Transmigrated as the Villainess, Troubled by the Cuteness!-Chapter 205 - 166: Killing Is Nothing More Than Severing the Head

Chapter 205: Chapter 166: Killing Is Nothing More Than Severing the Head

His voice wasn’t loud, but it was incredibly powerful, steadily reaching the soldiers outside, suppressing their disorderly noise.

How does the General do it?

Pang Hu, who could only shout louder than anyone else, was utterly perplexed.

He wanted to learn too.

But he dared not ask the General to teach him.

Pang Hu sneakily glanced up at Wen Ranchen. The General had such a pleasant smile, yet it was terrifying.

He quickly lowered his head nimbly, aligning himself in two ranks along with everyone else, abandoning resistance, and swiftly opened the door.

The door opened too suddenly, many soldiers couldn’t adjust themselves in time, and what Pang Hu saw was a soldier picking at his toes.

There was plenty of dirt on them, continuously falling with the rubbing of his hand.

Tsk, what a mess.

Pang Hu averted his gaze. He took much more care in cleanliness—his feet would only shed a bit of skin.

Wen Ranchen saw it too, but what he noticed wasn’t how much dirt was on the soldier’s feet, it was the lax discipline within the army.

Solders reveal their commanders.

If they were his troops, never mind merely mosquitoes, even if a blade was at their neck, without orders they couldn’t act freely.

The door opened.

But the soldiers who were just imposing and aggressive hesitated upon seeing Wen Ranchen.

Not only due to Wen Ranchen’s quality of being overly righteous, like an Immortal descending from the heavens to deliver salvation—the words Wen Ranchen spoke earlier were more crucial.

Pitiful people.

These three words resonated within the soldiers’ hearts.

"I am standing right here; whoever wants to kill me, go ahead and try."

Outside, soldier ranks filled both near and far. Indeed, some were eager to kill Wen Ranchen, but most soldiers were hesitant.

They were the Prince’s troops, expected to serve Prince Bai Luo loyally.

In reality, they merely had a simple transactional relationship with Prince Bai Luo; they performed tasks for him, and he paid them monthly. Quite straightforward.

Most of them were born in Yan Gui City and settled there—their families mattered more to them.

Just like Wen Ranchen said, foolishly dying for Prince Bai Luo, would he truly care for their families?

The answer was obvious: he wouldn’t.

They knew Prince Bai Luo’s nature well; that’s why few genuinely pledged loyalty to him, despite his numerous followers.

Prince Bai Luo was ruthless but lacked virtue.

Following him wouldn’t lead to a good outcome.

Just as now.

To save themselves, they followed Prince Bai Luo’s hints, gathering to "assassinate" Wen Ranchen.

Prince Bai Luo never explicitly ordered them to kill Wen Ranchen. If Wen Ranchen ended up dead, everyone present would be culpable, except Prince Bai Luo and his "brothers."

Suddenly, a voice emerged from the soldiers, accusing Wen Ranchen of wanton killing, ignoring truth and killing indiscriminately, under the guise of serving the people while actually seeking to occupy Yan Gui City. First he targeted those who were allies of the rich, then he’d turn to these ordinary soldiers protecting Yan Gui City.

"The Court is pressuring Yan Gui City; we soldiers can’t possibly survive."

"Whether we kill the dog official or not, we’re doomed either way—might as well fight!"

"Brothers, Yan Gui City is our home, not even the Court can touch it!"

"Remove the dog thieves! Guard Yan Gui City..."

A chilling flash occurred, a head was tossed into the air, hot blood sprayed everywhere, instantly choking those sinister individuals instigating trouble.

Thud.

The sound of the head hitting the ground was so clear, it felt as if right at everyone’s ears.

Pang Hu shrank his neck, it felt painful.

He was about to sneeze earlier, but given the situation, he decided not to—a mere sneeze suppressed, he’d hold it until later.

...But why didn’t anyone warn him that suppressing a sneeze would be this painful?

The freshly severed, warm head rolled in front of Pang Hu.

Right after swallowing his sneeze, his eyes saw that face, still smug with triumph; he muttered an expletive under his breath, instinctively kicking the head away with his foot.

The head was kicked to the soldiers’ feet, who made way for it.

The head’s owner was merely a leader of Households, yet alive he commanded respect wherever he went. Not only from ordinary soldiers, but even diminished nobility had to afford him due respect.