116: Chapter 116 Living Better Than You: The General Male Supporting Character 34

At Xuanyuan Zhan's command, the Imperial Guards charged forward without a word.

"Protect the Madam!"

Steward Cheng roared, and with dozens of Yanyu Pavilion experts, he instantly shielded Nan Jin in the center.

There was not a shred of fear on their faces.

"Kill!"

Clang! Ding! Squelch!

The piercing screech of clashing weapons and the dull thud of blades piercing flesh erupted all at once!

Each of the Yanyu Pavilion experts was highly skilled, capable of holding their own against ten men.

However, the Imperial Guards were well-trained and fearless in the face of death; in such a head-on clash, the army clearly held the advantage.

Blood splattered, quickly staining the snow on the ground into patches of shocking crimson.

Steward Cheng slashed down an Imperial Guard and glanced back at Nan Jin, who was also fighting, his heart filled with anxiety.

They did not fear death, but they feared for Nan Jin's safety.

If they were to go to the Nine Underworlds later, they wouldn't know how to answer to the General.

[Hold on! The Yanyu Pavilion from Yingtian Prefecture is coming to support, they'll be here soon!]

[It's no good, there are too many people; even if they come, it might be tough.]

[Hey you in front, whose side are you on? Trying to jinx it, aren't you!]

The comments bounced around in the air, wishing they could personally come down and hack at the enemies.

A moment later.

"Whoosh—whoosh—whoosh!"

Dozens of feathered arrows whistled down.

Hundreds of people, wielding swords and blades, were seen leaping down from the surrounding eaves and charging into the fray!

It was the branch of Yanyu Pavilion from Yingtian Prefecture.

This significantly eased their pressure.

"Just in time!"

Steward Cheng's spirits lifted; everyone gathered together, fighting while trying to break out of the encirclement.

The battle was chaotic and brutal.

The entire long street turned into a meat grinder, with shouts of killing, the clashing of weapons, and the dying wails of the fallen woven together.

Amidst the melee, Nan Jin did not act like a decorative vase; she also wielded a spear to fight the enemy.

Three burly Imperial Guards flashed a fierce light in their eyes, aiming straight for Nan Jin.

The blade wind was biting, and the killing intent was palpable.

There was not a trace of panic in Nan Jin's eyes; she absolutely could not die—she had not yet seen Meng Zhu.

Casting aside the long blade in her hand, Nan Jin picked up a spear from the ground.

"Clang!"

With a crisp ring, a powerful, heavy strike was nimbly deflected to the side by Nan Jin!

A flash of ferocity!

The throat of that commanding officer was instantly pierced.

He clutched his throat and collapsed with a thud.

That wasn't enough; Nan Jin spun her body, the spear sweeping across, precisely and gracefully slicing through the second officer's neck.

"Ah!"

Amidst the screams, before the third officer could react, the spear had already pierced his chest.

[Kill, kill, kill! Well done, Nan Jin!]

[Hold on a little longer, don't be afraid!]

After a while, both sides had suffered significant casualties.

Nan Jin stood with her spear, her chest heaving slightly. A few drops of warm blood splattered on her pale face, making her look like an Asura returned from hell.

There was no end to the slaughter.

Time was infinitely stretched amidst the blood and wails.

The spear in Nan Jin's hand became increasingly heavy; every thrust and sweep frantically drained her already limited stamina.

Sweat mixed with melted snow blurred her vision, and she gasped for air, her lungs burning with pain.

If it weren't for the fact that they wanted to capture her alive, she might have died long ago.

Everywhere she looked, there was a sea of black; the Imperial Guards swarmed forward without fear of death, as if they were endless.

She was about to reach her limit.

The dual exhaustion of body and mind washed over her like a tide, causing her to feel a moment of daze.

Just then, a voice that could soothe all pain rang out abruptly in her ear.

"Madam, do not be afraid."

Nan Jin's heart jolted violently; she turned her head almost instinctively, searching frantically through the chaotic crowd.

But there was no one.

There was no familiar figure, nor those eyes that always looked at her with a smile.

All around her were only the hideous faces of enemies and the blood-soaked figures of her companions.

So... it was a hallucination.

The corners of Nan Jin's mouth curled into a desolate yet sweet, bitter smile.

She was too tired, so she was even hallucinating sounds?

"Husband, I am not afraid."

She encouraged herself silently in her heart.

She closed her eyes, then snapped them open again, her gaze once more stained with madness and determination.

She gripped the spear tightly again, and scenes of Meng Zhu teaching her how to use the spear involuntarily surfaced in her mind.

His voice rang out again.

This time she heard it clearly; it was the voice from her memories, appearing in her mind.

The audience in the comments section was also frantic with worry.

Worried and pained.

At this moment, scenes of memories were intercut, all of them sweet recollections of Meng Zhu and Nan Jin.

Finally, the flashback cut to Meng Zhu teaching Nan Jin how to use the spear, and his voice-over played.

"Hold it steady."

"Focus."

Nan Jin's blurred vision seemed to clear up a little.

"The spear is the king of all weapons; it can be used near or far, with sweeping movements. Its essence lies in 'courage' and 'momentum.' To practice the spear, one must first refine their courage. When you hold it, you cannot have a shred of fear."

