Chapter 489: Chapter 489 The Insider

The sunset fell behind the mountain, flames soared into the sky, illuminating the horizon.

Wu He’er’s cheeks were scorched painfully by the flames as he fled towards the Western Rong under the escort of dozens of their cavalry, in a state of disarray.

From afar, Wu He’er saw a figure. He assumed the person was one of theirs because they were wearing Western Rong cavalry attire.

It wasn’t until he got closer did he realize the war spear in the man’s hand, he recognized the man!

Zhan Family Army Main General Zhan Beicang!

In that battle several years ago, he and Asi Han had escaped back to Western Rong, and on the battlefield, he’d seen this General Zhan Beicang.

Although he hadn’t engaged in combat with him, he was aware of the other’s strength.

Wu He’er reined in his horse, speaking to Zhan Beicang while quickly pondering how to escape.

“General Zhan, how did you manage to bribe Muer Hong into betraying Western Rong?”

Zhan Beicang sneered coldly, “People like that are not worth our effort to bribe!”

“Leader, let’s kill him and break through!” The Western Rong cavalry beside Wu He’er anxiously looked back.

Wu He’er felt uncertain, with Zhan Beicang himself intercepting him, the situation was becoming increasingly suspicious.

Zhan Beicang galloped forward with a war spear in hand, “You Western Rong slaughter our Nanjin citizens; today, we shall settle this score!”

“Leader, you go quickly, we will cover!” The Western Rong cavalry swiftly surrounded Zhan Beicang.

Zhan Beicang swung his war spear, laying down a large group of charging Western Rong cavalry.

Wu He’er rode swiftly to escape, Zhan Beicang chased, and the Western Rong cavalry encircled Zhan Beicang once again.

“Capture the main general of the Zhan Family Army, whoever catches him will be heavily rewarded!” Wu He’er shouted while riding away.

“Yes!”

The Western Rong cavalry surged towards Zhan Beicang.

Fleeing in panic, Wu He’er rode, the horse’s hooves stirring the dust on the ground.

Suddenly, Wu He’er yanked the reins abruptly, the horse reared into the air, and then heavily threw Wu He’er off.

He scrambled to his feet, intending to whip the horse, when he suddenly looked up and saw a silver war spear pointed at his chest.

“Are you looking for the main general of the Zhan Family Army?” Zhan Lan’s voice carried a sense of intimidation.

Upon hearing a woman’s voice, Wu He’er looked boldly.

It seemed he had seen this woman somewhere before.

A shadow overlapped with the woman in front of him, he muttered, “You are Zhan Lan!”

Zhan Lan did not answer him but looked towards Zhan Beicang’s direction.

Turning back, Wu He’er saw all the Western Rong cavalry guarding him were dead, and Zhan Beicang’s spear was dripping with blood.

Zhan Beicang looked at Zhan Lan, “Main General, he’s looking for you!”

Wu He’er was shocked, what on earth was going on, why wasn’t Zhan Beicang the main general of the Zhan Family Army anymore, why was it Zhan Lan!

He was completely bewildered, wasn’t it said that the emperor of Nanjin ceded Lianbian City and Shili City?

Their king of Western Rong intended to use the cities to seize Fengyu Pass!

Could it be the emperor of Nanjin broke his word?

How were Muer Hong and the Zhan Family Army in cahoots, did his brothers betray?

What really happened?

Wu He’er’s mind was about to explode, Zhan Lan’s spear tip drew closer, she asked, “When are the remaining seventy thousand cavalry of your Western Rong arriving?”

Wu He’er grinned insidiously, “Pah! I am not a traitor like Muer Hong, don’t expect me to tell you anything!”

Zhan Lan sneered, the spear tip slid down, stabbing into Wu Heer’s abdomen, his face contorted in pain as he looked at Zhan Lan, “You dare to kill me…”

He could never have imagined Zhan Lan being so impatient.

Zhan Lan twisted the war spear, Wu He’er convulsed in agony, blood spurted from his mouth as he looked at Zhan Lan, seeming to understand something.

Nanjin was about to counterattack!

This couldn’t possibly be the intent of Nanjin’s new emperor!

The Zhan Family Army was going to rebel!

If the Zhan Family Army no longer obeyed Emperor Qingwu, then Western Rong was in danger!

With a plop, Zhan Lan’s spearhead fully embedded into Wu He’er’s stomach, Wu He’er died in despair.

Zhan Beicang lifted a Western Rong cavalry’s hat to wipe away the blood on his spearhead, glancing at his daughter as he did so.

The decisive manner in which Zhan Lan killed sank him briefly into distraction, his daughter was not inferior to any man.

He was in turmoil over the death of his father, Zhan Xinzhang, yet Zhan Lan was able to thoughtfully assess the situation and devise a response.

On the battlefield, her ability to strategize was reassuring.

As the main general of the Zhan Family Army, despite being a woman, no one was unconvinced by her.

Many were willing to follow her to death, the people trusted her, she was the backbone of Nanjin!

A true general!

…

After an incense stick’s time, Li Sui came down from the mountain to meet Zhan Lan, he respectfully reported, “Reporting to the Main General, the three thousand cavalry of Western Rong have been completely annihilated!”

“Very well!” Zhan Lan nodded in satisfaction, and looked at the messenger behind Li Sui, “Pass on the orders that all the soldiers will be rewarded!”

“Yes!”

The hatred in Zhan Beicang’s heart was finally somewhat eased, he looked at Zhan Lan, “Main General, today we achieved victory against a larger force, truly a splendid battle!”

Li Sui was extremely thrilled, having fought two battles under Zhan Lan, this time he felt an unprecedented satisfaction.

A cold chill crept into his neck, he extended his hand to see a crystal-clear six-petaled snowflake falling into his palm.

“It’s snowing!”

Suddenly, snowflakes began drifting down from the sky, Zhan Lan climbed halfway up the mountain to look at the still blazing valley, littered with corpses.

Blood and flames intertwined, the pure white snowflakes fluttering down from the sky slowly melted into the blood.

The snowflakes falling on the flames were the symphony of death and life clashing together, mutually consuming, it was hope amidst despair.

Zhan Lan gazed at the distant mountains, at the first snowfall she had never expected to land at that moment.

She liked snow, but at the moment when snow mixed with blood, her heart turned cold.

Revenge!

It seemed her life had always been about revenge!

Whether it was for herself, for the Zhan Family, for her grandfather, or for the people of Nanjin.

This time, she vowed to march to Western Rong, destroy them at all costs!

And today she did something that would soon reveal the truth of something.

On the way back with her people, Zhan Lan suddenly heard the sound of horse hooves in the distance, she saw a silhouette on horseback.

Regarding Western Rong’s silent occupation of the two cities, Zhan Lan was convinced that someone at Fengyu Pass must have allowed the Western Rong to pass.

The brutal massacre of Shili City, how could it be notified so late!

Unless someone was either looking the other way or complicit with the enemy!

But who it was, she didn’t know.

So today, before sunset, she wrote letters to both Lu Youjun and Pang An.

Soon she would know who the mole was!