The Legend of Zhao Ying (Episodes 1-20) - Complete Version

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【The Legend of Zhao Ying】(1-20)
Author: Son of Darkness
Word Count: 215447
Chapter 1: The Altar
In 414 AD, in Ledu, Liangzhou, the capital of the Southern Liang Kingdom was now filled with the army of the Western Qin. They
densely surrounded the altar in the center of the capital, as if it were the focus of the world. To
celebrate the army's conquest of the Southern Liang and to pray to Heaven for dominance over Liangzhou, the Western Qin ruler, Qifu Chipan, decided to hold a grand sacrifice at the altar in Ledu
. One hundred thousand Western Qin soldiers, clad in gleaming silver armor, stood in neat rows around the altar.
A forest of banners fluttered in the wind, almost completely obscuring the sky. Amidst the thunderous cheers of the soldiers
, the conquered city trembled.
Beneath the ornate altar, two shirtless, burly men, drenched in sweat, were pinning down a struggling pig .
One of them held the pig's head down with his left hand, while his right hand drew a two-foot-long cleaver, which he dragged
back and forth across the pig's thick neck. The immobilized beast could only let out pitiful screams. In moments,
a large pig's head rolled to the ground with gushing blood. The headless pig
struggled even more fiercely, finally managing to stop moving. By the time it finally ceased, the two blood-soaked men were already
panting heavily and looking utterly disheveled. Beside the altar, a tall man in military uniform watched the scene with a
wicked grin, muttering to himself, "Looks like slaughtering people is always more convenient." Long before that
pig was slaughtered, a fat sheep had already been decapitated in their hands, requiring considerable effort as well
. Three tables covered with red cloth were placed on the altar to hold the corpses of the sacrificial offerings; above the altar
were three dishes to display the heads of the offerings. After the pig's head, sheep's head, pig's body, and sheep's body were arranged
, only the central table and dishes remained empty. At this moment, everyone's gaze naturally shifted to the back, for
the final offering was about to be brought forward. This offering was neither animal nor poultry, but a living
person, a completely naked woman.
Although the woman was nearly forty, her face looked like that of a woman in her early thirties, and her figure was as
full as a young woman's. Her strong limbs clearly indicated she had a military background, and her two round, full breasts
were parted in a V-shape in front of her chest, with two round, pointed nipples protruding to either side, exuding the charm of a mature woman. The woman
's hands were tightly bound behind her back, and her entire body was covered in a greasy substance resembling sun oil, the shimmering
sheen making her figure appear even more curvaceous and alluring. This woman was none other than
Zhao Ying, the last female warrior of the Former Qin women's camp.
Seeing herself standing naked before a densely packed group of men, Zhao Ying blushed deeply with shame,
the immense humiliation slightly outweighing the fear of death. Amidst the shouts and shoves of the jailers behind her, Zhao Ying managed to
take a few steps forward with difficulty. Looking at the distant altar, she knew that would be the end of her life.
As death approached, memories of the past, the smiling faces of her sisters, flashed before her eyes, especially the image of
her empress—Zhang Xiulan—facing execution with unwavering resolve. Thinking of this, Zhao Ying lowered her head and looked at
her own body, silently saying, "I can't disgrace the female soldiers in front of these beasts!
What's a naked body if I'm already dead!" With that, she raised her head high and walked calmly towards the altar...
Section Two: Xiao Ying
Zhao Ying was thirty-eight years old this year, the last female soldier in the female battalion. In her more than twenty years of military
service, she had repeatedly escaped death. Just when Zhao Ying thought she could live out her days in peace, death unexpectedly came knocking
. It seemed that being decapitated was truly the fate of female soldiers. Thinking of this, Zhao Ying couldn't help but laugh self-deprecatingly.
The gusts of cold wind blowing against her naked body made her feel the chill of impending death even more. Looking at
the various strange looks from the onlookers, Zhao Ying's feelings of humiliation surged up again and again. "I never thought I
'd feel ashamed. I remember being naked in front of everyone like that back then." Childhood memories
slowly surfaced before Zhao Ying's eyes like smoke...
Xinping City was an important city in the Guanzhong region, a strategic location fought over by military strategists. In the chaotic era of the Sixteen Kingdoms,
the phrase "the flags on the city walls change hands constantly" perfectly described this city. Zhao Ying was born in
Zhao Family Village near Xinping City. Years of war made her an orphan like many other children. She didn't know her surname
or how to write her given name; she only vaguely remembered that her parents always called her "Xiao Ying." During a warlord
conflict, Zhao Family Village suffered annihilation; almost everyone in the village was slaughtered.
Xiao Ying, who crawled out from the pile of corpses, didn't know how she survived. She only knew that she would never find her parents again.
Eight-year-old Xiao Ying arrived in Xinping City like a fallen leaf, among a sea of refugees. Although years of
war had left the city lifeless, it was still far better than the villages that resembled graveyards. Like the
other refugees struggling to survive, Xiao Ying did almost every kind of work imaginable. Begging in the streets
became a daily routine. Her already tattered clothes wore thinner and thinner; new clothes were
a pipe dream for Xiao Ying, whose daily earnings barely covered her needs. She could only watch her small body gradually become exposed
. Fortunately, she was still young, her body not yet fully developed. Furthermore, with her sallow complexion and disheveled hair, Xiao Ying looked
no different from the little boys begging on the streets. In spring and summer, she
ran around shirtless like the other boys. In autumn and winter, she could only find rags or dry grass to wrap herself in
for warmth. At night, the children huddled together for warmth. Long malnourished, she had long forgotten the shyness of being a girl
, or rather, she had lost the capacity for shyness. But this didn't mean Zhao Ying had forgotten she was a girl.
Whether relieving herself or bathing, she deliberately hid in the shadows; perhaps disguising herself as a boy was a
form of self-protection. Years passed, and many refugees died from the harsh winters, but Xiao Ying and her friends
survived—a miracle indeed.
Since the Former Qin unified the north, Xinping City had enjoyed a few years of peace, but with the fall of the Fei River…
Following the defeat, a new round of warlord warfare erupted in Guanzhong. Death once again visited Xinping, a strategically important military location.
Dead bodies were a common sight in the streets, and bloodied heads were a daily fixture on the city walls. But all of this seemed
irrelevant to Xiao Ying; the corpses and blood had numbed her. Her only concern was finding food to survive.
One day, as usual, Xiao Ying, shirtless, was carrying timber in a military camp with several other similarly bare-chested homeless children.
Every warlord who occupied Xinping inevitably undertook large-scale construction projects, and the starving
people in the city were their best target, as they only needed to be given scraps afterward—economical and practical. This
time, Xinping was occupied by the resurgent army of the Former Qin. Since the death of the great ruler Fu Jian, the vast Former Qin Empire
had collapsed overnight. However, Fu Jian's grandson, Fu Deng, had raised a new army in the north, defeating numerous rivals and showing
signs of restoring the former glory of the Former Qin. Fu Jian was killed in Xinping by his own minister,
Yao Chang, who is now the ruler of Guanzhong. After Fu Deng recaptured Xinping, his first act was to build a temple to enshrine
Fu Jian's memorial tablet.
