Chapter 1484 – Cutting Nie Liang, Attacking Yang Tao, Sword Pointing to the World (Part 23)
The wind fueled the flames, and the fire blazed magnificently.
From far away, thick smoke could be seen rising up from the direction of Zhanjiang Pass.
Jiang Pengji and the others remained calm; not only them, but the soldiers under their command also had no reaction. Those who needed to put out the fire did so, those who needed to relocate the wounded did that, and those who moved the catapults were busy with that. The stowaway viewers, however, were not so resilient.
Many stowaway viewers covered their mouths and started to vomit after watching for a while.
Especially when Jiang Pengji mentioned, “It smells like cooked meat in the air,” the entire comment section froze.
She was ordered down from the city tower by Qi Guanrang, feeling depressed, but upon seeing the stowaways’ reactions, her gloomy mood lifted slightly.
【Host V】: Come on, you guys have been following me for so many years; what kind of storms and bloodshed scenes haven’t you seen? This is just a small scene! Stay calm! The more you see, the more you naturally become composed; you just haven’t seen enough.
Jiang Pengji spoke lightly, as if the thousands of corpses burning outside were just thousands of piglets roasting.
【Stowaway Non-Money】: You can never get used to this kind of thing, after all, we come from different environments.
【Genius Guo Fengxiao】: Once again, I lament, time travel’s okay, but not to the ancient times; if it has to be ancient, at least not in chaotic times; if it has to be chaos, then not as a soldier; if it has to be a soldier, then at least not as a lowly private. The outcome of the battles between the warlords is practically built on the lives of lower-tier soldiers. It isn’t that the host is bad, but as a private, there really is no future at all.
【Master Yantianmen’s Elder】: Speaking of time travel—I suddenly remembered that the next round of “Dreaming Back a Thousand Years” starts the day after tomorrow.
【Proud Flat-Chested】: At least you’re the Empress of the Mountain Spirit; your treatment shouldn’t be this terrible. Being tossed onto the battlefield is just painful.
【Dragon’s Song】: I’m not afraid of being sent to the battlefield; if I turn around, I can just become a deserter, and if I run into the host, maybe I’ll even get a signature or photo.
The stowaway viewers excelled at diverting topics. They had just been scared to the point of trembling and covering their mouths to vomit, but now their attention was shifted, and they immediately started fantasizing about what identity the next “Dreaming Back a Thousand Years” empress would have. Some joked, while others quickly concocted amusing skits.
Watching the chat room return to normal, Jiang Pengji snorted to herself.
She was seriously bored, actually worrying about whether these stowaways would adapt poorly when they were clearly adapting just fine.
On the contrary, she was the one who should be troubled.
“…Once again lamenting my brilliance…” Jiang Pengji glanced at the God-Slaying Blade in her hand and sighed, “If I hadn’t cut down the nearby trees early on, who knows how long this fire would continue to burn. Nie Liang might even pick up the pieces in the chaos.”
As she pondered, the Old Commander’s private message chimed in.
【Your Dad】: It’s going to rain at your place soon. Truly the operation of the chosen one.
Jiang Pengji had a puzzled expression.
“Rain? At this time?”
She looked up at the sky—the clouds had been dark and brooding since morning. She could tell it had been rainy lately, but definitely not today.
The Old Commander quickly sent another message, thoroughly mocking Jiang Pengji’s geography knowledge.
【Your Dad】: Even though you are already a Legion Commander and in the future will become the Marshal of the Federation, nobody will check your credentials, but don’t let slip. Didn’t you notice the peculiar terrain of Zhanjiang Pass? The pass is narrow and the hinterland wide, with steep mountains on both sides and a low center; it’s terrible for air circulation. It was supposed to rain there anyway, and that big fire is actually accelerating the formation of rain. At this rate, it should start raining in about half an hour. Don’t you think you should prepare something?
Jiang Pengji caught on and immediately showed a hint of embarrassment.
“I entered a military school at a young age, and within two years, I was directly recruited into the Gene Warrior Training Camp. Failing cultural courses is normal.” Jiang Pengji began to make excuses; she couldn’t admit her cultural knowledge was lacking. “Really… It will rain in half an hour?”
The dear Old Commander only gave her a cryptic message.
Believe it or not, it’s up to you.
Jiang Pengji: “…”
You scholarly types think you’re right!
As she contemplated how to operate behind the scenes, Wei Ci came in with the wind.
“Lord, Ci has something to report.”
Jiang Pengji replied, “Coincidentally, I also have something to tell you.”
Wei Ci said, “Lord, you go first.”
Jiang Pengji said, “I have a premonition that it’s going to rain soon.”
Wei Ci chuckled, “Coincidentally, what I was going to say is also this.”
After the great fire blazed, the originally gentle southeastern wind intensified, fanning the flames even more ferociously.
The once bright sky seemed to be covered by a layer of black gauze and hinted at impending rain.
Jiang Pengji smirked maliciously, “I hope it starts to rain before the fire dies down, even a drizzle would do.”
“Absolutely,” Wei Ci replied, “At least to teach the enemy a lesson.”
Jiang Pengji remarked, “As the saying goes, ‘One who is close to vermilion becomes red, one who is close to ink becomes black’; the ancients did not deceive me.”
Wei Ci had also grown dark-hearted; if Nie Liang found out, he might get so furious he’d go mad.
After finally turning things around with the fire, who knew the heavens were so unsupportive, bringing rain to help Jiang Pengji and the others extinguish the fire.
Although this was a normal weather change, skillfully using public opinion could quickly create the image that their lord was the “chosen one.” Once this perception solidified, the soldiers under Nie Liang would likely waver. They could handle fighting people, but if it was against the “chosen one” selected by heaven, what hope did they have for victory? Once morale shook, their spirits would also dip.
Jiang Pengji, well-versed in leveraging her advantages, would naturally not let this marketing opportunity slip by.
She looked at Wei Ci and asked, “Zixiao, do you think I should set up an altar and dance with swords to pray for rain? Would that have a better effect?”
Wei Ci replied, “Not advisable; if it doesn’t rain, you would be putting yourself in a passive position.”
The weather could be unpredictable, and even if Wei Ci was ninety percent certain, he wouldn’t dare risk Jiang Pengji’s reputation.
Wei Ci refused, and Jiang Pengji didn’t press; she also wasn’t fond of theatrics.
The two murmured to each other, while Qi Guanrang and the others were in a more awkward position. Old Master Sun Wen, being elderly, had been sent away; he couldn’t just leave at will.
His formerly fair face had turned blackened from the smoke, and the beard he had meticulously groomed was slightly scorched.
Due to the uncontrollable fire, Qi Guanrang could only retreat from the danger zone.
The medics saw his hand back swelling up with blisters and suggested, “Military Adviser, your hand is swelling; should we apply some burn ointment?”
Qi Guanrang agreed, and as the medic applied the burn ointment, a drop of water fell on his eyelash.
He blinked instinctively, and soon after, another drop fell onto his brow.
Qi Guanrang stared wide-eyed in shock, his voice hoarse as he asked the medic.
“Did you feel that? It seemed like raindrops just fell…”
At that moment—
It started to rain?
