Chapter 1327 – Defeating Huang Song, Unifying Dongqing (68)
Amidst the swirling chaos and shifting allegiances at Huang Song’s camp, Jiang Pengji was basking in a lively atmosphere.
Of course, it was lively for everyone else; she had simply woken up naturally, stretching lazily in her bed.
The weather was gradually getting colder, and the blanket’s grip was tighter than ever, requiring her to exert quite a bit of effort to push this clingy little creature away.
Getting dressed, washing up, and starting the live stream, a new day began.
“Today is another day full of energy!”
The stowaway non-money viewers noticed Jiang Pengji’s unusually bright mood today, her smile shining brighter than the clear sky outside.
【When will the anchor get married】: Did the anchor find money today? That sentence earlier made me suspect you’ve been transported to another world.
【Witch Boiling Frogs】: Could it be that a long-held wish has finally come true and the anchor has given up on platonic love, dumping some frog?
With this said, people genuinely felt that today’s streamer was exceptionally “refreshed.”
After finishing breakfast, Jiang Pengji nonchalantly picked at her teeth with a bamboo skewer, her movements exuding a carefree flair.
She looked at the stowaway audience with a mysterious glint in her eye.
“Last night was indeed a fierce battle; the fighting was unprecedentedly intense, and the enemy crumbled like a house of cards.”
The viewers flooded the chat with playful comments like “Yo yo yo—”, “My anchor is amazing”, “Can I borrow a moment to speak?” and other such cheeky banter.
【Stowaway Non-Money】: How intense was the battle?
Jiang Pengji replied, “Blood was spilled everywhere.”
【Genius Guo Fengxiao】: Where’s the enemy now?
With a smirk, Jiang Pengji said, “They’ve scattered like leaves in the wind, utterly defeated. Last night was exhausting for them, and they are still recovering now.”
The old drivers, the stowaways, all shared the same knowing smirk; their anchor was truly bold!!!
【Old Driver Alliance】: Allow this old driver to speak a word: Anchor, you should be kinder to people; don’t be so ruthless.
【Keep It Up】: I got dumped twice today, and I still have to wish you guys happiness with tears in my eyes QAQ.
【Night Dance Flame Spirit】: Ugh, something feels off. Given the anchor’s temperament, she wouldn’t usually brag about something like this.
The live stream erupted into chaos, with stowaway viewers lamenting their broken hearts.
The power of the heartbroken army was immense; as the news of Jiang Pengji dumping a certain frog hit the headlines, it spread faster than the small internet stars could keep up with. With such a massive fan group, they realized too late that the server had crashed from the bombardment of comments.
Programmer: “…”
Is this my fault?
While Jiang Pengji was laughing and teasing the stowaway audience, she keenly noticed some commotion outside and quickly straightened her posture, adopting a serious demeanor.
“Lord, here’s the account of last night’s battle.”
Wei Ci and the others, who had been working late into the night, brought her the results just as she had woken up.
This included casualty numbers and damage reports, the latter to be recorded in the general accounts while the former would be dealt with after the war concluded.
How many were lost in the war?
Compensation and benefits varied by the gravitas of injuries and losses, so the workload was no small feat.
This was what Wei Ci would be managing moving forward, but he did so without complaint.
Back when Jiang Pengji entrusted him with the responsibility of post-war compensation, he understood how heavy a burden it was.
Jiang Pengji examined the details, finding the numbers of casualties and losses within acceptable limits.
Compared to her own losses, Huang Song must be feeling quite the pang in his heart right now, right?
She called for others and carefully inquired about the construction progress of the camps.
Not overly meticulous, but she nailed down the key points, and no one dared to be careless, ensuring an efficient workflow.
Han Yu said, “Huang Song’s ambush last night failed; he shouldn’t be moving troops in the next couple of days.”
“If he won’t act, then I will,” Jiang Pengji replied. “In war, it’s best to settle it quickly.”
