In Wu Zhenzhen's view, given such circumstances, Ouyang Chenchen had even less ability to challenge her.
"Oh? Are you really that confident? But don't get too happy too soon. Wu Zhenzhen, why don't you take a look back at your troops?"
Feng Bailing was still smiling.
Upon hearing this, Wu Zhenzhen's expression slightly tensed, and as she looked back, she saw that indeed something was amiss among the seventy to eighty thousand soldiers behind her.
Some soldiers were clutching their stomachs, yelling incessantly, while others had started vomiting. The situation was clearly due to poisoning.
"What's going on?"
Wu Zhenzhen was immensely shocked, and not just her—both Lu Yinhe and Ouyang Chenchen were also taken aback.
"Reporting to the commander, our soldiers have been poisoned."
A general of the Chen Dynasty quickly stepped forward to report.
Wu Zhenzhen's expression changed drastically, and she coldly glared at Feng Bailing.
