Chapter 291 Laugh

As the two armies faced off, the atmosphere was like a taut string.

“Zhao Ji! Zhao Ji! Zhao Ji!” The soldiers behind Han Fei finally mustered up some courage at this moment and cheered for this woman.

“A woman? Han Fei is really crazy!” The soldiers in Ji Wuye’s formation were full of sneers and laughter broke out one after another.

“This woman is quite pretty, but it’s a pity that I’m afraid she can’t even withstand a single move from Mr. Wu.”

“Mr. Wu doesn’t know what it means to be gentle and considerate to women. Han Fei is sending her to her death!”

Ji Wuye stood on his horse, watching everything on the scene coldly.

He looked at Han Fei and shouted mockingly: “Han Fei, do you have no one under your command? You actually let a woman fight! Is this what you call a loyal minister and good general of Han?”

Han Fei gripped the reins tightly, his knuckles turning slightly white from the force.

Zhao Ji’s slender figure made his heart ache.

He wanted to call a halt several times, but he finally held back.

“Young Master, calm down.” Bai Jing’s voice came from the side.

“Since Zhao Ji dared to stand up, she must have her reasons. If she is allowed to retreat at this time, morale will inevitably collapse and the battle situation will be irreversible.”

Han Fei gritted his teeth: “But she is a woman! She…she is not from the battlefield!”

Bai Jing glanced at him calmly and said, “Sir, she is already standing there. This is not a question of woman or man, but a question of life and death.”

Han Fei’s heart trembled, and finally he said nothing.

“Woman.” Wu Gong was a little surprised to see that she dodged his first attack, and carried the huge iron rod.

“Zhao Ji?” Mr. Wu grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth.

“It’s a nice name, but it’s a pity that you’re going to become a corpse soon.”

His words caused laughter from the surrounding rebels.

“Mr. Wu! This is a beauty, please go easy on her!”

“Yes, don’t kill her with one blow. We still want to see this beauty crying and begging for mercy!”

Wu Gong laughed loudly. He carried the iron rod and said to Zhao Ji loudly, “Did you hear that? They asked me to show mercy. What a pity! I like men. Hahahaha!”

Zhao Ji stomped her feet hard and rushed towards Duke Wu like a gust of wind. Her sword drew a cold light in the air and chopped directly into Duke Wu’s chest!
“Oh? You’re quite courageous!” Mr. Wu sneered, moved his feet, swung the iron rod, and smashed it towards Zhao Ji!

“Oh!”

Zhao Ji barely dodged the attack, but the iron rod hit the ground, stirring up a cloud of dust, and the huge force caused the surrounding ground to tremble slightly.

“This Mr. Wu… has such great strength!” The soldiers behind Han Fei gasped.

“Miss Zhao Ji is no match for him at all!”

“It’s over, she’ll be smashed into a pulp!”

Zhao Ji ignored the discussions around her and swung the sword in her hand again, aiming straight for Wu Gong’s left arm!

However, Mr. Wu laughed and raised the iron rod to block the attack.

The blade collided with the iron rod, sparks flying.

“Woman, you are too weak to even break my skin!” Wu Gong laughed triumphantly and kicked Zhao Ji in the abdomen.

“boom!”

Zhao Ji was shocked by Wu Gong’s strength. Before she could recover, she was kicked and flew backwards. She fell heavily to the ground, and blood spurted out of her mouth.

“Zhao Ji!” Han Fei suddenly stood up from his horse.

“Young Master!” Bai Jing called him.

“Calm down! She hasn’t lost yet!”

“But she…” Han Fei looked at Zhao Ji’s embarrassed figure, and felt a pain in his heart.

Zhao Ji struggled to stand up, wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, and looked at Wu Gong coldly: “With just this little ability, you dare to come out and make a scene?”

Mr. Wu raised his eyebrows and said, “You are quite stubborn! Well, I will play with you slowly and see how long you can last!”

The following scene almost became a one-sided massacre.

Relying on his strength advantage, Duke Wu continuously attacked Zhao Ji with his iron rod like a violent wind.

The ground was full of potholes and dust.

Zhao Ji kept dodging, but her speed made it difficult for her to avoid it completely.

The iron rod brushed against her body several times, causing the long sword in her hand to almost slip out of her hand.

“Hahaha, let’s see how long you can run!” Wu Gong hit Zhao Ji with a stick. Zhao Ji dodged sideways, but was hit on the shoulder by him again.

“Crack!” The sound of broken bones can be clearly heard.

Zhao Ji groaned, staggered backward, and blood gushed out of her mouth again.

“Zhao Ji!” Han Fei was furious.

“Enough! Zhao Ji, retreat! This is not your battlefield!”

Zhao Ji stood up stubbornly: “Han Fei, since I am standing here, there is no reason for me to retreat!”