Once winter sets in, fighting becomes difficult, and providing warm clothing for the soldiers becomes a significant expenditure.
Han Yu asked, “Does the lord intend to launch a preemptive strike?”
Jiang Pengji nodded in agreement; she didn’t want to engage in a prolonged war with Huang Song.
This year, Hujun had lost seventy to eighty percent of its grain production, and that loss pained her deeply. To avoid financial strain, she needed to find ways to save.
Han Yu said, “This is good; taking advantage of Huang Song’s declining morale, our troops can maintain the upper hand.”
Jiang Pengji also asked about the military training situation, and Xie Ze and others didn’t dare to slack off, giving her a thorough account.
By the time she wrapped up, it was already lunchtime. In the rear of the camp, the scent of cooking rice wafted through the air.
The stowaway audience witnessing it all was like: “…”
They finally realized they had been played by Jiang Pengji.
【Old Driver Alliance】: Anchor, you big tease! Didn’t you say there was going to be “blood splattering battles”? Didn’t you say “the enemy fled in disarray”? I thought I could borrow a moment to speak, but who would have thought that this ever-experienced old driver would flip the script right in the anchor’s hands!
【Stowaway Non-Money】: #Doghead, anchor, are you still as mischievous as ever, getting a kick out of this?
Clearly, it was Huang Song who ambushed her and got hit back, but in her words, it turned out so ambiguously that it led the old drivers to their fierce downfall.
【Fortune Abundant】: I can’t help but feel sorry for the poor programmers and the servers that met their untimely demise; they’ve been crashing all morning.
That’s just so unfair!
Jiang Pengji shrugged and lifted her hands in surrender.
Is it my fault?
Different perspectives lead to different interpretations; she spoke the truth, so who’s at fault for misunderstanding?
Watching the chaos unfold in the live stream, Jiang Pengji’s already bright mood climbed another notch.
Perhaps even the heavens couldn’t bear to watch, sending someone to stir up trouble for her.
With a cold smile, Jiang Pengji listened intently to the back-and-forth and asked those around her meaningfully.
“Are they trying to annoy Bo Gao, or are they trying to annoy me?”
The traitors who once disagreed with her were now “returning to the fold” and had sent someone to cozy up to her, hinting at assisting her in getting rid of Huang Song.
She had seen thick-skinned individuals before, but never this thick!
Sorry, in her eyes, there was no path back for “prodigals,” only a dead end!
Yang Si frowned and said, “Could it be that Huang Song sent them to feign surrender?”
Jiang Pengji replied, “Bo Gao knows my temperament; he wouldn’t do something so foolish. Even if he wanted to feign surrender, he wouldn’t choose these people.”
She and Huang Song had at one point indulged in a friendly jape, enjoying their time on the horse trails.
Though they hadn’t completely broken the ice, Huang Song was meticulous, adept at understanding others’ temperaments.
She didn’t believe Huang Song was unaware of her views on traitors.
Yang Si displayed a look of disgust. “So this means it’s their own decision?”
Jiang Pengji affirmed, “These are just a bunch of shortsighted fools.”
Seeing Jiang Pengji in “dire straits” made them think she was down and out, they drifted toward Huang Song.
Now that Huang Song had lost a battle, they thought he was weak and rushed to offer their allegiance to her.
Yang Si’s eyes turned, and he smiled, “What does the lord plan to do with these people? Why not…”
Use them and toss them aside later?
“There’s no ‘why not’!” Jiang Pengji countered, “I’m not so inept as to need these useless individuals to deal with Bo Gao. They better check themselves; do they really think they are ‘unique goods’ that the world’s lords are just clamoring to pick?”
Yang Si realized Jiang Pengji was getting angry and wisely kept quiet.
Han Yu asked, “Then what does the lord mean?”
Jiang Pengji sneered.
“Let them come; if they dare to approach, I dare to kill!”
