Chapter 1430: The Beauty's Undercover General Plays 21

Listening to Qing Le's babbling, I finally managed to extract only this useful sentence: "The Lord of Falling Snow Tower is Muyue's subordinate."

... It wasn't very useful.

Jin Chen muttered to himself, if it were up to Muyue's temperament, killing Chi Han Hua here would be a matter of a single stroke; bribing the Lord of Falling Snow Tower was merely to avoid trouble and exposing his identity.

So he sat there, listening to nonsense for the time it takes to finish a cup of tea!

This generation's protagonist is just no good.

"Get out." Jin Chen said, issuing an ultimatum.

Qing Le widened his eyes, disbelieving as he looked up at Jin Chen, "General... you already knew Muyue's identity?"

Otherwise, how could you be so calm! That's an undercover agent of Xiwu State!

By rights, shouldn't the general be furious and then hunt down Muyue?

"General, Muyue... he should die; you must not be deceived by him." Qing Le's eyes held a plea as he crawled forward, wanting to grab Jin Chen's lapel.

"I am a citizen of the Crimson Sky Kingdom... please save me... ah!"

Qing Le was overturned and fell to the ground, staring in shock at the sword-drawing Jin Chen, too frightened to speak.

Why...

Even to this point, would the general still prefer to trust Muyue?

"I gave you a chance." Jin Chen said indifferently, "If you don't roll out, then you die."

"No......"

Qing Le's pupils suddenly contracted, and he collapsed sideways.

Jin Chen wiped his sword clean and then sheathed it.

【Host, we're approaching the turning point of the original plot.】

Ling Gun Gun reminded.

The Iron Mud soldiers eventually made a comeback, yet outside the city a fierce battle was unavoidable.

Seven days later, on the eve of dawn.

After seven days of constant probing and skirmishing, the entire Divine Might Battalion was tense; everyone knew the final battle was imminent.

Suddenly, the sound of horns rose repeatedly; the Iron Mud soldiers attacked under the moonlight, and the vanguard's three assault companies quickly mustered to meet them.

Inside the front tent.

Twenty signal soldiers stood holding flags, awaiting orders.

Chief General Jin Chen, clad in dark silver iron armor, stood before the sandy formation, with every enemy's position firmly under his control.

"The third and fourth vanguard units shall form a cone formation, focusing east."

"The seventh and ninth units shall form a hook formation, to outflank and focus north-south."

Only Jin Chen's voice rang in the front tent, clearly transmitted to the corresponding signal soldiers' ears; each unit's signal soldiers rushed out to relay the orders and deploy the formations.

Meanwhile, the fifth and sixth units, personally trained by Jin Chen and led by Right General Shi You, likewise received the orders after a moment.

The signal soldiers rushed into the battlefield, sprinting while waving their order flags, laying out the Seven Star Absolute Killing Formation across the terrain!

Soon, the Iron Mud forces, which had initially held the temporal advantage, began to show signs of decline under the layered formation tactics.

"Report——"

"Report, General! The Iron Mud have sent elephants charging again! Our arrows can hardly pierce them!"

This is exactly what we've been waiting for.

Jin Chen hefted his heavy sword, strode out of the tent, mounted his horse, and bellowed, "Kong Lang!"

"I'm here! General, press on!"

Kong Lang burst into laughter twice, waved at the soldiers behind him who had long been prepared, and shouted, "Lads! Follow me to slaughter those beasts!"

The battlefield was drenched in blood; the vanguard advanced like an unstoppable spear, forcing the Iron Mud soldiers to retreat step by step.

"Fuel squad! Advance!"

Kong Lang roared, the fuel at the point where his warhorse held it splashed like water, harming no one, only coating the elephants' four feet; these elephants, bred in the Iron Mud Kingdom, had also acquired a maddening habit, so even the best beast tamers could not easily subdue them.

"Tiger head squad!"

Taking advantage of the Iron Mud soldiers' confusion, Divine Might soldiers wearing tiger-head props commonly used by theater troupes charged into the sand formation, convincingly fake enough to cause real confusion.

The elephants, startled, trumpeted repeatedly; seeing the agile tiger-head blocking their retreat, the Iron Mud soldiers fell into momentary chaos, and were themselves frightened.

Such a huge tiger-head! And it's a whole group!

Even folk ghost stories don't have this kind of ghost!

Just then, flames ignited!

Accompanied by the specially crafted roars of the Divine Might soldiers, the iron swords scraped the ground, sending sparks flying; in an instant, flames engulfed the elephants.

"Trumpet——"

The elephants went utterly mad, unable to distinguish friend from foe, they retreated en masse, trampling many of the Iron Mud Kingdom's soldiers to death.

"Damn it! Hateful Crimson Sky people!"

The Iron Mud General cursed in rage, unable to believe that their hitherto flawless beast formation had been so cunningly destroyed.

"Warriors! Follow me to take that ghost general's head!"

The Iron Mud General shouted with fervor, raising his bayonet.

Jin Chen pulled his heavy sword from the Iron Mud soldier's throat, leisurely looked back, and the current situation and each squad's position came into view.

The Crimson Sky army now seems to have seized the initiative, but according to past experience, the Iron Mud soldiers will surely have a countermove; they may not achieve a total victory.

Jin Chen held onto his warhorse, his gaze sharp as a hawk's, piercing the battlefield to stare at the southern cliff.

Lure the enemy into the death formation.

Giddyap!

Jin Chen did not go to meet the iron mud soldiers charging with great momentum; his warhorse galloped straight toward the outskirts of the battlefield.

Chase! Kill their general!

Again, a group of iron mud troops that had not shown themselves before rushed out from the side, pursuing Jin Chen straight ahead! Killing intent surged!

"Damn!" Kong Lang gazed in shock, "How the hell do these bastards still have so many people!! The general will be surrounded!"

"Don't chase!" Shiyou shouted, his expression worried yet he still trusted the general's judgment.

"The general wouldn't leave rashly; he surely has his own tactics!"

The battle here halted; the iron mud troops, having lost their beast formation and reinforcements, were quickly overwhelmed and all slaughtered.

By now the sky had lightened; the fish-belly white on the horizon highlighted the initial victory of the Crimson Sky Divine Might Army, yet it could not conceal their worry for the chief commander.

"Damn! Who is that!" Kong Lang widened his eyes, blood-red from the Saiwai wind and sand, "Muyue? How did he come back now!"

"Should we send someone to rescue……"

Before Kong Lang could finish saying 'rescue,' he saw Muyue's crimson battle robe covering him, like a wild wolf galloping across the battlefield; a long spear thrust out, successively piercing three of the iron mud remnants, blood spraying aloft, his eyes unblinking.

Kong Lang: "……"

Hey! What the hell is going on!

Shiyou casually pressed his bleeding shoulder, chuckling: "No wonder he's the Xiwu prince—truly fierce!"

Is this worthy of their general!

Muyue rode up, seeing only the blood-soaked battlefield, with no sign of the general he constantly thought of.

"Older brother…"

Muyue murmured blankly, looking blankly toward the more familiar Shiyou: "Where is my older brother?"

"General…"

Shiyou also worried, sighing: "The general was surrounded and driven into the cliff; our people can't get past the mechanisms there."

"I can."

Muyue almost without hesitation, without stopping, headed straight for the desert cliff.

Everyone didn't realize that inside the cliff, the iron mud troops were being made to go in circles.