SBCEJM -Chapter 80 A “Falling from the Sky” Marshal? The Entire Army is Waiting to See Her Make a Fool of Herself!

Three hundred thousand troops marched along the ancient road.

Yellow dust rose into the air, blotting out the sky.

Campaign life was dull, devoid of any romance.

Every time a horse’s hoof struck the ground, a dull pain shot through Feng Zexuan’s tailbone.

Her silver armor was like a furnace; the inner lining was already soaked through with sweat, sticking tightly to her skin.

【Oh my god, ancient roads are this bad? A purely “natural, additive-free” dirt road. All the shock absorption depends on the little bit of flesh on my butt.】

【If I’d known it would be this miserable, I should’ve exchanged my “melon points” for a memory foam cushion before setting out. Huge mistake. A colossal mistake!】

She maintained the cold demeanor of a marshal, spine straight as a spear.

But inside, her little mental avatar was already lying flat on the ground, limbs spread, foaming at the mouth, pretending to be dead.

【Host, hang in there! The scouts report we’ll reach the relay station in another hour!】 the system’s voice rang out at just the right moment.

At the rear of the army, several senior generals followed Vice Commander Chen Jin at a distance.

Chen Jin, nearly forty, was a veteran who had clawed his way out of piles of corpses alongside General Chu. The scar stretching from his brow bone to the corner of his mouth made him look especially fierce.

He tightened the reins, staring at the straight-backed figure ahead, eyes dark and heavy.

“General Chen, can this Feng Marshal really lead us to victory?” a young officer asked in a low voice.

“We obey His Majesty’s orders,” Chen Jin replied in a gravelly tone, his emotions unreadable.

“But I heard he uses clever techniques in the arena—tendons, joint dislocations, pressure point strikes. That’s the way of martial artists.”

The officer sounded anxious. “On the battlefield, life and death happen in an instant. Those northern wolves won’t give her time to find any pressure points!”

Chen Jin fell silent.

This was exactly what he—and the entire army—was worried about.

They needed a marshal who could lead them to survive and win battles, not a flashy performer with elegant tricks.

Feng Zexuan was being shaken to the point of dizziness.

【I can’t take it… too boring. I need some entertainment to stay awake. System, scan around—any fresh gossip nearby?】

【Start with that black-faced officer behind me on the left. Looks so serious—must be a man with a story.】

The black-faced officer Li Hu was about to ride forward to report military matters.

At that moment, Feng Zexuan’s inner voice drilled straight into his ears.

His heart skipped a beat. He jerked his head up—but only saw the marshal’s tightly composed profile. She wasn’t even looking this way.

Hallucination?

Had he been on the road too long and started hearing things?

【Host, Li Hu was just whispering with Chen Jin, questioning your ability!】 the system fanned the flames.

【Questioning me? Fair enough. If I were a veteran, I’d also question a “paratrooper” who rose this fast.】

【Ability is proven on the battlefield, not talked into existence. Still, doesn’t stop me from probing him a bit.】

Li Hu nearly lost his grip on the reins.

What was going on? The marshal could read minds?!

No—wait, why did it feel like he could hear her thoughts too?

Could it be… he had mind-reading abilities?!

【Ding! Gossip incoming!】

【This Li Hu looks like a rough, iron-blooded tough guy—but secretly, he’s into embroidery!】

【He’s currently carrying a handkerchief in his chest. It has a pair of crooked ducks stitched on it—no, correction: the system confirms they are mandarin ducks.】

【He’s planning to give it to the village girl Cuihua as a love token. He stayed up all night stitching it and pricked his fingers seven or eight times!】

“Pfft—”

A nearby personal guard who could also hear the thoughts couldn’t hold it in and burst out laughing.

Li Hu’s dark face turned deep red. He instinctively clutched his chest tightly.

Right there—was his “masterpiece” from last night.

He looked at Feng Zexuan in horror, but the marshal remained as cold and expressionless as ever, as if none of this had anything to do with her.

Around them, the “lucky ones” who could hear the thoughts were all trying desperately not to laugh, shoulders shaking.

A tough man doing embroidery—the contrast was too deadly.

【Sigh, you really can’t judge people by appearance. Even iron-blooded men have tender hearts. Now let’s look at the young guy on the right who keeps sneaking glances at me—face all red… could it be…?】

Feng Zexuan’s gossip radar shifted.

【Ding! This man is Zhao Xiaobao, newly enlisted this year, a famous filial son.】

【He’s wearing red underwear stitched by his mother, supposedly to ward off evil. He’s not shy—he’s actually holding in a full bladder but too afraid to request permission from the marshal.】

【…Pfft… red underwear… and holding it in…】

【This batch of recruits is kind of cute.】

Zhao Xiaobao subconsciously clenched his legs tighter, feeling his bladder pressure intensify.

The surrounding “audience,” just recovering from the embroidered-duck shock, got hit again by the red-underwear revelation and started shaking with suppressed laughter.

“Pass the order!”

At the most awkward moment, Feng Zexuan’s cold voice cut through the silence.

“Accelerate the march. We must reach Qingfeng Relay Station twenty li ahead before sunset and set up camp!”

Her voice wasn’t loud, but infused with internal energy, clearly reaching every soldier’s ears.

The army stiffened.

Such profound inner force!

Even Chen Jin, who had doubted her, narrowed his eyes slightly.

Regardless, military orders were absolute.

“Yes, Marshal!”

The troops roared in unison, their voices shaking the fields.

By evening, the army finally arrived at Qingfeng Relay Station.

As marshal, Feng Zexuan stayed in the largest and cleanest courtyard.

She dismissed her guards and shut the door.

The next second, she stripped off her armor straps.

The heavy silver armor clanged to the ground. She let out a long breath.

After locking the doors and windows, she willed herself—and vanished from the room.

Her familiar modern apartment appeared: soft sofa, air conditioning, everything comforting and real.

“Aaaah—so good!”

She howled, diving onto the sofa like a starving tiger, sinking into it and refusing to move even a finger.

【…I’m alive again…】

She lay there for a full ten minutes before slowly getting up, slipping into slippers, and grabbing an ice-cold cola from the fridge.

Clack—

The ring pull opened. The chilled, fizzy liquid slid down her throat. She let out a satisfied burp, feeling her soul purified.

Then she walked into the bathroom and turned on the shower.

Warm water cascaded from above, washing away dust and fatigue. She closed her eyes, every pore relaxing.

After washing up, she wrapped herself in a bathrobe and saw a steaming, lavish dinner her brother had prepared on the table.

She was just about to eat—

【Ding——! Alarm! Alarm!】

【Enemy spies detected rapidly approaching the relay station! Eighteen individuals! Distance: 500 meters!】

A piercing alarm exploded in her mind.

Feng Zexuan paused mid-motion.