In merely a breath's time, she heard a hoarse "Yes."
Although the original owner of this body was a princess who knew nothing of state affairs, she still knew of Zhou Sui, the God of War of the Yan Kingdom.
Zhou Sui was born into a family of military generals and had joined the army at the age of thirteen.
Over the past twenty years, he had fought campaigns north and south for the Yan Kingdom, repeatedly achieving extraordinary merits. At the young age of thirty-three, he was already the Great General of Yan.
In the final Battle of Dingyang, he used a force of three thousand to resist Jiao Kang's sixty thousand Jiao troops, stubbornly holding the city for an entire month and a half.
Unfortunately, reinforcements never arrived in the end. Coupled with the betrayal of the surrender faction from within, the city fell!
The Emperor of Yan was killed, and the Empress of Yan committed suicide.
Zhou Sui's family, including his wife and daughters, were similarly massacred; not a single elder, weakling, woman, or child was spared!
The reason he wasn't killed was because Jiao Liang's younger brother, Jiao Sang, had been slain by Zhou Sui.
Jiao Liang had sworn to kill Zhou Sui with his own hands to avenge his brother.
Thus, Zhou Sui was treated as a favor by Jiao Kang and packaged together to be sent to Jiao Liang.
The original owner's body was delicate and frail. Dealing with over a dozen soldiers would be somewhat difficult, so Zhou Sui was currently her best ally.
When Zhou Sui agreed with that "Yes," he was actually quite bewildered.
But he knew this was the best opportunity to escape.
Jiang Jin smiled and threw the saber in her hand toward him.
Although Zhou Sui was incredibly weak, he was a fierce warrior after all. With a slight shift of his body, his hands, bound by iron chains, steadily caught the saber.
In a flash of lightning, he bent his knees slightly and slashed the saber horizontally outward.
Slash.
The soldier who had kicked him earlier had his chest sliced open by the blade. Blood splattered all over Zhou Sui's face and body, yet the expression on his face remained completely unruffled.
"Ah..." A miserable, shrill scream pierced the sky, jolting everyone awake.
The soldiers finally snapped back to their senses, their eyes turning red as they charged at Zhou Sui.
Even the few soldiers not far from Jiang Jin were no exception. In the blink of an eye, the area around her was completely cleared of soldiers.
Jiang Jin was speechless. Were they looking down on her?
She was actually wronging them.
Although Captain Zhao was the leader of this escorting squad, he was not of the Jiao tribe, but rather a Yan person who had betrayed the Yan Kingdom.
To display his benevolence and generosity, Jiao Kang treated the Han people who surrendered to him very well.
However, these soldiers were all of the Jiao tribe. On the surface, they were respectful and obedient to Captain Zhao, but in their hearts, they deeply despised him.
Therefore, compared to Captain Zhao's death, they much preferred to avenge their own brother.
Moreover, Jiang Jin was Princess Jinyang, meant to be presented to Great General Jiao Liang. They couldn't really kill her, so it was better to take down the threat that was Zhou Sui first.
As for Jiang Jin, no one thought she was a threat. Everyone believed that her killing Captain Zhao was merely an accident, a successful sneak attack while he was unprepared.
Jiang Jin couldn't help but call out, "Hey, could a couple of you come over here!"
The two soldiers running at the back glanced back at her, then continued their charge toward Zhou Sui, ignoring her.
Jiang Jin was speechless again.
Wearing a heavy wooden cangue, with his hands and feet shackled, and having been starved for days, Zhou Sui found it extremely difficult to cope. Over a dozen injuries, large and small, had already appeared on his body.
Jiang Jin looked down at the shackles on her ankles. The iron chain connecting them was less than fifteen centimeters long, making it hard to even walk in small, mincing steps.
Jiang Jin took a deep breath, and then, she hopped up!
If she couldn't walk, couldn't she jump?
Over a dozen soldiers surrounded Zhou Sui. They didn't dare underestimate this fierce Han general; back when they captured him, it had cost the lives of dozens of Jiao soldiers.
