Lin Feng ignored Su Shiyilu's sour face.
He laughed and said, "General, you must protect me well."
Su Shiyilu: "..."
The disgusting level of these words went beyond the level of eating excrement; it was like prying open his mouth and forcibly pouring excrement into it. Su Shiyilu conceived the idea of killing Lin Feng right there. An enemy doesn't necessarily have to be killed by oneself; using someone else to do the dirty work is also acceptable.
Either way, death is inevitable; as long as the person dies, that's all that matters.
The intercepted enemy general, having failed in his first attempt, still wanted to pursue.
Su Shiyi Lu, however, could not let him do this.
Without hesitation, he flashed to Lin Feng's side and with a single spear thrust sent the charging enemy general flying. Whether Lin Feng lived or died was unimportant; what mattered was that if Lin Feng died, he could escape unscathed. Until he was fully prepared, Lin Feng's life was still in his own hands.
Lin Feng did not continue to provoke Su Shiyilu.
Seeing him approach, he said in a low, brief voice, "Take me away!"
Almost simultaneously, the barrier used by the Northern Desert forces to contain the fire shattered with a crack. Judging from the direction in which the cracks spread, it was likely the work of the retreating generals from Wuzhou. The fire seemed to be simmering with rage; after the barrier collapsed, it unleashed a tidal wave of flames several meters high, mercilessly engulfing the nearest warehouses and then ruthlessly burning down the soldiers fighting the fire.
As soon as Lin Feng said "retreat," Su Shiyilu didn't hesitate at all. He grabbed her by the collar, hoisted her onto his shoulder, feinted at the pursuers, and rushed into the flames. The enemy generals, of course, wouldn't let the two go so easily and immediately gave chase.
"One should live to be an outstanding person—"
Lin Feng endured the discomfort in his stomach.
The amplification spell was applied to Su Shiyilu again.
She suspected that the other party was taking the opportunity to get revenge on her!
As for why she didn't run away herself?
Firstly, her literary energy was exhausted, and even her literary palace was reduced to a mere wisp. Awakening the special grass seeds hidden in the provisions was difficult, almost draining her dry. Secondly, even if she still had literary energy, with various amplifying spells around her, her running speed would hardly match that of a martial arts master. If she and Su Shiyilu went their separate ways, given the latter's nature of wanting her dead, she would definitely try to shake her off, or even lure the enemy to her side. Lin Feng didn't want to die here.
Between two evils, she chose the lesser one, and she tolerated this!
Su Shiyilu is clearly not a good-tempered person.
He deliberately avoided the fire, heading straight for his main force. Lin Feng could only barely use his remaining spiritual energy to protect himself from the flames. When they reunited with the main force that had broken through the encirclement, large sections of her hair were singed, and her skin was flushed red.
She crossed her arms to protect her head, which caused large blisters to form on her arms, and you could even smell the burning odor.
"Army, do not stop! Charge out!"
Seeing that Lin Feng remained silent, Su Shiyilu snorted coldly.
Two scholars, both from Wuzhou, accompanied the army. They had previously expended much of their literary energy assisting the main force in breaking out of the encirclement from the fire. Noticing Lin Feng's condition, they wanted to help, but hesitated to act rashly because their superior was Su Shiyilu.
Lin Fengwen was exhausted, and it would be difficult for her to keep up with the army's pace. For a moment, the two of them were in a dilemma.
Su Shiyilu naturally did not intend to let Lin Feng die now.
But it didn't say she couldn't suffer a fate worse than death.
"Follow me, or stay here and wait to die!" Su Shiyiru was more than happy that Lin Feng chose the latter, feeling a little relieved.
He hadn't forgotten that his nephew's head had been cut off and preserved with salt; such a vibrant child had died so young. It was already a sign of his rationality to refrain from revenge; how could he possibly serve his enemy so diligently? Heh, he'd better suffer the consequences.
Lin Feng showed no anxiety at being manipulated, nor even hatred or resentment. He simply stared intently at him and said, "General Su Shiyilu, you'd better think carefully about how long you can stay in the heart of the Northern Desert without supplies!"
How long can a brave martial artist endure without food or water?
Is he very familiar with the northern desert region?
Lin Feng shouted sternly, "Without me, you will all be buried with me!"
She brought this army to burn grain, giving them no time to prepare enough rations. The only resupply was through contact with a merchant surnamed Chen, obtaining intelligence from him to infiltrate the Northern Desert granary under the guise of escorting bribes and gifts. The food consumed during the operation was provided by the convoy, and for three days after successfully infiltrating the Northern Desert granary, the food was provided by the people at the granary.
How many days' worth of rations did Su Shiyilu's Wuzhou army have?
Can they return to Zhuyue Pass before they starve to death?
They're all dreaming!
Lin Feng looked at Su Shiyilu, whose face was even blacker than a stinking ditch, and the pleasure in his heart overwhelmed the burns on his arm. Su Shiyilu glared at Lin Feng with murderous eyes, but he also knew that the other party really held his life in his hands, and the issue of food supply was critical.