"Is it almost finished?" Qin general Cao Jian asked the soldiers supervising the construction, riding a tall horse.
"Yes, General. It will be completed as soon as the craftsmen finish painting the walls tomorrow," the soldiers replied respectfully
.
"That's good. You know His Majesty values the ancestral temple of the late emperor very much. If there were even the slightest mishap, our heads
would be on our hands." Cao Jian glanced at the group of little boys carrying timber nearby and continued to ask the soldiers
, "Those guys are doing a good job, aren't they?"
"Not bad. Don't let their skinny appearance fool you, they work quite diligently. It's just that they're too weak;
it takes several people to carry a few logs."
"Not bad at all... Come on, once they finish their work, bring them all over to serve in the army!"
"Uh, them? General, look at those bones; they'd probably fall over in a gust of wind. How can they fight
a war like that?"
"You know nothing! Damn it, there are fewer and fewer able-bodied men these days, but more and more people are dying. I think
those guys are alright at work. As long as they're well-fed, they shouldn't be at a disadvantage in battle. Go, hurry up!"
Seeing Cao Jian's furious outburst, the soldiers broke out in a cold sweat. They rushed
to the group of boys, shouting, "Hey, you guys are in luck! The lord has ordered that
you'll be living the high life from now on! Come on, report to the barracks right now!!" The disheveled boys
blinked, seemingly not understanding the soldiers' words, but the words "eat and drink" did stimulate them
. They grinned foolishly a few times and then followed the soldiers to the barracks. The quartermaster , yawning outside the camp,
saw soldiers leading in several shirtless "skinny" kids and immediately understood what was going on.
He tossed a few old uniforms in front of the ragged children and said expressionlessly, "Come on,
take off your stinking trousers and change into these uniforms. From now on, we'll leave our fates to fate." Only then
did the children realize they had been conscripted. But for them, whether it was fighting or begging,
as long as they had food and clothes, it didn't matter.
They understood the simple truth that soldiers had an easier time getting food than ordinary people. So, after a short while, they happily took off
their trousers and picked up the uniforms to wear. One of the boys, after standing there for a while, started running away.
The soldier quickly caught up with him, grabbed him, and shouted in a shrill voice, "Hey, you brat,
you think you can run away from the army camp? Do you think this is your home? Go back and change your clothes properly! Go!!"
The boy looked terrified and didn't answer, just shaking his head repeatedly. The soldier immediately became enraged.
He grabbed the boy's hand like an eagle and pulled him back, causing the boy to stumble and fall to
the ground with a "thud." The soldier pointed at the boy and cursed, "You little brat, you don't know how to enjoy your good fortune. Look at your buddies, they're
almost dressed, and I've never seen anyone as shameless as you. Are you afraid of dying? Dying well is
much better than starving!" The boy struggled to his feet, looking confused, and didn't speak,
just shaking his head repeatedly. The soldier, enraged, immediately drew his sword and said to the boy, "I
don't have time to play with you, you little brat. Either you change into your uniform right now, or I'll chop you up right now." The boy,
seeing the gleaming sword, turned pale with fright and stammered, "No... I
... I... I'm not... not... a man..."
"What?!" The soldier was even angrier. "You brat! Do you think I'm stupid? What makes you
look like a man? Take off those tattered pants right now and let everyone see if you're a man or a woman!!"
Tears streamed down the boy's face. Looking at the soldier's menacing eyes and the sword in his hand, he reluctantly and
slowly pulled down his pants. When the boy was completely naked before everyone, they
were all stunned. The "cleft" genitals clearly told them that this was a genuine girl
. "This..." The soldier's eyes nearly widened in disbelief. He couldn't believe that this flat-chested guy was
a girl. The boys, now in uniform, exchanged bewildered glances, utterly astonished. They hadn't expected their
partner, who had been working naked alongside them for the past few days, to be a woman—and that girl was none other than Xiao Ying.
"What's going on? What's going on?" Cao Jian, noticing the commotion in the camp, rushed over to see
what was happening. The soldier, who had been stunned for a moment, finally came to his senses and immediately saluted Cao Jian, recounting the events of the previous day
in detail. Enraged, Cao Jian 　　slapped her hard across the face. "Idiot!
Have you been eating rice for nothing all these years? Can't you even tell a man from a woman?!" Furious, Cao Jian walked up to the emaciated Xiao Ying and scrutinized her from head to toe. She was as disheveled as the boys, 　　her thin frame almost bursting through her skin, her breasts flat against her chest, nearly sunken in. She looked 　　no different from any other boy. Even though she was naked, she was utterly 　　unappealing to men. Looking at this "useless" tomboy, the hot-tempered Cao Jian swung his hand...

He shouted, "Guards! Drag her out and behead her!!" Xiao Ying was stunned. Before she could react, an
executioner in a red vest approached, twisted her hands behind her back without a word, and
quickly pulled out a rope from his waist, binding her tightly in a few moments.
Xiao Ying, stunned for a moment, realized she was about to be beheaded. She was so terrified that half her soul left her body, her legs went
weak, and half her body collapsed. Beheading was nothing new to her; she had seen it
far too many times. The dripping heads on the city walls had long since numbed her, but when it came to her own head
, the long-forgotten fear immediately surged into her heart.
"Get up! Stop pretending in front of me!" The executioner yanked Xiao Ying up from the ground, half-dragging, half-carrying
her outside the military camp. He found a short wooden stake near the gate, put her bound hands
on it, and pressed down. With a "snap," Xiao Ying's thin legs were forced to her knees
. The stake was as wide as a small drum, and Xiao Ying's hands and back were firmly pressed against it
. Although she was terrified and weak, she had no choice but to kneel with her chest out. This impromptu
execution immediately attracted the attention of the soldiers resting near the camp. They all stared at Xiao Ying with strange eyes,
scrutinizing her from head to toe. "She's a woman, definitely a little woman," the soldiers
discussed excitedly, staring at Xiao Ying. "This little wench is too skinny, she doesn't even have breasts." "What a pity,
she's being cut off before she's even deflowered." "Hey, little wench, spread your legs so I can check them out, haha!" A barrage
of vulgar language assaulted her, seemingly awakening a long-dormant sense of feminine shame in Xiao Ying. Although
she had faced the city's diverse crowd topless for years, she had never felt so humiliated
and embarrassed as she did today. Xiao Ying was only fourteen years old. In ancient times, women developed later than modern women, and coupled with Xiao Ying's
malnutrition, her female sexual characteristics had not yet appeared. Although her areolas appeared larger than a typical boy's
, no one had ever doubted that she was a girl.
