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Chapter 140: Heart Like Hetian Jade

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The winter snow had just cleared, and sunlight as thin as mist sparsely fell through the tree shadows, forming a warm arch. After Yan Xun’s return, even the weather seemed to have brightened. The sky was blue and high, the sun brilliant, the snow-covered landscape vast, faintly reflecting bright light that dazzled the eyes.

The recent string of great battles had not only left Yan Bei devastated but also exhausted Chu Qiao physically and mentally. After relaxing, she immediately fell seriously ill—cold, high fever, and constant coughing at night. Bowl after bowl of medicine went down without improvement. Doctors came and went like lanterns in a show. Though her door was always closed, she could often hear Yan Xun losing his temper with the doctors. Yet whenever he saw her, he was as calm as if nothing had happened, occasionally reassuring her: “It’s nothing, just a small cold. Rest a bit and you’ll be fine.”

It seemed she hadn’t been this sick for a very long time. In her memory, it was still a childhood event. Yan Xun had been sick, and she had no medicine, so she went to steal some. She was caught and beaten severely, but the medicine she obtained through great hardship couldn’t make Yan Xun better. Instead, he caught another chill trying to save her and developed a fever at night, talking deliriously. Unable to use cold water directly, she ran outside to crouch in the snow, and after getting thoroughly cold, returned to hold him. After struggling through the night like this, Yan Xun woke up the next day, but she fell gravely ill. Since then, she had always feared the cold. Even sitting by a fire, her limbs remained cold. However, over these many years, through the hardships of life, the difficulties of the journey, and the uninterrupted succession of upheavals and killings, even when she was sick or in pain, she could always endure through willpower. Now, having collapsed all at once, she was confined to a sickbed.

Looking back on those cautious, suffering days now, they all seemed so distant. Back then, she had hated them so much, secretly vowing that someday she would escape such miserable circumstances and make all those who had bullied her pay the price. But now she often found herself nostalgically distracted, missing that desolate quietness when there were just the two of them in the world, missing those days when they had no branch to lean on and could only keep warm against each other’s backs.

Lady Yu came in the afternoon. The afternoon light was bright, pouring in through the window frames in circles, painting mottled shadows on the ground. Lady Yu was still the same—plain eyebrows and eyes, eyes like autumn waters, a long neck, a delicately pointed chin, and cheeks bearing a hint of paleness. Dressed in a long white fur coat, she entered silently, standing at the doorway without making a sound, just quietly waiting for Chu Qiao to notice her.

Suddenly seeing her, Chu Qiao was slightly startled. She sat up supporting herself on the bedpost and said in a somewhat hoarse voice: “Lady Yu, when did you arrive? Why didn’t you say anything?”

Lady Yu stepped forward, her mouth corners curving into a smile: “Just arrived a moment ago. I just wanted to see how you were doing.”

“Please sit.”

Lady Yu sat across from her bed, examined her carefully, then slightly frowned and said: “How did you get so sick?”

She picked up an outer garment and draped it over Chu Qiao’s shoulders. Chu Qiao leaned against the soft pillow, her face pale, her lips completely bloodless, and smiled slightly: “I think I caught a cold in the past few days.”

Lady Yu looked at her, sighed softly, and said in a low voice: “You’ve always been a stubborn child. Have you developed a chronic illness at such a young age?”

Lady Yu should be around twenty-six or twenty-seven years old, not old, but her words and actions always gave people a sense of world-weariness, as if Chu Qiao truly were just a child in her eyes.

“It’s all right. I’ll get better with some rest.”

“That’s true. Illness comes like a collapsing mountain but leaves like drawing silk. You should rest with peace of mind and think of nothing. Too much worry also harms the body.”

Chu Qiao nodded, suddenly remembering something, and asked: “Lady Yu, have you seen the officers of the Southwestern Garrison?”

Lady Yu’s eyes flashed slightly, and she said lightly: “I just said not to worry too much. Have you forgotten so quickly?”

Chu Qiao shook her head slightly: “I’m just a bit concerned.”

“If His Highness was willing to withdraw troops from Yan Ming Pass for your sake, wouldn’t he tolerate a mere Southwestern Garrison?”

Having her intentions suddenly exposed, Chu Qiao felt somewhat embarrassed. She remained silent for a moment, then said in a low voice: “I’m just afraid those people are unruly and might offend him. If he loses his temper…”

Lady Yu draped an outer robe over her and chuckled lightly: “Don’t worry, everyone knows their boundaries.”

Chu Qiao felt relieved and looked up to ask: “Will Lady Yu stay in North Shuo?”

Outside, the sunlight was extravagant, shining brightly in her eyes. Lady Yu said softly: “War is about to break out in the east. I won’t stay long, perhaps in a few days, I’ll have to station at Yan Ming.”

Chu Qiao said seriously: “Is Great Xia sending troops to attack so quickly?”

“How could Great Xia simply let it go after His Highness occupied the northwest? I hear they’ve already started mobilizing troops.”

“So quickly? Who’s coming? Zhao Che?”

Lady Yu smiled: “Besides him, who else? Meng Tian is already old, and the one in Sacred Gold Palace probably doesn’t trust others. Even with this son, he harbors some reservations.”

Chu Qiao nodded. The room was warm, with incense burning over the charcoal fire in the ground, making one drowsy and want to sleep. “Lady Yu must be careful. Zhao Che is not like Zhao Qi; he’s not easy to deal with.”

“No need to worry. Dao Cliff will accompany me,” Lady Yu smiled slightly, with traces of lightness in her eyes, and her expression became peaceful.

Chu Qiao understood in her heart but didn’t point it out, merely saying: “If Master Wu is also going, that will be much more secure.”

“You should rest. I have matters to attend to, so I’ll take my leave.”

Chu Qiao nodded: “Lady Yu, thank you for what happened before.”

Lady Yu’s footsteps faltered slightly. She turned her head, her eye corners light and calm: “Chu Qiao truly has a clever heart with seven apertures.”

Chu Qiao, being ill, couldn’t get out of bed and only nodded slightly: “Take care, Lady Yu.”

After Lady Yu left, a maid came in to bring Chu Qiao medicine. She picked up the medicine bowl and drank it sip by sip. The medicine was bitter, and her mouth felt astringent.

