“Grandfather, the grandson knows his mistake! Grandfather, don’t be angry!”

Yun Poxing’s grandson cried harder and harder, making Yun Poxing increasingly furious.

Yun Poxing had just been helped outside by two sturdy Western Liang soldiers when he immediately spotted Bai Qingyan riding a swift horse and flying past in front of his commander’s tent!

Yun Poxing widened his eyes. The Bai Family Army’s Young General Bai?!

Hadn’t she given him three years? Why had she suddenly attacked his military camp?

Xiao Ruojiang protected Bai Qingyan as she drew her bow and shot arrows, fighting desperately to cut down the Western Liang soldiers surrounding them.

She aimed at the rope suspending her father’s head and released her arrow…

The arrow embedded in the wooden pole, the feathered shaft trembling continuously.

Seeing her father’s head fall from high above, she tightened the reins. Her horse beneath her leaped out of the Western Liang soldiers’ encirclement and charged forward. She caught her father’s head in one motion and held it tightly in her arms, tears flowing like broken strings!

“Father, A’Bao came too late!” She gritted her teeth, “A’Bao will take father home now!”

She held back her tears of grief and anger, biting her teeth tightly, using one hand to grip the reins and turn her horse around. She quickly tore off her cloak to wrap her father’s head and secured it to her back. With one hand, she drew a feathered arrow, nocked it to her Sun-Shooting Bow, and aimed at a Western Liang soldier who was raising a long spear to stab at Xiao Ruojiang. One arrow pierced through that Western Liang soldier’s temple, blood spattering so violently that the Western Liang troops surrounding Xiao Ruojiang all stepped back two paces.

Today, Commander Yun Poxing had led over a hundred thousand troops out, and the red glow above Weng Mountain canyon, combined with Yun Poxing and a few others returning to camp in disgrace, needed no explanation for the Western Liang soldiers to guess what had happened. Fifty thousand troops had achieved a great victory over more than a hundred thousand troops—how brave must such an army be?! Now seeing these warriors actually pursue Yun Poxing and charge directly into the Western Liang camp, how could this not chill their hearts?!

Outside the Western Liang camp, the Bai Family Army, covering for Bai Qingyan, followed her orders, riding swiftly and setting fires throughout the Western Liang camp, shooting flaming crossbow bolts. Wherever the bolts landed, flames immediately leaped up, rising high into the air.

Within the Western Liang camp, some fought fires while others fought enemies. For a moment, everything was in chaos, with their people colliding with each other.

The great fire at Weng Mountain had not yet been extinguished, and the red sky was still intimidating the Western Liang army. What they feared most now was fire!

Seeing the Western Liang camp in complete chaos, Yun Poxing’s son reacted with some agility. He immediately mounted a fierce horse, raised his curved blade, and shouted hoarsely: “Exit the camp to meet…”

Before Yun Poxing’s son could finish speaking, an arrow from somewhere pierced through his warhorse’s head. The horse reared up in pain, actually throwing Yun Poxing’s son from the saddle!

“Retreat!” Bai Qingyan put away her Sun-Shooting Bow and shouted, ordering her men to charge toward the outside of the Western Liang camp.

This mission was to reclaim her father’s head, not to kill enemies! Having already reclaimed her father’s head, this mission was perfectly successful. She didn’t want to implicate the Bai Family Army soldiers in unnecessary deaths here.

Yun Poxing’s son rolled upon landing, and soldiers immediately gathered to protect him. But before they could see clearly which direction the arrow had come from, they saw a fierce horse leap over their heads, cold blade light flashing…

Yun Poxing widened his eyes, looking toward his son’s direction, shouting hoarsely: “A’Ya, be careful!”

“Father!” Yun Poxing’s grandson nearly fainted, his knees going weak and almost collapsing.

Xiao Ruojiang’s swift blade had precisely and accurately severed Yun Poxing’s son’s head, blood spattering on the airborne horse’s hooves. The head rolled far away, still wearing an expression of shock and terror after hitting the ground.