The executioner was also young, only fifteen or sixteen years old, but he seemed very experienced. He secured Xiao Ying
to the wooden stake, then forcefully pressed her head down with his hand, and said slowly, "Kneel down properly and
don't move! Behave yourself, and I'll give you a quick death!" With that, he drew a several-foot-long
broadsword from his waist, glanced at Xiao Ying's toothpick-sized neck out of the corner of his eye, and
prepared to chop down. Although such impromptu executions in the military camp didn't require a specific time
, speed was crucial. Delay would easily result in punishment from officers, and besides, Xiao Ying's naked body had little
"aesthetic" value. Therefore, the executioner intended to finish quickly. On the other hand,
Xiao Ying, overwhelmed by fear, was now in a semi-conscious state. Everything had happened so suddenly that her mind went
blank. She stared blankly at the yellowish-brown ground, waiting for her head to make "intimate
contact" with it.
Just as she felt a gust of cold wind blowing against her neck, she heard a "Wait!" and the wind stopped abruptly
. Xiao Ying, her heart pounding, gasped for breath, large beads of cold sweat streaming down her face
. As Xiao Ying wondered what had happened, she heard all the soldiers around her kneel down in unison
, respectfully saying, "Greetings, Your Majesty the Empress!!" "Who is this person?" a woman's voice
came from ahead. It must be the one called "Empress." Xiao Ying was still in shock and didn't dare to look up
, fearing that if she accidentally angered the "Empress," her little head might fall to the ground immediately
. After hearing the whole story, the "Empress" laughed heartily: "Hahaha, you all
really can't even tell the difference between men and women. Besides, what crime has this little girl committed? Why must she be beheaded? Quickly,
summon your General Cao!" At the same time, Xiao Ying felt someone help her up, untying her bonds
and draping a garment over her shoulders. Only then did Xiao Ying realize she was out of danger. Her tense heart relaxed
, and she immediately fainted.
That Empress was none other than the famous Empress Mao, wife of Fu Deng, the former ruler of Qin. Out of
gratitude for Empress Mao's saving her life, Xiao Ying decided to join the Qin army's women's camp, partly hoping for a better future.
Empress Mao gave her a beautiful name—Zhao Ying—and assigned her to Zhang Xiulan's unit
. Thus, the "little boy" Zhao Ying began her military career.
Recalling that harrowing experience, Zhao Ying couldn't help but laugh self-deprecatingly. It was hard to imagine herself
facing everyone almost every day topless, even though she hadn't yet developed a woman's figure. Yes,
if she hadn't joined the women's camp back then, perhaps she wouldn't be stripped naked and led to the altar to be beheaded today; but if she hadn't joined
the women's camp, she might have frozen or starved to death by the roadside someday, let alone developed the
impressive figure she has today. Just surviving to this day is already a huge blessing. Thinking of this, Zhao Ying's feelings of humiliation and fear gradually
dissipated. She turned around and shouted at the two soldiers pushing her, "I don't need you to push me! I can walk by myself!"
After saying that, Zhao Ying straightened her chest, looked proudly ahead, and strode confidently towards the altar...
Chapter 3: Chai Jun
Indeed, if Zhao Ying hadn't become a female soldier, her short life wouldn't have been so colorful, especially
compared to her sisters, she was already the "longest-lived". When Zhao Ying first joined the army, she was young
and physically weak, so she initially only performed logistical work. She truly distinguished herself when Zhang Xiulan took command of
the women's battalion. As Zhao Ying joined, Fu Deng's rule began its decline. A few months
later, in the Battle of Guanzhong, the Former Qin suffered an unprecedented defeat; most of the women's battalion's women were killed or wounded, and
the heads of hundreds of female soldiers and generals were displayed in Chang'an, becoming a permanent stain on the battalion's reputation. However, the disaster did not
end there. The Later Qin, shifting from defense to offense, launched repeated attacks on Xinping. Empress Mao
was unfortunately captured in a major battle and brutally executed by Yao Chang. Finally, the Former Qin army was forced to abandon Xinping and retreat to Anding County in the north.
Upon arriving in Anding, the severely weakened Former Qin army could only maintain a defensive posture, recruiting soldiers and increasing supplies.
Strengthen the surrounding defenses to prevent the Later Qin army from taking advantage of the situation and invading. At this time, the women's camp only had about three hundred people left, which was no longer enough
to fight as a legion. They could only stay in the city to guard against bandits, in addition to general security work
. In times of war, bandits naturally rise up everywhere. Large and small bandits each occupied their own mountains and ruled their own territory.
In addition to fighting each other for territory, they would also attack cities from time to time to kill and burn. They were truly ruthless. The most
notorious in Anding County were the couple Yang Zeng and Meng Fu, who occupied Baipao Mountain.
Now, let's turn to two separate stories. When telling the story of the conflict between the women's camp and Baipao Mountain, let's first tell
the story of a young man named Chai Jun.
In Anding City lived a family of executioners, headed by the surname Chai. It was said that the Chai family's great-grandfather had originally served as
an executioner in the army, and by the Jin Dynasty, they had established themselves in Anding City. Despite
the turmoil of the War of the Eight Princes and the Five Barbarian Invasions, the Chai family's status as executioners remained unshaken. Whenever a prisoner was executed in the city
, the Chai family's executioners were always present. "Who cares who's emperor? Our family will never go hungry,"
Chai Sheng often said proudly. Chai Sheng was the current head of the Chai family, inheriting the family's formidable swordsmanship. His son,
Chai Jun, learned swordsmanship from his father from a young age, mastering his father's skills in three or four years. By the age of thirteen,
he was already serving as his father's assistant, frequently seen at the execution grounds. Five years later, when the Former Qin Dynasty occupied Anding, the skilled Chai Jun
was chosen by the Qin general Cao Jian to become an executioner. The greatest advantage of being an executioner is that you don't have to charge into battle;
you only stay in the rear during each fight. As long as your side doesn't collapse, you don't have to worry about your safety.
Under Fu Deng's leadership, the Former Qin army won several consecutive battles, forcing the Later Qin army to retreat repeatedly. Six months later, the Former
Qin army had captured Xinping, a crucial stronghold in Guanzhong. It was
in this city that Fu Jian, the brilliant ruler of the Former Qin, was killed by Yao Chang, the ruler of the Later Qin. Therefore, Fu Deng's first act upon capturing Xinping was to order Cao Jian to build
a temple to worship Fu Jian. Cao Jian then conscripted a large number of men from the city, partly to build the temple and partly
to replenish the army. Many of the men who worked there were sent to the army after completing their tasks. Chai Jun, as
usual, was on guard duty next to the main camp. This special position of executioner was like that of a receptionist today—
most of the time quite boring. Ordinary chores rarely kept him interested. Chai Jun now missed his
days in prison; at least there he was much freer.