There wasn’t much to guess. With Yan Xun’s intelligence, how could he not have had a perfect plan? The reason he left Lady Yu behind was to receive her. But when in North Shuo, Lady Yu didn’t take the initiative to bring her to Blue City, and afterward repeatedly allowed her to act on her own. Finally, she truthfully conveyed the news of Yan Xun’s attack on Great Xia. The deeper meaning of all this was, of course, clear without being stated. Yan Xun entrusted this matter to her because he trusted her loyalty. Unfortunately, though Zhong Yu was loyal when the interests of Yan Bei and Yan Xun came into conflict, her loyalty was greatly discounted. At this point, she understood, and how could Yan Xun not understand it as well? So even though Yan Bei currently faced battles on two fronts at Mei Lin Pass and the eastern line, he still sent Wu Dao Cliff to Lady Yu’s side, not letting her hold power alone. And Lady Yu clearly understood all this but was unwilling to point it out. Perhaps she truly didn’t mind. Perhaps compared to power, being with Master Wu was what made her happier.

Lady Yu was indeed a wise person. She and Master Wu both came from Dragon Lying Mountain, and their teacher was the world-renowned Master Dragon Lying. Master Dragon Lying was an extraordinary recluse, said to be over a hundred years old. His disciples were spread throughout the world, from noble families and imperial relatives at the top to peddlers and merchants at the bottom. This master’s knowledge encompassed everything under heaven, and he didn’t care about social status when accepting disciples, only teaching different knowledge according to the different aptitudes of his disciples. Thus, among his students were scholarly masters full of learning, prime ministers and grand councilors with lofty ambitions, military generals commanding armies on battlefields, nimble assassins, wealthy merchants, and skilled craftsmen and blacksmiths…

Master Dragon Lying had many disciples, but they varied in quality. For example, there was the seventy-year-old prime minister of Bian Tang, Cheng Wen Jing; the Eastern Land traitor Yue Shao Cong, who betrayed Great Xia forty years ago by leading the Dog Rong in through the passes; and the outstanding young general of the contemporary number one rebel group, the Great Unity Association, Wu Dao Cliff Zhong Yu. And there was one person Chu Qiao could not forget—the fourth young master of the Zhuge Clan of Great Xia, Zhuge Yue.

Zhao Che was about to lead troops to attack. Would he come as well?

Chu Qiao sighed lightly and drained the medicine bowl in one go.

The battlefield was dangerous, swords and blades merciless. He wouldn’t come—hopefully, he wouldn’t.

She took a nap in the afternoon and woke up feeling much better. After being cooped up in the room for several days, she wanted to go out for some activity. She wore a Suzhou blue cotton dress with a small overlapping jacket embroidered with yellow-rust white magnolias, narrow sleeves fitting tightly to her arms, gathered into lantern shapes, making her figure appear even more slender, not filling a grasp. A maid coiled her hair into a bun, with slight drapes on both sides, adorned with a few crimson ornaments. A light blue jade hairpin was inserted at her temples, with a string of fine tassels hanging down, occasionally brushing against her ear lobes, which were as white as congealed lard.

Chu Qiao rarely wore such feminine clothes. She looked in the mirror for a long time, feeling somewhat novel, but also quietly happy.

Opening the door, the wind was strong. The maids wanted to follow, but Chu Qiao declined and walked out alone, holding a small horn lantern.

It was still Yan Bei’s winter. Though the drifting snow mist looked desolately beautiful, it was very cold. Fortunately, she was dressed warmly and had a fox fur coat over her outer garments. A thin crescent moon hung above, its light pure and clear over the white landscape. Not having left the room for many days, all she had smelled was either medicine or incense, making her dizzy and headache. Now, coming out for a walk, she immediately felt clear-headed and clear-eyed, and her illness seemed to improve somewhat.

The moonlight was so beautiful, like candlelight filtered through a sky-blue gauze curtain, as thin as smoke. The wind blew through the leaves, making rustling sounds. Chu Qiao walked slowly, then stood far away under the window of Yan Xun’s study. He seemed to have just returned from the military camp and hadn’t gone to bed. The light was so bright, casting a long shadow—tall and straight. There were others in the study; they seemed to be discussing something. The wind rose, and the voices were too muffled for her to hear.

Her heart suddenly felt so peaceful, like opening a window in the morning to find the world pure white, with warm sunlight on her face, the sky azure, and snow-white eagles soaring with outstretched wings. A cup of clear tea was placed on the desk, its curling steam rising and spiraling like a meandering dragon.

For a very long time, she had been unclear about her feelings for Yan Xun. When she first came to this place, she viewed the world’s many injustices with the cold, observant eyes of a modern person. Gradually, she was drawn in, and thus came worry, anger, resentment, kindness, and gratitude. More and more emotions pulled her into this world. Flesh and blood gradually formed, and she could no longer stand aside and just watch. As for Yan Xun, from initial hatred to gratitude, to sympathy and pity, to mutual dependence, and then gradually, as they grew up, feelings slowly transformed. Those unspeakable thoughts broke ground in her heart unintentionally, sprouting fresh, tender green buds that endured frost, survived the depths of winter, went through mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and experienced life-and-death battles, until that tender green shoot finally grew into a towering tree. Occasionally looking up, she saw lush branches and leaves, rich and verdant.

She had always been such a silent and stubborn person, always.

The door of the study opened, and people walked out one after another. A Jin’s eyes were sharp; seeing Chu Qiao standing under the plum tree, he suddenly called out. Yan Xun heard and immediately ran out of the room. Seeing her, his brows immediately furrowed: “Why are you standing there alone? Don’t you know you’re still sick?”

Chu Qiao smiled and allowed Yan Xun to take her hand. The man’s face looked quite severe as he glared at her, clasping her hand in his palm and gripping it tightly. He complained: “So cold! How long have you been here?”

“Just a little while.”

As soon as they entered the room, a warm fragrance suddenly wafted over them. Chu Qiao sniffed and murmured: “What incense is so fragrant?”

Upon hearing this, Yan Xun’s face suddenly changed drastically. He quickly pushed Chu Qiao to the door, took a teapot, and poured water into the incense burner. White steam immediately rose with a hissing sound. Then he hurriedly opened the windows.

Chu Qiao frowned: “Yan Xun, what are you doing?”

