Chapter 86 Duel of Generals on the Battlefield

Chapter 86 Duel of Generals on the Battlefield

The double blow of burning down the enemy camps and "angering the national advisor to death" caused the morale of the Northern Yan army to plummet.

In order to save face and boost morale, Xiao Yi assembled the remaining troops at the crack of dawn and arrayed them under the walls of Liangzhou City.

The war drums beat, and the bugles sounded mournful.

A fierce general from the Northern Yan, eight feet tall with a face full of scars, rode a tall black horse, wielding two Xuanhua battle axes, and galloped back and forth in front of the battle.

"You cowardly cowards who dare to fight!"

The fierce general, his voice booming like thunder, pointed at the city wall and roared, "I am Batu, the number one warrior of Northern Yan! Who dares to come out and fight me three hundred rounds?!"

"If you're scared, hand over that so-called Regent Prince right now! Make him kowtow and apologize to our Crown Prince! Otherwise, I'll smash your city gates today!"

On the city wall, the soldiers were furious, their faces turning ashen, and they all volunteered to fight.

"Your Highness! This humble general is willing to go!"

"Your Highness! Let me go and chop off his dog's head!"

Shen Jin stood in the center of the city tower. Although his expression was calm, Jiang Mianmian knew that he had been mentally damaged by that perverted national advisor last night, and his head was still throbbing. He was not fit to fight at all.

Moreover, since the other party has specifically named and challenged us, if we avoid fighting, the morale we have just built up will dissipate.

"I'll go."

Jiang Mianmian suddenly spoke, stuffing the last bite of the meat bun into her mouth as she spoke.

Shen Jin frowned: "Stop joking. This is between two armies, not a fight."

"Who's making a scene?"

Jiang Mianmian clapped her hands. "That big guy looks tough, but he's actually weak from the waist down; he's all dead muscle. I used to use those big, dumb brutes as punching bags back in the apocalypse."

Besides, you're barely alive now, and you still want to act tough? If you die, who's going to reimburse me for the cost of the explosives?

Shen Jin: "..."

Although he was looked down upon, he could tell that she was protecting him.

"Moreover," Jiang Mianmian's eyes turned cold, "he called you a coward. How could I tolerate that? I couldn't!"

"I'll go get revenge for you! And while I'm at it... I'll try out my new weapon."

After saying that, she didn't give Shen Jin a chance to refuse and turned around and ran down the city wall.

A moment later, the city gates of Liangzhou slowly opened.

"Squeak—"

The Northern Yan army and Batu both stared wide-eyed, waiting to see what kind of peerless general Da Gan would send out.

However, when the smoke cleared, everyone was stunned.

What emerged was neither a general in golden armor nor a cavalryman wielding a long spear.

Instead, she was a girl wearing a pink ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress) and with her hair styled in two buns.

Even more outrageous, she wasn't riding a warhorse, but a... grayish-brown donkey with a bald patch.

That was the mill donkey that Jiang Mianmian casually requisitioned at the city gate; it was named "Er Gouzi" (Second Dog).

In her hand, she dragged a huge, rusty iron hammer with a long handle—the kind used by blacksmiths, weighing 180 pounds.

"Pfft—Hahaha!"

Batu paused for three seconds, then burst into a deafening laugh. "Is there no one else to do this? Sending out a woman? Riding a donkey? Are you kidding me?"

The Northern Yan army also burst into laughter, and their previously low morale was revitalized by this scene.

On the city wall, the soldiers who had been working hard also covered their faces.

"What is Your Highness doing...?"

"How embarrassing... Why is that donkey still braying?"

"Ang—Ang—"

Er Gouzi seemed to sense the murderous aura of the two armies clashing, barked twice in dissatisfaction, and even scratched its hooves on the ground.

Jiang Mianmian sat calmly on the donkey's back.

Laugh? Go ahead and laugh.

[I hope you can still laugh later.]

She patted Er Gouzi's butt: "Giddy up! Er Gouzi, charge!"

Although Er Gouzi was a coward, under the threat of Jiang Mianmian's terrifying strength, he had no choice but to run wildly towards Batu with an unruly gait.