Another boring afternoon passed, and Chai Jun, as usual, stood guard in the camp with a blank stare. He saw his comrade leading several
skinny young men into the camp. He knew that new recruits had joined. Due to the shortage of adult men,
the various warlords were indiscriminate in their conscription, and this was commonplace for Chai Jun,
not piquing his interest at all. Sneaking a nap was the most practical thing for him. But
the commotion that followed shattered his dream. Somehow, a new recruit
got into an argument with a soldier, which alerted General Cao Jian. Soon after, Cao Jian ordered
the recruit to be dragged outside the camp and beheaded. Nothing excited him more than blood and a knife;
the drowsy Chai Jun suddenly perked up, grabbed his large, menacing sword, and strode over. After understanding what had happened, Chai Jun was shocked. If it weren't for 　　the clearly visible "slit"
in the recruit's genitals , Chai Jun would hardly believe that the skinny little thing before him was a girl. 　　The girl was about his age, around thirteen or fourteen. Her disheveled hair and gaunt face made it difficult 　　to tell if she was a boy or a girl. Although people in ancient times didn't develop as early as modern times, her chest was so 　　flat that even Cao Jian's soldiers, including the homeless children working with her, didn't realize 　　she was a girl. Chai Jun couldn't help but smile bitterly. Despite being only fifteen, he had already beheaded 　　several female bandits back in Anding City. Admiring the naked bodies of adult female prisoners was one of his great pleasures as an executioner. But 　　the "female body" before him held absolutely no appeal. The girl's arm bones, leg bones, ribs, 　　and sternum were all clearly visible through her thin, yellow skin, as if her bones were embedded there, 　　easily pulled out with a single touch. Her pitiful appearance 　　stirred a sliver of pity in even the usually "cold-blooded" Chai Jun. However, sympathy aside, Chai Jun was never careless about his mission. In a few 　　swift movements, he twisted the girl's hands behind her back and tied them securely. The girl was clearly 　　terrified by this sudden turn of events, letting out cries of agony. Her two matchstick-sized legs went limp, and 　　she nearly collapsed. Chai Jun had no choice but to half-drag, half-carry her outside the barracks. For executioners, these 　　cowardly prisoners were the most troublesome, because they wouldn't obediently assume a position for the execution. 　　Fortunately, this wasn't a formal execution, so Chai Jun found a half-person-high round 　　wooden stake in the wooden fence outside the barracks. He put the girl's bound hands inside, and because the stake's thickness was just right against the girl's arms and 　　back, she could only kneel obediently on the ground despite her crying and screaming. 　　As soon as someone was about to be beheaded, the nearby soldiers swarmed around like flies smelling meat 　　, commenting on this "exquisite" figure. Being able to display his swift and 　　lightning-fast swordsmanship in front of an audience was usually a great pleasure for Chai Jun, especially when executing female prisoners, he often 　　felt a double thrill. However, this time, the female prisoner's figure really displeased him. As the girl's head was forcefully pressed down, 　　her already clearly visible cervical vertebrae pierced through her skin. Chai Jun drew his broadsword and 　　swung it down at the girl's neck joint. In the blink of an eye, just as the blade was two or three inches from her neck, a 　　clear "Stop!" rang out. Startled, Chai Jun immediately stopped. He saw the surrounding soldiers 　　all kneel down in unison, saying, "Greetings, Your Majesty the Empress!" 　　"What?" Chai Jun was shocked. Could it be the Empress Mao, known for her literary and martial prowess and celestial beauty 　　? He quickly looked up and saw several female soldiers in military uniforms escorting a 　　female general wearing a golden phoenix helmet and phoenix-scale armor. She was Empress Mao, wife of Fu Deng, the ruler of the Former Qin Dynasty. Despite her...

She was dressed in military uniform, but it couldn't conceal her beautiful features and voluptuous figure. Chai Jun's heart skipped a beat.
Not to mention this little girl who looked like a "cheap bargain," even the female bandits he had previously executed
seemed like ugly ducklings compared to her. His mind raced with fantasies. "You audacious servant! Her Majesty the Empress has arrived!
Kneel down!" A female soldier beside Empress Mao pointed at the dazed Chai Jun and shouted. Chai Jun was startled, his
mind returning to normal. He fell to the ground, trembling, and stammered, "This...
this humble servant greets Her Majesty the Empress." Empress Mao was quite amiable and didn't hold Chai Jun's earlier rudeness against her
. Instead, she gently inquired about the little girl, and Chai Jun truthfully recounted everything, but
he never dared to look Empress Mao in the eye.
Everyone was puzzled by Empress Mao's extensive information network, but her profound knowledge of military affairs was
common knowledge. In short, the girl was pardoned by the Empress and taken back to the women's camp. This day
was also quite dramatic for Chai Jun. Even after the crowd dispersed, he remained staring blankly at the broken ropes scattered on the ground and the
wooden stake untouched by blood, unable to react for a long time. This was the first time in his many years of service that he had seen such an
unappealing female prisoner, and the first time an execution had been interrupted. Later, Chai Jun learned from those around him that the
girl had been incorporated into the women's camp by Empress Mao and renamed "Zhao Ying." Although they were "comrades-in-arms," they hadn't
encountered each other in the army. Chai Jun simply laughed it off as an anecdote and quickly forgot about the little girl.
After experiencing that dramatic execution, Chai Jun followed the army south to participate in
the war to attack Chang'an. However, Lady Luck seemed to have abandoned Fu Deng. Facing the disadvantaged Later Qin army, they turned the tide of battle. The previously
dominant Former Qin army suffered a crushing defeat, losing more than half its soldiers. Even Empress Mao was brutally murdered,
beheaded by Yao Chang in the army camp.