Yan Xun dusted off his hands as he walked out and said gravely: “We can’t stay in this room. Let’s go.”

With that, he pulled Chu Qiao into his bedchamber.

There was no incense burning in Yan Xun’s bedchamber, making it smell much cleaner. Chu Qiao still found it strange. Seeing him take a towel from the maid Lan Xiang to wipe his face, she stepped forward and asked: “Yan Xun, what happened in the study?”

“They just sent new Shuhe incense, and I lit half a block. It contains musk.”

“Musk?” Chu Qiao didn’t know much about incense and frowned as she asked: “What’s wrong with musk?”

The little maid Lan Xiang burst into a giggle and said with a smile: “Young miss, women shouldn’t smell musk. If they smell too much, they won’t be able to conceive. Of course, His Highness is worried.”

After speaking, Lan Xiang herself blushed deeply. The other little maids collectively giggled. Yan Xun wasn’t angry and pretended not to care, but he glanced sideways to observe Chu Qiao’s reaction.

Hearing this, Chu Qiao was slightly stunned. Being a girl after all, redness gradually spread across her cheeks, like begonia petals, especially charming. The candlelight shone on her light blue, flowing skirt, like a layer of shimmering merfolk silk.

Low laughter pressed against her ear, and the man’s warm breath was like gentle seawater: “Chu Qiao, you’re extremely beautiful tonight.”

Chu Qiao raised her eyes, her gaze carrying some delight. The bedchamber was enormous, with soft, thick carpets laid below. Layers of gauze curtains descended one after another, with golden hooks and tassels—a scene of luxury. The bed was draped in purple embroidery, with blue gauze surrounding it. The brocade quilt looked warm; just one glance was enough to know the warmth of lying on it. Yan Xun extended his hand, and the maids came forward like clouds to change his clothes. Seeing this, Chu Qiao was slightly stunned and with a “Ya!” turned around. Seeing this, Yan Xun laughed softly, making Chu Qiao’s face redden even more.

Combining her past and present lives, she wasn’t exactly young, and she had seen her fair share of romantic scenes. Being with Yan Xun day and night for so many years, they hadn’t always been as cautious and proper as moralists. But today, she felt somewhat at a loss.

The maids withdrew from the room with knowing looks, layer upon layer of gauze curtains sectioning off the space. Yan Xun’s warm breath approached from behind, carrying a husky laugh: “My Chu Qiao has grown up and knows how to be shy.”

Her usual quick wit suddenly disappeared without a trace. Yan Xun’s hands encircled her from behind, crossing at her abdomen. His lips pressed against her ear, sighing softly: “I haven’t seen you all day.”

Chu Qiao felt somewhat afraid and didn’t know how to respond. Vaguely she said: “Is war about to break out in the east? How are your preparations?”

“Ah…” Yan Xun sighed helplessly: “Chu Qiao, must you spoil the mood like this? Truly lacking in romance.”

The fine sand in the water clock flowed down gradually, thread by thread, unbroken. Outside, the wind blew quietly. Occasionally, accumulated snow fell from the eaves, drifting down in a flurry. Yan Xun silently held her, his scent lightly encircling them, like a skirt flying up on a summer day. His voice was also moist and comfortable:

“Did you cough today?”

Chu Qiao shook her head: “It’s much better already.”

“That’s good. Have you been taking your medicine on time?”

“Yes, it’s very bitter, extremely unpleasant.”

Yan Xun laughed: “Childish words. Is there medicine that isn’t bitter? You didn’t secretly pour it away, did you?”

“Heaven and earth as my witness,” Chu Qiao raised three fingers: “I even swallowed the dregs.”

“What’s wrong?” Yan Xun’s eyebrows raised slightly: “Is the room too stuffy?”

“I’m anxious at heart. War is about to break out in the east, and I’m still sick like this. How can I help you?”

Yan Xun felt a warmth in his heart, as if hot water was slowly covering him. His lips caressed Chu Qiao’s neck as he whispered: “You being well is already helping me.”

Yan Xun’s nightclothes were thin, almost allowing one to feel the contours of his muscles. Chu Qiao nestled in his arms, tilting her head. Her body gradually warmed up as she said softly: “I hope I can be a bit more useful.”

“You’re already very useful,” Yan Xun said gently: “All these years, you’ve followed me wholeheartedly, never thinking of yourself. Now that Yan Bei is settled, you should make plans for yourself.”

“For myself?” Chu Qiao felt somewhat at a loss. This was truly a novel question. She knew she wasn’t as strong as her exterior suggested. She was accustomed to relying on others, accustomed to following orders, and also accustomed to striving and working for a goal. It was so when she served the country before, and it was so after following Yan Xun. However, what she was least adept at was planning for herself. For herself? For herself? What could she do for herself?

“Yes,” Yan Xun’s voice was deep, still carrying a hint of laughter: “When a girl grows up, she must plan for herself, such as finding a good husband’s family, marrying a good man, assisting her husband and teaching her children, living a peaceful and happy life…”

Chu Qiao lightly spat at him and said: “In these times of war and chaos, where can one find a good man?”

“Indeed,” Yan Xun said with a smile: “You can know someone’s face but not their heart. Without ten or eight years of effort, how can one easily see through a person? If one’s heart is mistakenly given, wouldn’t it waste a lifetime of happiness?”

Chu Qiao turned around and said with a smile: “Then what do you suggest?”

“I suppose I’ll have to take a loss,” Yan Xun’s eyes were narrow, flashing with deep light, his mouth corners lifting slightly, smiling like a cunning fox.

Chu Qiao glared at him sideways: “You look very reluctant as if you’re taking a big loss!”

“Not too reluctant,” Yan Xun’s voice was like a pool of clear water, rippling softly in the air: “But taking a loss, more or less.”

Seeing Chu Qiao about to change color, Yan Xun laughed and embraced her, saying: “All those dukes and nobles have three wives and four concubines, but I have to keep to one wife for a lifetime. Isn’t that a loss?”

Chu Qiao snorted and said: “Then go take concubines! No one is stopping you.”

Yan Xun held her tightly and said in her ear: “I don’t have that energy, nor am I willing to let you suffer grievances.”

