Chapter 950 – Seizing Three Cities (Part 8)
The Second Prince shuddered at her words, almost forgetting his pain.
He glared fiercely at Jiang Pengji and exclaimed weakly, “The victor is king and the loser is the bandit… What more is there to say!”
“Hehe—The victor is king and the loser is the bandit? Such a lovely phrase—”
Jiang Pengji suddenly lifted her foot and kicked his face aside, swelling it up in no time.
The advisor nearby widened his eyes, glancing between Jiang Pengji and the Second Prince.
After all, the Second Prince was a prince of the Northern Border; his status had significant political and strategic implications.
Even if Jiang Pengji had captured him, she should treat him well—let alone physically humiliate him.
Jiang Pengji could use this person to exchange for strategic resources from the Northern Border.
She understood this logic well, yet she still acted this way.
Is this humiliation?
If it weren’t for the fact that she was mindful of his life, that kick could have sent his head flying—what’s a swollen face compared to that?
“Liu Xi—there’s a saying in the Central Plains, ‘You can kill or mutilate, but never humiliate!'”
The Second Prince was indignant, having never been so degraded as the prince of Northern Border and a leading contender for the throne.
“Not at all… I’m going to stomp you into the ground and humiliate you, and what can you do about it!”
Jiang Pengji stepped on his face, pinning him down, using just enough force to push half of his face into the dirt.
The Second Prince was furious to the point of death, while the advisor stood frozen like a chicken, and the audience held their breath.
Though separated by the screen, they could sense the volcanic rage simmering in Jiang Pengji, ready to erupt.
Perhaps in the next moment, the lava spewing forth would create a scene akin to apocalypse.
The streamer’s temper had usually been amiable; why was she suddenly so brutal?
The audience was puzzled, but they believed there must be a reason behind Jiang Pengji’s actions.
And indeed, there was.
As previously stated, Jiang Pengji had excellent night vision, and with the help of the live stream camera, her surroundings were as clear as day.
Thus, she saw clearly the string of heads hanging from the saddle of the Second Prince. War inevitably brings sacrifice; Jiang Pengji had assigned those people to guard the food depot at Chaowu, fully aware of the high dangers they faced—total annihilation was very possible.
Having experienced the profound sorrow of life and death in her past life, she understood all too well.
In war, sacrifices were unavoidable.
Whether it was this person or someone else, it could even be her.
The death of a soldier might not provoke her wrath, but she absolutely could not tolerate the humiliation of a warrior’s remains.
“I said—I’ll break your legs, and I mean it!”
The Second Prince felt half of his face throbbing with pain, and the agony affected his hearing; he didn’t catch what she said.
The advisor beside him, however, felt his scalp tingle as he watched Jiang Pengji step back a few paces and then stamp her foot down on his knee—
With her right foot pressing, toes grinding down.
Though she didn’t seem to exert much force, the sound of crunching bones echoed painfully.
The Second Prince writhed in agony and screamed, his shrieks sending chills through everyone present.
After his high-pitched wails subsided, the Second Prince turned pale and fainted completely.
Witnesses felt the cold shivers up their spines.
Yet, among the crowd, one slightly thicker-skinned viewer quipped—
【Kumquat Lemon Juice】: This isn’t breaking legs; she’s clearly stomped his kneecap clean off!
Jiang Pengji released her foot and instructed those around her, “Take him away, send someone to tend to his wounds properly—don’t let him die.”
The advisor breathed a long sigh of relief at her words.
It seemed that Liu Xi, though ferocious, still had her wits about her.
Little did they know, Jiang Pengji’s decision not to kill him on the spot was merely to make his eventual demise even more torturous.
“Lord—”
Li Yun led a troop to catch up, slightly injured but still with a vibrant complexion and high spirits.
“We’ve captured the target; it’s time to clear the battlefield.” Jiang Pengji said coldly, “Rest for a bit; tomorrow morning, we march.”
Li Yun replied, “This humble subordinate obeys.”
“…Let’s hope that Zheng Tu doesn’t disappoint us—”
Her mood was somewhat volatile; if Fu Wang failed to capture the three cities or if the losses exceeded their expectations, she would lose her temper.
Li Yun calmly reassured her, “My lord, please rest easy. General Fu will surely bring you good news.”
Fu Wang, after all, had once been the Meng Clan’s top general, adept at seizing cities.
“Hehe, I hope so.”
If Fu Wang couldn’t take the three cities after all this, he would truly be living down his reputation.
Meanwhile, the advisor who hadn’t been taken away suddenly recalled— the Second Prince had eagerly come to steal supplies, taking most of the guards with him.
Without enough defenders, how could the three cities of Shangyu withstand the prepared forces of Liu Xi?
Liu Xi would conquer the three cities as if plucking flowers!
Realizing this, the advisor felt a pang of regret.
From when the Second Prince obtained the food depot distribution map to the present defeat, it was all part of a carefully laid trap.
In another location, Fu Wang was not disappointing his illustrious reputation, fully ignited with combat spirit.
In just two days, he conquered three cities effortlessly, like a hot knife through butter.
Almost without expending much effort, he reclaimed the three cities that had long been on the minds of the citizens of Dongqing, raising the ‘Liu’ flag atop their walls.
When Jiang Pengji arrived, Fu Wang was organizing the battlefield and looking for the fallen soldiers’ remains.
“Your Excellency, I am fortunate not to have failed you.”
Technically, this was Fu Wang’s first battle after joining Jiang Pengji’s faction.
If Fu Wang didn’t perform excellently, it would certainly affect his standing in the army.
“Thank you for your hard work!”
Jiang Pengji stood atop the city wall, gazing into the distance, a bloodthirsty smile tugging at her lips.
The three cities of Shangyu stood on the border between the Northern Border and Dongqing, their walls tall and wide, solid and sturdy, like a natural barrier guarding the area.
The three cities were built along the mountain range, taking advantage of the treacherous terrain; past the mountains lay the Northern Border.
By securing the three cities, the Northern Border could launch offensives into Dongqing without the mountains as a hindrance.
That was why Dongqing had been so wary of the Northern Border over the years.
Now that the three cities had returned to Jiang Pengji’s hands, the situation had completely reversed.
Sun Wen had once misled the Fourth Prince, saying that the construction of the three cities would slow Jiang Pengji’s advance North.
This statement had some merit; the mistake lay in the fact that Jiang Pengji had no intention of rebuilding the three cities.
She was already prepared to attack the Northern Border; the three cities of Shangyu would be the center of battle—what further purpose could there be for development?
From the very beginning, Jiang Pengji planned to turn the three cities of Shangyu into a military stronghold, using them as a springboard for attacking the Northern Border.
The foundational construction of Shangyu was still intact, and with slight modifications, it could be put to use to repel strong enemies.
Jiang Pengji turned to Fu Wang, “Increase the guards; the Northern Border’s frontline troops must have noticed by now.”
However, even if they had noticed, it would be too late.
In just two days, the situation on the Dongqing border had changed dramatically, shaking the world.
