Chapter 1431: Beauty Undercover General's 22

Jin Chen and his war horse had worked together for many years, moving extremely fast, as if able to anticipate the Tie Ni army's attack direction; each time, in the midst of about to be surrounded and killed, he stubbornly changed direction, precisely weaving through the jagged rocks, using the terrain to scatter the originally clustered Tie Ni army.

"Damn it!! Is this guy a loach? He runs off right at the start!"

The Tie Ni general flew into a rage, spouting nonsense, unaware that the soldiers behind him were dwindling; Jin Chen suddenly appeared atop a boulder, expressionless, lowering his gaze to lock onto his back.

A tearing sound came; the Tie Ni general heard the sword intent howling behind his ear, and when he tried to dodge it was already too late, and he didn't see the war horse charging out from the side.

Attacked from front and back, there was no way to evade.

"As I said last time we clashed, if you don't withdraw and surrender, the only outcome will be the Tie Ni army dying without a whole corpse."

A cold, harsh voice suddenly rang out, startling the Tie Ni general into a fearful look back; he instinctively raised his sword to meet the enemy.

Zi—

The blades clashed; the heavy sword violently shattered the Tie Ni general's right arm, then mercilessly hacked down.

The head hit the ground, the war horse trampled the corpse.

Jin Chen's ghost mask was splattered with blood, blurring his vision somewhat.

He took off the mask and casually discarded it, picked up the Tie Ni chief commander's head, mounted with one hand, and rode toward the Tie Ni troops that had finally escaped from the heart of the strange stone forest.

Instantly, the murderous Tie Ni troops dared not advance.

Upon the handsome war horse, Jin Chen's aura grew cold and stern as he gradually approached, his armor stained with blood, the face beneath the helmet covered in knife-scarred weird markings, grim and deadly, making people inexplicably want to retreat three feet.

What's more…

He was still holding a bleeding head in his hand!

"You… you put down our general!" a small soldier shouted, mustering his courage.

Jin Chen raised the head.

He gave a cold laugh and casually threw it into the Tie Ni troops.

Plop— it landed.

Tie Ni troops: "……"

Really disrespectful!

They were so angry they couldn't stand it; even if they surrendered now it would be useless, they could only grit their teeth and charge.

"How is it getting hotter!" someone shouted.

Jin Chen kindly explained: "Look behind."

"What?!"

The remaining Tie Ni soldiers looked back in astonishment, only to discover that the interior of the stone wall had also been doused with fuel, flames blazing across the sky!

"Hyah!"

Taking advantage of the blazing fire, Jin Chen rode his war horse and actually forced his way through the fire ring!

Inside the fire ring, screams of agony rose without end—some unable to bear the burning killed themselves, others were burned alive.

After seven full days of fighting, the Tie Ni army was utterly annihilated.

Jin Chen spat out a mouthful of bloody phlegm; it was impossible to go seven straight days without injury, but it hadn't reached the point needing treatment.

As he rode his war horse back, Jin Chen was still thinking that the little swindler had been gone for over half a month; if he didn't return, he'd have to go to Xiwu Country to abduct someone.

Who would have thought that just as this idea surfaced, he heard the sound of horse hooves, accompanied by that agile teenage figure rushing toward him without hesitation.

Jin Chen grabbed the reins and dismounted.

The brows and eyes, cold and stiff for half a month, finally softened a little, still hinting at a smile, yet hard to notice.

"Older brother!"

Muyue couldn't wait to leap off the horse, flung aside the iron thorns, and threw herself into Jin Chen's embrace, holding him tightly: "Older brother… General, I've missed you so much."

The longing that could no longer be restrained burst forth; Muyue had never felt half a month so long, and even when previously confined to a mountaintop cage, deprived of food and water, she hadn't felt it lengthy—just a few more sleeps and it would have passed.

But being apart from Jin Chen for half a month made her feel it longer than half a lifetime.

【Villain Heartthrob Value detected +15, total now 65!】

Ling Gun Gun wiped at nonexistent tears, 【Truly moving… stats woohoo.】

Jin Chen embraced the person in his arms; although it had been only a little over half a month, they had grown noticeably thinner: "You've been gone so long, you've forgotten the way back."

"No, how could that be." Muyue hurriedly shook her head, heartbrokenly gazing at Jin Chen's wounds all over, she licked the cut on his neck and sobbed: "Older brother, I came late…… I couldn't be of help."

"What help could a tiny body like yours provide?"

Jin Chen, annoyed, pinched Muyue's face; his rough fingers rubbed until it felt a little itchy and painful, making Muyue want to cry even more, her pent-up grievance finally finding an outlet.