Red candles as thick as small arms burned high, illuminating the room brightly. Chu Qiao felt powerless all over, as if water had been injected into her limbs and bones. She heard Yan Xun say gently: “Chu Qiao, marry me.”

Her heart warmed, and her eyes had already moistened. This road had been so arduous. Thinking back to the hunt eight years ago, in the blink of an eye, so much time had passed.

“Mm.” She softly agreed, resting her head on his shoulder, suddenly feeling how generous life had been to her.

Yan Xun’s chest rose and fell slightly as he said softly: “I will always be good to you.”

Chu Qiao’s mouth corners lifted in a slight smile, and she nodded imperceptibly: “I have always believed in you.”

All around was silent. The gauze curtains of the canopy drooped to the ground. Occasionally, one could hear the sound from the copper water clock, fine sand rustling like early spring mulberry leaves.

“Chu Qiao, after the eastern war is over, let’s get married.”

Chu Qiao raised her head to look at him, and Yan Xun looked at her as well. His gaze was like captivating flowing colors, clean and warm. In a trance, it was still the expression from many years ago—the young boy looking at the small child, gritting his teeth and vowing: “Whoever dares to hurt you, I’ll fight them to the death!”

Vaguely, time fell away in flutters. Yan Xun embraced her, softly exhaling: “Chu Qiao, all storms have passed, and we are still together.”

Yes, everyone changes, but not you and me.

A big smile bloomed on her lips. She stretched out her arms to embrace the young man’s body, feeling satisfied even in her breathing. I always trust you, always trust you, always believe in you.

“Mm.”

The wind was like March willows, silently cutting through the curtains. Candle shadows flickered, gauze curtains swayed lightly, her heart peaceful, like Hetian jade.

Chapter 139: I’m Back

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The room was completely silent, with only occasional night crows flapping their wings as they flew past the window, gliding over withered leaves and bare branches. The wind whirled snow with a rustling sound, and moonlight shone through the window frames onto the ground, surrounding a pool of candlelight and, ultimately a dim yellowish glow.

When Yan Xun came, it was already very late. His sparse footsteps sounded like a leaking water clock, quietly approaching from a distance. The maids in front of the door knelt neatly, their knees hitting the snow. There was the sound of snowflakes being crushed, piercingly cold. A young girl’s voice, carrying hints of reverence and timidity, trembled as she said: “Your Highness, the young miss has already gone to bed.”

The snow and wind suddenly seemed to intensify, subtly covering the unavoidable silence and awkwardness. Trees swayed, and the moonlight fluctuated, just a faint gray shadow that cast itself through the window frames—a patch of pale, dead water. The gray shadow stood by the window, neither speaking nor leaving, thin yet straight-backed. The crescent moon was a thin curve, and in the dim light, everything appeared desolate. The cold air squeezed in from outside the window but was instantly devoured by the flames in the ground fire pit.

“Is the young miss sleeping well?”

The rich voice sounded faint, showing neither obvious joy nor resentment at being stopped outside. He just asked calmly, adding: “Has the doctor come to see her?”

“The young miss suffered some minor injuries, but nothing serious,” the maid answered obediently.

“Oh,” Yan Xun replied, then asked: “What did she have for dinner?”

“She only drank half a bowl of plain porridge.”

Yan Xun nodded silently. The shadow by the window carried a hint of icy tenderness: “She might get hungry at night. Keep some food warm for her, and stay alert. Don’t fall asleep.”

“This servant understands.”

Yan Xun stood in the corridor, his figure slender and solitary. Outside, the weather was so cold, with snow and wind swirling on the ground, dancing back and forth. The moonlight was hazy, illuminating a white expanse. He stood in the center of that light and shadow, slightly lowering his head, and softly said toward the tightly closed window: “Chu Qiao, I’m leaving now.”

A small gust of wind whistled by, blowing the ink-black hair at the man’s temples. Yan Xun turned around and stepped down the stairs, lifting his feet lightly but placing them somewhat heavily.

The people outside gradually walked farther away. Chu Qiao lay on the bed. The cold crescent moon in the sky seemed still to be the same one from many years ago in the Sacred Gold Palace. In the dimly lit Oriole Song Pavilion, drops of crimson blood had seeped through her fingers. Back then, the child with pitch-black eyes like bright stars had frowned with bloodshot whites of her eyes. Coolness rose from the bottom of her heart, like lingering water. Time had passed, but hearts had not faded, and what had changed was far more than just him.

How much suffering had they endured, and who remembered it? By not speaking of it, one might think it was forgotten.

Suddenly she became anxious, throwing off the covers and not even putting on outer clothes, she ran out of the inner chamber barefoot. With a bang, she pulled the door open, and a strong wind immediately blew her disheveled black hair. The maids screamed in unison, unable to stop her in time. The woman in white soft clothes had already rushed out of the courtyard.

“Young miss!” The maids anxiously chased after her, their voices so loud they startled the man walking ahead.

However, just as he turned his head, a slender shadow suddenly threw herself into his arms with such force that Yan Xun slightly staggered. His face showed full surprise, but when his hands touched her, he felt only thin clothes. Yan Xun frowned and lightly scolded: “Chu Qiao, how could you run out wearing so little?”

Chu Qiao said nothing, just stretched out her arms and tightly hugged the man’s waist, pressing her forehead firmly against his chest. The familiar scent returned to her nose, so warm that she almost wanted to fall asleep. Her eyes grew moist, and tears suddenly fell, wetting his clothes at the chest, soaking through layer by layer.

She raised her head, her eyes red-rimmed, just staring at him steadily. The man wore plain clothes and had long eyebrows, still that familiar face, but with added signs of travel weariness and fatigue. Suddenly withdrawing from the front lines was a major military taboo. How much mental effort and energy must it have taken to return safely and quickly to Yan Bei? And what kind of iron hand was needed to pacify the dissatisfied voices in the army? These things were unknown to her.

“You came back?” she asked.

Yan Xun smiled slightly, his mouth corners soft, covering all his fatigue and hardship. He just nodded quietly: “With you here, I would not fail to return.”

Faintly, it seemed like they had returned to that snowy night eight years ago. The youth who was still being hunted had led troops back to rescue the little slave who had fallen into the hands of her former master. Faced with the child’s questioning, he had just smiled and said, “If I didn’t come back, what would become of you?”

