Chapter 2708: Light-Speed Defeat

Moreover, the secret that the Tiger Wing General produced—why did Fu Shanlie believe it, and why did he dare to report it casually to the Emperor?

Why?

Why why why…

After being interrogated to that point, Fu Shanlie had a stress reaction whenever he heard the three words "why."

In his feeling, these gods were not interrogating him but simply coming to grill him.

That was not just asking once or twice, but one question would last half a day, relentlessly pursuing details, just to see if Fu Shanlie had any inconsistencies in his statements.

He had wanted to flip the table more than once, but he couldn't, because sitting opposite him were named and renowned gods of the Lingxu Assembly, specially appointed by the Lingxu Holy Sovereign to interrogate him, and even the Demon Emperor had to show them some respect.

Yes, actually it wasn't interrogation but interrogation!

Just as the Demon Emperor had warned him beforehand, these gods very much wanted to pin the hat of secret collusion with the enemy on his head and sentence him to imprisonment, so his attitude toward these divine envoys had to be calm, gentle, and firm, not impulsive, lest he give them a handle.

If that were truly the case, even the Demon Emperor could not save him.

This torment lasted for about ten days. The war had not made Fu Shanlie emaciated, but the gods' interrogation had made him irritable like a keg of gunpowder, and if the instigator, the Tiger Wing General, were right before him, Fu Shanlie would certainly go up and strike him with a knife without a word.

He hated that bastard so much his gums itched, and he had never hated so much even when he fled defeat at Yuheng City back then.

Because of the commander's fury, the entire camp was filled with a low pressure. Those around Fu Shanlie kept their heads down and eyes averted, fearing he might suddenly erupt—Fu Shanlie, as commander, had beaten several people to death with a rod these past few days, though it was said to be according to military law, but he had rarely been so strict before.

The valuable lesson Fu Shanlie learned from this affair was that at any time, one must never overlook the gods' madness and the enemy's tenacity. When he was still a clueless novice in politics, he had plunged headfirst into the vortex of struggle between Lingxu City and the demons, and indeed had jumped straight into the center—truly, whatever wind and rain came were of his own making.

On the eleventh day, the last believer came to see Fu Shanlie with a blank expression, and he had already become quite calm.

This was calm after numbness upon numbness.

He asked the other to sit down, and with a blank expression said: "Ask away, I will not withhold knowledge."

Anyway, it was again the same questions repeated in bombardment, and he had already memorized the answers backward and forward. He really did not know what meaning there was in continuing such interrogation.

Fu Shanlie felt that what he had stumbled into was not the gods' reverse scale, but the gods' skin swallow.

As a result, this believer took out a golden ornament from his bosom and placed it on the table.

This was an eye-shaped magical artifact; as soon as it left human hands, the large eyeball rolled around and around.

This, this could it be? Fu Shanlie's heart gave a jolt.

"I am Miao Zhantian." The believer stared at him, his eyes holding cold menace: "Faced with the Eye of Truth, you had best speak the truth. If a single false word is uncovered..."

Fu Shanlie stared at the "Eye of Truth" on the table and let out a long breath.

"What virtue or ability do I possess to actually labor Miao Zhantian, a god?"

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Before the front lines of the two armies' confrontation, for several consecutive days the weather was fair and pleasant.

Fu Shanlie's mood, however, was a blanket of gloom, precisely and extremely opposite to the weather. Because what he had most feared had finally come:

The Demon Emperor issued a single order transferring him away from the front lines.

He also repeatedly explained to the gods interrogating him that changing commanders before battle was a major taboo in military affairs, let alone transferring him away before a new commander was appointed—was this not treating several hundred thousand troops like child's play?

The gods' response, however, was very cold:

A new appointee would soon be selected, and General Hou Qian of the Southern Rong would temporarily take command of the Southern Wasteland battlefield; Fu Shanlie, you may go with peace of mind.

Fu Shanlie was the commander, and Hou Qian, being both a general and his deputy, had considerable battlefield experience.