“You have guts! I want to see how long you can hold on!” Mr. Wu swung the iron rod again and smashed it hard.

Zhao Ji gritted her teeth and raised her knife to block the attack, but the huge force caused her legs to kneel directly on the ground.

“Hahaha! With just this little strength, you dare to challenge me?” Mr. Wu threw the iron rod away, put his hands on his hips, and laughed arrogantly.

“Woman, you’d better kneel down and beg for my life! Maybe I can let you die more quickly!”

Zhao Ji was panting heavily, her body covered in blood. The sword in her hand was full of holes, but a sneer appeared on the corner of her mouth.

“What are you laughing at?” Mr. Wu raised his eyebrows.

“I’m laughing at your stupidity.” Zhao Ji spat out blood.

“The most taboo thing on the battlefield is to underestimate the enemy.”

“What did you say?”

At this moment, Zhao Ji suddenly pounced on Wu Gong, and the big knife in her hand stabbed into his chest at an incredible angle!
“Puchi!” The sound of the blade penetrating into flesh and blood can be clearly heard.

Wu Gong looked down at the big knife stuck in his chest, his eyes full of disbelief: “You…how could you…”

Zhao Ji looked at him coldly: “You are too self-righteous.”

She pulled out the big knife suddenly, and blood gushed out like a fountain.

Mr. Wu’s body shook a few times and finally fell to his knees.

Zhao Ji panted and walked up to Wu Gong: “Weren’t you very arrogant? Why aren’t you smiling now?”

Mr. Wu opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but only a “gurgling” sound came out of his throat.

Zhao Ji raised the sword and chopped at his neck without mercy!
“Pfft!”

Blood splattered as Mr. Wu’s head rolled to the ground, his eyes wide open, as if he died with his eyes open.

At this moment, the whole place was silent.

Whether it was Han Fei’s side or Ji Wuye’s side, everyone was so shocked by this scene that they were speechless.

“She…she won?”

“A woman actually killed Mr. Wu?”

“Isn’t this possible?”

Han Fei looked at Zhao Ji, who was covered in blood, with mixed feelings in his heart.

Zhao Ji dragged her tired body and slowly walked back to Han Fei, with a weak smile on her lips: “Han Fei… I won.”

Han Fei looked at her: “Zhao Ji, you are too crazy.” Zhao Ji smiled lightly, then her legs softened and she fell into Han Fei’s arms.

Before Zhao Ji’s smile could fully bloom, her body lost support and she fell straight into Han Fei’s arms.

Han Fei was quick to hug her and felt her body was cold. His hands were covered with her blood.

“Zhao Ji!” Han Fei called out in a low voice.

He had never seen Zhao Ji so weak. This woman was always very stubborn, but at this moment she was like a bird with a broken wing, completely without any strength.

He was proud of her for risking her life for him, but also felt deeply guilty for letting her get involved in the battlefield.

It was me…it was me who made her go this far…

“Zhao Ji! Miss Zhao Ji!” The surrounding soldiers came back to their senses from their shock and gathered around.

They all saw the duel just now.

Zhao Ji knew how powerful her opponent was, but she still fought desperately and killed the Duke of Wu with her blood.

“Quick, quick, call the military doctor!” Han Fei hugged Zhao Ji.

Bai Jing slowly got off the carriage, glanced at the wounds all over Zhao Ji’s body, and frowned slightly: “Sir, Miss Zhao Ji’s injuries are very serious. We can’t delay here. Send her to the doctor’s tent immediately.”

“Medical account!” Han Fei nodded.

At the same time, the atmosphere in Ji Wuye’s camp was as depressing as a volcano that could erupt at any time.

Wu Gong’s body was carried back to the formation, and the fallen head was placed next to the body. There was still a sneering look on his face, as if he was mocking Ji Wuye himself.

The blood dyed the ground red. The soldiers beside the corpses did not dare to look directly at them and lowered their heads.

“Waste!” Ji Wuye kicked Wu Gong’s body and cursed angrily.

“You can’t even handle a woman, yet you dare to call yourself my brave general! Now that you’ve even lost your life, how dare you see me!”

His words shook the whole place like thunder, and the soldiers were all silent, not daring to respond.

“A woman…” Ji Wuye gritted his teeth, his face looking extremely ugly.

His hands were tightly gripping the reins, his knuckles were white, and his heart was burning with rage.

“An army of 100,000 soldiers was demoralized by a woman! If this gets out, how will I, Ji Wuye, keep my dignity?”

He turned to look at the deputy general beside him and said coldly: “Pass the order, no one is allowed to discuss this matter! If I hear anyone dare to mention the death of Lord Wu, I will behead him immediately!”

“Yes… yes, General!” A layer of cold sweat broke out on the deputy general’s forehead.