Time passed in an instant. Eight years and so many things in this world had changed, yet there was still only them, still standing together, still holding hands side by side.

With a light lift, she was carried up in his arms. Yan Xun’s brows furrowed slightly as he looked down at Chu Qiao in his arms and said: “Chu Qiao, how did you get so thin?”

Chu Qiao looked up, her fingers lightly clutching Yan Xun’s collar, and said softly: “Because I missed you.”

Yan Xun’s expression froze slightly. It was indeed shocking. Over the years, although they had relied on each other, they rarely exchanged such words. The warmth finally covered him layer by layer, like scalding water. He wrapped Chu Qiao in a cloak and chuckled: “I’ve lost weight too.”

The servants all sighed in relief. The snow and wind stopped. Yan Xun carried Chu Qiao and strode into the room. After days of military life, he had to return to coordinate the pursuit of Xia troops and internal city defense. Affairs were complex and numerous. Despite such longing, he could only rush over in the deep night. Taking off his outer cloak, his inner clothes were full of dust from the road. He ordered the servants to heat the water. The two sat facing each other in the room, with thousands of words to say, yet not knowing where to begin.

“Chu Qiao…”

“No need to say more!” Chu Qiao quickly stopped him, as if unwilling to bring it up, her voice slightly hoarse: “That you came back is enough.”

The lamplight shone on the young woman’s pale face. Yan Xun suddenly felt a cold sensation in his heart. In these days, how much had she suffered?

“After all, I still deceived you. I’m sorry.”

“Haven’t I also threatened you?” Chu Qiao smiled faintly: “That’s what I truly thought at the time. I would stay here and refuse to leave, to see if you would come back.”

Yan Xun nodded and smiled: “All my life, whenever I’ve tried to argue with you, I’ve never won once.”

The Great Xia mobilized troops, a large army attacked, and North Shuo launched a thunderous battle. Yan Xun led his army into Great Xia’s interior. During this time, how many people died in the flames of war, how many died unjustly, and how many soldiers would never again see their hometown lovers and children? Blood seeped into the earth, and white bones piled into mountains. Such a campaign, capable of reversing the fate of the entire continent, was in their mouths merely a few light and casual sentences.

“Chu Qiao, I have something to give you.”

Hot water was brought in and poured bucket by bucket into the enormous bath. Chu Qiao stood by the pool testing the water temperature with her hand. Hearing Yan Xun’s words, she turned her head and asked: “What is it?”

It was a very plain ring, without any elaborate style, made of white jade with a circle of fine patterns. Looking carefully, they were simple crape myrtle flowers.

“When did you buy this?”

“I don’t remember.” Many years ago, perhaps. After hearing her casually mention her hometown customs, he often spent his spare time polishing that piece of Hetian jade. One year, two years, three years, five years—it had been finished long ago, but he never dared to give it to her, only because back then he was too weak and had nothing but hatred. So he kept waiting and waiting, wanting to find the right time, the right place, yet gradually it had been so many years.

Without even thinking, she put it on the ring finger of her left hand, then held it up, looking at it foolishly before smiling: “It’s beautiful.”

The curtain was lowered. Yan Xun was bathing inside while Chu Qiao sat outside waiting, just like many years ago. When someone is bathing, it’s the time when their guard is lowest, so they were always accustomed to one keeping watch outside while the other bathed.

The curtains were layer upon layer, perfumed with pleasant fragrances. There was no wind in the room, yet the curtains still moved slightly. Yan Xun’s voice came from inside: “Chu Qiao, the face towel.”

Chu Qiao quickly picked up the white face towel, extending her arm through the curtain. Their fingertips lightly touched, scalding hot. Chu Qiao hurriedly withdrew her hand, asking a bit awkwardly: “Is the water hot?”

“It’s fine.”

The sound of water splashed loudly. Chu Qiao sat outside resting her chin on her palm, and they chatted intermittently.

“Yan Xun, were you injured this time?”

“No, I didn’t go to the front line.”

Steam gradually spread out from inside, making the room warm.

“Why did Huai Song cooperate with us in conducting military exercises at the border? Do you know their Princess Imperial?”

The man said: “We’ve only met a few times, I can’t say I know her, but I have a friend in Huai Song who mediated this matter.”

“Oh, I see.”

“Chu Qiao, are your injuries serious? Where are you hurt?”

“Nothing important, just some minor scrapes.”

The room gradually grew quiet. After a long time, Chu Qiao suddenly spoke: “Yan Xun, in the future, don’t keep things from me anymore.”

The person inside didn’t respond. Chu Qiao waited for a long time without an answer. She couldn’t help but call out twice more: “Yan Xun?”

Still no answer. Chu Qiao became a bit anxious, lifting the curtain and running barefoot. She saw Yan Xun sitting in the water pool, his head resting against the wall, asleep. His brows were slightly furrowed, his face full of fatigue.

Five days and five nights without rest, he was truly exhausted. Only now, having put down all his worries and vigilance, could he sleep like this.

Suddenly, all her resentment disappeared without a trace. Right and wrong, how could they be explained clearly in a single sentence? The flowing blood on the Nine Abyss Platform, the cautious steps in the quiet palace—she had accompanied him through it all. She knew well the depth of that hatred, the intensity of that resentment. The oath “Survive, kill them all!” still echoed in her ears. So many jeers and insults, so many hidden arrows and cold glances, so much humiliation and anger—all were like seeds of a butcher’s knife, planted deep in their hearts long ago. Breaking down the towering palace gates of Sacred Gold Palace, shattering the mighty walls of Zhen Huang City—what passion and strength it took! But ultimately, he turned his army around at her word. How could she not understand the feelings behind this?

Days of conviction had today transformed into conflicted emotions: resentment, regret, joy, sorrow, knots in her heart, yet also gratitude. She had been constantly swayed by two completely different emotions until just now when he gently told her he was leaving and turned to go, and she suddenly understood her true feelings.

Sunset, warhorse, sword, soldiers’ shouts, civilians’ screams—war devoured everything, including people’s beliefs and conscience. But it could never devour the feelings between them.

