SBCEJM -Chapter 81 Enemy Attack? I Haven’t Even Finished My Meal Yet!

The chopsticks slipped from her fingers and fell onto the table.

Feng Zexuan looked utterly speechless.

【Can’t they at least wait until I finish eating?】

【System, report infiltration routes and targets!】

【The infiltrators are divided into three groups, six men per group.】

【Group One: grain depot. Carrying fire oil, intent on cutting off supplies. Estimated arrival: 3 minutes.】

【Group Two: left and right watchtowers. Clearing obstacles for assassination. Estimated arrival: 4 minutes.】

【Group Three: your room. Target: your head. Estimated arrival: 5 minutes.】

Feng Zexuan’s mouth twitched.

【Well, well… the main event really is saved for last.】

With a thought, she returned to the scorching border station.

The faint scent of her apartment’s air-conditioning still lingered at her nose, but the night wind immediately poured into her collar.

She grabbed the outer robe from the screen, tied her belt tightly, and drew the sword from the wall in one smooth motion.

Clang.

Half the blade slid out of its sheath, reflecting the cold moonlight.

She opened the door.

A figure stood outside.

“Marshal!”

Deputy Commander Chen Jin lowered his voice. The scar on his face twisted under the moonlight.

“I was patrolling the camp and detected unusual movements outside the station!”

【Good. Old Chen’s instincts are sharp.】

Chen Jin froze.

Again! That clear voice in the Marshal’s mind!

“Time is short,” Feng Zexuan said flatly.

“Deputy Commander Chen, take my orders.”

Chen Jin immediately bowed.

“Please issue your commands!”

“First and Second Battalions, surround the grain depot. Not even a fly is allowed to escape.”

“Third and Fourth Battalions, secure both watchtowers. Shoot on sight.”

“Fifth and Sixth Battalions, form a pocket formation centered on my room.”

Chen Jin’s mind went blank for a moment.

This deployment matched exactly what he had sensed!

No—more precise, more detailed than his instincts!

She didn’t just know there were enemies—she knew their routes and targets!

This wasn’t speculation.

It was foresight!

“Approximately eighteen enemies, divided into three routes of six each. All hardened fighters,” Feng Zexuan added, cutting through his shock.

“Tell the men: capture if possible, but prioritize their own lives. No need to hold back.”

“Yes!”

Chen Jin no longer hesitated and immediately went to relay the orders.

Feng Zexuan’s figure flickered—she had already vanished into the night, heading straight for the grain depot.

【Host, the first group includes a man named Batu, an infiltrator. He is the biological son of the Great Xia traitor Shi Meng.】

【Shi Meng? The traitor who, three years ago, handed over the border defense map and caused tens of thousands of deaths?】

【Exactly. His son took a Han name, Shi Jun, and he is in the first group heading for the grain depot.】

Feng Zexuan’s speed increased again.

【Lock onto Shi Jun. I want him alive.】

At the grain depot.

Six shadows crept toward stacked grain sacks.

The leader pulled out a ceramic flask. The smell of fire oil spread instantly.

He paused.

Suddenly turned back.

“Who’s there?!”

Only the wind answered.

“Batu, you’re being paranoid,” a companion whispered impatiently.

Before he finished speaking—

A streak of silver light flashed in the dark.

Snikt!

The ceramic flask in the leader’s hand split in half.

Thick fire oil spilled everywhere, extinguishing their hope.

“Enemy attack!”

The six immediately drew curved blades and formed a circle back-to-back.

A voice drifted from the darkness.

“So you want to burn my grain supply… did you ask my sword?”

“There!”

One man roared and slashed toward the sound.

He cut nothing but air.

“Behind you.”

The voice was right behind him.

Cold sweat burst from his scalp.

A sharp pain struck his neck.

He collapsed.

Meanwhile, at the main marshal’s residence.

Six assassins hugged the walls and slipped into the courtyard.

Their target was simple—the new Great Xia Marshal.

At the door stood a trembling young soldier, Zhao Xiaobao, clutching his spear.

He had been publicly humiliated earlier that day because of his red underpants. Now he was assigned to guard the Marshal’s room.

He believed this was a test.

A trial from the Marshal herself!

He could not fail!

When six black figures appeared at the entrance, his mind went blank.

“Aaaah—!”

He screamed and thrust his spear blindly.

He missed completely—and tripped over the threshold, falling forward.

The leading assassin sneered.

A mere guard?

Pathetic.

He stepped forward to finish him.

At that moment—

Zhao Xiaobao rolled on the ground instinctively, narrowly dodging the lethal strike.

The assassin froze.

Zhao Xiaobao, now completely panicked, lunged forward on all fours and bit the man’s leg.

“Grrrr!”

The assassin’s brain short-circuited.

What kind of fighting style was this?!

On the watchtower.

Commander Li Hu had already set a perfect trap.

The moment six infiltrators peeked out of the darkness—

“Shoot!”

A rain of arrows engulfed them.

Screams and the sound of arrows piercing flesh merged together.

The battle ended instantly.

Back at the grain depot.

The remaining five infiltrators were terrified.

Feng Zexuan moved through the darkness. Every sword strike meant another falling body.

Her swordsmanship was not flashy.

But every strike was lethal.

“Retreat! Retreat! This woman is a demon!”

Shi Jun screamed in panic and turned to run.

But the moment he turned—

He slammed straight into someone.

He looked up stiffly.

Feng Zexuan was already standing before him, her sword tip pressed against his throat.

“Surrender, or die.”

Thud!

Shi Jun collapsed to his knees, trembling uncontrollably. A foul smell spread beneath him as he begged for mercy.

“I surrender! I surrender!”

Feng Zexuan kicked him aside and looked at the remaining two men.

They exchanged a glance… then dropped their weapons.

At that moment, Chen Jin arrived with reinforcements.

He looked at the captured infiltrators, then at his unharmed marshal—shock written all over his face.

【System, how are the other two fronts?】

【Watchtowers: completely eliminated. Your residence… those six assassins were taken down by your rookie guard. Alone.】

【…What?】

Chen Jin also heard that “what,” realizing the Marshal was genuinely surprised.

“Marshal!” Li Hu rushed over, his dark face red with disbelief and amusement.

“The watchtower enemies are dealt with! But your residence… that kid Zhao Xiaobao…”

“What about him?”

“He… he single-handedly took down six elite assassins!”

Li Hu’s expression was strange.

“He went completely wild—rolling on the ground, biting, flailing around, even barking ‘woof woof’! Those battle-hardened elites just got completely confused by him!”

Feng Zexuan headed toward her courtyard while dragging Shi Jun.

Before even entering, she heard muffled crying.

She pushed the door open.

And froze.

Six elite assassins were lying on the ground—some clutching wrists, some holding bitten arms, some gripping injured legs.

And in the corner…

Zhao Xiaobao was curled up, crying uncontrollably.

His red underpants were half visible through his armor.

“I… I’m sorry… I’ll never do it again… I won’t use my mom’s crazy dog boxing again…”

“Wuwuwu… I almost died… at least they didn’t notice what I was hiding…”

Feng Zexuan’s gaze sharpened instantly.

She locked onto his chest.

“What are you hiding in your arms?”