He tricked his amnesiac partner into becoming crippled.

Chapter 226 The Marquis Has No Clever Heart 3

As a result of making such a boast, Wen Yan was jostled around on Liang Jinglan's back until she was dizzy.

She forced herself to take a deep breath, took the quick-acting pill that 233 had secretly given her, and swallowed it. Liang Jinglan took a step forward, and the small pill got stuck in her throat and wouldn't go down.

Wen Yan inhaled, "My Lord."

"Ok?"

"Be more cautious."

Liang Jinglan bounced her around a bit, then tightened his arms around her thighs, saying very solemnly, "Okay."

Wen Yan spat out the pill stuck in her throat, chewed it up, and swallowed it. Her headache eased considerably, and she felt stronger again.

She patted the person beneath her. "My lord, I'll get down and ride the horse."

"Don't worry, strategist. With your physique, I can take on ten of you by myself."

Liang Jinglan felt no weight on his back, and frowned as he thought of the meager meals Wen Yan usually ate, which were less than half the size of his fist.

If he can make it back alive this time, he will definitely take good care of him and try to let him live for a few more years.

It would be such a shame if such a brilliant mind died.

He soon realized that he knew less than one-thousandth of Wen Yan's knowledge.

He knew Wen Yan was bold and intelligent, but he didn't expect her to be this intelligent!

He stared at Wen Yan, who was chatting and laughing with the Xiongnu, and stood frozen to the side.

“That one over there, oh dear, that’s my Adu, he’s also here to see Agan.” Wen Yan smiled, the Xiongnu clothing she had just plundered fit her perfectly.

"Why do you have the face of someone from the Central Plains?" Although the Xiongnu guard at the gate had already believed most of it, he still hesitated a little when he saw Wen Yan's Central Plains face.

"Well, my mother was a refugee from the Central Plains. She married me, Ah Khan, so naturally the children she had had Central Plains features."

That seems plausible.

Wen Yan continued with a smile, saying that she could also speak the Xiongnu language, with the unique straightforwardness of a man from the grasslands. Her eyes were slightly upturned at the corners, like a crescent moon immersed in ink, making people want to prostrate themselves before her.

Wen Yan smiled and began her brainwashing process, saying that although she was two years older than Liang Jinglan, she was born prematurely and was not as strong as him.

Huh? You're asking why he doesn't speak? Of course, it's because he's mute and shy around strangers. But he's strong and a master at killing enemies.

Moreover, do you think people from the Central Plains would speak such authentic Xiongnu language?

The Xiongnu guarding the gate thought about it and realized that the people from the Central Plains who spoke Xiongnu had accents, unlike the people in front of them. Only native Xiongnu people could speak such authentic Xiongnu.

However, the Xiongnu guards still suspected that Wen Yan and Liang Jinglan were spies sent by the enemy.

Wen Yan looked at him with a shocked expression, as if he were talking nonsense. "Do you think the spies on the other side would be so stupid as to come here and ask you to let me in like I did? They must be out of their minds."

"What's the difference between this and making yourself a target for you to shoot at?!"

right!

The Xiongnu guards at the gate were now completely convinced.

"That's true, what kind of traitor would run into the enemy's headquarters?"

He was forgiven for not knowing Wen Yan and never having met Liang Jinglan; he had only heard about her from his superiors.

The general from the Central Plains had a blue face and fangs, was over eight feet tall, and was fierce and strong, even more greedy and ugly than a hyena.

The two people in front of me had fair and kind faces and excellent looks; they could not possibly be from the enemy camp.

Although the person in the back was a bit stiff, the person in the front gave an undeniable impression.

That's how a man from the grasslands should be.

Although he was thinner, paler, and weaker... none of that mattered.

"I'll acknowledge you as my 'Adu' now! If anything happens in the future, I'll report you by your name, Agan."

“Okay, sir!” Wen Yan said shamelessly.

Liang Jinglan was amazed.

Then the two of them swaggered into the enemy camp.

Large beads of sweat dripped down Liang Jinglan's forehead, and he needed to support Wen Yan to prevent his left foot from stepping on his right foot.