She didn’t receive the trust of the person she served loyally. She desperately defended the city, countless soldiers lost their lives for this, the rivers were filled with blood, and white bones floated away. As a commander, she should feel resentment and bitterness, strong discontent and unwillingness. But as a woman, she had received a sentiment heavier than mountains. Kingdom versus beauty, imperial ambitions versus two hearts in accord—he had given her a definite answer in an instant. What right did she have to feel discontent and resentment?

When she woke up, Chu Qiao was sleeping beside him, her forehead smooth. Her small body was curled up, still tightly grasping his hand. Outside it was still dark. Yan Xun wore a loose robe as he stood by the window. Outside lay snow-covered mountains. It was still the sky and land of Yan Bei, even the wind was biting cold. This place remained barren and cold, seemingly always this way. Even when his father implemented benevolent policies, life here was still poor and difficult. But why, when he used to think of Yan Bei, did he stubbornly believe it was a place of birdsong, flowers, abundance, and beauty?

Perhaps, it was truly as Lady Yu said—he had changed. His heart had grown larger, his vision had extended farther, and the things he wanted to possess had increased. Besides avenging and hating, other deep-rooted things had taken root in his heart. He had always felt there was nothing wrong with this. Years of experience had taught him the importance of power and strength. Without these, everything would be like a bird without wings—unable to fly.

But now, he suddenly felt somewhat afraid.

He had almost killed her. Just thinking about it made his hair stand on end, feeling extremely cold.

He looked out into the pitch-black window as if seeing again that vast land east of the Red Water. He could still recall that morning when his troops pointed toward Yan Ming Pass, how full of ambition and hot-blooded he had been. What a pity. However, Great Xia still stood there, and if he had returned one day later, what would have happened to Chu Qiao? He took a deep breath. Fortunately…

Her fingers felt cold. The bed was empty. Opening her eyes, she immediately saw Yan Xun’s silhouette standing by the window, black, seeming somewhat heavy.

“Yan Xun?” she called softly, her voice still carrying sleepy haziness. The man turned around. In the darkness, his eyes flickered with light that couldn’t be seen, making it impossible to discern what emotions they held.

“You’re awake.”

“Yes, what are you thinking about?”

Yan Xun walked over and gently embraced her body, saying faintly: “Nothing in particular.”

Chu Qiao’s face pressed against his chest, listening to his steady, powerful heartbeat through the thin fabric. It seemed that only at this moment did she truly feel certain that he had returned.

“Yan Xun, do you regret it?”

Yan Xun’s eyes were pitch-black, his arms tightening slightly: “No.”

“Will you regret it in the future?”

Yan Xun fell silent. Chu Qiao’s heart gradually grew cold, her muscles tensing. After a long while, she heard him say softly: “I regret coming back so late.”

Her nose suddenly felt sour. Chu Qiao buried her head against him, then closed her eyes, tightly pursing her lips.

What more could she hope for? One shouldn’t be too self-centered. Even though they were together day and night, how much of his suffering could she share? That grief of losing his entire family, that hatred accumulated over years—how much could she truly understand? As long as he still remembered her, still thought of her, cared for her, it was enough.

“Yan Xun, in the future, you can’t keep things from me anymore.”

“Mm,” Yan Xun nodded, “Alright.”

Chu Qiao fell into dreams once more. In her dream, it was warm and sweet. Someone held her hand, so firmly, as if they would never let go for a lifetime. She vaguely thought she seemed to have had this dream before, but where? Ah, yes, it was in Bian Tang, a warm and beautiful place, full of flowers, but she felt it wasn’t as warm as Yan Bei. Standing on this land, her heart was damp and warm, even though outside the mountains were like iron and the vast plains covered in evening snow.

The next day when she woke up, Yan Xun was already gone. Chu Qiao was wondering why she had slept so long when Jing Zisu suddenly walked in, smiling and saying: “Moon, wash your face.”

Chu Qiao stood up and quickly went forward to take the basin, saying: “Sister Zisu, you don’t need to do these things.”

Jing Zisu smiled kindly: “I don’t know how to do anything else.”

After washing her face, Chu Qiao saw Jing Zisu standing awkwardly in front of her, so she asked: “Sister Zisu, do you have something to say?”

“Not… not really.”

Chu Qiao smiled, making a move to leave: “In that case, I’ll go do my work.”

“Wait!” Jing Zisu quickly grabbed her. Seeing her smiling at herself, she blushed and slowly said: “Just now, His Highness sent someone to deliver this.”

Chu Qiao looked and saw it was a thick stack of white papers. She took it and couldn’t help but laugh: “I thought it was something special, but it turns out it’s about finding a husband for elder sister.”

Chu Qiao casually flipped through and saw that Yan Xun had found mostly civil officials and military staff officers, mainly officials from the Second Army. She immediately understood his intention and felt somewhat moved. The peace in Yan Bei was only temporary. Yan Xun feared that military commanders would go to the battlefield in the future, and if anything went wrong, it would affect the Jing sisters’ lifelong happiness.

“That’s good, Sister Zisu, you’re at the age to find a husband.”

Jing Zisu’s face was red, and after hesitating for a while, she finally said: “Moon, do you not understand?”

Chu Qiao was stunned, asking: “What?”

“If we three elder sisters don’t marry, you can’t get married either.”

Hearing this, Chu Qiao stood there dumbfounded. Jing Zisu looked at her smilingly, reaching out to tap her cheek, laughing: “Silly girl, His Highness has endless concerns for you.”

Outside, the weather was truly beautiful and sunny. Chu Qiao was stunned for quite a while when suddenly she heard the sound of firecrackers outside. Someone ran in joyfully to report: “Young Miss, Master Wu, and Lady Yu have entered the city.”

Jing Zisu clasped her hands together and said: “Amitabha Buddha, it’s finally peaceful. Yan Bei will not be at war anymore.”

Chu Qiao felt peaceful in her heart, a gentle tranquility.

Peace is wonderful.

Chapter 138 – The End of the Northern Expedition

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After returning to North Shuo City, Chu Qiao received a hero’s welcome. Except for those necessary for defense, all military and civilians in North Shuo City gathered at the city gates. The crowd was dense, enthusiastic, and wild with celebration as if the North Shuo battle had already been won. When Chu Qiao led the Southwestern Garrison’s troops marching through the city gates, the welcoming crowd nearly overwhelmed the formation. The Second Army’s Deputy Commander Lu Zhi was dead, and the newly appointed Deputy Commander Yin Liangyu led troops to maintain order at the front, but they were quickly scattered by the crowd.

