Berserk God of War
Chapter 268 - 268 268 Ning Jingjing Enough is Enough

268: Chapter 268 Ning Jingjing, Enough is Enough 268: Chapter 268 Ning Jingjing, Enough is Enough Lan Zhuanghe was in the great hall of the fortress tower when he heard that Sikong Jing had actually entered the city to negotiate with him.

He shivered all over and then erupted in anger, “What does this kid want to do?”

“Is he walking right into a trap?

Bring him in!”

Immediately, the first Sikong Jing was brought inside.

Lan Zhuanghe was about to speak when another person came to report, “General Lan, Sikong Jing is on the city wall, saying he wants to negotiate with you.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Lan Zhuanghe responded with complete confusion, “I know, he’s right here.”

As he spoke, he pointed to the first Sikong Jing.

The reporting soldier was stunned, “What’s going on, I haven’t brought him up yet.”

“General Lan, Sikong Jing is on the city wall, saying he wants to negotiate.”

Another soldier came to report, followed by one, two, three more reports, all saying exactly the same thing.

This completely baffled Lan Zhuanghe.

But he immediately shivered and said, “No, it’s a trick!”

As soon as he finished speaking, several “Sikong Jings” inside and outside the city tower suddenly burst forth and leaped down from the city tower.

“Damn it, they are all fake!

Kill them all.”

However, just then, numerous figures flashed up to the city wall with the Beast Skill Flowing Cloud Flash, easily hundreds in number, all disguised as Sikong Jing.

They chorused, “I am Sikong Jing, I want to talk with General Lan.”

As the voices thundered, all of the Black-armored Soldiers of the 96th Legion were bewildered, unable to determine which one was the real one.

Without a command from General Lan, they dared not kill indiscriminately.

In their moment of bewilderment, the hundreds of men also fiercely leaped down into the fortress, then several figures rushed towards each gate.

Only then did the Black-armored Soldiers react and chase after them.

Lan Zhuanghe of course rushed out of the room and roared from the top of the city tower, “Kill them, they are all fakes!”

The next moment, a low voice resonated.

“Fake?

General Lan, do you know how your brother died?

I struck him dead directly.”

Another Sikong Jing appeared on top of the city wall.

Lan Zhuanghe’s gaze froze, and driven by hatred, he roared fiercely, “Capture him alive.”

The Black-armored Soldiers who were originally chasing the hundreds of fake Sikong Jings hesitated, then came running over to kill.

But the next instant, this Sikong Jing gently wiped his face, and his face smeared off.

“Actually, I am also fake!”

Having said this, this Sikong Jing turned and jumped down from the wall, returning to the midst of the 99th Legion.

Immediately after, a few more Sikong Jings mounted the city wall.

They spoke cheerily, “General Lan, guess which one of us is real?”

In an instant, Lan Zhuanghe was enraged to the point of madness; this was making a fool out of him.

“Kill them, kill them all for me!”

Eventually, that was the only order he could give, as going on like this would drive him mad.

But just then, a deep voice rang out, “General Ning, the east gate is open, please commence the attack!”

One of the “Sikong Jings” who had entered the castle poured out of the city gate…

Then another report came, “The west gate is open, please General Ning, commence the attack.”

“The north gate is ready, attack.”

“Report to General Ning, the south gate is ready.”

In the blink of an eye, all four city gates were wide open.

And with a command from Ning Jingjing, four squads of troops thunderously charged into Ninety-Six Castle from the four gates.

Instantly, the sound of battle shook the heavens.

Atop the city tower, Lan Zhuanghe felt a chill throughout his body, bone-deep!

…

Long Night Black Burning Camp, Central Castle.

Yan Shun had just been called out of bed.

He stretched and looked at a fat middle-aged man beside him.

“Niu Canmou, what’s so urgent that you had to wake me up?”

“Right, how is it going with Lan Zhuanghe?

Have they taken the 99th Castle yet?”

“Ning Jingjing really needs to be suppressed a bit.

That woman is too troublesome; she always wants to resist me… and I should really apply for more benefits for Lan Zhuanghe.”