This news was a devastating blow not only to Fu Deng and the soldiers of the women's camp, but also to Chai Jun, who
was stunned for days. Although he had only seen Empress Mao once, her clear, sweet voice and ethereal
beauty had left a lasting impression on him. How could such a beauty have had her head chopped off by those bastards of Later Qin
?! The men's hairy hands and Empress Mao's body intertwined endlessly in Chai Jun's mind. The jackal
-like laughter and Empress Mao's shrill moans echoed in his ears. He even saw Empress Mao's beautiful head rolling towards him, his skin 　　burning as if drenched in
her gushing blood . 　　"Damn it!! Those caterpillars!!!" Chai Jun's hatred wasn't so much for Empress Yao Chang, but rather a 　　burning jealousy. To have sex with Empress Mao, or even to behead her naked, was merely a fantasy for him, 　　though such thoughts had crossed his mind a thousand times. Yet, these bastards of Later Qin had 　　easily "realized" this fantasy, and the jealousy and anger in his heart were unimaginable. For a time, Chai Jun even inquired 　　about the executioner's name, intending to find him and kill him using the most cruel methods known to any executioner. The death of Empress Mao 　　likely evoked similar complex emotions in other Former Qin soldiers as Chai Jun. In short, 　　after the Former Qin army retreated to Xinping, this low morale persisted for a considerable period. However, the real nightmare was yet 　　to come… 　　On a snowy night, the Later Qin army launched a surprise attack on Xinping. That night, Chai Jun was 　　sound asleep, curled up in his thick quilt, when he suddenly woke up, vaguely feeling a ringing in his ears 　　, and the surroundings seemed to slowly brighten. Chai Jun thought it was a dream, but then he heard someone outside the tent 　　shouting, “Oh no! The Yao bandits have broken in!! The Yao bandits have broken in!!!” Only then did Chai Jun realize that disaster was imminent 　　. The surrounding soldiers were naturally thrown into chaos, the shouts, the grabbing of clothes, and the scrambling for weapons creating a scene resembling a grand Buddhist and 　　Taoist ritual. When the men in the tents emerged, they were all stunned by the scene before them 　　—flames soared into the sky around the city, turning the entire sky crimson; screams, shouts of battle, and 　　the clashing of swords and spears filled the air; a fierce hand-to-hand combat had already raged outside the camp, with blood and limbs flying everywhere. 　　Although Chai Jun was known for "countless killings," this was the first time he had witnessed such close-quarters combat, and his right hand, gripping the large, 　　dagger, trembled involuntarily. 　　Due to the betrayal of the Former Qin general Pang Yi, the Later Qin army, with the help of both inside and outside forces, easily stormed the city. 　　The Former Qin army, almost completely unprepared, was caught off guard, and the commanders of the various units struggled to organize an effective 　　counterattack. Cao Jian's troops, being located in the city center, hadn't met their demise like the troops on the city's perimeter, 　　but that didn't mean their situation was any better. 　　By the time Cao Jian had hurriedly assembled his troops, Liu Bobo's Xiongnu army had already charged in 　　. The Xiongnu were known for their ferocity in battle; a single charge cleaved Cao Jian's forces in two, 　　putting them at a complete disadvantage. Although Chai Jun lacked combat experience, he was still a martial artist, 　　wielding his broadsword with impressive skill, cutting down three Xiongnu soldiers in just a few moves. As he prepared to advance, 　　he found his comrades dwindling, their flesh and limbs flying before his eyes 　　. Realizing the dire situation, Chai Jun was forced to fight and retreat. Just then, an 　　enemy general on a tall horse charged in, slicing through the Qin soldiers like vegetables. Chai Jun looked up and was 　　nearly suffocated with horror. The enemy general was covered in blood, his mount transformed into a "blood-sweating horse," and 　　a necklace made of female soldiers' heads hung around his neck. His monstrous, demon-like face emitted a wild, beast 　　-like laugh. His men, who stood in his way, were quickly hacked to pieces. This man was none other than 　　Liu Bobo, a Xiongnu general of the Later Qin dynasty. 　　"This guy is inhuman!" Although the Former Qin army had many fierce generals capable of taking on ten men at once, 　　Chai Jun had never seen anyone like Liu Bobo, who moved like a bulldozer. Seeing the massive, howling Xiongnu army charging towards him 　　, Chai Jun, already pale with fear, turned and ran. Besides Chai Jun, 　　the soldiers, unable to withstand the onslaught, also retreated in disarray, and the battle had devolved into a one-sided massacre by the Later Qin army. At this moment, Chai Jun's mind was already...

Overwhelmed by fear, he lost all sense of direction, simply fleeing with the chaotic soldiers.
For the first time in his life, executioner Chai Jun felt utterly unworthy of his title.
Section Four: Yang Zeng
On a snowy night, after the devastating defeat, Chai Jun had no idea how far he had run
. This time, he truly understood the meaning of "the wind howling and the cranes crying." No matter how fast he ran, the shouts of the Later Qin army seemed
to echo right behind his back. His legs were completely unresponsive, only knowing to keep pushing forward.
When he finally recovered, he found that the sky was beginning to clear, and his comrades were few and far between.
"The Fu family's empire is finished," Chai Jun thought. Although the war to capture Chang'an had failed,
their strength remained. As long as they could hold Xinping, there was always a chance to turn the tide. But now, not only had they lost Xinping, but their army had also
been largely routed. The Fu family could hardly reclaim their throne; they might even struggle to protect themselves in the future. As Chai Jun gradually calmed down,
he suddenly felt a chill run through his body. He hadn't felt the cold before due to the intense activity.
Having escaped during a night raid, he hadn't worn many clothes, nor even packed any rations. In this
freezing wilderness, even if he wasn't killed by pursuers, freezing and starving to death was only a matter of time. It seemed that
his immediate priority was self-preservation. Chai Jun squinted at his surroundings. Many people lay scattered on the ground,
likely frozen to death from exhaustion during the escape. The surviving soldiers were frantically searching
the corpses, taking clothes or rations.
"Damn it, if I don't hurry, I won't get a single thing," Chai Jun thought. He quickly looked around and saw
a body wearing armor nearby. He rushed over, fearing that if he was even a fraction of a second slower, the "salted fish"
would be stripped naked. "Thank goodness..." Chai Jun, having exhaled a few breaths of warm air
, was about to bend down to strip the clothes off the corpse when he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his right hand. With a "clang," something resembling a sword
fell to the ground beside him. Chai Jun rubbed his aching right hand with his left hand and looked down at the ground. He saw that
the thing on the ground was his own Ghost Head Greatsword. After a long while, his frozen mind finally realized
that he had been gripping that family heirloom sword tightly in his right hand since nightfall, to the point that
the nerves and veins in his hand had become stiff. As Chai Jun picked up the sword, he laughed self-deprecatingly and said, "At least I didn't
disgrace my ancestors."
"Haha, haha, I'm rich, I'm rich...!!" A burst of silly laughter from afar interrupted Chai Jun
's thoughts. He turned around and saw two soldiers huddled next to a corpse, dancing and gesturing wildly, as if they had discovered
a new continent. "Has he gone mad?" Chai Jun wondered. One of the soldiers, his hands trembling
, clutched a bag and mumbled, "Rice... rice..." "What?
Someone actually tried to escape with rice?" Chai Jun's lips twitched slightly. He gripped his sword and
approached them step by step. When he reached the corpse, Chai Jun realized the deceased was Captain Mo Qi. He was lying face
down on the ground with obvious knife wounds on his back, likely inflicted by enemy soldiers during the breakout attempt. He probably
died from blood loss. The two soldiers, who had fainted from hunger, didn't notice Chai Jun's approach and were only focused on stuffing
the bag of coarse rice into their mouths.
"Ah!!!" One of the soldiers suddenly screamed and collapsed heavily to the ground like a sack of potatoes.