"What are you looking at? Can't you see the strategist is injured?"
Su Shiyilu was so embarrassed and angry that he forced himself to say those words.
The scholar from Wuzhou who was criticized by him suffered an undeserved disaster.
All the generals knew he was in a bad mood, and no one dared to provoke him. The two scholars divided the work: one continued to command the soldiers and troops, mobilizing their morale to fight their way out, while the other used his limited literary energy to help Lin Feng stabilize his breathing.
Lin Feng's literary skills have reached a high level, and his literary energy is recovering at an extremely fast pace.
In just a few breaths, the discomfort in my chest subsided.
Su Shiyilu chose to stay out of sight of the enemy and went to cover the rear, blocking the pursuing enemy troops, while leaving the front to his subordinates.
Lin Feng was carefully protected in a safe position.
The fire burned for a full night.
The granary camp was completely destroyed.
The army fled dozens of miles away, and could still vaguely see that the sky above the location of the granary camp was reddish-white. The fire was completely out of control, and most of the soldiers guarding the granary in the northern desert, except for those with martial aura protecting them, would probably not escape death.
As the sun rose, the heavy darkness of night finally faded away.
Su Shiyilu slowly descended from the sky.
The soldiers were resting and recuperating in a secluded place.
Lin Feng casually found a spot to lean against. She heated the dagger over the fire for a while, let it cool, and then used it to cut off the charred skin from her arm. Blood dripped and splattered, some onto her clothes, some into the mud. After treating one arm, she bit one end of the torn strip of cloth and held the other end in her hand to tightly bandage the wound. After finishing, she did the same to the other arm, remaining expressionless throughout the entire process.
These wounds are small and can be healed by gentle healing.
It's just that some ugly scars are inevitably left behind.
You can go back to the medical department and see a doctor there to handle it.
Su Shiyi watched indifferently from the side. Although Lin Feng didn't say a word, beads of sweat rolled down his forehead one after another, washing away the ash on his cheeks and revealing his original fair skin: "Have you seen enough?"
Su Shiyilu said, "That's ruthless."
Ruthless and merciless to the enemy, and the same goes for oneself.
Lin Feng casually grabbed a piece of cloth, wiped the blood off the dagger, and sheathed it: "A scholar who isn't ruthless will never grow up; even if he does, he'll only become a stepping stone for others. I accept the general's praise. Is there anything else?"
Su Shiyi Lu didn't beat around the bush.
"I want to see you scream in agony."
Was he in such pain when his nephew died?
Lin Feng said casually, "Oh, I've spoiled the general's mood."
Su Shiyi's murderous intent wasn't as strong as it had been the night before. She hadn't died last night, so it was even less likely she would die today. He decided to skip this unpleasant topic and ask about something else: "Why did the other warehouses suddenly catch fire before the fire barrier disappeared?"
What he really wanted to ask was why the fire went so smoothly.
Grain isn't so easy to burn.
They didn't even have any fuel for the fire, yet Lin Feng managed to let the fire spread to an uncontrollable extent in such a short time—it was too strange.
Ignoring the decorum of a scholar, Lin Feng bent his knees, resting his two injured arms on his knees, and leaned back lazily: "Because of the advance planning, the grain sent to the Northern Desert was not a free gift. Some inconspicuous special grass seeds were mixed in with the grain. After being catalyzed by literary energy, they can generate heat and oil. When the warehouse is burst open from the inside by the sprouting grass seeds, its 'oil' will heat up and spontaneously combust upon contact with the energy of heaven and earth, comparable to a powerful fire oil, with excellent effects."
Su Shiyi Lu: "...Does the Lord know?"
Lin Feng said, "Mm."
Su Shiyilu: "..."
This is beyond just being described as heartless.
Behind the scenes, they supported a merchant surnamed Chen in using money to infiltrate the Northern Desert, embezzling and accepting bribes, winning people's hearts, and using the other party's hands to buy and sell between Kangguo and the Northern Desert, making a fortune.
They gradually fattened up the appetites of people like the grain inspectors, inducing them to take risks for profit. They conspired with the merchant surnamed Chen to smuggle new grain from the Northern Desert granary, using old grain to fill the gaps, and then split the profit from selling the new grain. Not content with this swindling of the Northern Desert, they even instructed Lin Feng to add something to the old grain?
This guy has been wanting to burn down the granaries in the Northern Desert for a long time?
Lin Feng seemed to have seen through Su Shiyilu's thoughts.
He said, "My lord, you're not as ruthless as you think."
The lord's initial intention was simply to infiltrate the Northern Desert to gather intelligence. However, after Lin Feng met with the merchant surnamed Chen and they had a conversation, he had a change of heart—old grain is still grain, how could it be given away to those wolves and tigers in the Northern Desert for nothing? It can't be left to them even if it's burned!
The moment the thought crossed her mind, her heart pounded.
Before an army moves, its supplies must be ready.
The importance of food supplies is beyond doubt.