"You little wench! Since you've come here to die, then I'll grant your wish!"

Batu didn't take her seriously at all, and even only raised one axe, spurring his horse to come forward, "Go back and breastfeed your mother!"

On the front lines of the two armies, a horse and a donkey approached each other at breakneck speed.

One was a burly man as big as a mountain, the other a petite girl. The scene was both comical and cruel.

Fifty meters.

Thirty meters.

Ten meters.

Just as the two were about to collide.

Jiang Mianmian's originally languid gaze suddenly changed.

[Target locked.]

Weakness: Skull.

[Intensity: 80%]

"Get down!"

She didn't use any fancy moves; she simply gripped the hammer handle with both hands, using the momentum of Er Gouzi's charge (though not fast), and powered through her waist, sending the 180-pound iron hammer slicing through the air in a black afterimage—

"call--!"

The sound of air being torn apart.

Batu felt a sudden darkness before his eyes, as a terrifying force, as if Mount Tai were pressing down on him, rushed towards him. Instinctively, he raised his double axes to try and block.

"when--!!!"

A deafening metallic clang.

That was the sound of a hammer hitting an axe.

Immediately afterwards—

"Crack!"

Those two finely crafted steel Xuanhua battle axes were smashed in two as if they were made of paper!

The massive iron hammer continued its relentless march, carrying an aura of utter destruction, and slammed down heavily on Batu's head.

"Bang--!!!"

A muffled thud.

Both men and horses.

Batu's massive body, along with his pitiful warhorse, was actually smashed into the ground by this hammer blow!

It really went in!

The ground instantly caved in, sending dust flying. Batu was planted in the ground like a radish, only his legs twitching outside. The horse was also knocked to its knees, foaming at the mouth, clearly dying.

One hammer blow.

Just one hammer blow.

Batu, the number one warrior of Northern Yan, who had just been clamoring to smash the city gate, was swatted flat like a fly.

The entire room fell silent.

The laughter of the Northern Yan army abruptly stopped, as if its neck had been snapped.

The soldiers on the city tower gaped, their eyes practically bulging out of their sockets.

Even Shen Jin, who had long known about her superhuman strength, couldn't help but twitch his eye when he saw this scene with his own eyes.

This... is his frail and helpless queen?

This isn't a princess; she's practically a human catapult!

In the center of the battlefield.

Jiang Mianmian, holding a large hammer in one hand, rode on Er Gouzi's back, looking down at the pit.

"Tsk, it's too weak."

She shook her head, her clear voice echoing throughout the arena, "That's it? The number one warrior of Northern Yan? I think he's the number one squishy!"

"Who else?!"

She suddenly raised her sledgehammer, pointing it at the Northern Yan army, her imposing aura unstoppable. "You, Xiao Yi! Stop hiding in the back like a coward! Come out if you dare, and I'll teach you a lesson!"

Come on! Let's hurt each other!

[You dared to steal my grain yesterday, today I'll smash your general!]

The Northern Yan camp was in turmoil, but no one dared to speak up.

Are you kidding me?! That's a monster that even Batu could smash flat with one hammer! Anyone who goes there is doomed!

"Ang—Ang—"

Er Gouzi barked twice at the opportune moment, as if mocking the cowardice of the person opposite.

This scene became a haunting nightmare for the people of Northern Yan.

The girl riding a donkey, carrying a sledgehammer, and wearing a pink dress, at that moment, transformed into the most terrifying legend on the battlefield—

【The Great Female Rakshasa】.

Shen Jin looked at the little woman who was showing off her power in front of the army, and the resentment in his heart was swept away.

He drew his sword and raised it high to the sky:

"Great cause! Great cause, Your Highness!"

"Powerful! Powerful! Powerful!"

A deafening cheer erupted in Liangzhou City.

Hearing the overwhelming cheers, Jiang Mianmian silently came up with a new advertising slogan for her hot pot restaurant:

[The Regent's wife's signature hammer—want to dine and dash? Ask my hammer first!]