Before the other soldier could react, his head was severed in two, and he fell backward without uttering a sound
. The remaining soldiers still searching nearby, hearing the cheers of the two men, approached with ill intent.
However, Chai Jun beat them to it, and he even had weapons… Panic ensued. They had only
cared about escaping in the night, abandoning their weapons. Now, there wasn't even a thick branch to be found, let alone swords or knives
. “Get lost!” Chai Jun pointed a knife at them with one hand, frantically stuffing the blood-stained rice scattered on the ground into his mouth with the other
. But the unarmed soldiers seemed to have no intention of fleeing. Cold and hungry, they perhaps
realized that even escape meant certain death. Grabbing the rations might offer a glimmer of hope, and
despite Chai Jun's intimidation, they drew closer.
"Don't think I'm joking! Take another step forward and they'll be your role models!!" Though terrified
, Chai Jun's heart trembled. If those seven starving soldiers made a desperate struggle,
even with weapons, he might not have the upper hand, especially since he was already exhausted. "Ah!!" Before Chai
Jun could devise a plan, one of the soldiers suddenly lunged forward as if possessed. Chai Jun immediately swung his sword,
splitting the man in half from his chest to his skull. Splattered blood and flesh flew towards him, and Chai Jun instinctively
shielded himself, taking several steps back. After the first man charged, the remaining six, emboldened,
all pressed forward. One of them grabbed Chai Jun's right hand tightly.
When his hand holding the knife was grabbed, Chai Jun was so terrified that the hairs on his body stood on end. Facing
a soldier less than half a foot away, he didn't even bother to break free. He quickly kicked forward, and as the man staggered
back a few steps, Chai Jun swiftly grabbed the knife from his right hand with his left and thrust it forward. The blade immediately pierced
the throat of the soldier who charged forward again, killing him without a sound. Fortunately, Chai Jun's years of hard practice in
using a knife with his left hand came in handy in this critical moment. The blade didn't
linger long after piercing the throat; it was quickly withdrawn and immediately slashed horizontally, cutting a large gash from the right armpit to the stomach of another man
, even severing his sternum. "Aren't you going to let go?!" After cutting down two men, Chai Jun immediately turned his blade and stabbed at
the guy who was desperately gripping his right arm. The blade passed right through his right side, and the man howled
before rolling to the ground. His freed right hand quickly moved to the hilt of his sword. Seeing another guy charging at him
, Chai Jun slashed to the right with both hands, instantly opening a large gash in the man's chest, blood spurting like a fountain
onto his face. "Ah!!" Chai Jun's eyes were now bloodshot. He took a horse stance and swung to the left,
slicing off half of a man's head diagonally, sending him crashing to the ground with a thud.
The remaining Qin soldier, witnessing the hellish, bloody scene before him, turned
deathly pale, letting out groans. His groin suddenly became wet, warm water
dripping onto the thin layer of snow, steaming up. Chai Jun, covered in blood, staggered
, already exhausted from hunger and cold, his strength completely depleted by the strenuous activity. "Get out of here
...?!" Chai Jun shouted, pointing his knife at the pale-faced victim, his breath steaming. "I,
I'll get out, I'll get out..." the soldier stammered, only reacting after a moment. He turned and ran, but before he could take more than a few steps,
an arrow shot from afar, piercing his neck with a whoosh. The wounded soldier even
turned his head, staring wide-eyed at Chai Jun for a few moments before collapsing to the ground.
"An arrow... Could it be...?" Anxious, Chai Jun slowly turned around. What he saw was alarming:
a large troop of men stood behind him, their attire clearly not that of the Former Qin army. "Could it be Yao Chang...
?" Chai Jun reached for his sword in defense, but with a sudden effort, his body lurched backward. "This is it
..." The sky before Chai Jun's eyes gradually darkened, until it was completely dark...
"Am I dead?" Having been unconscious for centuries, Chai Jun was slowly
regaining consciousness, his mind still hazy and accompanied by sharp pains. When he became slightly more alert
, his eyes immediately darted around warily. Night, firelight, men's voices, a straw mat...
and a tattered quilt covering him. Chai Jun's mind raced. Judging from his surroundings, he was clearly not
dead. He could move his limbs, was covered with a blanket, and even his clothes had been changed. The group of people he saw before fainting
were probably not Yao Chang's men, at least not his enemies. So who were they…? Thinking this, Chai Jun
couldn't lie still any longer and quickly got up from the straw mat. Before him was a huge open-air camp, with
at least a hundred people. They all looked strange, and their clothes resembled those of the "Beggars' Gang."
Judging from the darkness of the night sky, it was probably past midnight. Good heavens, he had slept for a whole day.
"Oh, you're awake?" A tall man sat beside the straw mat, his appearance
the complete opposite of the ferocious-looking "Beggars' Clan" around him. He was handsome, with delicate features and a neatly trimmed mustache,
resembling a scholar from Jiangnan. However, he wore a mink hat, a leopard-skin coat, a dagger at his waist , and sheepskin boots in the style of the Huns—a nomadic attire that 　　clashed sharply
with his appearance . 　　"And you are...?" Before Chai Jun could finish speaking, the man called out, "Xiao San, bring 　　me the meat!" A voice responded, and in no time, an 　　ugly man with a yellow cloth wrapped around his head and disheveled hair brought up a plate of fragrant meat. "Brother, you must be starving. Here, eat first." 　　The man's tone suggested he was a sworn brother he hadn't seen in years, but Chai Jun racked his brains trying to remember 　　who he was. However, Chai Jun, whose stomach was practically sticking to his back from hunger, didn't care about anything else when he smelled the aroma of meat. He grabbed a piece of meat with one hand 　　and started eating, even foregoing chopsticks. 　　"Haha, don't rush, eat slowly, be careful not to choke." Chai Jun, dizzy with hunger, didn't care about anything else. 　　The plate of meat in front of him was like a ginseng fruit in Pigsy's eyes. He didn't care about the taste, he just stuffed it into his mouth . 　　After slurping for a while, Chai Jun clutched his chest, his brows furrowed, looking 　　like he couldn't breathe. "See, you're choking, aren't you?" The man laughed and handed him a wine pot. Chai Jun quickly snatched the wine 　　pot and gulped it down. "Huff..." Chai Jun finally managed to swallow the meat stuck in his throat 　　, but he didn't seem to have learned his lesson and continued to grab meat with his hands and stuff it into his mouth. Seeing Chai Jun's 　　disheveled appearance, the man shook his head and said, "I never thought that the son of the famous 'Chai Yidao' would fall to 　　such a state." Chai Jun almost choked again upon hearing this. "Chai Yidao" was the nickname of Chai Jun's father, Chai Sheng, 　　and the meaning was very clear: Chai Sheng was always clean and efficient in carrying out executions, never dragging things out. Chai Jun lowered his hand and 　　carefully examined the man's face, but still couldn't recall who he was. He could only bow and ask, "May I 　　ask who you are, and why you recognize me?" 　　