Chapter 1532 – Attack on Nie Liang, Assault on Yang Tao, Sword Points to the World (71)
“Lord/Leader, on the side of Zhanjiang Pass…”
Don’t let Qin Gong’s confident appearance fool you; he was actually uncertain whether Zhanjiang Pass could withstand a sudden attack.
Jiang Pengji said, “Don’t worry, before the army departed, I instructed Wenzheng and the others to keep an eye on it. Zhanjiang Pass will definitely hold.”
Qin Gong felt a bit reassured but still had doubts.
Noticing this, Jiang Pengji smiled and comforted him, “If Zhanjiang Pass is breached, I’ll kneel before the Old Commander with a keyboard in my arms.”
Qin Gong: “…”
Old Commander?
Keyboard?
What the heck?
Jiang Pengji cleared her throat, smoothly bringing that comment back around; she was getting skillful at lying after all this practice.
“The Old Commander is the one who gifted me that strange book in my dreams years ago. After that, he frequently taught me in my dreams, so he’s both a mentor and a friend.”
Qin Gong suddenly understood, “I see.”
That wasn’t entirely a lie; the Old Commander had indeed meticulously cultivated her during those years leading up to his retirement, choosing a good successor.
Describing their relationship as mentor and friend wasn’t an exaggeration.
Jiang Pengji was aggressive and liked to stir things up;
She was always thinking about challenging the authority and status of the alpha wolf, and the old and new legion commanders had clashed many times due to disagreements.
The Old Commander seemed like a friendly facade but had a tough inner core, while Jiang Pengji exuded strength and arrogance from the inside out.
One was an alpha wolf about to retire; the other was the new alpha wolf about to rise—of course, they clashed!
Naturally, the Old Commander had been around for over a hundred years, experiencing numerous small and large battles. Back when Jiang Pengji was just starting out, even though she was strong, she was brutally beaten at first, and it wasn’t until later that she could barely hold her own.
The one time she did manage to tie him, she deeply suspected he had gone easy on her.
Tomorrow, they would depart. The Seventh Legion was the Federation’s top combat legion, and she hoped they wouldn’t tarnish its reputation.
Jiang Pengji was clearly exhausted, unable to even move her fingers, yet her mouth remained tough and combative.
The future belonged to more capable young people; the Seventh Legion would become stronger and sharper under her command, and no one would dare confront them!
Look at how she spoke—it was as if she were openly declaring that the other party was already too old and should retire gracefully.
The Old Commander, however, smiled and said, “Alright, the faith of the Seventh Legion will be entrusted to you.”
Two women lay on the training ground, drenched in sweat. Compared to Jiang Pengji’s disheveled state, the other woman could at least still stand.
I… seem to still not know why the Old Commander is retiring? You’re not even close to the retirement age yet…
The lifespan of an average citizen in the Federation is around 250 years, while those like Jiang Pengji can live up to 500. The Old Commander was just over 200 then, right at the prime of life; otherwise, he wouldn’t have been able to keep the fiercely competitive Jiang Pengji in check.
In fact, this Old Commander had a status in the Federation just below that of a Marshal and was incredibly qualified.
Living up to 500 doesn’t mean you’ll actually reach 500. Soldiers in the military typically live less than 100 years on average because being a legion commander is a high-risk job, with 99% of them dying on the battlefield; only the Old Commander retired midway.
At that time, many mocked the First Combat Legion for having a cowardly leader who was afraid of death.
“My body isn’t suited to remain in this position. It seems fine now, but it could collapse at any moment… The details, well, when your authority increases, you’ll find out.” The Old Commander sighed, “The Seventh Legion has always been the strongest avant-garde combat legion; I can’t hold out much longer, but the Seventh Legion needs a successor who is strong-willed and capable of carrying this banner…”
Jiang Pengji was left speechless because was she really the strongest?
If the Old Commander was already struggling in such a combat state, how powerful was she in her prime?
The more she thought about it, the more irritated she became.
The Old Commander scoffed, “What are you thinking about?”
Are you thinking about the day when you’ll grow up and pin me down for a thorough beating? You totally went easy on me back there; the amount of water you let out was like a dam breaking!
Did she need to be seen as an idle person?
You haven’t even awakened yet! Even if my abilities have declined a lot, I wouldn’t lose to a girl who hasn’t awakened.
Jiang Pengji gazed at the flames rising from Nie Liang’s camp, and for some reason, she recalled events from many years ago.
Back when she was utterly exhausted after an intense battle, the Old Commander had carried her like a sack to the recovery chamber.
When she woke up, the Old Commander had already packed up and left the military.
Jiang Pengji hurriedly took on her new role. With the frontlines of the Federation back in conflict, she completely forgot about that incident.
Now that she thought back on it, she suddenly remembered something.
What did the Old Commander mean by “awakening”?
It was one of those things she would rather not forget; now that it had come back to her, she had to clarify.
It was just like having OCD—she couldn’t relax until she figured it out.
However, there was still something else to do before that.
Jiang Pengji took Qin Gong and the troops to rescue Bai Ning.
Bai Ning was in a bit of a mess at this moment; both his arms and legs were injured, and his armor was tattered, with many places gouged by enemy weapons. If his armor hadn’t been well made, absorbing some wounds for him, he might have already been trampled to a pulp by the chaotic soldiers. He hadn’t even checked his injuries properly; after hastily repelling a wave of enemies, he used cloth strips to tighten and staunch the bleeding, his left arm almost numb without sensation.
Their side had suffered heavy losses, while the enemies didn’t come out unscathed either, sustaining significant casualties.
However, due to the disparity in forces, it seemed Bai Ning’s side wasn’t going to last much longer.
Once the enemy broke through their formation, the outcome would undoubtedly be a complete rout, turning them into mincemeat.
“Let’s just fight these punks; dying here isn’t a loss!”
Bai Ning was blinded by rage, and even though he was heavily injured, he didn’t care at all.
Killing one would break even, and killing two would bring in profit; he would take as many down with him as possible!
Just as Bai Ning prepared for one final assault, the enemy once again ordered archers to rain arrows down.
Then an unexpected change occurred.
Because it was nighttime, the faint golden ripple pattern that enveloped the army seemed particularly vivid.
“Is that a… miracle?”
Seeing this, the Nie troops’ fierce momentum suddenly plummeted.
Arrows appeared to pause in mid-air as if intercepted by that layer of water ripple, losing their force and falling gently—one even knocked Bai Ning on the head.
“Has the Lord/Leader arrived?”
He had seen this scene before and confirmed without a doubt that it was indeed the Lord/Leader.
“Is your life more important than yours?”
Jiang Pengji charged onto the battlefield, and upon seeing Bai Ning in disarray, she was instantly infuriated.
“A bunch of useless snacks is worth you risking your life for?”
Jiang Pengji reprimanded Bai Ning furiously. He had already resolved to fight to the death, but now that the Lord/Leader had come, he didn’t know how to react and could only obediently take the scolding. Little did he know, his seemingly formidable Lord/Leader was also getting “scolded” by someone else.
Your Dad: Ambushed and attacked—where’s your spiritual domain?
Jiang Pengji retorted, “I didn’t want to cheat too harshly, so I only covered a few meters around me.”
Your Dad: You’ve clearly adapted to pretending to be weak for so long, thinking those excuses work?
The Old Commander was sharp-tongued.
Your Dad: In your current state, if you go back to the Federation, won’t the Seventh Legion be turned into a pig farm by you? Not using too much ability doesn’t mean you have to be calculated against like an ordinary person from ancient times. Jiang Xiaojiumei, I’ve prepared a keyboard for you.
Jiang Pengji: “Ying!”
