Chapter 1263 – Defeating Huang Song, Uniting Dongqing (Part 5)
Luo Yue thought about his lord’s explosive temper and instantly changed his attitude.
Not only did he feel less outraged than before, but he also felt a bit sorry for the local tyrant of Hujun.
Really, of all the times to dig your own grave, why choose now?!
It’s like rushing to get reborn without any delay!
Outsiders thought their lord was gravely ill, but those in the inner circle knew better—she was not only healthy but also boiling with rage and ready to take some heads! Faking illness as a clever plot to send Huang Song’s main camp into chaos? Now that’s some next-level trolling!
The dried fish fans had no choice but to kneel in applause, shouting 666 (a sign of appreciation)—just watch her carry the whole scene!
And guess what? Jiang Pengji was strutting around right under Huang Song’s nose with fifty thousand troops, setting up to ambush their retreat.
Cangzhou had suffered consecutive defeats, the situation becoming dire, so Jiang Pengji simply led her army straight for Cangzhou.
Officially, it looked like a direct attack on Cangzhou, but secretly, she was planning to divert north and ambush Huang Song’s base in Chenzhou via the Songhe River.
Huang Song’s troops had landed along the river and charged toward Cangzhou, their tens of thousands of troops blissfully unaware, getting lost in their consecutive victories. They wouldn’t even realize they needed to turn back to assist Chenzhou anytime soon.
Huang Song’s strength was deeply rooted in Haizhou, and his defense in Chenzhou—having only been managed for a year or two—was nowhere near as solid.
Jiang Pengji had earlier self-sabotaged under the guise of illness, spending her days in bed like she was serving a prison sentence.
But now, leading her troops outdoors, she was positively glowing with joy, the atmosphere around her relaxed and cheerful.
Dressed in her striking red and white armor, she galloped forward, the streamers on her helmet flattened against the fierce wind.
【I am a little steamed bun】: Don’t know why, but seeing the streamer look all excited reminds me of a goofy husky.
【Ten Years of Fragrant Sleeves】: Agreed, still a goofy husky getting some fresh air.
【Giggle giggle】: Yup, it’s like a husky that finally got out after ten years in the clink!
【Good Baby An An】: Stop it! Our streamer has her dignity, you guys! I can hardly appreciate her stunning beauty now. Just the other day, when I asked Tao Niang for streamer merchandise, they suggested a husky pillow instead—totally shattered my idol image!
【Seaweed Soup Bun】: Husky pillow? That’s nothing! I joined a husky fan group where we share tips on raising streamers!
Jiang Pengji’s streaming channel was well-known in their world, an official account was established to manage it, and her fan count had already soared past one billion. Combined across dimensions, it was at least fifteen billion—that’s some terrifying popularity!
Recently, when she deployed fifty thousand troops for counter-ambush, the official account cheekily changed its profile picture to her galloping on a horse, in her red and white armor, streamer fluttering in the wind, looking euphoric about finally catching a breath of fresh air. Hilarious to the max!
The new profile pic was a hit among the fans and ignited a trend for getting huskies to keep as pets that resembled the streamer.
Jiang Pengji: “…”
She thought she was being cheeky, but compared to these dried fish fans, she was still a step behind.
Thanks to the antics of the dried fish crowd, her march wasn’t boring at all; it was quite lively.
“Oh man—this old back of mine is about to snap—”
“Jing Rong, come take a look—”
Yang Si, being pointed out by Jiang Pengji to join her troops, was having a rough time after eight days of relentless travel. The bad roads made the bouncing carriage almost jolt his guts out. To save his life, he chose to ride a horse, opting for the softest and most comfortable saddle, yet after a day, his legs felt weak like jelly. Not just his thighs were sore, but also his bottom and back, making him feel like he was pieced back together by someone!
After this battle, he finally understood his place in Jiang Pengji’s eyes.
Wei Ci could represent her to attend the Old Matriarch’s mourning in Hejian County, and Yang Si didn’t envy him, after all, he earned that privilege by risking it all. But why did Qi Guanrang get to stay frontline in Wanzhou to intercept Feng Jue’s troops while he had to scramble all over the frontlines?
Just because Qi Guanrang was crafty didn’t mean he wasn’t too!
He seriously didn’t want to follow Jiang Pengji around all the time—
Wei Ci was her little cuddle buddy, Qi Guanrang was her bestie, while he was—
A universal brick that just gets moved wherever needed!
Everything was fine, except he had zero rights!
Yang Si was full of complaints, having grumbled but he dared not voice them in front of Jiang Pengji, settling instead for surreptitious observations and occasionally giving her a pitiful look. Jiang Pengji ignored his theatrics, but the dried fish audience wouldn’t miss his act.
Some curious onlookers even counted how many times he’d have to act up before he caught Jiang Pengji’s attention.
The more they did this, the more Jiang Pengji ignored Yang Si’s gaze.
Yang Si: “…”
【Hugging oneself in sorrow JPG】
After getting enough rest, Yang Si stood up, supporting his hands on his knees, awkwardly shuffling a step behind Jiang Pengji.
With their cavalry advantage, they charged through Chenzhou’s border defenses.
From now on, every step had to be careful; this was enemy territory, and their supply lines were strained, so they could not afford to be reckless.
“It’ll take Huang Song at least half a month to even notice what’s happening!”
Yang Si estimated the distance between the two places, coming up with a rough figure.
“Half a month?” Jiang Pengji chuckled, rubbing her chin, “That’s just right! Let’s have some fun for these next two weeks; we came all the way to the Earl’s territory, and since we’re here, we must treat the host well. Wouldn’t it be disrespectful to go home empty-handed without doing anything?”
Yang Si secretly rolled his eyes while feeling a flash of sympathy for Huang Song for three seconds.
Treat the host well?
Their lord was about to turn Chenzhou upside down!
Chenzhou’s defense was weak, and the fifty thousand troops Jiang Pengji brought included a good portion of cavalry, the rest being top-notch elite fighters.
If they really cut loose, Chenzhou would crumble in no time.
Jiang Pengji’s maneuvering to ambush Huang Song’s rear in Chenzhou wasn’t just for expanding her victories or anything; let’s be honest—she was simply here to stir trouble.
While Huang Song was busy fighting up front, she was diving deep into his base.
What she was getting for free didn’t come without a cost; typically, it involved risking her life!
Relying on her mobility, Jiang Pengji really went all out—everywhere she went was like a whirlwind, running off with whatever spoils she could grab.
When the urgent news reached Huang Song, Chenzhou was already almost stripped clean by Jiang Pengji!
She packed up all the grain she could carry into her supply carts and simply tossed the rest to Chenzhou’s common people.
Unlike others, who’d likely destroy the harvested fields in acts of spite, Jiang Pengji wasn’t about that life.
Let’s leave the fertile fields for them; she’d still own Chenzhou in the end. One mustn’t go too far to the extreme.
“What?!”
Huang Song almost questioned if he was hallucinating. When did fifty thousand troops storm into Chenzhou?!
“Fifty thousand troops? Chenzhou?” Cheng Jing was the first to catch on, “Not good! Could these fifty thousand troops be the ones previously sent to support Cangzhou?”