Chu Qiao observed calmly. Although the Second Army’s soldiers had made some effort to tidy themselves to welcome their allies, compared to when they had departed, the army had been decimated. The remaining soldiers were wounded, their clothes tattered and bloodstained. Exhaustion, timidity, fear, confusion, and weariness—all manner of unsettling emotions flickered clearly in their eyes. The dust effectively concealed the pallor of their faces. Many had lost their scabbards and had their swords haphazardly tucked into their waists. Their movements produced crisp collisions, metallic clangs that showed no fighting spirit, only revealing their disorder.

In contrast to these panic-stricken Second Army soldiers who resembled frightened rabbits, the Southwestern Garrison’s officers and men formed a stark contrast. Though their armor was similarly bloodstained and dust-covered, they remained confident and composed, maintaining clear formation and ranks. Their discipline was evident as they steadily rode on horseback behind Chu Qiao, walking with vigorous steps along the main street. The north wind blew, catching their fluttering great fur cloaks. The jet-black capes smelled of fresh blood, emanating a cold, desolate aura of death. Seeing them, the civilians immediately erupted in thunderous cheers. In a situation where hundreds of thousands of troops had scattered like water, when Yan Bei soldiers were fleeing in all directions, only they had unhesitatingly thrown themselves into deadly circumstances, resolutely shouldering the responsibility of defending their homeland.

Yin Liangyu ran forward with large strides. The chaotic crowd had knocked his helmet askew, and without time to straighten it, the young man hurriedly said, “It’s easy to add flowers to brocade, but difficult to send charcoal in snowy weather. General Chu came at this critical moment and rescued North Shuo from the brink of destruction. The entire Second Army is deeply grateful for your kindness!”

Chu Qiao dismounted, smiled quietly, and replied, “General Yin gives me too much credit. We both serve Yan Bei, and the Southwestern Garrison and the Second Army are branches of the same tree.”

As she spoke, the young woman removed her hood. Even after such a brutal battle, she remained neat and clean. Her military uniform accentuated her straight and graceful figure, filled with both a soldier’s valor and feminine charm. Her features were beautiful, her skin snow-white. As she glanced around, her eyes sparkled like stars, her spirit soaring with confidence. Her voice was calm and friendly, full of sincerity.

An incredible murmur of admiration immediately rose from the crowd. Soldiers and civilians who had never seen her before discussed among themselves, and praise washed over her like a tide. From the Zhenhang Incident to the Northwest battlefield, from the Bian Tang military revolt to the Battle of Chidu, too many brilliant campaigns adorned this woman’s history. Naturally, people automatically overlooked her age and appearance. But now, on this turbulent battlefield, the girl’s beauty shone like a bright lamp above people’s heads, and they couldn’t help but exclaim:

“Is this truly General Chu? So young?”

“Indeed! It’s hard to believe. She’s so beautiful!”

She had just defeated the Southwestern Field Army led by Zhao Qi and the Batuha family forces, but Chu Qiao knew that the recent battle had not touched the core of the enemy. The reason the Xia Army had collapsed was only because they had just launched their final intense attack on North Shuo City. Their vanguard corps and cavalry corps had all been deployed to the battlefield. To complete the campaign before nightfall, and with absolute confidence in their rear, they had even sent their reserves forward, leaving their rear forces thin and consisting only of logistics troops and transport teams. The nearest cavalry corps was separated from her by two logistics divisions. The Southwestern Garrison, composed entirely of cavalry, moved extremely fast. Their charge was like a cheetah rushing into a herd of wild horses from behind. Additionally, Zhao Qi had died by her hand through an unexpected turn of events, leaving the Xia Army leaderless and demoralized, which allowed her to seize this advantage.

However, the Great Xia’s army of several hundred thousand was not named so in vain. Zhao Ying would arrive soon. Chu Qiao was anxious inside but did not let it show. She asked Yin Liangyu, “Where is General Cao? I have urgent military intelligence to report immediately.”

Yin Liangyu replied solemnly, “The General is in the meeting hall. Please follow me, my lady.”

Still at the North Shuo City’s Garrison Commander’s office, black obsidian was laid evenly on the floor. The building stood tall and imposing, with torches flickering dimly. Footsteps echoed in the corridor, one after another, heavy and tired.

Finally arriving at the meeting hall entrance, two young guards saw Yin Liangyu and immediately stood at attention, performing a standard military salute, and called out loudly, “General Yin!”

Yin Liangyu nodded, stepped aside, and pointing at Chu Qiao said, “This is Lady Chu from the Staff Department.”

The two guards had seen Chu Qiao before and immediately smiled and saluted, “Greetings, Lady Chu!”

Chu Qiao nodded in return, “Thank you for your hard work.”

“Is the General inside?” asked Yin Liangyu.

“Yes, the General has been waiting for you both for quite some time.”

Yin Liangyu nodded and said, “Please announce us.”

One of the guards nodded in acknowledgment, knocked gently on the door, and then announced loudly, “Report to the Commander-in-Chief, General Yin and Staff Officer Chu request an audience on urgent matters!”

A cross-hall wind blew through the corridor, making a howling sound like an injured puppy. The corridor was quiet, no one spoke, only the young guard’s voice reverberated in the four corners, floating back and forth with the wind.

Yin Liangyu frowned, stepped forward, and said in a deep voice, “General Cao, Staff Officer Chu Qiao requests an audience on urgent matters.”

Still, no one answered from inside. Yin Liangyu’s frown deepened as he continued, “General, are you in there?”

Chu Qiao raised an eyebrow, stepped forward, and said, “Not good.” Then she forcefully pushed open the meeting room door.

With a “creak,” the door slowly opened wide. The wind inside was strong, whooshing out. The window directly opposite the door was not closed, and documents and papers on the conference table were blown all over the floor like a group of white-winged butterflies constantly turning over at their feet. The spacious meeting hall was very empty, with tables and chairs in their original positions. Cao Mengtong sat with his back to everyone in his usual seat, not moving or speaking, leaning against the chair back, as if he were looking at the map hanging on the wall.

Yin Liangyu let out a long breath, stepped forward, and respectfully said, “General, Lady Chu has arrived. She says she has urgent matters to report to you.”