"Sink your body, plant your stance, root your legs into the earth, and only then can your hands be as steady as a rock."

"The eyes lead the spear; the intent lies at the spearhead."

"Strength rises from the ground, power originates from the waist; channel the strength of your entire body into the spearhead!"

"Squelch!"

Accompanied by the memories, Nan Jin killed several more people in succession.

Until she used her last ounce of strength to drive the spear into an enemy's chest.

But she, too, had reached her limit.

Her body swayed, and her vision was completely swallowed by blood and darkness.

She could feel herself falling backward.

It's over...

Just as her consciousness was about to sink away.

She fell into a warm embrace.

A hand reached out from under her arm, firmly gripping her hand that was about to lose strength, and together with that heavy spear, killed one more person with a "squelch."

A familiar scent wafted into her nose, and warm power surged from her wrist, spreading throughout her entire body.

It was her husband's body, her husband's scent, her husband's internal energy.

Nan Jin's mind froze, but her body went limp directly into the man's arms.

That sense of security that completely enveloped her.

So, her body had recognized him faster than she had.

Time seemed to stand still the moment Nan Jin fell into that embrace.

Immediately after, the sounds of killing, like a landslide or a tsunami, erupted from the end of the long street like a surging flood that had burst its banks!

Countless soldiers clad in heavy armor, their momentum like a rainbow, held high the White Tiger battle flags and swarmed in from all directions.

They were all battle-hardened elites from mountains of corpses and seas of blood!

The battle situation reversed in an instant.

The Imperial Guards, who had just held the absolute advantage and surrounded Nan Jin and the others like a tight barrel, had now become the surrounded prey.

The Imperial Capital's Guards, the most elite army under heaven, were now as fragile as paper before the destructive charge of the White Tiger Army.

This was a massacre with no suspense.

And in the center of this purgatory, there was an absolute sanctuary.

Meng Zhu did not strike again.

He simply held Nan Jin half-embraced in his arms, one hand gripping the spear, the other on her back, continuously channeling his internal energy into her.

He lowered his head, his jaw resting against her sweat-dampened hair, smelling the scent of blood mixed with fragrance on her body, his eyes churning with heartache.

"I am back, Madam."

He whispered repeatedly in her ear, in a voice only the two of them could hear.

"I am back."

[Aha, it's New Year! Celebrating New Year early!]

[Xuanyuan Zhan is doomed. Didn't expect that, did you? Xuanyuan Zhan probably can't figure it out no matter how hard he tries.]

[That was so thrilling; my heart was about to jump out just now.]

[Thank goodness, no angst, no bad ending, no rushed finale; this is truly, absolutely wonderful.]

The comment audience roamed freely above the battlefield, and the dense comments were all filled with crazed ecstasy.

Clearly, they were also a bit shaken in retrospect.

In reality, Meng Zhu was the same.

I don't know how much time passed, but the brutal sounds of slaughter gradually subsided.

Along the entire long street, besides Meng Zhu's army, there were only corpses covering the ground and Imperial Guards kneeling in surrender.

A figure as burly as an iron tower strode over; it was the simple-minded General Lei Heng.

He threw something casually, and a disheveled figure was tossed onto the snow in front of Meng Zhu.

It was none other than Xuanyuan Zhan.

The new Emperor, at this moment, had his hair disheveled, his bright yellow cloak covered in mud and blood, and his face was filled with unbelievable horror and madness.

Just then, Nan Jin's long eyelashes fluttered, and she slowly woke up.

Her consciousness seemed to float up slowly from the deep sea, and then she heard the familiar heartbeat in her ear.

She opened her eyes with difficulty, not looking at the battlefield, nor at Xuanyuan Zhan.

In her eyes, there was only the man holding her.

She raised her hand and gently caressed his resolute side profile; the real sensation from her fingertips made her eyes instantly turn red.

It wasn't a hallucination.

It was really him.

"Hus...band?"

She spoke, her voice so hoarse it was almost inaudible.

"I am here."

Meng Zhu immediately lowered his head, pressing his forehead against hers, his gaze so gentle it could drip water.

Until this moment, Nan Jin could no longer hold on, and her eyes couldn't stop shedding tears.

Then came the sobbing, and finally, she broke down into loud wails.

From the moment she heard the bad news about Meng Zhu until just now, she had never shed a tear.

But now, she was crying like a child.

Meng Zhu had no choice but to drop the spear and stroke her back over and over again.

This scene completely stung the eyes of the loser on the ground.

"Why! This is impossible!"

Xuanyuan Zhan roared like a madman.

He struggled to crawl up from the snow, his bloodshot eyes glaring fixedly at Meng Zhu.

"This is absolutely impossible! Why are you here?!"

He questioned hysterically, turning all his confusion, jealousy, and defeat into this impotent rage.

Meng Zhu ignored him, caring only for the treasure in his arms.

After a while, Nan Jin's sobbing subsided; she raised her head with red-rimmed eyes, also feeling very curious.

And those troops.

They were Meng Zhu's old troops.

But the problem was, it hadn't even been half a month; how did these troops arrive so timely?