Jiang Pengji, General of the Federation, female, former Commander of the Seventh Corps.
Why was there a prefix of "former"?
Because she had died in battle.
However, the person who clearly remembered that she had died in battle had now opened her eyes.
"Don't — don't — let go of me —"
"Go away, bastard —"
"Help!"
The sound of crying filled her ears, causing her to have a splitting headache. She tried to open her eyes, but found that her vision was dark. She could faintly see figures moving in front of her, and there were also innumerable tragic cries, the sound of clothes being torn, and the sound of evil laughter mixed in.
She felt that a long time had passed, but in fact, it was only a moment.
When a malicious and unfamiliar aura approached, her body had already reacted subconsciously.
"Ouch —"
Jiang Pengji had already rolled over and stood up. She formed a claw with her right hand and broke the arm of a strange man.
At that moment, she looked around coldly and found herself in a dark and dilapidated woodshed. The surrounding air was dry and suffocating, filled with all kinds of pungent smells. Thick dust floated in the air, which made her sensitive sense of smell suffer.
"Boss — this bitch —"
It was a strange language, but the emotions in the words revealed malice and hostility.
Hearing this voice, she subconsciously frowned and raised her foot to step on the person whose arm she had broken. She stepped on his face to the ground and twisted it so hard that his whole face was covered with reddish-purple color. Jiang Pengji's eyes darkened. She exerted force on her foot, and with a soft sound, white brain matter mixed with blood burst out from the broken skull. The person was dead as a doornail.
The movement in the corner startled the people who had lost their minds. Jiang Pengji looked at them coldly, and anger brewed in her chest.
What did she hate the most?
One was betrayal, and the other was treachery.
Although she didn't know why she, who had died in battle, had woken up, the scene in front of her clearly told her that a group of beasts was bullying and humiliating more than ten innocent and young girls. Some of them were even lying lifelessly on the ground.
"Animals! Damn it! "
When the two half-naked men saw this, they spat on the ground and stared at her with evil eyes. It was as if they wanted to see through the layers of clothes on her body and see the undeveloped body. However, when they saw the head that was crushed by her foot, all their charming feelings flew away.
Bang bang bang —
Jiang Pengji had always believed in the principle of using one's fist rather than one's mouth. The men in the room had obviously been branded as prisoners on death row by her. It was obvious that she had nothing to say to a few dead people. Her figure flashed, and her fist directly hit the vital point of one of the men's lower abdomen.
The sound of bones cracking could be heard. Jiang Pengji's current strength was less than one percent of her peak, but it was no problem for her to deal with these small fries. Some of them tried to use the unfamiliar girls as shields, but she took advantage of the gap. She grabbed their hair bun and smashed their heads to the ground. Their heads were split open and they died. The thick blood soon filled the small and dim room.
"Wuwuwu —"
After crushing the last person's neck, Jiang Pengji's cold expression loosened for a moment. She looked at the girls who were disheveled and had disheveled skin. Perhaps they were frightened. They huddled in a corner with tears on their faces.
It was a very strange scene. She didn't even know what had happened to her.
"Who are you?"
She asked, but when the girls heard her, it was a strange pronunciation. They couldn't understand her at all.
"They've been killed. You're safe."
Jiang Pengji didn't like to talk much. Only her subordinates took the initiative to smile at her. She rarely took the initiative to communicate with others. After all, her mouth would offend people whenever she opened it. She could overturn people with a glance. Over time, she had offended many people, so she was too lazy to speak.
Seeing the horror in the girls' eyes, as if they had seen a ghost, Jiang Pengji was silent. It seemed like … there was a language barrier?
She tried to switch to a few interstellar languages that she was familiar with and spoke them one by one. Not only did the negative emotions in the girls' eyes not calm, but they became more intense … Well, communication failed … Jiang Pengji shrugged helplessly. Her head hurt.
Just when she didn't know what to do, there was a noise outside the house. Then, the door was kicked open.
The accomplices of those bastards?
Although this body wasn't her own, its quality was still affected. Her night vision was barely passable.
The people who kicked open the door were a group of shirtless men who reeked of alcohol. They were dressed very strangely, and they spoke in a strange language. But it didn't matter. Even if Jiang Pengji couldn't understand them, she could distinguish the emotions conveyed in their words.
They were all vile, malicious, and full of hostility and murderous intent.
Before the bandits could react, Jiang Pengji had already stepped forward to harvest their heads without saying anything.
Although her current body was very weak, she had the aura of a person who could hold the pass against ten thousand enemies. Almost every time she attacked, she could kill someone.
Soon, the inside and outside of the house were filled with corpses, and each of the corpses had died a rather gruesome death.
Turning around to look at the frightened girls, Jiang Pengji frowned, but she couldn't leave them alone.
"You're safe. I won't let them hurt you."
She squatted down and looked at the girls who were curled up. She tried to convey her kindness, but it didn't work.
Unless it was something special, Jiang Pengji's patience had always been lacking. She could completely feel the girls' fearful gazes as if they were looking at a monster and their feelings of rejection. She was suddenly furious, but she could not vent her anger on a group of weaklings.
She and those men seemed to be the source of the girls' fear. They kept wandering in front of them and couldn't communicate at all.
"Forget it … Let them calm down …" Jiang Pengji murmured. She got up and left the small wooden house under the gaze of the noble girls. She didn't go far. She just cleaned up the rest of the bandits' village and then found a tree nearby to lie down and keep watch for them.
After dealing with the panic, Jiang Pengji had time to think about the strange things that happened to her.
First of all, this body wasn't hers. It was too weak. It was a compliment.
If it had been her in the past, she could have easily penetrated the opponent's front and back with one punch, not just shattering the opponent's internal organs.
Secondly, this body was still very short. Maybe it was a dwarf.
Why did she make such a judgment?
Because she found that her sight was too low. She estimated that it was less than one and a half meters above sea level.
Until midnight, the girls in the house seemed to calm down. Jiang Pengji planned to communicate with them again, but the girls screamed in fear when they saw her. Some even threw things at her. Although she wasn't hurt, it still annoyed Jiang Pengji.
"I can't communicate at all!" Jiang Pengji dodged the debris and returned to the tree where she had been hiding. She kept her eyes open and watched the night. Although the girls were hostile to her, most of them were frightened. They were probably frightened. She was the leader of the army. She would not be calculative with the weak.
After one night, the next dawn came. When the sun was high in the sky, some strange figures appeared at the foot of the mountain in the distance.
Those people seemed to be looking for the girls. Jiang Pengji looked at them from afar and then jumped into the forest.
She wanted to find out what the hell this place was.
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