Xiao Ruojiang drew out a feathered arrow, speared the head of Yun Poxing’s son, Yun Duya, and raised it high, pulling the reins to turn around. His reddened eyes looked toward Yun Poxing’s direction, his great blade pointing at Yun Poxing’s grandson.

“Swoosh—”

One arrow pierced through Yun Poxing’s grandson’s chest.

Yun Poxing’s grandson looked down at the feathered arrow that had pierced his chest, eyes wide, spitting blood, his whole body weak and powerless as he knelt to the ground: “Grand… grandfather…”

In the chaos, just as Yun Poxing was about to give orders, he saw his grandson fall and not get up.

“A’Yu! A’Yu!” Yun Poxing’s heart felt like it was being cut by knives. He shook off the two soldiers supporting him, stumbled to his knees on the ground, and held his grandson tightly: “A’Yu! It’s alright! Grandfather is here! Grandfather is here!”

Bai Qingyan, who had already charged to the camp entrance, reined in her horse and turned around. Across the fiercely burning flames, her eyes met Yun Poxing’s with a murderous aura that struck fear into hearts. She used her feathered arrow to hold up Yun Poxing’s son’s head high, that posture seeming to tell Yun Poxing that three years from now… she would do the same as today, cutting down all of Yun Poxing’s sons!

Yun Poxing looked at his son’s head with eyes that hadn’t even closed, his rage splitting his eyes and canthus. Blood rushed to his throat, nearly spilling out in a sweet metallic taste, his entire being consumed with grief and fury.

“Release arrows!” Yun Poxing’s eyes nearly split with rage as he pointed toward Bai Qingyan’s direction and shouted hoarsely: “Shoot her to death with a volley of arrows!”

“Reporting to the Grand Commander! The weapons depot was burned! There are no more arrows!”

Yesterday, when Yun Poxing had set ambushes at Weng Mountain canyon and the Nine-Curve Peak bend, they had already used up most of the Western Liang army’s arrows. Only a small portion remained stored in the weapons depot tent, which had now been burned.

Having lost his son and grandson, Yun Poxing was instantly consumed with grief and fury, his heart constricting painfully as he spat out a mouthful of blood.

“Grand Commander!”

“Grand Commander!”

Yun Poxing, overwhelmed with grief, almost gnawed through his gums as he roared with heart-rending anguish: “Fang Zhonghui, take all the cavalry and pursue them! You must reclaim my son’s head! Cut them all down with blades, leave none alive!”

“I obey your command!” Fang Zhonghui cupped his hands and accepted the order, shouting: “Cavalry, quickly assemble and mount up, follow me to pursue and kill the enemy thieves!”

Bai Qingyan’s group of two hundred came and left with two hundred, riding swiftly through Huiping Road without stopping.

Seeing that Bai Qingyan had led her men through Huiping Road and was heading straight for Weng City, Wei Zhaonian’s eighteen hundred ambush troops were fully alert, staring intently into the distance.

The large force of Western Liang cavalry pursuing Bai Qingyan had to assemble and prepare to depart, so Bai Qingyan had already gained a considerable distance on them.

With Wei Zhaonian having already set up ambushes at Huiping Road, she wasn’t worried. She only needed to return to Weng City first to arrange preparations for leading the army to turn around and attack Tianmen Pass again.

When she returned to Weng City carrying her father’s head, all the Bai Family Army soldiers had not slept. They were all waiting in the city for Young General Bai to bring back the head of the Bai Family Army, Deputy General Bai Qishan.

Shen Kunyang had ordered people to bring out a coffin that had not yet been sealed. Inside was a body carved from wood wearing Bai Qishan’s armor.

Initially, Shen Kunyang had blamed himself for not being able to reclaim Deputy General Bai Qishan’s remains, instead allowing Yun Poxing to sever the Deputy General’s head… and then burn the Deputy General and other Bai Family Army soldiers to ashes with fire.

For this, Shen Kunyang blamed himself so much that he wanted to follow the Deputy General in death, having no will to live.

But thinking of the Deputy General’s head still hanging in the Western Liang camp, Shen Kunyang forced himself to get up again, thinking that even if he died, he must first make a body for the Deputy General and reclaim the Deputy General’s head!