Having said this, he noticed Niu Canmou’s face didn’t look good.

He asked again, “What’s wrong?”

“Commander Yan, Ning Jingjing counter-attacked Lan Zhuanghe at dawn, and now she has surrounded the castle of the 96th Legion,” Niu Canmou said, his lips twitching constantly.

Suddenly, Yan Shun was shocked, “What the hell is Lan Zhuanghe doing, are they all sleeping?”

The 96th Legion being counter-attacked and surrounded by the 99th Legion was utterly ridiculous.

Niu Canmou shook his head, “No, according to the report from a General of the nearby 98th Legion, Ning Jingjing led a charge with thirty thousand Black Armored Soldiers, making Lan Zhuanghe… cry for his parents.”

Gaping, Yan Shun just couldn’t make sense of it, what was going on?

The 96th Legion had fifty thousand Black Armored Soldiers, and they were significantly better in quality; how could they possibly be beaten to the point of crying for their parents?

“Let’s go and check it out right away.

At least Ning Jingjing couldn’t possibly have breached the Ninety-Six Castle.

There’s still hope for Lan Zhuanghe…”

“Then we can think of a way to let him counter-attack.”

The two were just leaving when suddenly a soldier burst in, saying, “Report to Commander Yan, General Ning of the 99th Legion has already entered the castle of the 96th Legion.

General Lan lasted less than two hours.”

At this, Yan Shun felt as if he had been slapped across the face — it hurt!

He had just said Ning Jingjing couldn’t possibly breach the castle, yet in less than two hours, she had broken in.

“Damned fool, is Lan Zhuanghe an idiot?

Is his castle made of paper?”

Roaring out loud, Yan Shun no longer delayed and hurried toward the Ninety-Six Castle at top speed.

…

Meanwhile, the battle at the Ninety-Six Castle had already subsided.

No sooner had the 99th Legion entered the castle than their morale surged.

Under Ning Jingjing’s command, they fought their way to the top of the tower and directly brought down Lan Zhuanghe.

With the main commander captured, the entire Ninety-Six Castle suddenly lost its will to fight, tossing aside their helmets and armor.

Ning Jingjing, accompanied by Elder Wei and others, pointed at Lan Zhuanghe, “General Lan, hand over the token of the 96th Legion, then roll down the tower yourself, remember… roll down.”

Lan Zhuanghe’s face turned extremely ugly; he had lost inexplicably and utterly.

“Dream on, Ning Jingjing.

You wouldn’t dare kill me, would you?”

Lan Zhuanghe had a defiant air about him; he was well-connected, his father had a very good relationship with Yan Shun.

Slap!

Suddenly, Sikong Jing appeared in front of Lan Zhuanghe and slapped his face, saying coldly, “General Ning might be obligated not to kill you due to military orders, but I am not a man of the Black Burning Army.”

Lan Zhuanghe was stunned and bellowed, “Sikong Jing, I will kill you!”

Slap!

Another slap sounded; this time it was Ning Jingjing who struck, and she snorted coldly, “Who says I wouldn’t dare kill you?

You attacked me first, would it be strange if I accidentally killed you while counter-attacking and taking the castle?”

Having said this, she let out a clang as her sword flashed, pinning it against Lan Zhuanghe’s neck.

Suddenly, Lan Zhuanghe was dumbfounded, his legs trembling.

“Killing you, I’ll still remain in the 99th Legion at most.

Do you think I’d be afraid?” Ning Jingjing pressed her sword downward.

However, just at that moment, a deep voice resounded, “Enough, Ning Jingjing.”

As the voice fell, a terrifying True Qi surged forth; Yan Shun along with Niu Canmou landed heavily.

Upon seeing them, Lan Zhuanghe immediately began to sob, “Commander Yan, Ning Jingjing is colluding with a wild man to kill me, and that no-good Spirit Martial Root guy, she actually let an outsider shit on the head of the Black Burning Army!”

At these words, malice flashed in Ning Jingjing’s eyes, and her sword almost chopped toward Lan Zhuanghe.