"But..." the one opposite was the Tiger Wing General!

The Tiger Wing General not only had flowery intestines but also countless scheming thoughts. Fu Shanlie felt some apprehension when facing this person, let alone how much understanding a temporarily appointed new commander could have of the Tiger Wing General?

The Tiger Wing General had already been asleep for several years, hardly participating in this grand Panbei War. His combat style, most Between Between Between Beijia commanders did not too understand.

No but.

The gods could not possibly not know the ill effects of changing commanders before battle, nor could they not know that Panlong might seize the opportunity to attack. But in the gods' view, this was a war impossible to lose, like an elephant versus a mountain goat.

The elephant could first take a nap, anyway the mountain goat, even fighting desperately, could not stab it to death.

As long as the final result was the destruction of Panlong City, the process did not matter.

On the day Fu Shanlie departed the front lines with three hundred personal guards, he heard "bang bang bang bang bang," and on the opposite hillside, thunderous cannons boomed one after another for over ten rounds.

The Between Between Between Beijia great army, as if facing a great enemy, thought the enemy lacked martial virtue and would launch a sneak attack during their commander change.

However, the cannonballs did not fall down, but instead exploded in the sky into one white daylight firework after another.

Even in broad daylight, that sudden burst of great red, great purple, great pink was still dazzlingly bright, impossible for anyone to ignore.

Afterwards, the hillside filled with people, each waving weapons and shouting loudly:

"See off Marshal Fushan on his return, see off see off, enthusiastic see off!"

There were also several meddlesome ones, waving wildflowers they had plucked at hand.

The Panlong people's enthusiasm echoed in the mountains, a lingering sound:

"Enthusiastic see off…… Marshal Fushan……"

The Between Between Between Beijia military camp fell silent as tombs, and Fu Shanlie almost crushed the whip in his hand.

In this wild mountain and ridge land, where did the Tiger Wing General get so many festival fireworks! Even if purchased from the nearest country, round trip would take seven or eight days.

It was clear that He Lingchuan had long been certain Fu Shanlie would be transferred, so he had prepared the farewell ceremony in advance.

I, Fu Shanlie, have truly been screwed over by this guy till I'm skin and bones!

Fu Shanlie's eyesight was good, and he soon spotted He Lingchuan's figure on the hilltop. This bastard had obviously seen him too, laughing with unusual openness, and even roared at him several times.

Too far apart for sound to carry, but Fu Shanlie understood from his mouth shape:

"I said, you return to your country, I will see you off!"

What kind of person is General He? Words must be deeds!

Fu Shanlie glared at him fiercely several times, spat on the ground, and turned his back amid the Panlong army's enthusiastic farewell, heading toward the mountain pass along the way he came.

He Lingchuan watched his retreating back, gradually gathering in his smile.

Compared to the Qiuchuan tug-of-war battle years ago, this time he and Fu Shanlie clashed in the Southern Wasteland, winning easily and effortlessly, even without resorting to large-scale slaughter.

He said he would resolve Little Fushan as soon as possible.

He Lingchuan understood Fu Shanlie; this man had the ability to command hundreds of thousands of troops and could certainly cause major trouble for the war in the southern part of the Panlong Wasteland.

But eliminating him within the army would be too troublesome; it would be better to use the hands of the Heavenly Demon and the Demon Emperor to have him withdrawn from the front lines.

No matter what method is used, as long as he is dealt with, the crisis in the southern wasteland can be temporarily alleviated.

It is not that Fu Shanlie's level has declined, but that the dimension of combat has undergone a qualitative change.

Now, when facing Fu Shanlie and Between Between Between Beijia, it is no longer the Tiger Wing General fighting, but the Nine Abysses Great Emperor, whose fame shakes the heavens across the ages!

If one wishes to save Panlong, He Lingchuan cannot do it, nor can the Tiger Wing General; only the Nine Abysses Great Emperor has a chance to turn the tide!