If the old grain could be widely distributed throughout the granaries of the Northern Desert, could she do something with it? How could she burn all that grain? At first, she only wanted to burn the old grain, but soon she was not satisfied with that. Her lord had taught her that if you're going to dream, you should dream big!
What if it happens?
It's a great deal, a huge profit.
According to the original plan, she should have waited for the Northern Desert granaries to transport grain to the front lines. Since she was already at the front, patiently waiting might have given her a better chance to act, and would have been safer and more secure. Perhaps, she could even use this opportunity to wipe out all the Northern Desert granaries in one fell swoop!
Su Shiyilu's lips twitched: "All the granaries?"
This dream was indeed grand.
Lin Feng said regretfully, "I just didn't expect the Northern Desert to launch its attack so quickly. The Chen family has only managed to get close to two of the major grain depots after years of effort. The factional struggles in the Northern Desert are far more intense and difficult to reconcile than we imagined. It's hard to take them all in one go..."
Each of the five granary camps had its own affiliation and stance.
If the Chen family were to come into contact with everyone, it would likely expose them—the higher-ups in the Northern Desert are incredibly greedy and would never tolerate their subordinates betraying them. They're willing to treat the Chen family as a source of wealth because they've tasted the benefits of a steady, long-term arrangement. If they were to discover that this source of wealth not only belongs to them but also to their political enemies, they might ruthlessly kill the goose that lays the golden eggs—if they can't have it all to themselves, then nobody else can have it either!
Lin Feng couldn't sit still after receiving the intelligence.
She was determined to get this military merit!
Su Shiyilu was speechless and choked with emotion: "What's the point?"
Lin Feng said, "Military merit!"
Su Shiyi Lu did not expect this answer: "Military merits?"
Lin Feng's usual behavior doesn't seem like that of someone who would be greedy for credit or act rashly.
In court, she is humble and polite to superiors, and kind and patient to subordinates, never vying for credit with her colleagues. Over the years, she has cultivated many good relationships and treated people with kindness, always maintaining a low-key and indifferent attitude towards fame and fortune. As the direct descendant of the Minister of the Imperial Secretariat, she is likely to inherit all of Chu Yao's political assets in the future. Apart from the future Crown Princess, who is still a distant prospect, no one of her generation can surpass her, or even be compared to her!
She never flaunted this title.
He was extremely strict with his family members and servants.
Who wouldn't praise it after seeing it?
This person, however, claimed that this action constituted "military merit."
Lin Feng: "If not for military merit, what are people living for?"
Su Shiyilu: "..."
Lin Feng: "My master rose to power and gained fame by stepping on the Northern Desert back then. As his disciple, I should naturally continue the tradition of our sect. The Northern Desert has practically delivered itself to our doorstep, so what's wrong with letting me kick it while I'm at it? After this battle, the world will know the name of Lin Lingde. How could I not be delighted?"
After hearing this, Su Shiyilu felt a tightness in her chest.
Because of her arrogance, her vivacity, and her overwhelming ambition—the kind of spirit unique to her age—his nephew would never have the chance to experience it. Whenever he thought of this, his heart was filled with unbearable torment.
Such a vibrant appearance, so beautiful.
Since his nephew died, the Ten Crows have been mired in internal strife and division, and were subsequently incorporated into the Crow State. Su Shiyilu has lost his former vigor, and his cultivation breakthroughs have become slow. He and Chu Jie were once evenly matched, with the latter only gaining a slight advantage due to his martial arts prowess. Now, the gap between them is widening, and it is becoming increasingly difficult for him to catch up.
Su Shiyilu knew the crux of the problem: it was a knot in his heart.
He has lost the spirit and fighting will he once had.
"Now that you've achieved your goal, are you ready to head home?"
Lin Feng said, "No."
Su Shiyilu was furious: "What are you planning to do now?"
Lin Feng: "There's also a granary."
Su Shiyilu sneered: "Last night's events will spread throughout the Northern Desert in the fastest time. You think you can infiltrate using the same method?"
Lin Feng said decisively, "There will be a way."
Even if they can't touch the large granaries, they can still intercept the troops transporting grain.
Since we're here, let's turn this place upside down!
Su Shiyilu could no longer tolerate it, but in the end, he endured it.
"what ever!"
Shen Youli deserves ten thousand cuts, but Lin Lingde deserves a thousand cuts too!
"Ah owe-"
Shen Tang sneezed several times in a row.
It was unstoppable.
Who's talking about me behind my back?
He rubbed his sore nose, took several deep breaths to suppress the itching, and finally sniffed: "Gong Xichou?"
Gong Xichou: "Mama, I'm right here."
"That must be that old man Su Shiyilu..."
Gu Chi had shared some gossip with her; her nickname among Su Shiyilu's entourage was "Ten Thousand Cuts." Of all the officials in Kangguo, Su Shiyilu was definitely among those who had the most complaints about her, yet they couldn't afford to openly confront her. Sigh, they just had to make do.
We can't just get a divorce, can we?
As for who is this "deadbeat" person?
Oh, Zheng Qiao.
|ω`)
Playing gold today was exhausting; I'd rather stay single.
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