Ji Wuye took a deep breath, looked towards the direction of Han Fei’s military camp, and sneered in a low voice: “Han Fei, do you think you can turn the world upside down by relying on a woman? Don’t think I will retreat so easily!”

Zhao Ji was placed on the wooden couch in the medical tent, and the military doctor immediately came forward to check her injuries.

“The wound on the shoulder is very deep, two left ribs are broken, and the internal organs are also damaged…” said the military doctor as he examined.

“It’s a miracle that she can hold on until now.”

Han Fei stood aside, staring at Zhao Ji’s pale face, feeling both guilty and distressed.

“Can she hold on?”

The military doctor wiped the sweat from his forehead and replied, “If you can rest well, you should be able to save your life, but you must not suffer any serious blows in the next three months, otherwise…”

The military doctor did not continue speaking, but Han Fei already understood.

Bai Jing stood aside and said, “Sir, the morale of the army has been greatly boosted by Miss Zhao Ji’s victory, but her injuries do need to be treated as soon as possible.”

Han Fei nodded: “Use all the medicinal materials, save her at all costs!”

“Yes!” The military doctor took the order and immediately began to treat Zhao Ji’s wound.

Zhao Ji frowned in her coma, as if feeling pain, but soon fell silent again.

Han Fei looked at her pale face and swore secretly in his heart.

Zhao Ji, I will definitely protect you and will never let you suffer such harm again.

Zhao Ji’s victory gave Han Fei a chance to catch his breath, but the death of Wu Gong was only a temporary deterrent and was not enough to make Ji Wuye withdraw his troops.

“Ji Wuye is a ruthless man. He will never retreat easily just because of a duel.”

“He still has an army of 100,000 under his command. If we continue to attack, our chances of winning will be slim.” Han Fei stood in the military tent looking at the map, thinking quickly in his mind.

He turned to look at Bai Jing: “Bai Jing, how is Ji Wuye’s military morale?”

Bai Jing gently shook the bamboo slips in his hand: “Mr. Wu’s death did shock his soldiers, but this shock was short-lived.”

“If Ji Wuye can quickly recover his morale and launch another attack, we will still be unable to resist.”

Han Fei nodded: “So, I have to delay time.”

Han Fei rode his horse to the front of the two armies and shouted loudly: “Ji Wuye!”

Ji Wuye rode out of the formation and looked at Han Fei coldly: “Han Fei, I didn’t expect you to have the courage to stand up.”

Han Fei raised his mouth slightly with a sneer: “Ji Wuye, your subordinate Wu Gong is dead. You have lost this battle! According to the rules, it is time to withdraw the troops.”

Ji Wuye laughed loudly when he heard this: “Han Fei, have you become stupid from studying? There are no rules on the battlefield! You want me to withdraw my troops after a duel? You are too naive!”

Han Fei was very calm in his heart: “Ji Wuye, aren’t you afraid that the army will collapse? If a woman kills your general, how will your soldiers look at you? Will they think that you are nothing special?”

Ji Wuye’s laughter stopped abruptly.

“Han Fei, stop provoking me with these words.”

“I admit that your people won this battle. My army of 100,000 is not something that your mere 10,000 soldiers can stop!”

Han Fei gritted his teeth secretly and said: “Ji Wuye, if you must fight to the death, then come on.”

“But don’t forget, the longer this battle drags on, the more disadvantageous it will be for you.”

Ji Wuye rode his horse back to the formation.

Han Fei, this scholar, is indeed cunning.

He knew that I didn’t dare to attack rashly, so he wanted to use words to delay time… But he was right, the death of Mr. Wu had shaken the morale of my army…

He glanced around his camp and found many soldiers talking in low voices, apparently still discussing the previous duel.

If I can’t restore morale quickly, I’m afraid I will really lose this battle.

Ji Wuye gritted his teeth.

Han Fei, you want to delay time? Don’t even think about it!
“Even Wu Gong is dead, can we still win?”

“A woman can kill our brave general. Can we continue this war?”

“Although Han Fei has few soldiers, he seems to have some skills!”

Such discussions reached Ji Wuye’s ears, making him furious.

If this sentiment is allowed to spread, a collapse in morale will be inevitable.

Unstable military morale is the biggest hidden danger.

Ji Wuye took a deep breath.

Action must be taken immediately to regain control of the situation.

Ji Wuye summoned the entire army to assemble in the center of the camp.

He rode on a tall warhorse, his armor gleaming in the firelight, and he stood straight.

The soldiers looked at him, somewhat timid at first, but gradually quieted down after seeing him.

“Are you scared by Mr. Wu’s death?” Ji Wuye spoke, his voice shaking the camp.

“I even heard someone say that a woman can defeat us! How could an army of 100,000 be frightened by such ridiculous remarks!”

(End of this chapter)