Volume One, Chapter 36: The Trial

Returning to the house, Ye Zhaoying greeted Ye Linzheng but still ignored Ye Zhaoyuan, who sat quietly nearby.

Unfortunately, it was too late. Just as Hogue was about to issue his orders, the battlefield was suddenly surrounded by dense ranks of Ming soldiers, wielding long spears and Mauser rifles, roaring fiercely as they charged into the fray.

This time, he had acted on his own judgment and initiative, successfully pulling a critically ill patient back from the brink of death. His heart swelled with immense joy at this triumph, leaving him momentarily at a loss for words.

I hope this matter can be resolved so smoothly—that would be best. At least he softened his stance; true heroes value honor above all and may not truly care about his wounded arm.

“Hmph, still a bit far,” Bagnell murmured, stroking his chin absentmindedly, his fingers tracing the dark stubble there. After a moment, his eyes narrowed slowly, his movements growing slower, a cunning glint flickering in his half-lidded gaze.

In other words, wherever the army passed, nothing remained—at least from the Mongols’ perspective. This place seemed less like the land of the Great Mongol Empire and more like a completely foreign, untamed wilderness.

The brave warrior surveyed his surroundings and indeed found many rare plants. Originally, he had spotted the Phoenix King resting near this area from afar, which was why he hurriedly tracked its trail to arrive here.

The Chief Commander's barracks were the largest, covering over three hundred acres; the Left Division occupied nearly a hundred acres, while the Right Division spanned only fifty.

Though the inner clerk’s position was prestigious, it was also exhausting. With a mountain of exam papers to grade, completing all evaluations within just ten days was no simple feat. At times, the strain was so great that it made one dizzy and lose appetite, yet perseverance was essential.

Pu Shougeng smiled proudly, not with lecherousness, but with the bearing of a victor.

Geng Tianle glanced around at the devastated surroundings and shook his head. Why did every battle have to ruin the environment? This beautiful place had been desecrated once again. But that was none of his concern. After orienting himself, Geng Tianle pressed onward.

Compared to ordinary prisons—even maximum security ones—the icebox prison treated inmates far less humanely. Ultimately, this stemmed from humanity’s deep-seated prejudice against mutants.

Inside the room, Qu Nanyue, sitting by the bedside with a bowl of porridge, looked amusedly at Lin Zhao, who was hiding under the blanket.

Zhang Ningyun’s heart sank; her Empress Mother still favored the new Phoenix Queen just as she had in her previous life.

Li Shimin’s hands gripped the city wall as he watched the remnants of the strange-sword army below. Though exhausted, gasping for breath, drenched in sweat, and suffering heavy casualties, their formation remained intact. His chest heaved violently, his mind restless and unsettled.

While the long spear had tracking capabilities, how could such a sudden ambush be evaded so effortlessly? And yet, even with preparation, a single weapon had found its mark?

“Xue’er, are you alright?” Mu Qiancheng rushed to Jiang Xue’s side, his face full of concern.

“Good. Everyone, keep it up.” As the current core of the team, Cheng Lai nodded in agreement.

Meanwhile, Arthur Weasley remained a devoted follower of Dumbledore; almost the entire Weasley family had joined the Order of the Phoenix. The Weasleys provided Harry Potter, the ‘Chosen One,’ with the warmth and protection of family and, naturally, received the Order’s protection in return.

Back at the hotel, Jiang Xue eagerly asked for Mr. Lan’s number. As she had suspected, Jin Hao’s people had failed.