Saving System: Calm Down, My Fleeing Host!

Chapter 305 - 297: Underground City Construction 7

As long as the other side doesn’t make a move, she is confident that with the traps along the way, plus their ambushes, they can slowly wear down this massive troop.

After a sudden chaos at the foot of the mountain, Captain Yuan quickly reacted.

He issued several orders in succession. Since the system was absent, Cheng Xiaoxiao didn’t know what he said, but it didn’t matter much. As long as he still wanted to climb the mountain, he couldn’t escape her traps.

Their team split into several groups, not sure what tools they brought, and explored inch by inch. Soldiers only moved up the mountain along the explored path after confirming safety.

Despite their caution, they occasionally stepped on landmines, but the casualties were not severe.

Seeing the troops getting closer and closer to the ambush site, it was time for them to retreat back to the setup point on the mountain.

However, Cheng Xiaoxiao was somewhat afraid to move, feeling that if she made any movement, the gaze from the mountain below, like a thorn in her back, would lock onto her.

She had no choice but to instruct the others to retreat first while she stayed quietly in place, not knowing what Sikong Yinlong was up to.

She waited for a full hour, letting the snow completely cover her, with not even a strand of hair exposed.

The United Army had already bypassed her, reaching the upper part of the mountainside and encountered the second wave of attack from her team.

Sikong Yinlong glanced at that point with interest and chuckled lightly, "She’s quite a cautious girl."

He waved his hand for his men to withdraw, then his figure flashed and disappeared from the spot.

Cheng Xiaoxiao couldn’t bother hiding anymore, she raised her little head, how could that person disappear in the blink of an eye?

Watching the gradually disappearing troops, did he retreat with his men?

If so, that would be great.

Just thinking this, she let out a big sigh of relief and sat up.

A sudden voice rang in her ear.

"Why not continue pretending?"

That magnetic voice, with a teasing tone, she didn’t need to turn around to know who it was.

She forced out an ugly smile and turned her head stiffly, only to see an incredibly beautiful face magnifying before her eyes, the intense pressure causing her heart to stutter for a moment.

"Hello, Sikong Family Master, hearing is not as good as meeting, it’s truly an honor."

At this moment, Cheng Xiaoxiao’s heart was pounding like a drum; she had no certainty dealing with this person.

She hadn’t expected them to meet so soon, leaving her at a loss, not knowing what to say or express, just an awkward smile, trying to disguise her panic with words.

"I wonder what brings the Sikong Family Master to seek out a humble girl like me? I would never refuse if I can be of any help."

If the system were here, it would certainly despise the host.

Such a composed person before, it took just one glance to make her cower.

Cheng Xiaoxiao had no choice; she had felt the oppressive air from such a distance, let alone now, so close, that kind of overpowering and sharp aura naturally made people tremble.

People have an instinct to avoid harm; when someone else’s strength far exceeds their own, how could one think of resistance?

Wouldn’t that be like a mantis trying to stop a chariot, courting humiliation?

Up close, Sikong Yinlong became even more intrigued.

He thought it was an expert, but it turned out to be a little girl with only a superficial skill. Normally, such a person couldn’t possibly observe him from such a distance, yet she did, which is very unusual.

Are her eyes special?

Or is there something else?

If he’s not mistaken, the person in front of him is the leader of the so-called 132th Regiment.

A little girl, lacking physical strength, yet able to manage a team.

To make a group of grown men submit and quickly gather the citizens of Yuan Yang City for the Rebel Army, she must indeed have some tricks up her sleeve, having just performed a desperate counterattack before his eyes.

When the informant reported before, he was a bit skeptical, thinking there must be some kind of backing or formidable strength behind such a young girl taking the lead. As for prophetic dreams or knowing fortune and disaster, he thought that was pure nonsense. The person was perhaps just a bit smarter, with some inscrutable tricks.

Now he’s somewhat convinced. Despite her young age, her actions are decisive and ruthless.

Meeting someone with far greater strength, knowing she has no power to resist, yet she feigns weakness, innocence, and benevolence, even proactively showing goodwill, this ability to adapt and avoid danger is unmatched.

"Do you recognize me?"

"A humble girl had the honor of hearing about the heroic deeds of the Sikong Family Master and deeply admired them."

"Hahaha, heroic deeds, well said, go on, tell me what you’ve heard."

His reputation outside could be said to soothe children’s cries at night.

Yet this little person said heroic deeds and admired them deeply, such an unique flattery made him want to hear more.

Cheng Xiaoxiao secretly complained in her heart, what heroic deeds, don’t you know what you’ve done? You’re comparable to Emperor Qin Shi Huang, how could you not be a hero?

That’s what she thought, but she dared not say it truthfully.

She smiled flatteringly and made up: "The Sikong Family Master is accomplished at a young age, with divine looks, graceful demeanor, extraordinary abilities, truly a paragon hero of our era, a humble girl is extremely admiring."

Cheng Xiaoxiao racked her brains, searching her mind for four-character idioms to praise and poured them all onto him, displaying appropriate admiration and worship, attempting to obscure his scrutiny, not wanting him to see through her at a glance.

Unfortunately, he wouldn’t fall for it.

"Haha, since Miss Cheng is so insincere, I could let my men offer some help." he hinted, glancing meaningfully at the ongoing battle on the mountain top.

Cheng Xiaoxiao’s heart skipped a beat, this was a blatant threat!

Despite their surprise moves, her people couldn’t withstand the opponent’s overwhelming numbers and were already at a disadvantage. If the Sikong Family intervened, what chance of victory would remain?

It’s truly frustrating and miserable; should she buy a gun? Would she have the chance to shoot him dead with a single bullet?

She didn’t dare to bet on such consequences. His strength was unfathomable; without certain victory, a rash attempt would lead to her demise.

Ah! Where did he come from, insisting on opposing her? Since she couldn’t avoid it, she might as well face it.

She relaxed her mind, feeling a reckless courage of a broken jar, ignoring his scrutiny, and directly sat on a protruding large rock.

After lying down for so long, her hands and feet were numb, and facing him made her blood circulation not smooth, truly torturous.

"The Sikong Family Master is a smart person. I won’t beat around the bush. My small team is merely passing through Yuan Yang City, looking for a place to establish ourselves. We haven’t offended anyone, yet I don’t know why they persistently target me? Nor do I know what the Sikong Family Master seeks from me, but feel free to say it, so a humble girl may understand even in death."