"Hahaha… Brother Chai, you really don't recognize me? I often admire your swordsmanship." 　　"Please tell me…" 　　"Brother Chai, do you remember 'Sai Shan Ying'?" 　　"Oh…" How could Chai Jun not remember this nickname? "Sai Shan Ying" was actually named Mu Zhen. She was once 　　a renowned beauty in Anding City, but her celestial beauty was completely incongruous with her status. Mu Zhen was originally 　　the wife of a mountain bandit king. After her husband's death, she took his place, becoming a powerful woman who led 　　a band of henchmen to rob and plunder in the surrounding villages. The people hated her to the bone, but the government could never do anything about her. 　　At that time, Anding was still under the control of the Later Qin Dynasty, and the governor was Yang Ren. One day, a band of bandits led by Mu Zhen 　　robbed a cartload of gold and silver jewels intended as tribute to Yao Chang, the ruler of Later Qin, and almost all of the accompanying guards were killed. 　　Enraged, Yao Chang ordered a large army to suppress the bandits. Mu Zhen's stronghold was razed to the ground within three days, and Mu Zhen himself 　　was captured after exhausting his strength. After two days of interrogation, Mu Zhen was sentenced to beheading, and the executioner was Chai Jun. At that time, 　　Chai Jun's father, Chai Sheng, had died of illness, so he had become the chief executioner in Anding City, 　　and it was only natural that he was chosen to execute such an important criminal. 　　"I was the one who beat you to it that night." 　　"Ah! Could it be that you are Prefect Yang Ren's second brother, Yang Zeng??" 　　"Indeed, indeed, I was very rude that night." 　　At this point, Chai Jun remembered that the night before Mu Zhen's execution, according to the "unspoken rules" of the execution chamber, the female 　　prisoner's body was naturally to be thoroughly enjoyed by the executioner. Moreover, Mu Zhen was a renowned beauty 　　, so Chai Jun was naturally overjoyed. However, just as he was happily heading to the execution chamber, the jailer grabbed 　　him, saying that the prefect's second brother, Yang Zeng, had also taken a fancy to this woman and wanted to "take advantage" of her that night. Chai Jun was 　　furious: "Yang Zeng? With his status, why would he need to come here to play with women?!" He had never...

This was the first time I'd ever heard of such an absurd thing.
"They're probably after that female king's beauty. Anyway, she's one of the prefect's men,
Brother Chai, please do him a favor and let her go first."
"This…" Chai Jun was speechless, like someone swallowing a bitter pill. Yang Zeng was a notorious playboy,
eccentric in his behavior, spending his days in brothels and frequenting places of ill repute. He loved associating with江湖人士 (jianghu figures, people of the martial arts world) and wandering around. Although he
held no official position, he frequently visited government offices thanks to his connections. Chai Jun, despite working in prison for many years,
often saw him, as many of his江湖人士 (jianghu friends) were also regulars in the prison. Helpless, Chai Jun could only retreat
to the jailers' quarters to drink in silence. The guards around him cast sympathetic glances at him, or perhaps
more accurately, gloating glances, since everyone wanted to be the protagonist of this "unspoken rule."
A moment later, the dashingly dressed Yang Zeng arrived with two henchmen. He didn't go straight to the torture chamber, but instead went
to the jailers' quarters first, cupping his hands in greeting to Chai Jun and saying, "Thank you for your consideration, Brother Chai. I apologize for my rudeness." "Oh…no,
no, you're too kind, Lord Yang…" Chai Jun was initially seething with anger, wanting nothing more than to beat him up,
but he hadn't expected this man to come forward and greet him. Given his status, he didn't need to do that, and now Chai Jun
felt embarrassed.
The two henchmen stood like stone lions on either side of the torture chamber door, while Yang Zeng went inside to enjoy himself.
As was customary, Mu Zhen had already been stripped naked and strapped to the bed, left to the executioner's mercy.
Soon, the sounds of Mu Zhen groaning echoed from the torture chamber; it didn't sound like she was in pain, but rather like she was enjoying it. Such
sounds were commonplace for the jailers, but Chai Jun found them unpleasant.
The female prisoners he had usually toyed with had never uttered such pleasurable moans, and they lasted for over a quarter of an hour. The jailers
began whispering among themselves, each looking at him with admiration, as if mocking Chai Jun's lack of "stamina
." When Yang Zeng emerged, satisfied with his clothes, everyone bowed and scraped, saying, "Take care, Young Master Yang
." Their tone made it sound like they idolized him.
"Damn it..." Although Chai Jun smiled and saw Yang Zeng off, he was inwardly cursing the man
's ancestors. "A quarter of an hour..." When it was his turn, Chai Jun suddenly felt an unprecedented pressure.
He took a deep breath as he closed the torture chamber door before entering. Mu Zhen lay sprawled on the wooden bed, still
breathing rapidly. Under the oil lamp's light, beads of sweat glistened on her skin like tiny crystals. Her white,
doughy breasts rose and fell with her breath, making Chai Jun's blood boil. "No wonder she's called 'Mountain
Eagle,' not only is her face beautiful, but her figure is also so perfect. No wonder that brat Yang would come here
." Although Mu Zhen was panting, her face showed an expression of ecstasy, as if she was still reliving
her "fight" with Yang. "You bastard…!" Chai Jun was clearly burning with jealousy. "I don't believe it
…." In a few moments, Chai Jun stripped naked and pounced on Mu Zhen, launching his
assault.
Perhaps due to his eagerness to win and excessive tension, that night Chai Jun performed less than half of his usual level,
"completely defeated" in just a few moments. "Damn it...!!" Chai Jun couldn't help but curse out loud this time. Mu Zhen
glanced at him sideways and said reproachfully, "The jailer is no good. The executioner is much more experienced."
Chai Jun was dumbfounded. When had he been "demoted"? So he glared at her, widening his eyes, and said, "You bitch, look
closely. I'm the one who's going to send you on your way!"
"Who are you trying to fool? Even though this is my first time in here, I know the rules of this jail. The executioner
goes first, then the henchmen follow, and they only get permission from the executioner. So, the executioners
are usually experts in this field; the others are just second-rate. I thought it was a joke before, but it's
true. None of the men I've shared pleasure with in the past can compare to him. You're far inferior to him."
Chai Jun was so angry he almost slapped her, but Mu Zhen's face was too beautiful, and his hand remained raised
in mid-air. Chai Jun thought he couldn't just walk out like this; even if he had to lie down, he had to lie there for at least fifteen minutes. But
the woman hadn't uttered a single groan, and he was afraid people would laugh at him for pretending.