He watched as Wen Yan relaxed as if she were back at her own camp, and soon she became friends with the others, immediately asking to watch over their grain.

"No problem, Agan, you can go without worry. The grain supplies can't grow legs and run away. I'm weak, but I still have Adu. I guarantee that the grain supplies will be just as good when you go and when you come back."

At Wen Yan's prompting glance, Liang Jinglan nodded mechanically, his rugged face showing a hint of numbness.

Then they successfully entered the granary...

With no one around, Liang Jinglan lowered his voice and said, "Strategist, you are truly amazing. I really admire you."

His sharp, sword-like eyes were filled with...admiration and appreciation.

Wait a minute, Wen Yan will take a closer look.

I truly admire him, purely admire him! Could it be that he's going to treat me like a brother for the rest of his life?

Wen Yan secretly raised an eyebrow, a smile playing on her lips.

My lord, you must not regret this later.

"You're amazing! I consider you my brother! From now on, I won't call you strategist anymore, it'll be too formal. What's your courtesy name?"

"Yuanjun".

Liang Jinglan made a decision, "Alright, you are two years older than me, so from now on I will call you Brother Yuanjun. My courtesy name is Duanhong, so you can call me Duanhong. Don't call me 'Lord Marquis' anymore."

Looking at his joyful face, Wen Yan gently patted his head with the affection unique to older brothers, her smile meaningful: "Alright, Duan Hong."

The lingering sound made even the most ordinary form of address sound subtly strange coming from her mouth.

Liang Jinglan felt awkward for a moment, then Wen Yan called him to pour kerosene. He wondered where they got the kerosene.

The next second, Wen Yan directed him to lift up the grain and straw, feel around on the ground, and find that the ground was hollow. When he lifted the wooden plank, he found that it was full of kerosene.

Liang Jinglan has been constantly challenged by his understanding of things, and now he's become numb to it all.

They poured the Xiongnu's oil on their grain...

Is there anything more outrageous than this?

"Wait a minute, let's take a look around the main store."

Wen Yan grabbed Liang Jinglan and walked slowly toward the main camp, growing more alarmed the closer they got.

Only a few people were wandering around the huge camp.

"Where are they?"

"Let's ambush them."

Wen Yan strolled smoothly to the main camp. Just as she lifted the curtain, a rough male voice came from inside, "Who's there!"

Liang Jinglan felt as if her heart no longer belonged to her.

Why didn't he stop Yuanjun? He even came behind his back. Now look what's happened, he's going to be hanged.

Liang Jinglan mentally calculated the chances of Wen Yan escaping.

Wen Yan responded to the voice very naturally: "It's me."

She reached into her pocket and took out a round ornament with a square hole and intricate patterns. Under Liang Jinglan's astonished gaze, the burly man knelt down in fear and trepidation.

"Get up."

Wen Yan didn't even look at her and went straight into the tent.

233's high-quality counterfeit military talisman is quite impressive.

The burly man didn't know Wen Yan's identity, but since the commander-in-chief had entrusted the general's seal to this person, it was enough to show his trust in him.

He consciously retreated to the front of the tent, stood there, and stood guard with peace of mind.

The commander-in-chief, who was being hacked and slashed by Zuo Lang far away, suddenly sneezed loudly.

The broadsword came slashing down behind him again. He gritted his teeth, turned his horse around, and began to fight with Zuo Lang. After a few rounds, he was thrown off his horse, and the chilling broadsword was pressed against his neck.

Before the commander-in-chief could even catch his breath, he was dragged away as a prisoner of war.

He couldn't figure it out.

How did we end up falling into their trap when we were perfectly positioned in an ambush?

Just as he was filled with regret, thick smoke billowed into the sky in the distance.

That direction is our main business!

The coach's pupils nearly shattered, but what was even more terrifying was yet to come.

Thicker, hotter smoke billowed not far from the main camp, flames reddening half the sky, and the neighing of horses mixed with crackling sounds burned his heart to pieces.

Food supplies...horses...

All gone.