The Empress' Livestream 230 Lost the Son as Well as the Grain VI

Jiang Pengji didn't just take down the laborers and the elite soldiers in a short amount of time––she also made sure all the grain was delivered to the right place. When the head of the guards wheeled around and headed back, he would find a second ambush waiting for him… Being effective mattered the most in the war. Some "power level five" wanted to play tricks with her?

Everyone followed her orders. Qiguan Rang kept fanning himself.

Jiang Pengji asked him suddenly, "When do you think is the best time to operate?"

"The best chance will be after they completely ship all the grain naturally and send then a signal by extinguishing the torch."

Jiang Pengji beamed at him. "Okay, then we will listen to you for when to extinguish the torch for the signal."

"Then you will have to wait."

Several thousand dans of grain would take quite some time to rearrange and pile up.

"I care more about the result than the process."

Confronting an enemy a couple of times larger than her forces, Jiang Pengji chose to cope with it sedately instead of acting reckless. She was arrogant for sure, but it didn't mean that she didn't have a brain or patience.

On the contrary, she was like the most tactful hunter. She could hide quietly and wait for her enemy to jump into her trap. She practiced patience for the purpose of capturing her prey.

All the viewers kept quiet in the streaming room even though they could only see the laborers carrying grain. However, even though there was a screen and dimension in between them, the viewers felt the tension in the storm brewing into a crushing atmosphere.

In the meantime, a viewer sent a bullet screen to ask a question.

Yin Yuejia Zhuge Qinmo: "Host, do you want to absorb these people to become your own? I do need some time to mentally prepare for that."

What mental preparation did they need?

The viewers who subscribed to the streaming room knew all about their host. She was decisive when she took people's life, and the killing scene was not as fake as smearing some ketchup or squirting artificial blood like they did on television. The method she used to kill was terrifying––there was splashing blood, crushed brains, and flying heads. It was truly dreadful.

Some people had weak stomachs and automatically puked their guts out. They were traumatized by the streaming.

Of course, there were plenty of viewers who strived really hard to squeeze into the streaming room, looking for that stimulation.

It was not normal for an ordinary person to see a killing scene in a peaceful world.

Jiang Pengji caught the bullet screen and responded to them.

Host V: "Kill!"

Alright, please cover your eyes, some viewers.

"Sergeant, what should we do now?" The head of laborers, panting, asked the soldier who was in charge temporarily. He wiped his sweat on his pants after they finished transporting the grain.

The soldier held the torch. He didn't find anything odd nearby when he searched around. "Everyone feign retreat and put out your torch on our way there. We will sneak into the house and set up for the ambush."

Thanks to the limited illumination range of the torch and human being's weak night visibility, it still seemed like a pall of darkness except for the light beams.

They held the torches, but they didn't find any signs of ambush. Apparently their enemy could be hiding in a corner observing them secretly. As long as they faked the withdrawal, extinguished the torches, and stealthily went back to the bandit stockade, Meng Hun and his people could easily be caught unaware.

It was good to imagine then take action.

When everyone followed the instruction to put out the fire, the viewers were smart enough to shut their eyes.

With the intense sound of strings snapping, numerous arrows penetrated the sky.

The sergeant was overcome with a chill as he tried to figure out where the bizarre sound was coming from. His surroundings were saturated with a screeching noise. His heart pounded hard and right before he was about to scream out "Enemy!" as painful feeling shot through his arm, like it was pierced by a knife.

He touched his arm without awareness. A slim arrow stuck through his arm.

Ambush!

Hadn't they scrutinized the surroundings and there was no trace of an enemy?

All the thoughts flooded in his head, but clearly Jiang Pengji wasn't going to give him more time to think.

Only two seconds after the first attack, they started the second round.

The sound of arrows stabbing into flesh in the middle of the quiet night made people uneasy.

The troops hiding in the dark indeed had trouble spotting their enemy's location, but they didn't need to aim particularly. Instead, they just needed to shoot the arrows randomly into the place where they just put out the fire. It was normal that the people who shot randomly got killed by random arrows, and then those who survived without a scratch through the shooting were d*mn lucky.

But they wouldn't survive again when they stabbed them from a short distance later on.

Jiang Pengji's plan was specific. She was going to spare some soldiers' lives and kick them back to Meng County, Cang Prefecture with Meng Liang's dead body.

They gave Jiang Pengji the best chance to enact the attack by splitting their military force.

She was part of the ambush. She opened the crossbow steadily and rapidly. All the viewers in the stream room could see her taking head shots through the camera. Every single arrow broke through targets' eyebrows to the back of their heads.

It was about ten rounds of attack back and forth and there was barely any sound coming out of them.

Jiang Pengji gave the order emotionlessly. "End the lives of those who are barely breathing."

It wasn't their first time killing, but the troop members, even the original bandit members, were still shivering afterwards. They had never taken hundreds of lives that easily and it was like they were not slaughtering; they were just harvesting grain.　

They didn't back off, considering killing was part of their life. They stuck their heads out of their hiding spots. Some of them were looking for the surviving enemies and the rest of them quickly picked up the grain bags on their shoulders and carried them to the cellar one by one.

The cellar wasn't too far for them to transfer all the grain in a short amount of time.

Nongqin was one who looked for surviving enemies. Her hands were coated with sticky blood and she just snapped the enemies' necks one after another with a calm countenance. She was so much like a demon that even the bandit members were too terrified to go near her.　

Shortly, the whole load of the grain was moved to its new destination.

Jiang Pengji twitched her mouth. "Nongqin, bring me a brush."

She dipped the tip of the brush into the blood on the ground and roughly wrote some bloody words on a roll of coarse cloth.

"Those liars who fail to keep promises are the Meng's sons of b*tches. You intend to humiliate my wife and daughter even after their death and take advantage of me. You should really be ashamed about the despicable behavior for the sake of Master Meng in the previous destiny. Don't blame me for overdoing it considering what you have done to me. How can I forgive myself for my wife and daughter's death if I don't kill Meng Liang? From the traitor of the Meng's, Meng Hun."

After she finished, she ditched the brush and the let the cloth fall on Meng Liang's face.

Meng Liang's dead body had been frozen in the ice cellar. Then, it was randomly discarded among the large quantity of dead bodies, wrapped in a rugged cloth.

Jiang Pengji would squeeze the last bit of the value of him, even when he was dead.

"Let's go and intercept them one more time. Let's see who the real loser is!"

Meng Hun kept quiet. He clenched his jaw and it seemed like he was enduring the night in pain.

At last, his eyes turned red and he finally released all the anger he had been holding.

Qiguan Rang noticed that and he kept waving his fan. And he was thinking, Liu Langjun is really protective to her own people.

Chapter end