Helpless, Chai Jun spent half a day persuading Mu Zhen to believe he was the executioner, and then suggested that she pretend to moan
. Mu Zhen barely managed to suppress her laughter, inwardly cursing Chai Jun as a "soft banana," but since he was
the one who sent her to her death, she didn't want to provoke him too much, so she decided to do him a favor.
So Mu Zhen lay on the bed and began to moan, while Chai Jun sat on the edge of the bed "resting his energy," preparing for
another round later. Chai Jun was young and vigorous, and after resting for a while, he had basically recovered. Looking at Mu Zhen
's pale, fleshy body and her beautiful face emitting moans, Chai Jun's lower body quickly became aroused. "
It's been almost fifteen minutes since I went in, I should be done after this round," Chai Jun calculated
, and then pounced on Mu Zhen's fleshy body once again. To her surprise, things didn't go as planned. After two rounds,
a surge of desire rushed out, and the total time wasn't even a quarter of an hour. Mu Zhen
couldn't hold back any longer and burst into laughter. "You bastard!!!" Enraged, Chai Jun slapped Mu Zhen
hard across the face.
When Chai Jun emerged, looking disheveled, he saw the jailers whispering amongst themselves, most of them
suspicious of the moans that had just been heard. The jailer greeted him with a smile, asking, "Brother Chai, how was it?"
This question was loaded with meaning: a greeting to Chai Jun, an inquiry about the female prisoner's body, and a hint that it was their turn
. Chai Jun replied irritably, "Keep a close eye on her." Everyone deflated instantly, as
if announcing, "That's it, you're out."
The next morning, Mu Zhen, completely naked, rode a chestnut pony to the execution ground. Her hair was styled in a "
Guanyin bun," and her two round, dark brown nipples stood out starkly against her snow-white skin; even
from a distance, people could see those two round things on her chest. Her arms were tightly bound
behind her back with hemp rope, and her ankles were shackled with chains pressed firmly against the horse's belly. Mu Zhen walked with her head held high and chest out.
Her calm face revealed a resolute air of facing death. Although the onlookers knew the naked woman before them was
the infamous "Mountain Eagle," known for her wickedness, her beautiful face and shapely figure made it impossible to bear
throwing anything at her.
Prefect Yang Ren of Anding was the executioner, and sitting beside him was Yang Zeng.
When Chai Jun brought Mu Zhen forward, Yang Zeng even bowed to him, leaving an embarrassed Chai Jun with only a wry smile.
Mu Zhen, who had been expressionless the whole way, smiled sweetly when she saw Yang Zeng opposite her. Yang Zeng smiled back and winked at her; the two
looked like they were flirting on the execution ground. "Adulterous couple!!" Chai Jun cursed inwardly, and even Yang
Ren couldn't stand it, glaring at Yang Zeng. When the time came, Yang Ren threw the fire token forward, and before he
could even finish shouting "Execute!", Chai Jun, as if venting his anger, brandished his ghost-head saber and slashed at Mu Zhen's neck.
Before the fire token even touched the ground, Mu Zhen's beautiful head had already rolled two or three times on the ground. When Chai Jun
presented the head to Yang Ren, Yang Zeng sighed and shook his head regretfully. After the execution, Mu Zhen's head was hung for ten days
before being taken down and buried.
"I didn't expect it to be you." Chai Jun finally remembered and nodded thoughtfully.
"Brother Chai, you're not still angry with me, are you?"
"Cough, it's been so many years, what's there to be angry about? She's not my wife." Chai Jun was indeed not
a petty person, and after a few years, he had almost completely forgotten about it. This time, by the firelight, he carefully
examined Yang Zeng and finally recognized him. Unlike before, he had grown a mustache, and his face looked more
weathered.
"I shouldn't have gone to the prison to compete with Brother Chai for food, but this 'Mountain Eagle' is too famous, and I
just couldn't resist, hahaha... Speaking of which, Brother Chai's knife skills are truly lightning fast. I
didn't even see it clearly before 'Mountain Eagle's' head was already gone. Oh dear, it's such a pity. Seeing her
bleeding head, my heart broke. Don't laugh, Brother Chai, such a beauty is truly
hard to find even with a lantern."
"Is that so?" Chai Jun revealed an Ah Q-like smile. "Forgive my rudeness, but I can only say that Brother Yang
hasn't seen a real beauty yet. Have you seen Fu Deng's wife, Mao Shi? She's a celestial maiden descended to earth
. Compared to her, 'Mountain Eagle' is just a country bumpkin."
"Is that so? I've long heard that Empress Mao of the Fu family is as beautiful as a fairy, but I've never seen her. Is she really more beautiful than 'Mountain
Eagle'? It seems I'm not as lucky as Brother Chai."
"Sigh, what good fortune! We at least got to be with 'Mountain Eagle,' but Mao was the Empress. I, a
lowly executioner, am already incredibly lucky to even catch a glimpse of her."
"You can at least catch a glimpse? I haven't even seen her shadow! It's truly a great regret in my life. It's
said that Mao was both scholarly and martial, and she followed Fu Deng in conquering the world. But later, she unfortunately fell into enemy hands and was beheaded by Yao Chang
. I also heard that Yao Chang not only had his fill of playing with Mao before beheading her, but
he didn't even spare her corpse, playing with it for several more days."
"Yes… is that so?" Chai Jun's mouth was also filled with a sour taste, especially when he thought of the
executioner responsible for Mao's execution. Although he always fantasized about tearing her to pieces, the pitiful thing was that he didn't even know her name or appearance
. So these two "envious" men first cursed Yao Chang, then Fu Deng, then the executioner who beheaded Mao
, and finally even cursed their ancestors.
They talked for two hours straight, finding each other very congenial, and Yang Zeng took the initiative to invite Chai Jun to join their gang. It turned out that
when Anding was captured by the Former Qin army, Yang Ren and his wife were killed. Yang Zeng fled to Zhenxi County and, with his friends from the Jianghu (江湖,
the martial arts world), gathered a band of men and made a living by robbing and pillaging. Later, Fu Deng's southern expedition failed, and Yao Chang returned,
conquering Zhenxi County and also wiping out Yang Zeng's band of men. As a result,
Yang Zeng had no choice but to lead his men to Jingchuan to seek refuge with another sworn brother. On the way, he encountered Chai Jun fighting with several Former Qin soldiers and rescued him. Chai Jun, realizing
he had nowhere else to turn, readily accepted Yang Zeng's invitation.
"Good, good brother! Come on, bring us two more plates of meat and five jugs of fine Jiangnan yellow wine. Tonight,
I'm going to drink with Brother Chai until we're completely drunk!" Yang Zeng said, slapping his thigh with delight. Then Yang Zeng called over several of his leaders and
introduced them to Chai Jun one by one. After a simple ceremony of burning yellow paper and drinking blood wine, Chai Jun
officially became sworn brothers with Yang Zeng and the others. Then, the group spent the night indulging in a feast of meat and wine.

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