Chapter 486: Chapter 486: This Woman Is Too Ruthless!

Zhan Lan’s smile sent shivers down Muer Hong’s spine. He swallowed and said, “Who doesn’t know you’re a daring woman, ha, I know you’re bluffing me, Leader!”

Zhan Lan didn’t speak. She took a step forward, and Muer Hong retreated a step back, his legs beginning to shake uncontrollably.

He was not only afraid of Zhan Lan, but also of her husband. It’s said that he’s the most ruthless Regent King of Nanjin, especially attentive to Zhan Lan’s affairs. Offending Zhan Lan would be like offending that Regent King!

Muer Hong never expected Zhan Lan to come to the border, much less appear in the Western Rong’s camp.

Initially, the King of the Western Rong invited leaders from various tribes to volunteer to take over Lianbian City and Shili City, as everyone thought it was a lucrative position, hence they all rushed to come.

If they had known Zhan Lan was coming, they wouldn’t have come!

Zhan Lan took another step forward. Muer Hong had nowhere to retreat and stepped on the arm of the man with a bushy beard he had been joking with earlier. He staggered and pointed his knife at Zhan Lan, shouting to the outside, “Quick, save your leader!”

He knew he was absolutely no match for Zhan Lan.

Back then, their Main General, Asi Han, was such a formidable figure, yet he also got an arm chopped off by Zhan Lan.

His brother, Muer Han, was dead. As the only man in his family, he didn’t want to die quietly like this.

Muer Han shouted again outside in his rough voice, “Save me, hurry and save me!”

Zhan Lan raised her hand, “Go on, a bit louder!”

Muer Hong was quite frightened by Zhan Lan’s lighthearted words. The more she didn’t stop him, the more he felt there was surely something wrong in the Western Rong’s camp.

But he couldn’t understand how Zhan Lan managed to keep over five thousand Western Rong cavalrymen so quiet!

While he was racking his brain for an answer, Zhan Lan sneered, “In your water supply, this General just added a little something, yet it caused the entire army to be wiped out!”

“What did you say!” At these words, cold sweat started to break out all over Muer Hong.

Zhan Lan opened the tent flap and made a gesture of invitation.

Outside, the roasted lamb on the campfire had been burnt and the smell of char wafted into the tent on the night breeze. Muer Hong saw the Western Rong cavalrymen, who had been gathered around the campfire earlier, now lying on the ground as if they were asleep.

Muer Hong looked at Zhan Lan in horror, “They’re poisoned… then why am I not poisoned?”

Zhan Lan snorted, “Others drank water, you drank horse milk and horse milk wine, consider yourself lucky!”

Zhan Lan then shook her finger, “No, starting now, your luck has run out!”

Before Muer Hong could react, Zhan Lan’s dagger Blood Drop shot a poisoned needle, and Muer Hong’s body uncontrollably collapsed.

He looked at Zhan Lan, tremblingly asking, “What do you want to do?”

Zhan Lan used the dagger to pry open his mouth and shoved in a pill.

Muer Hong wanted to spit out the fishy and bitter pill, but Zhan Lan suddenly struck his Adam’s apple with the back of the dagger. Muer Hong, thinking Zhan Lan meant to kill him, instinctively shrank his neck, swallowing the pill.

“What did you make me eat!” Muer Hong’s voice trembled.

“Without an antidote, this poison will undoubtedly kill you in seven days. From now on, you will follow my orders, and in seven days, I promise to give you the antidote!” Zhan Lan’s eyes fixed on Muer Hong.

Cold sweat poured from Muer Hong as his stomach suddenly seized in unbearable pain. Zhan Lan played with the dagger in her hand, circling it over his stomach, “Your stomach will start to hurt, and in the next seven days, your body will feel weaker and weaker each day. If you don’t get the antidote after seven days, your whole body will fester and you’ll die a horrible death.”

Muer Hong was sweating profusely, looking at Zhan Lan in horror. Her calm demeanor was terrifying.

This was his camp, but Zhan Lan acted as if she was in her own home, without the slightest panic.

“General Zhan, will you keep your word?” Muer Hong clutched his stomach and asked, the pain in his intestines excruciating.

Zhan Lan looked at him seriously, “I promised to give you the antidote, and I will keep that promise!”

“General Zhan, what do you want me to do?” Muer Hong looked at Zhan Lan.

“Don’t be afraid, at most you just need to follow me into the Western Rong territory. Do as I say!”

Muer Hong’s mind raced. Zhan Lan couldn’t possibly be an idiot, could she, by wanting to go to the Western Rong!

Was she going there to court death?

He had initially been planning to pretend to agree with Zhan Lan just to stay alive. Now knowing Zhan Lan’s intention, he felt quite at ease. Once she reaches the Western Rong, she’s just waiting to die, and by then, capturing her alive would mean he wouldn’t have to worry about not getting the antidote.

“General Zhan, I’d still like to confirm whether you really have the antidote?” Muer Han first needed to confirm whether Zhan Lan was deceiving him.

Zhan Lan took out a porcelain bottle from her bosom, shook it, and said, “Rest assured, once given, my words cannot be taken back!”

Hearing the rattling from inside the bottle, Muer Hong was relieved. Zhan Lan wasn’t taking him to Nanjin, so what was he afraid of!

He followed Zhan Lan out of the tent and witnessed an astonishing scene.

The Western Rong cavalrymen were lying on the ground completely naked.

And standing next to them were Western Rong cavalrymen. No! At a glance, they looked like Western Rong cavalrymen.

On closer inspection, their hair was tied up, they were people of Nanjin!

The Zhan Family Army!

How did they manage to come into the Western Rong’s camp without a trace? Muer Hong’s experiences tonight made him feel like he was hitting a ghost wall; nothing could be explained. Could this be the legendary Zhan Lan’s divine military tactics?

Zhan Lan walked towards Zhan Beicang, Zhan Hui, and Li Sui.

Initially, it was just the four of them who stealthily took down the Western Rong sentries.

Before setting out, they secretly gathered the five thousand Zhan Family Army troops once led by Zhan Hui and discreetly left Fengyu Pass.

Zhan Lan threatened a dancer trafficker, disguised herself as a drum-playing dancer, and infiltrated the camp.

Zhan Lan once more marveled at how effective the poison that Xue Lingling’s father had sent her was, needing only a bottle to easily bring down the Western Rong camp’s five thousand cavalrymen.

No wonder the Western Rong King wanted the Eldest Prince to marry Xue Lingling. If such poisons were used on the battlefield, their lethality could be more effective than direct combat.

Everyone’s gaze was fixed on Zhan Lan, who made a throat-slashing gesture towards the Zhan Family Army.

The next moment, Muer Hong saw the Zhan Family Army simultaneously kill all the Western Rong soldiers in front of them.

The stench of blood instantly filled the entire camp, as every Western Rong cavalryman fell in their sleep.

Muer Hong’s legs gave way, and he collapsed to the ground. Cold sweat broke out down his back as his brown pupils dilated, nervously glancing at Zhan Lan.

Zhan Lan merely gave him a light glance, and Muer Hong was so terrified he began to shiver all over.

This woman was utterly ruthless!

Five thousand Western Rong cavalrymen dead in an instant!

They felt only a fleeting pain, without even knowing who had killed them!