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Chapter 1198

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"My lord …"

Liyun looked in the direction of the voice in surprise, only to see Jiang Pengji in plain white pajamas with a large but elegant cloak draped over her shoulders. Her brows were much softer than they were in the day, her black hair draped over her shoulders and her pajamas were stained with sticky red blood. She looked like a beautiful Rakshasa.

She held a black scabbard in her left hand and a long sword with a narrow, straight, and shiny blade in her right hand. Blood was still dripping from the blade.

The faint cloud patterns on the blade were flowing with blood. It made one's breath tighten for no reason.

Liyun had just called out Jiang Pengji's identity and immediately cursed under his breath.

Sure enough …

Xie Ze ignored his injuries and quickly stabbed his spear at Jiang Pengji.

The silver-white body of the spear drew a dazzling light in the air.

Xie Ze's spear skills were outstanding. He used his strength to deflect the soldiers in front of Jiang Pengji and aimed the tip of the spear between her eyebrows. Liyun followed closely, but Xie Ze's explosive strength was astonishing. He completely disregarded his own life. Even a stab from the spear did not make him pause.

Everything happened in a flash, so fast that the bystanders could not react.

Jiang Pengji was not in a hurry. Her calm eyes did not stir a single ripple.

She flipped her long sword and used the scabbard to block Xie Ze's all-out attack. She turned around and somersaulted in the air, her long legs stepping on the tip of the spear.

Xie Ze felt an unshakable force hit the body of the spear, forcing him to fall forward.

"Han Mei, what are you panicking for?"

Jiang Pengji snorted but did not loosen her foot.

Xie Ze's arm was under the spear due to the way he was holding the spear and falling. Jiang Pengji was stepping on the spear, so he could not move. Of course, the people around him did not give him a chance to fight back. In the blink of an eye, several long swords were pressed against his neck.

Liyun was pale from the scene just now. He quickly put away his spear and asked for forgiveness.

"I don't blame you. Get up! Instead of asking for forgiveness here, why not kill a few more enemies and make up for your mistakes? "

Jiang Pengji looked down at Xie Ze, who was covered in blood. Her eyes seemed to flash with a hint of blood.

But her expression was too calm. The bystanders could not read her mind.

Ordinary people could not read it, but Wei Ci could.

He rushed over, panting. By the time he arrived, the soldiers had already tied Xie Ze's hands behind his back and tied him up.

"Master …"

Wei Ci's cheeks were very, very red. His ears were bloodshot and they were so red that they were translucent.

"It's so chaotic outside. Why aren't you waiting in your tent?"

Jiang Pengji sheathed the God Slaying Sword and looked at Wei Ci disapprovingly.

The enemy attacked the camp and the situation was chaotic. Even she could not guarantee Wei Ci's safety.

Wei Ci said, "When the lord is in danger, how can I hide?"

"Turtle?" Jiang Pengji seemed to have thought of something. She snorted and chuckled. "You sound so righteous now."

Wei Ci could not help but look embarrassed.

Before anyone could react, Jiang Pengji said to the soldier, "Look after this person. Don't let him die."

Li Yun replied. "Here!"

As he left, Liyun suddenly thought of something. He could not help but turn his head to look at his lord and Wei Ci's attire.

What was that?

Why did the cloak on his lord's shoulders match Zixiao's attire?

Was it a set?

The thought flashed by. The battle around him pulled his attention back. Liyun did not continue to think about it.

The night attack was huge. It did cause Jiang Pengji a lot of losses, but it was not a serious blow.

More than two hours passed. The enemy soldiers were dead, injured, and captured. Jiang Pengji sat in the temporary main tent and listened to the post-battle report. She had already changed out of that blood-stained cloak. Everyone present was a shrewd person. If she had worn that cloak just now, everyone would know that their lord had shamelessly attacked Wei Ci in the middle of the night and failed. It would be too embarrassing. As the lord, she could not meet people in her sleeping clothes.

To be honest, if Han Yu's night attack was not so timely, Wei Ci might have been killed by her.

Jiang Pengji's mood was shrouded in dark clouds. The atmosphere in the tent was oppressive and heavy.

"Where did this group of sneak attack soldiers come from?"

Jiang Nongqin did not have a night patrol mission today, so she rested early.

The enemy suddenly attacked at night. She did not have time to put on her armor. She picked up her weapon and killed the enemy. Her eyes were bloodshot in the chaotic battle.

"This is a trap prepared by Han Yu early in the morning. I'm afraid he started the plan as soon as he entered the barbican," Yang Si said, "I sent people to torture the captives. The conclusion we got also confirmed this speculation. Han Yu ordered the elites to pretend to be deserters to avoid the scouts and lower the alertness of our army. "

As the two armies were in a stalemate, the number of deserters gradually increased. The number was not too small, but not too large either. It was all within Yang Si and the others' expectations. Because of this, the people did not look at the deserters suspiciously at first.

"Sneak attack the main camp of the main army. What a beautiful plan!" If the lord was not not in the main camp and had superb martial arts skills, Han Yu's plan might have succeeded. Jiang Nongqin snorted coldly and said darkly, "If anything happens to the lord, I must cut that traitor Han's throat with my own hands!"

Yang Si shivered involuntarily when he heard her icy voice.

He did not dare to doubt the truth of Jiang Nongqin's words.

Jiang Pengji sat on the seat of honor and said, "It's a good thing that Han Yu's soldiers are in danger, because he has shown his last bargaining chip."

There were tens of thousands of soldiers ambushing the camp that night. All the elites had been sent out, which meant that the defense inside the barbican was very weak.

"Everyone, take a break." Jiang Pengji sneered. "Break the barbican at daybreak!"

Everyone said. "Yes!"

There were still more than two hours before daybreak. Jiang Pengji asked them to go back to sleep so that they could recover their energy before attacking the barbican.

However, these people had just gone through a tangled battle. Every one of them seemed to be on steroids. How could they sleep?

In the night attack, the newcomer Bai Ning showed the demeanor of an experienced general. If it were not for his timely response to organize the defense and counterattack, the casualties of our army would have been even greater. This made others more certain of Wei Ci's shovel. Indeed, when the shovel was used, all the people were talented.

"Just now … Was the lord wearing your clothes?"

Bai Ning moved closer to Wei Ci and asked in a low voice.

Wei Ci staggered and almost fell on the ground.

He denied it decisively. "It was dark. You must have seen wrongly."

Bai Ning curled his lips and snorted in disdain.

He was not the only one with a discerning eye. No one else raised any objections. It was obvious that the person beside him had an affair with his lord.

Bai Ning said meaningfully, "You have to work hard …"

Although he was a newcomer, his lord was close to his daughter's age. Bai Ning could not help but put himself in the role of an old father. He secretly worried about his lord's next generation. Which of the feudal lords in the world would still have a child at their age? Without the young lord, they would not feel at ease.

Wei Ci was speechless.

The army was ready to go, waiting for the first ray of sunlight to arrive.

The atmosphere in the barbican was so heavy that it could drip water. Han Yu had not slept the whole night with his eyes wide open.

Standing on top of the wall, he saw the enemy's camp burning in the distance. His heart was in his throat.

Did they succeed?

Or did they fail?

Han Yu's heart was in turmoil, like a piece of fresh meat boiling in a pan of oil.

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