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Chapter 411: Moving the Capital to Chenzhou (XVII)

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

Feng Jin was right when he said that Jiang Pengji had the personality of a gambler.

Jiang Pengji and Meng Hun headed off in two different directions. Jiang Pengji only had about 50 people with her. The remaining 900 troops were all led by Meng Hun. They were awaiting the opportunity to attack near the only pathway to the west city gate.

If Feng Jin knew that Jiang Pengji dared to attack the district headquarters with only 50 people, he might have fainted from anger.

The audience in the streaming room felt their hearts could not take it anymore. They knew the streamer was bold, but not that bold. She planned to take a detour and forcefully attack the district headquarters.

Host V: “The ringleader has to be captured first to capture his followers. Although I think that’s nonsense, the people in this era believe it.”

If they were in the era that Jiang Pengji was from, even if the Regimental Commander died in a battle, the soldiers under his command would not stop fighting. The Regimental Commander was their leader. He was indeed their leader, but he was not their only motivation.

Yingyang Kuaixian: “But... I mean, what if the leader of the Tsing Yi Army isn’t in the district headquarters?”

When the bullet screen was posted, it was immediately overwhelmed by countless bullet screens from other viewers.

Laosiji Lianmeng: “Bloody hell. Don’t say anything that will jinx them. You’re going to scare people.”

Yongshouzhi Capipi: “Bah, bah, bah... Take back everything you just said. It’s inauspicious!”

Qingshan Leiluo: “Don’t ever say such words. If it comes true and the streamer dies, what are those waiting for drug rehabilitation going to do? The streamer’s room has saved countless teenagers, youth, and middle-aged people that have gone astray.”

When Jiang Pengji’s streaming room first started, no one believed in time travel. However, as time went by, the room grew in popularity. However, the number of open spaces was limited, so each one was extremely precious.

Before the streaming room emerged, “time travel” and “another world” were words that only appeared in novels. Now that they were a reality, it was easy to understand the attraction.

Many people were unable to obtain a spot in the streaming room, so their only choice was to watch the recorded video on a special, official website.

Some time ago, a foreign student appeared in the trending topics because of the Jiang Pengji’s room. He thought about the streaming room all day and night—so much so that he actually quit his stubborn drug addiction! Watching the streaming to quit drugs became a well-known gag.

Jiang Pengji chuckled. She could promptly accomplish her task with ease. Not only were her actions unimpeded, but she even had the energy to look at the bullet screen.

Host V: “There must be something big happening in the district headquarters. Notice how the Xiangyang District is in total darkness tonight; no household has their lamps lit. It’s not that they’re so poor that they can’t afford to light their lamps... They just don’t dare to do so. The district headquarters is the only bright place!”

Ordinary households were only willing to light their lamps when it was pitch-black outside. There were two situations in which people would light their lamps when it was not completely dark yet: One was if they were rich, willful, and not short of money; the other was if they were banqueting guests, which provided them a reason to light the lamps early.

When Jiang Pengji stood on the city wall, she had observed the district. The district headquarters were luminous. One could see the lights from afar.

Based on that, she assumed there was something huge happening in the district headquarters!

Many viewers commented about how awesome she was. They were nervous that, with her being so capricious, she would be criticized by strategists when she returned.

Kouzhejiao Chifan: “I’ll make a suggestion. The streamer’s subordinates shouldn’t address her as a lord. They should call her a small princess.”

Even a real princess could not achieve her waywardness!

Many people copied the bullet screen as soon as it appeared. The screen was full of the words “small princess,” which gave Jiang Pengji goosebumps.

Guicai Guofengxiao: “I don’t want to visit the streamer’s grave and burn incense during Tomb Sweeping Day next year. Stop posting bullet screens so she won’t be distracted.”

Why were the viewers creating a disturbance during such a tense moment?

The words were useful. The number of bullet screens slowly decreased until the screen was clear.

Just then, Jiang Pengji and the others arrived at the district headquarters.

The news of the west city gate being attacked reached the district headquarters. She drew her bow, a sneer on her face, and shot a messenger that was about to speak; an arrow pierced through his neck before he could get a word out. Blood trickled down the sharp arrow. The messenger’s eyes were wide, and it looked as though they were about to pop out. He died with an incredulous look on his face.

Upon seeing the situation, the guard drew in a deep breath and tried to yell out that there was an enemy attack. However, his heart and brain were pierced by arrows when he had yet to open his mouth.

At that moment, the patrolling guard heard the noise. He was about to yell out when he faced the same fate as his comrade.

Jiang Pengji climbed over the walls with the troops. There were many members of the Tsing Yi Army in the courtyard.

She put away her longbow with a sneer and pulled a sword out from her waistband.

Whether it was close combat or long-range assassination, nobody could stand against her.

Jiang Pengji was at the forefront. Her sword stroked a silver ray in the air before blood splattered everywhere.

The video for the streaming room followed Jiang Pengji’s every movement. The audience was excited, yet terrified, of Jiang Pengji’s malevolence.

On television, the protagonist, at most, wounded someone while they hacked them with a knife. Occasionally, the person would die. However, Jiang Pengji was not acting. There was no way someone would die from just a few strokes of a sword.

She hacked the person’s body in two. It was not an exaggeration to say she did it with a shocking amount of ease. The amount of strength she used was unimaginable.

The audience in the streaming room could not comprehend her strength. The troops that were with her could not even think about it.

Jiang Pengji acted quickly and accurately. Every move was directed at the enemies’ vital arteries. She either instantly chopped off their heads or hacked their bodies in two. Her hands, clothes, face, and sword were all stained with blood.

“There’s an enemy attack! There are enemies! Stop these thieves...” The Tsing Yi Army in the district headquarters yelled out as they tried to stop Jiang Pengji’s troops from moving forward. Without exception, they were all cut in half.

There were 40 to 50 corpses covering the yard between the gate and the door. The members of the Tsing Yi Army that lost their lives with one swift motion were all killed by Jiang Pengji. The bodies that were intact and struggling on the ground were all attacked by her troops.

No matter how sharp a sword was, the strength required to hack a person’s body in two was unimaginable.

If a person was not halved on the first attempt, then their muscles would hold the blade in place. The sword would be immovable–it could not be pulled out, nor could it go any deeper. That would be the waste of a weapon.

However, Jiang Pengji did not have that concern. It was not because her sword was very sharp, but solely because she was strong.

She could halve a corpse with a blunt knife. She killed people on her first try.

Her troops keenly cooperated with her commands. With Jiang Pengji acting as a buffer at the forefront, no one was killed or injured.

Inside, General Jiu was somewhat drunk. His subordinates were staggering along as they fondled pretty women.

General Jiu heard the noise outside and became alert. He shoved the beautiful woman on his lap away. Suppressing his anger, he yelled, “What’s going on? Why is it so noisy outside?”

No one answered, but through the paper door, he could see people moving around in a panic. “Get my weapon!”