After My Death, The Villain Blackened Again: Chapter 37
ARC 1: THE EMPEROR SCHEMES TO GRAB A MAN’S WIFE (34)
The numbed and bloody soldiers did not seem to expect the arrival of reinforcements. They were stunned for a brief moment before bursting into loud cheers.
The troops brought by Emperor Yuan were like a fresh blood source that poured life back into the spiritless city of Fengcheng.
The words, ‘His Majesty personally led troops’ could even motivate soldiers to climb back from death.
"Where is General Ming?" The guards around Emperor Yuan asked loudly: "Where is General Ming?"
The soldiers finally reacted: "Your Majesty, please save the general. The general is still outside the city gates."
Yan Ge had taken men and horses to mount a sneak attack on the barbarians' base camp but were chased the moment they stepped out of the city gates.
The team only had a day’s rations. They managed to destroy their pursuers with guerrilla tactics before rushing to the camp to burn and kill in one fell swoop.
At first they thought the chieftain would immediately withdraw his troops, but against all expectations, the man shattered the broken pot1 and launched a violent attack on Fengcheng.
The new chieftain can be said to be a strategist. He knew retreat was of no use, but that once Fengcheng was captured, it would serve as a natural barrier that would ease the barbarians' worries.
Yan Ge and her platoon killed their way out until they arrived at Fengcheng’s moat. Although they had temporarily solved the city’s crisis, a new problem arose.
The chieftain wanted to use them as bait to break open the city gates.
While the gates remained closed, the barbarians would shoot arrows and hurl insults, but the moment the gates tried to fall, they would immediately approach the moat.
Yan Ge and her team had persevered for a day and a night. They had twenty people when they first left the city, but only two remained.
The barbarians did not wish to kill them, especially her, the general.
One had to admit their plan was very good.
Yan Ge didn’t think she could hold out any longer.
She and her dead comrades had been pierced with numerous arrows. Out of a desire to protect her, every one of them had used themselves as a wall.
But she really couldn’t hold on anymore.
The cuts and wounds on her body were too many to count, but the most severe one was the arrow that had penetrated straight through her chest cavity.
It hurt. It hurt too much.
Yan Ge had performed many missions, but she had never experienced such pain. Had she not been using her own soul source to support this body, it would have perished by now.
Ji Zai no longer ate melon seeds or chased palace dramas. It shrunk into its wing and trembled like a quail as it kept repeating: “Let’s not do this mission anymore. Don’t do it anymore, don’t—look, you’ve already turned into a sieve. It’s just a mission, you don’t have to take it this far, we can just cancel it!”
Yan Ge was disinclined to respond. She had no energy to do it anyway.
She may be a tree that didn’t like to use her brain, but she took responsibility for her host every time she started a mission. She was a tree with a sense of obligation. Once she entered a plane of existence, her goal was to complete the task!
When Ji Zai stopped shaking, it immediately flew up to its favorite footstool and stretched its neck to shout: “That guy’s here, that guy’s here! Say, what expression will he have when sees you’re still alive? I tell you, you’re done for. It would have been better if you entered the palace back then. With the way you are right now, neither a person nor a ghost, he’ll probably puke once he sees you.”
- Shatter the broken pot (罐子破摔—guànzi pò shuāi)means to make a bad situation worse↩︎
Ji Zai for comic relief. 😂
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