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Chapter 303 The Little Nun 31

"Little prince!"

"Your Highness!"

Ling Yi casually shot an arrow that struck Tao Yi squarely in the chest.

If it weren't for the distance, he would have been strung up like a string by now.

Now, he has only had a little scraping on his chest and a wound that is barely an inch deep.

Even so, it still terrified him.

If he had been less vigilant, if he had moved a little further forward, would he have lost his life today?

He couldn't see the face of the person on the other side of the river, but he felt an endless fear of that figure, just like the mountain spirit he had encountered that night.

They could all take his life silently!

Amidst the concerned chatter of his subordinates, he clenched his fists and said in a deep voice, "What's the panic? Go back!"

"What are you looking at? Bury it!"

On this side of the river, Ling Yi waved her hand and exchanged words with Tao Yi on the other side.

She would never take that guy's body back. You kill anyone who abandons everything to escape. If we make a mistake in the future, can we still be friends?

Politics is a cruel yet gentle art; she would never resort to tactics that make allies feel sorry for each other in the face of death.

Let's just assume he escaped to the other side. We'll make him a prime example and criticize him a few times now and then to boost everyone's morale. That way, we won't waste resources.

What if we still can't find the traitor even after fighting the Southern Army?

The Southern Army is awful!

The Tao family is awful!

To cruelly murder a general who came to surrender is not the mark of a wise ruler!

Ling Yi hummed an unknown tune as she and her soldiers dug pits along the riverbank and threw people into them.

Her smiling face instantly sobered up the bandits' recently arrogant personal guards, reminding them of the cruelty of when she wiped out eight or nine out of ten of their stronghold members, making them as docile as chickens.

"Let's go back." After filling in the last handful of soil, Ling Yi patted the dust off her hands, mounted her horse, and left.

"Don't tell anyone about this, okay?"

"Ok, Ok!"

The guards nodded repeatedly, afraid that if they hesitated even a little longer, they would have to go down and join those unlucky guys.

Normal elite guards are trained to be loyal and respectful through long-term support and joint combat, reaching the level of being willing to die for their masters and enjoying the trust of their masters.

Ling Yi's personal guards were a little different from the others. They lacked loyalty and respect, and were filled with fear, so much so that the mere thought of betrayal made them tremble.

To have such a group of people by your side without worrying about waking up in the morning feeling like your head and body have separated is another kind of great heart, isn't it?

When Ling Yi returned to camp humming a song, Xue Zhen had already returned, his body covered in blood and dust.

Before him lay dozens of heads and hundreds of soldiers kneeling on the ground.

The person he was waiting for finally returned, and the faint worry in Xue Zhen's heart disappeared. He frowned and reminded him, "When you have time, spend more time with your personal guards."

Fear may rule a person for a time, but it cannot rule forever. If these people were to launch a surprise attack on the battlefield, it would be too late for them to even cry.

Ling Yi casually hummed in agreement and smiled, "Let's talk about such trivial matters after the major issues in the camp are resolved."

Her gaze swept through the crowd, finally finding two somewhat familiar figures. She cupped her hands in greeting, saying, "General, you are truly valiant! You have captured both traitors."

Is it something to be praised that he used force to capture two traitors, a plan that had been pre-arranged?

Thinking this to himself, Xue Zhen's lips curled up: "It's alright, they're really incompetent."

As they were talking, Ling Yi nudged him slightly with her riding whip. Only then did he use the words Ling Yi had prepared for him to appease the other generals who were filled with anxiety, and also made a promise that following him would guarantee them an official position.

Some words, when spoken by certain people, seem especially believable.

When your boss, who values ​​fame and fortune above all else, personally paints a rosy picture for you, and has already successfully created a very large one in the past, you won't think that his rosy picture is just for show.

The aroma of wheat filled the air around all the generals, giving their pale faces a rosy glow, and they dispersed with anticipation.

The general has already drawn the picture of the cake; how far are we from eating it?

"General, you're quite something." After seeing everyone off, Ling Yi bumped Xue Zhen on the shoulder, offering her unsolicited praise.

Given their current relationship, this move is somewhat inappropriate.

But this inappropriate premise is that Xue Zhen must treat her as a woman.

After being called a brave warrior countless times, Ling Yi had already given up on the non-existent concept of strict separation between men and women.

What a brave warrior! What a brilliant warrior! Once the nation is established, we will become sworn brothers with the general, and then the succession will be passed down from brother to brother.

Then she'll find a donkey, hitch it to a cart, and speed along the river!

"What strange things are you thinking about now?"

Being bumped into by someone you consider a brother should have been a perfectly normal thing, but Xue Zhen felt somewhat uncomfortable.

But before he could fully savor this unease, his attention was drawn to Ling Yi's overly lively expression.

Ling Yi gave a mysterious smile: "You don't understand."

How could you possibly understand the allure of a racing legend who will be remembered for generations?

"That's weird," Xue Zhen snorted. "You're probably up to some bad idea again."

Ling Yi cried out that she was wronged: "General, am I that kind of person? Don't slander me."

Standing to the side, Master Xu, who had kept his presence to a minimum, quietly closed his eyes.

He was now standing in front of a young couple who were nominally brothers but were actually flirting. He suspected that their brains were blocked with wood, otherwise how could they not notice each other's feelings?

Brothers? General, since when have you ever let your brothers pat you on the shoulder, grab your wrist, and question your decisions?

Isn't it true that anyone who dares to call someone "big brother" in a cheesy way will be lifted two meters high and thrown onto the training field?

And this girl, you're not from a nunnery, are you...?

Forget it, just by looking at your eyes, I, Old Xu, know that even you, a nun, are quicker to understand than Xue Zhen.

"Is he out of his mind?"

While Master Xu closed his eyes and silently chanted Buddhist scriptures, Xue Zhen had finished his commotion with Ling Yi and turned his attention to him.

Master Xu paused, raised his head, and said with a forced smile, "I'm so old, and I still have to be tormented by important matters. Isn't it normal for my brain to break down?"

You're such a young man, how come you do nothing but rely on your limbs to move around?

Is the head just there to make up for height?

"As you get older, your temper gets worse and worse." Xue Zhen snorted, not bothering to argue with him: "I'll give you a raise and write you a prescription to get your head checked."

Master Xu took a deep breath, wanting to hit someone.

He flicked his sleeves forcefully: "I'm off to attend to my business. You all stay here..."

He gave the two of them a meaningful look, and withdrew his flirtatious banter under Ling Yi's ambiguous smile.

Oh well, he's just destined to be a hard worker!

Keep busy, keep busy!

Everything must be done before the Confederate army discovers their internal turmoil, or things will go wrong.