Transmigrating to another world, starting as a mountain god

After confirming that no one was pursuing them, several scouts led Zhao Wanjun back to the vicinity of that low-lying border town.

This action was undoubtedly somewhat risky, but Zhao Wanjun really wanted to see the outcome in the other city.

It was as if she was about to let go of something completely.

The spies were also concerned for the safety of their brothers, and while ensuring their own safety, they kept a close watch on the low town from a distance.

Surprisingly, the small town was destroyed overnight.

Corpses littered the ground, and blood flowed like a river.

The heads of many officials were hung in front of the city gate, as if it were a mockery and humiliation of the surrendered Qian Kingdom by the Xu Kingdom.

They never intended to let these people go; they were just using psychological tactics to reduce their own casualties.

The adherence to the agreement over the past few days has lulled the soldiers in the small town into a false sense of security for the Xu Kingdom cavalry.

Last night, the cavalry suddenly attacked and stormed the city.

Caught completely off guard, the small town was breached in an instant.

Having refrained from fighting for many days, the soldiers of the Qian Kingdom had lost all will to fight. When they saw the cavalry charging towards them, they only cared about running away.

The people had no will to resist and only wanted to beg for mercy.

The small town, which had held out for many days, was thus easily taken down.

All able-bodied men were hacked to death, children were drowned, and women were abducted.

Of the soldiers and civilians in the city, only a few elderly and weak remained, sitting listlessly in the ruins.

He looked disheveled and miserable, and it was unclear what he had gone through.

Zhao Wanjun closed her eyes in pain, but felt a sense of relief deep inside.

It's impossible not to hate those people.

She had fought to protect these people, but in the end, she was handed over to the enemy by the people themselves!

But Zhao Wanjun felt a pang of guilt if she saw them all die.

After all, they were all from the same country. And the number of civilians who died in this city was well over ten thousand.

In the end, she just sighed softly.

This Qian Kingdom, already rotting in its comfort, was perhaps destined to be this way.

The scout leader immediately went to check the marked area.

Of the four spies left in the city, only two returned.

The remaining two were unable to break through the chaos of battle and were killed by the Xu Kingdom cavalry.

Zhao Wanjun sighed again and bowed deeply to the small town.

She was destined to die a humiliating death.

These spies could have lived.

However, in order to save Zhao Wanjun, these spies risked their lives and personally entered the small town.

It was only in order to ensure her survival and escape that these good men chose to stay and hold off the officials.

We have received their kindness and will remember their favor.

With the surrendered official dead, the only remaining target for revenge was the Xu Kingdom's cavalry.

One day, Zhao Wanjun will take up her sword and cut off the heads of those Xu Kingdom cavalrymen to avenge these heroes!

The scout leader was a resolute man, but even he had tears in his eyes at this moment.

These were his brothers who had been with him for many years, through the Great Famine and through all the hardships that had come with them.

Sadly, he was laid to rest here.

"My brothers, I swear, your blood will not have been shed in vain!"

"An Yue will always remember you! We will always remember you too!"

The scout leader bowed deeply towards the dilapidated town, gritted his teeth, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and turned to leave with Zhao Wanjun.

After more than a month, the spies brought Zhao Wanjun back to Anshan territory without any major incidents.

As soon as Zhao Wanjun entered Anyue territory, she immediately noticed the differences between it and Qian Kingdom.

"The people here have light in their eyes..."

Zhao Wanjun murmured, her mind somewhat dazed.

Most of the people of Qian Kingdom live numbly. Whether they suffer humiliation or injustice, they choose to swallow their anger and endure it silently.

Under the corrupt official system of the Qian Kingdom, the common people had long lost hope and only wanted to guard their own little plot of land and get by.

It's not that this is bad, but it lacks a certain drive and fighting spirit.

Perhaps this is why Xu Kingdom was able to break through Qian Kingdom so easily.

Although a few courageous individuals stood up, the majority of the people of Qian Kingdom only wanted to hide and live a numb existence.

Zhao Wanjun looked towards An Yue's fields.