"I can do it, I'm very capable."

Muyue rubbed against his neck, full of affection: "Older brother, do you still want me? I have nothing left but you."

I have nothing left, I want nothing.

He only wants his older brother.

"Want, how could I not want."

Jin Chen held him protectively in his arms, pinched his warm earlobe, and his low voice resonated from his chest into Muyue's heart.

"Let's go."

Jin Chen swung onto the horse, holding Muyue in his arms, protecting her firmly, his hand on the reins.

——

After the bloody battle, even though they had won a complete victory, the Shenwei army had no time to rejoice, following Jin Chen to finish the final cleanup work.

Throughout the process, Muyue never left Jin Chen's side, as if she had grown attached to him; she had to accompany him in everything, and if she momentarily lost sight of him, she would immediately rush to find someone.

Muyue was a little unhappy.

Older brother was busy with post-war affairs, having little time to accompany him, so he thought it would be fine to wait until returning to the Shenwei camp.

After counting everything, returning to the Shenwei camp was already two days later.

Jin Chen needed to go to the council tent, so he entrusted a small soldier of the vanguard unit to bring Muyue into the tent, and then he left first.

On the way, Muyue was still wondering secretly whether he had already become familiar with the Divine Might Camp, especially his older brother's main tent.

After many twists and turns, the small soldier actually brought him to the camp tent where he had been assigned when he first arrived, which was very far from the main tent of General Older Brother.

Looking blankly as the soldier who showed the way left, Muyue only thought it was Jin Chen's intention, and instantly felt at a loss.

Older Brother doing this… is he trying to tell him something?

Is Older Brother still not over his anger?

Muyue climbed onto the bed, hugging the mattress and rolling it up, wrapping himself up, feeling empty inside.

The surroundings were very quiet, quiet to the point of feeling a little lonely.

Muyue didn't like this; he only wanted to hear Older Brother's voice.

"Older Brother doesn't want me anymore."

Muyue leaned against the mattress, extreme obsession gradually appearing in the depths of his eyes, he whispered: "Ignoring me… no wonder you ignore me."

He rolled up his sleeve to look at his wrist; the black lines, like a poisonous snake, had risen again considerably, another month had passed, and it was time to take the medicine.

Muyue suddenly grabbed his arm hard enough to draw blood, pinching until the skin tore before the black lines disappeared.

Only then did he seem satisfied, dropping a drop of blood into the tea cup, which was quickly diluted by the dark brown tea and vanished.

"After Older Brother drinks the tea, he can never leave me."

In the quiet camp tent, Muyue suddenly broke into a lovely smile, hugging the tea cup like a treasure, waiting for Jin Chen to remember him and come back for a hug.

Inside the council tent.

Jin Chen finished explaining everything, finally deciding that they would return to the court in seven days; the triumphant report of a complete victory had already been sent back to the capital by express horse.

Shi You propped his head, feeling that he had forgotten something, when he suddenly touched the sleeve hiding a hidden weapon, he sat up straight and cursed.

"Damn! I really forgot!"

Jin Chen gazed at him with a Youyou look and asked; Shi You swallowed, then pulled out a short strip of cloth from his sleeve.

"General… this is a secret letter sent back by An Feng and An Yu, who are hiding in Xiwu; I must personally deliver it to you."

Jin Chen frowned as he took it, "When was it from?"

"... About half a month ago." Shi You silently rubbed his forehead, "That was the day the Prince died suddenly, and I forgot."

Jin Chen: "..."

How could he not even forget to sleep?

"Go find Kong Lang to get a beating."

"Eh, okay." Shi You, on the verge of tears, hurriedly asked: "General, what does the secret letter say? Is it important?"

Jin Chen unfolded the cloth strip, his brows furrowing tighter and tighter, the pressure dropping lower and lower.

Shi You's legs grew weaker and weaker, he plopped down on his knees, "Gen‑ General… please speak quickly."

The cloth strip was thrown onto Shi You's head, and at the same time came Jin Chen's unexpected order: "Quickly send troops to the Xiwu relay station and bring them into the city."

Shi You glanced at the cloth strip; the general meaning was that An Feng and An Yu had received Muyue's wet nurse, had a palace maid die in her place to dispel suspicions of the Xiwu royal family, and were now trapped at the relay station with no way to leave.

Shi You: "…" It's over!

It actually concerns Young Master Muyue after all!

Who knows whether, after these past half a month, the ruler of Xiwu State has found them! The crisis is extreme!

"This humble general will go at once!"