Chapter 411 – Relocating to Chenzhou (Seventeen)
“Feng Jin says Jiang Pengji has a serious gambler’s mentality, and he couldn’t be more right. She split from Meng Hunyun, bringing along just over fifty men, leaving the remaining over nine hundred under Meng Hunyun’s command, laying in ambush along the main path to the west city gate.
If Feng Jin knew she dared to confront the county office with only that small number, who knows if he’d faint from anger?
The audience in the live stream didn’t know if Feng Jin would pass out, but they felt their hearts couldn’t take it any longer.
They knew the host was bold, but never expected her to be this audacious, directly taking a detour to assault the county office.
【Host V】: Capture the leader first! I always thought this saying was a bit ridiculous, yet people in this era just eat it up.
If we were in Jiang Pengji’s time, let alone capturing the leader first, even if a legion commander died, without a ceasefire order, the soldiers wouldn’t stop fighting. The commander is indeed their faith, but not the only one.
【Quick Nutrition Line】: But… I mean, but, what if the leader of the Green Garment Army isn’t in the county office?
As soon as this bullet comment went up, it was immediately drowned out by countless others.
【Old Driver Alliance】: What the heck, girl! Don’t jinx it like that during such a tense moment, it’s scary!
【Using Fingers to Scratch Butt】: Spit, spit, spit—get those words out, it’s bad luck!
【Qing Shan Lei Luo】: Don’t say such things! If it accidentally comes true and the host kicks the bucket, what will happen to those waiting to detox? This live stream has saved countless misguided youths and middle-aged folks.
When Jiang Pengji’s live stream first started, no one believed in this whole time-traveling thing. Yet as time passed, the live stream became incredibly popular, even causing a viewing craze. Unfortunately, the number of spots in the live stream was limited, and every single one was immensely precious.
Before the live stream came about, time travel and other worlds were just words in novels.
Now that dreams have come true, the allure is obvious.
Many couldn’t snag a spot, forcing them to watch recorded videos on the official website. Recently a foreign student made headlines because he became obsessed with the live stream and miraculously kicked his hard drug habit!
Watching the stream to detox has now become a well-known meme.
Jiang Pengji chuckled lightly; she was now fully at ease, her movements unimpeded, even having the energy to scroll through the bullet comments.
【Host V】: There’s definitely something big in the county office. Did you notice that Xiangyang is pitch black after nightfall? Every single household has its lights off. It’s not because they can’t afford to light them; a bigger reason is that they don’t dare to. The only place lit up is the county office!
Generally, families wait until it’s completely dark to light their lamps. If you see lights on while it’s not fully night yet, there are usually two scenarios—either they’re rich and extravagant, or they’re entertaining guests with legitimate reasons.
Jiang Pengji had previously glanced at the situation inside from the city wall, and the county office was almost ablaze with lights—she could see the glow from afar.
Thinking about the behavior of the Green Garment Army and the face of the so-called Ninth General, it wasn’t hard to deduce.
So, she took a gamble, betting there’s a big fish in the county office!
The audience cheered her on, thinking it was fantastic. “Host, you’re so reckless! Aren’t you afraid of getting criticized by your strategists when you go back?”
【Picking at Feet While Eating】: Ugh, here’s a suggestion. From now on, let your subordinates call you Little Princess instead of Lord.
That level of recklessness? Even a true princess would be jealous!
As soon as this comment popped up, copycat fans got excited and filled the screen with “Little Princess,” giving Jiang Pengji goosebumps.
【Genius Guo Fengxiao】: If you don’t want to visit the host’s grave next Qingming Festival to burn incense, then stop jinxing it with your comments!
In such a tense moment, why were these viewers causing trouble?
This comment was helpful, gradually reducing the bullet comments until the screen was clear.
At this point, Jiang Pengji and her crew were already nearing the county office.
The news of an enemy attack at the west city gate had just reached here. She smirked and drew her bow, shooting down the messenger who was about to speak.
The guards at the county office were just about to listen to the messenger when the next moment they saw an arrow sticking out from his neck, the blood slowly dripping from the sharpened tip. The messenger’s eyes widened in disbelief before he fell lifelessly.
Seeing this, the guards felt their hearts drop and were about to shout “enemy attack,” but before the “enemy—” could escape their lips, their hearts and brains were pierced through.
At that moment, patrolling guards heard the commotion coming and barely managed to shout “enemy attack” before following their comrade’s fate.
Jiang Pengji led her troops over the wall; inside the courtyard, the Green Garment Army was numerous.
She coldly put away her longbow and unsheathed the broadsword at her waist.
No matter if it was close-quarters combat or long-range assassination, these ordinary folks caught flat-footed stood no chance against her!
Jiang Pengji charged ahead, the blade of her sword cutting a silvery light through the air, followed by a spray of blood.
The audience’s perspective followed Jiang Pengji’s movement, excitement and horror coursing through them as they witnessed her ruthless nature.
Usually in dramas, when a protagonist slashes someone dead, it’s just a little cut on the chest, and poof, they’re gone. But this wasn’t a performance—shallow cuts like that wouldn’t end a life!
When she swung her blade, she literally cleaved someone in half! It was more apt to say she was chopping through veggies; the audience couldn’t fathom the immense strength she used.
The viewers couldn’t imagine, and those following Jiang Pengji were even more terrified to think about it.
Jiang Pengji was swift, precise, each strike aimed at the opponent’s vital points. One slash would send their head flying or split their upper body cleanly in two, with blood not only staining her blade but drenching her hands, clothes, and face in crimson.
“Enemy attack—”
“There are enemies—”
“Block those bandits—”
The guards of the county office shouted as they attempted to halt her advance, but without exception, their bodies were cleaved apart.
In the span from the front door to just inside, the courtyard was already littered with four or five dozen corpses. Most of them had been slain instantly by Jiang Pengji; those whose corpses looked intact had struggled for a moment before passing—those were the work of her troops.
Even the sharpest knife requires a terrifying amount of force to cut a human body in half.
If one swing failed to cut through, the muscle would grip the blade, making it tough to pull out or push in—effectively wasting a weapon.
But Jiang Pengji had no such worries. It wasn’t just because her blade was so sharp; it was simply due to her overwhelming strength.
Even with a dull blade, she could split a body asunder.
She moved forward, killing all the way.
With her troops closely cooperating, and Jiang Pengji acting as the meat grinder leading the charge, no one was harmed.
Inside the hall, the Ninth General had a bit too much to drink; his entourage leaned drunkenly against beautiful women.
Hearing the chaotic sounds from outside, the Ninth General shook his head and pushed away the beauty draped across his lap.
Suppressing his annoyance, he shouted outside, “What’s going on? Why is it so noisy out there?”
No one answered, but the paper door clearly showed the frantic shadows, revealing everything.
“Go get my weapons!”
