falling to the ground without getting any closer.
Keep your eyes open in all directions and your ears attentive to all sides.
Dominate the battlefield and grasp the overall situation.
Although still young and inexperienced, its beauty is already beginning to show.
The wind fanned the flames, and the fire was already raging; how could it be stopped?
Lin Feng was still young, and his experience, knowledge, and literary talent were inferior to his enemy's. At this moment, more than a dozen fire dragons rose with the wind, soaring through the clouds, leaping from one place to another like dragonflies skimming the water. Water dragons rushed out to attack them, but the fire dragons were fearless. In just a short while, the orange-red light of the camp merged and transformed into a raging sea of fire.
Seeing this, Lin Feng secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
Because the people who made the move were Kang Shi and, unexpectedly, Ning Yan, she and Ning Yan exchanged a quick glance and understood each other.
With these two in charge, we have nothing to worry about.
On the battlefield, screams, shouts of battle, and the clashing of weapons filled the air. The enemy scholars, seeing this, wore grim expressions. They all sensed that both attacking forces contained formidable scholars. The weaker ones were manageable, but the stronger ones posed a threat. Their own forces were also uncertain, making an effective counterattack difficult. They suspected—
They've been poisoned!
Seeing this, Qian Yong disregarded his lord's dignity, abandoned his spectatorship, and immediately engaged General Jiang in combat. The young general, alarmed, deflected his spear thrust at General Jiang, shouting, "My lord, no—"
Qian Yong said, "Why not?"
It's not like he can't fight.
Each of them individually could hold their own against General Jiang, let alone when they attacked together, instantly suppressing the arrogant General Jiang. The latter, after all, was old; killing him within fifty moves would have been no problem.
only--
It seemed that fate was deliberately making things difficult for Qian Yong.
"Complete fabrication, a complete upheaval!"
Two avatars burst forth from Ning Yan's body.
One of the targets was General Jiang.
The latter felt a sudden relief from the pressure and breathed a sigh of relief.
Thank you!
"No need."
With Wen Xin's one-on-one assistance, General Jiang, carrying his greatsword, felt his old arms and legs were back to normal! His slightly weakened martial spirit totem seemed to have been injected with chicken blood, and he provocatively said to Qian Yong and the other man: "You can't kill me in a short time, hehe, but how long can your ragtag soldiers last in 'a short time'? Well, that's hard to say."
Qian Yong was so angry he wanted to explode on the spot.
But what really made him want to explode was something else.
Seeing everyone fiercely vying for kills, Yu Zi realized she couldn't compete with Lin Feng, let alone the seasoned veterans like Kang Shi. As a scholar from the literary world, if she wanted to break through, she had to find another way. Gritting her teeth, she had her ten scouts recruit twenty men. While everyone else was engrossed in the battle, they secretly infiltrated Qian Yong's troop logistics area—a location discovered by that very scout…
"Hey, let's see how long you can keep up this arrogance now that you're out of food..."
Although the supplies were of paramount importance and were heavily guarded, the fires in other parts of the camp were too large to be contained without immediate extinguishing, and would eventually spread to this area. Many troops had been diverted to fight the enemy and put out the fire. Yu Zi took out a tinderbox, opened it, and blew on it lightly, and the sparks turned into a cluster of leaping flames.
It was reflected in her excited eyes.
Military merit, military merit, she's here!
Her fate is in her own hands, not in the hands of heaven, and certainly not in the hands of Kang Jishou!
Don't even think about warding off Kang Junshi's bad luck!
_(:з」∠)_
I'm stuck on this writing block. Looking at the title numbers makes me inexplicably anxious.
I went to the hospital today, Tuesday, to see my leather jacket. It looks like it's recovering well, and I should be able to go home in a few more days once it stabilizes... Sigh, being hospitalized on New Year's Day is something else.
(End of this chapter)
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