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Chapter 221. The Twin Swords and the Orange Fisherman's Hat

At this time, Changhe City was the headquarters of the Furong Army.

"What are your thoughts on the Crown Princess's remarks?"

Sitting in the first seat on the left, a young man casually waved a folding fan and spoke.

He looked to be around twenty years old, with neat makeup and a handsome, upright face. He was not very old, wearing a noticeable black wig, a black gauze hat, and a cheap, modern-style bright red official robe, as if he had run out of a comic convention.

He squinted and gently waved his fan. Seeing that everyone was silent, he snapped the fan shut, smiled, and cupped his hands in a gesture of respect to the person in charge:

"My lord, it seems that no one has any ideas, but I do have a suggestion."

The girl sitting in the main seat slightly raised her eyes.

The woman had delicate features. She wore a plain white dress, but paired it with black sweatpants and comfortable sneakers. What was even stranger was that she had a pair of antique double-edged swords slung across her waist.

This seemingly incongruous outfit blends perfectly with her, appearing completely natural and harmonious.

If Jiang Jianxin were here, he would definitely feel a sense of familiarity, because this person is clearly Chen Xinran, Chen Tong's sister, whom he had seen in the white SUV before.

She had completely changed since I last saw her; her face was more indifferent and she rarely smiled, as if she had become a qualified leader.

"You say it."

Chen Xinran tapped the hilt of her sword and spoke slowly.

The young man cupped his hands again and said with a smile:
"Our Reinstatement Army is still too small. The most urgent task now is to recruit more people and expand our territory."

"The Rose Group is too large; it's not suitable for us to confront them head-on right now."

"I think our best course of action right now is to follow the Rose Group's rules and send a single team out through the low-tax border to capture the Dawn Base in the northeast."

Chen Xinran lowered her eyes and fell into deep thought. She didn't rush to answer, but instead glanced at the girl sitting in the first seat to her right.

She was an odd girl. She was petite, and her lead-gray fisherman's hat was pulled low over her head. A golden orange was embroidered on the brim of the hat. Her wide gray long sleeves and trousers covered her completely, leaving only a pair of hands folded on her knees. Her hands were so pale that they were almost transparent, and her fingertips were slightly bluish, as if she had been sickly for many years without seeing the sun.

What was most peculiar was the pure white mask on her face. The smooth, featureless surface reflected a cold light; it had neither eye holes nor mouth slits, like a face that had been smoothed out.

The mask's edges fit snugly against her skin, making one wonder if it was actually her real face.

While Chen Xinran was talking to the young man, she maintained a stiff posture and stared blankly at the glass vase on the table.

This girl joined the Veterans' Army very early, almost like a veteran, but from the first day she arrived, she was always absent-minded, lost in thought, or staring blankly at somewhere.

Chen Xinran felt that she must have many stories, but she never told anyone about them—because the girl was mute.

“Yuan Ziqi, your suggestion is good, but the War Alliance is also a considerable force, and Dawn Base has many strong individuals. Whether we can successfully conquer it depends on the limits of Ju Zi’s strength.”

Chen Xinran leaned slightly forward, her gaze fixed intently on the girl in the fisherman's hat, her voice soft yet carrying an undeniable force:
"Orange, are you confident you can take down Dawn Base?"

The air seemed to freeze for a few seconds.

The girl in the fisherman's hat finally looked away from the vase, and the blank mask slowly turned towards Chen Xinran.

Yuan Ziqi felt a chill—the gaze was like a cold blade, first sweeping indifferently over Chen Xinran, then lingering briefly on him, before finally raising his hand unhurriedly.

Pale fingers traced simple lines in the air:

【Can. 】

The gesture was swift and decisive, as if they were not discussing a life-or-death battle, but simply plucking a ripe fruit.

Outside Dawn Base.

The Furong Army assembled quickly, and the 30,000 troops stopped 800 meters from the base because a thick fog enveloped the area.

Orange stood on the roof of a modified armored vehicle belonging to the Furong Army, and heard Yuan Ziqi's voice coming through her earpiece:
"Ahead is the War Elder, Mist Mountain Lord, stationed at the Dawn Base of the War Alliance. His domain will be filled with thick fog that will obstruct vision, and that fog is also corrosive."

Orange stood there, the hem of her leaden gray dress swaying gently in the breeze. She tilted her head slightly, her mask facing the surging, gray-white wall of mist.

The mist seemed to writhe as if it were alive, sometimes condensing into a hideous face, sometimes dispersing into wispy tendrils.

Yuan Ziqi's voice continued to come through the earpiece:

"Mist Mountain Lord is best at attrition warfare. His fog will slowly erode our equipment and morale, so we must finish this battle quickly."

There was no response from the other end of the headset, because the girl in the fisherman's hat had slowly raised her hand to cover her eyes.

In another distorted world that only she could see, the world was soaked in a thick, bloody hue.

"Crash..."

The blood river rushed forward, overflowing her slender ankles and blooming dark red flowers on her gray trouser legs. A crack appeared in the sky, and a pale giant eye hung above the blood moon, its pupils flowing with fragments of starlight.

It didn't speak, but the orange heard its desolate voice.

"who are you?"

Who are you playing this time?

Amidst the crimson glow, the mute girl opened her mouth, her voice clear and calm. She didn't answer the first question, but instead spoke directly to the second:

"This time, I'm playing the role of Feng Shiman, a giant in the wind-based warfare."

“Buzz————————————”

Suddenly, the weather changed drastically, and a fierce wind arose, lifting the girl in the fisherman's hat into the air.

In the pale eyes of the blood-red world, she saw countless wind blades cleaving the crimson sky, her figure twisting and stretching in the storm—her lead-gray coat transformed into a pink shirt and a white trench coat, her petite body elongating into a slender silhouette. Only the mask remained blank, emitting a metallic hum in the gale.

She waved her hand calmly.

"Om————"

"boom----------"

The towering, solid wind instantly transformed into an invisible giant blade that stretched across the heavens and earth, carrying the force to shatter mountains and break peaks, and crashed down towards that chaotic misty region.

"Woo——————"

The gray mist surged like a tide, but was torn apart and scattered the instant it touched the wind blade. The mist churned, but it was like a fragile veil, completely shredded by this attack, revealing the Mist Mountain Lord hidden behind it.

Before he could even feel the shock, his body was already disintegrating inch by inch under the wind blades, blood and flesh flying everywhere.

In the distance, the leader's command boomed like thunder in the ears of the girl in the fisherman's hat:
"kill--"

"Leave no scraps of armor behind!"

I don't know why, but I've been so sleepy lately.