However, the people of An Yue Kingdom had hope in their eyes and always wore a smile on their faces.

"Why is that...?"

Zhao Wanjun was somewhat puzzled.

Along the way, several spies chatted with her.

Zhao Wanjun also learned about An Yue's origins and the whole story.

According to her vision, the people of Anyue suffered from famine, were oppressed and manipulated by gods and immortals, and were devoured and bullied by demons.

Later, it took a long time to travel across mountains and rivers to reach this barren land of Anshan.

Having endured so much suffering, shouldn't the people of Anyue be filled with despair and numbness?

How come you look so energetic and full of vigor?

The spies noticed Zhao Wanjun's surprise, but they only exchanged glances.

The journey from Dayue has been arduous, fraught with difficulties and obstacles, far beyond what words can express.

Even when they look back, An Yue's experiences and birth still seem unbelievable.

Moreover, it's something for someone who has never experienced those things.

Emperor An Yue summoned Zhao Wanjun.

Zhao Wanjun, behaving with the utmost respect as a foreign official, conversed with Emperor Anyue.

At first, there were naturally some unimportant pleasantries.

Emperor Anyue only revealed his willingness to assist Qian Kingdom after he had easily extracted most of Zhao Wanjun's information.

Zhao Wanjun was very surprised and excited:

"Your Majesty the Moon Emperor, are you willing to send troops to aid the Qian Kingdom?!"

Emperor An Yue smiled calmly: "I understand the principle of 'if the lips are gone, the teeth will be cold'."

"However, the decision to send troops rests with one person."

Emperor An Yue's gaze fell on Zhao Wanjun.

Although Zhao Wanjun was straightforward, she was not stupid: "Are you saying that the key lies with His Majesty the Emperor of my Qian Kingdom?"

Emperor An Yue nodded slightly.

“When the Anyue Emperor was first established, I met him and talked with him for a long time. We can be considered friends.”

"When a friend is in trouble, you should help them."

"However, I want to help my friends, not my wolves."

Emperor An Yue's words were pointed.

Zhao Wanjun was already very excited: "Your Majesty the Moon Emperor, please rest assured!"

"I, Zhao, know where His Majesty the Emperor of my Qian Kingdom is!"

"After he was stabbed and wounded, he hid in the tunnel in Zhao's house!"

"After my family was framed by thieves, my parents devised a plan to fake their deaths. Now, they are personally taking care of him!"

"Although the tunnels are well-stocked with food and water, they have been hiding inside, afraid to show themselves to the outside world. They must be about to be exposed!"

"Your Majesty the Moon Emperor, I, Zhao, implore you to send troops to aid the Qian Kingdom as soon as possible!"

Emperor An Yue was somewhat taken aback, but his expression remained unchanged.

However, silence remained for a long time.

Zhao Wanjun asked, puzzled, "What's wrong with His Majesty the Moon Emperor?"

Emperor An Yue simply smiled calmly.

After a long while, he sighed softly towards the back of the throne in the palace:

"Lord Li Yuan, your old friend's nature is a bit too straightforward."

"If I wanted to harm the Qian Kingdom, I could easily extract information about its military defenses with just a few words."

A blush rose to Zhao Wanjun's face, and she also became somewhat wary.

"Your Majesty, what is the meaning of this?"

Li Yuan walked out from behind the throne with an air of nonchalance.

"Hey~ your straightforward personality is just not suited for navigating the officialdom."

Li Yuan joked, crossing his arms.

At a glance, he saw the horrific knife wound on Zhao Wanjun's neck and sighed inwardly.

Zhao Wanjun's eyes widened, and she even overlooked Emperor An Yue standing in front of her:

"Li Xiaoyao?!"

Li Yuan blushed.

"Uh-huh!"

"Stop saying that shameful name, my name is Li Yuan."

Back then, I was young and impetuous, and it was my first time traveling outside, so I acted a bit like a teenager with some abstract, immature behavior.

Hearing someone call me that now makes me incredibly embarrassed.