She Holds the World After Being Reborn
Chapter 175: Yan Wanqing, Broad-Minded

Chapter 175: Chapter 175: Yan Wanqing, Broad-Minded

Zhang Feng had tied himself to the entire army, preventing Yan Wanqing from moving against him.

It was true that he had violated military orders, but had their army ever seriously enforced military orders?

The emperor had always ignored them.

No matter how formidable Yan Wanqing may have been in the past,

that was a story from five or six years ago.

Now, she was merely a girl confined within the gates of her home.

"Can we depart now, General Yan?" Zhang Feng, seeing Yan Wanqing at a loss for words with anger, felt a surge of triumph in his heart.

"Depart?" Yan Wanqing looked around at the faces shrouded in darkness, marked with confusion about the future and slight fear.

Not a single soldier exhibited the obedience and fervor expected of them.

Such an army, once on the battlefield,

let alone facing another nation’s regular army, even well-trained grassroots could scatter them in disarray.

"Depart to King Yama Hall?" Yan Wanqing scoffed.

"As the commander-in-chief, you should know the most taboo thing before marching!" Zhang Feng reproached, "It’s getting late, General Yan, you’d better prepare quickly. It’s time to depart."

He wanted to turn the page on his own affairs.

After all, it had always been like this here.

Zhang Feng had spent so many years, bribing and gifting, until he finally became Deputy General.

Before Yan Wanqing and the Seventh Prince arrived here, he was one of the top bosses.

What right did Yan Wanqing have to demand his self-destruction by coming here?

Ridiculous!

Why should he?

A woman’s command—Zhang Feng simply wouldn’t listen.

He was curious to see whether Yan Wanqing dared to kill him in front of everyone and, after arousing the crowd’s fury, how she would continue as commander-in-chief.

How could Yan Wanqing not know what malice Zhang Feng harbored in his heart?

She found it utterly laughable.

All these years had passed,

yet he was still as stupid and wicked as ever.

No progress whatsoever.

Growing fat without growing a brain—he wouldn’t live much longer that way.

"If today’s matter is not resolved, we will not depart," Yan Wanqing stated, stopping everyone in their tracks, especially Chang Qianhu.

He quickly stepped forward to persuade her, "General Yan, this is no joking matter. The provisions have already gone ahead; if we don’t follow, and the provisions are taken by grassroots bandits on the way, what will this army of ten thousand eat? Without food, how can they survive?"

"Do you all surely believe that going to the front lines guarantees survival?" Yan Wanqing sneered without hesitation, using her long sword, over one meter long, as a cane.

"Either way, survival is not assured; rather die in our native land, and spare me the effort of having to drag you all back," she said.

This statement was beyond a taboo—it was outright excessive.

Murmurs erupted among the crowd, and if one listened closely, they could hear swearing.

Yan Wanqing was entirely unfazed.

She looked at Chang Qianhu, "What is your role in the army? I recognize your face."

"Report to General Yan, my surname is Chang, and I am a thousand households," he replied.

"Ah, Thousand Household Chang," Yan Wanqing addressed, "Tell me, is there anything wrong with what I’ve said? They are all green recruits, never having undergone formal training. Your Deputy General Zhang might have never drilled you all in formations, let alone elucidated the essentials of warfare. With this caliber, what else could you do on the front lines if not march to your deaths?"

"General Yan, General Yan, you can’t say such things!" Thousand Household Chang stretched out his hand, wanting to cover Yan Wanqing’s mouth, but upon seeing her face, he didn’t dare to follow through.

He stood beside Yan Wanqing with a panicked expression.

This time, he had truly incited the wrath of the masses.

Indeed, the soldiers could no longer hold back and began to uproar, the uneducated ruffians using the filthiest of language, and some things were indeed too vulgar for a woman to hear.

Thousand Household Chang was even worried that Yan Wanqing would burst into tears on the spot.

Even Xiao Hongshen, standing at the back of the crowd, furrowed his brow upon hearing these words.

He looked at that distinct face with a flash of anger passing through his eyes.

But soon, those rallied to attack made their move.

Yan Wanqing, seeing Zhang Feng’s indifferent and detached demeanor, knew that today couldn’t pass without more than a little bloodshed.

She caressed the long sword in her hand.

"I had intended to let you have your fill on the front lines, but it seems now is the time."

As he listened to Yan Wanqing’s murmurs, Chang Qianhu felt a sinister premonition flash through his mind.

What was Commander Yan planning to do?

Why was she muttering to herself like this?

He had heard her fiancé was the Marquis of Nanjiang, a place rumored to be somewhat mysterious.

Could Commander Yan be...

Before he could think further, he saw a sword whistling through the air. A sword scabbard was thrown into Chang Qianhu’s arms, and then he saw the long sword describe an arc, aiming directly at Deputy General Zhang.

Good heavens!

Commander Yan was resorting to arms when words failed!

Such a fiery temper, quite impressive.

Indeed fitting of a general.

Chang Qianhu, clutching the scabbard, quickly stepped far away—the scabbard was not light, and it was exhausting even for a robust man like him to hold.

Just then, Yan Wanqing’s swordplay was incredibly agile.

It certainly demonstrated that their new commander-in-chief, although a woman, truly had genuine skills.

Upon seeing Yan Wanqing resort to physical confrontation without a word, Zhang Feng staggered back three steps.

The corps of his nephew was still nearby, the young man who had been personally entrusted to him by his aunt, whom he had promised to look after well, but Yan Wanqing had killed him!

With fresh anger added to old grievances, Zhang Feng stretched out his hand and bellowed, "Bring me my Whirlwind Hammer."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Feng’s subordinates immediately tossed him two iron hammers.

At that moment, the ordinary long sword had already reached Zhang Feng’s face, and the iron hammers collided with the sword, sparking upon impact.

Behind the long sword, Yan Wanqing’s face, with its distinctly beautiful brows and eyes, showed her lips slightly curving upwards.

"Zhang Feng, you deserve to die."

This time, Yan Wanqing was truly intent on taking his life.

Zhang Feng was no match for Yan Wanqing. Under her onslaught, the hammers had long been flung God knows where.

The crowd thought they were about to witness a battle of the century.

But the fight was over before it even began.

The long sword was now pressed against Zhang Feng’s throat.

Zhang Feng, in fear, turned pale: "You, you can’t kill me! You didn’t kill me before, and you can’t kill me now!"

"What nonsensical reasoning." Yan Wanqing had no idea what Zhang Feng was blabbering about: "You violated military regulations, and naturally, you must be executed. Moreover, you deliberately incited trouble and undermined morale. For each and every charge, you deserve to die a thousand times over."

Zhang Feng could only remember the words of the Duke who had stabilized the nation years ago.

Yan Wanqing, a heart broad and forgiving.

Because of her broad heart, she had tolerated him time and again in the past.

Zhang Feng suddenly knelt on the ground.

"Commander Yan, have mercy, Commander Yan, please spare me once more," he begged.

"Spare your life?" Yan Wanqing sneered: "In your own words, on what grounds?"

Before Zhang Feng could speak again, he heard Yan Wanqing sternly scolding, her voice charged with inner strength and echoing across the entire military camp.

"No respect for military regulations, regardless of rank." She paused, raising her long sword high: "This is your fate—!"

As her words fell.

Zhang Feng’s head rolled to the side!

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