Fortunately, he was currently wearing a heavy wooden cangue along with hand and foot shackles, otherwise they wouldn't have dared to confront this fierce man.
A soldier with a somewhat large back of the head tightly gripped his saber, closely watching the duel in the center. As soon as Zhou Sui revealed an opening, he would step forward and land a finishing blow.
The corners of his mouth curled up slightly. Zhou Sui would soon be unable to hold on, and when they took him down, he would definitely make him suffer.
Just as he was thinking this, he suddenly felt someone tap his shoulder. He turned around warily, only to see a beautiful, smiling face.
A momentary look of bewilderment appeared on the large-headed soldier's face. How did Princess Jinyang end up over here?
Before he could figure it out, his neck felt cold, and a spray of blood blossomed before his eyes.
His eyes widened abruptly. He covered his spurting neck with one hand, making a hoarse gurgling sound from his mouth, his eyes filled with endless terror and confusion.
The hand holding the saber raised unconsciously, trembling as it pointed at Jiang Jin.
Jiang Jin avoided the edge of the blade, took the opportunity to grab his knife-wielding hand, and twisted hard.
With a crack, the large-headed soldier's hand bent at a bizarre angle, and at the same time, the saber dropped from his grasp.
Jiang Jin steadily caught the saber and offered a word of thanks, "Thanks."
Before her voice even faded, the saber was already thrusting fiercely toward a round-faced soldier on the left who had noticed the anomaly and turned to look.
Pfft.
The blade pierced into the round-faced soldier's heart by about five or six centimeters.
Jiang Jin felt a bit disappointed. On one hand, this body of hers was delicate and lacked strength, but it was undeniable that the swords of this era were not very sharp!
She hopped one step forward, and the dagger in her left hand slid toward the round-faced soldier's neck.
Before the round-faced soldier could even react to being stabbed in the chest, his neck was already sliced open, and fresh blood spurted several meters away.
Jiang Jin tried to pull the saber out but found it stuck. She didn't dwell on it and simply pushed against the hilt.
The round-faced soldier fell backward, crashing right into two soldiers who were staring at her in dumbfounded shock.
There seemed to be the sound of wind rising behind her, and Jiang Jin dodged sideways.
A gleaming saber barely grazed her shoulder, the wind from the blade lifting a strand of her loose hair.
Jiang Jin didn't know which soldier had sneak-attacked her from behind, nor did she care. Bending her waist slightly, she thrust the dagger backward.
Pfft.
The sneaking soldier failed to hit Jiang Jin and stumbled forward due to momentum. Before he could steady himself, a sharp pain erupted in his abdomen.
His pupils shrank in disbelief. Looking down, he saw a tender, fair little hand gripping a dagger.
Blood stained that porcelain-white skin, looking incredibly glaring.
And the dagger had almost completely submerged into his abdomen, leaving only the hilt.
His face full of horror, he looked up at Jiang Jin, his mouth hanging open, "You, you..."
Jiang Jin remained expressionless as she pulled out the dagger, bringing a shower of blood with it.
The blood-stained dagger was already thrusting toward another soldier...
The commotion on this side quickly caught the attention of the soldiers gang-attacking Zhou Sui, and several of them immediately launched a sudden assault toward Jiang Jin.
Zhou Sui's pressure dropped sharply. Enduring the weakness of his body, he fiercely slashed his saber at a soldier.
Even though he had been starved for days and wore a heavy wooden cangue, his strength was still not something Jiang Jin could compare to.
The soldier was hit by his strike, spat out a mouthful of blood, and his entire abdomen was nearly split wide open...
Zhou Sui's eyes were fierce, bursting with the ruthlessness of a man with nothing to lose, and the saber in his hand swung toward the other soldiers once again...
In less than a quarter of an hour, Zhou Sui struck down the last soldier, and exhausted, he collapsed onto a pile of corpses.
Around Jiang Jin, seven or eight corpses had similarly fallen, and her body was almost dyed red with blood.
She turned her head to look at the motionless Zhou Sui and asked, "Still alive?"