Cao Mengtong seemed not to hear, not even changing his sitting posture. Chu Qiao’s brow furrowed tightly as she immediately walked forward. The guard behind her was startled and hurriedly followed, calling out, “Lady Chu…”

However, before he could finish, the guard’s voice suddenly stopped. He stared in horror, his mouth slightly open, unable to utter a single word.

Cao Mengtong wore a brand-new uniform with sleeves slightly rolled up, revealing half of his forearm. There was an obvious knife scar on his left arm, seemingly left many years ago, almost indistinguishable without careful observation. His clothes were smooth without a single wrinkle. Half of a white handkerchief, folded neatly, peeked out from the left breast pocket of his collar. On both sides of the black collar, nine thumb-sized emblems of battle eagles were embroidered with gold thread, displaying the noble status of this elderly man as the Army Corps Commander-in-Chief. He was no longer young, in his sixties, with wrinkles covering his face, loose muscles, and the corners of his eyes and mouth drooping downward. His head of gray hair, though meticulously combed, still could not conceal his old age.

A dagger was lodged in his chest, with blood meandering down, already congealed. The room was very cold, and the blood, dark red, had frozen, forming a cold, icy streak. Life had long departed from this body, leaving only a solitary shadow, old and desolate in the moonlight.

The massive map of Yan Bei hung before him, covered with countless gullies and rising mountains. A thin line connected the place names on the map, from Meilin Pass in the far north, through Huihui Mountain, Shangsheng Plateau, Siqiu Lanling, Sunset Mountain Range, Blue City, Chidu, North Shuo, and then a large arrow drawn in bright red cinnabar, pointing directly toward the rich and vast Eastern Continent.

Yin Liangyu and the guards were stunned, unable to respond to the sudden death of their commander.

Chu Qiao slowly walked forward, reached out her hand, and gently closed Cao Mengtong’s unrestful eyes, along with her anger, hatred, and frustration towards this Commander-in-Chief who had failed to fulfill his duties. Like cold water covered by winter snow, frozen, leaving only vast, cold desolation.

For personal gain, he had disregarded hundreds of thousands of military and civilians, misjudged people, misjudged enemies, acted foolishly and recklessly, and was arrogant and pedantic. It was this man, precisely because of his incompetence and arrogance, who completely ruined a favorable situation and caused the army to suffer an immeasurable price. His crimes were beyond enumeration, and ten thousand deaths would not absolve his guilt. Before coming to this place, Chu Qiao had thought of so many strategies and schemes to remove him and take back the military command of North Shuo City, even preparing many sharp words to vent her anger.

But at this moment, looking at the elderly man sitting quietly in the cold wind, all her anger suddenly dissipated.

This was a cruel war, and everyone had paid a cruel price for it, both the living and the dead.

“General, look!” The sharp-eyed guard picked up a piece of paper from the table and handed it to Yin Liangyu.

Yin Liangyu quickly took it, scanned it briefly, then lifted his head and gently handed it to Chu Qiao, saying, “Lady Chu, you are now the highest commander of the Second Army. This soldier, Yin Liangyu, reports to you!”

Chu Qiao took the paper and saw that it simply transferred command of the Second Army and North Shuo military to her in the completely official language, with a few lines hoping Chu Qiao would fight bravely for Yan Bei’s glory as if it were just an ordinary handover ceremony.

Chu Qiao removed her sword and placed it aside, then slowly stepped back, stood straight, and performed a crisp military salute: “General Cao fought for the country, resisted the Xia Army, and fought to the last moment of his life without retreating. He is an example for the entire army. This soldier will not let the General down and will remain loyal and unyielding, never retreating!”

That night, the military camp’s duty record noted: In the Battle of North Shuo, General Cao Mengtong led from the front. At his advanced age, he fought to the death on the walls of North Shuo City, vowing not to retreat, and strongly resisted the Xia Army. Severely wounded, he died in the meeting hall on the evening of the twenty-seventh of October. Before dying, he transferred command of the Second Army to the Staff Department’s Military Advisor and Southwestern Garrison’s High Commander, Lady Chu Qiao. General Cao was loyal and brave throughout his life, serving Yan Bei with utmost dedication. Guarding the national gate in his sixties, thinking of the state as he departed, he is a model for Yan Bei soldiers.

Three hours later, Zhao Ying, who had been delayed by the great fire at Chidu, hurriedly arrived, assembling the Northwestern Army Corps and the scattered Southwestern Field Army, bringing five hundred thousand troops to attack from two sides!

In the meeting hall, Cao Mengtong’s position had changed hands. The young woman in a black uniform sat upright in his place, her gaze blazing as she looked at those below. Many familiar faces from before were now gone. More than ten tribal leaders had fled with their family troops when they saw the situation deteriorating. Hardly any of the Second Army’s high-ranking officers could be seen. The Third Army’s support force leader, Yu Zeqi, had surrendered to Great Xia with his fifty thousand troops. North Shuo City’s defender, Xia An, seeing North Shuo’s imminent defeat, had fled toward Yan Bei’s interior with the original North Shuo defense force two days ago, under the pretext of punishing deserters.

Those sitting below now were almost all mid to low-level officers from the original army. In the position of the Second Army’s Eighth Division, Seventh Unit, there sat a fat cook. Their unit commander had fled the battlefield with five thousand troops. Because he refused to leave and tried to persuade other comrades to stay and defend North Shuo, he was beaten severely and nearly died. Now the Seventh Unit existed in name only, with just his left. When Chu Qiao notified army representatives to come for the meeting, because they truly couldn’t find anyone else, this cook rushed over without even removing his apron.

In times of national crisis, when survival hangs in the balance, the most loyal are not those enjoying high positions and generous salaries. They are busy fleeing, surrendering, betraying comrades, and seeking ways to survive. At such times, it is often the most despised ordinary people who dare to stand up and shoulder the responsibility of defending the national gate with their frail shoulders and simple minds. The bizarre irony of world affairs is truly laughable.

“General, what should we do?” asked someone.

Yin Liangyu was previously a clerk in the quartermaster’s office, mainly responsible for recording the incoming and outgoing provisions. When his superior fled, he left all the work to him, generously saying he would promote him and give him his position. Before he could object, the man had vanished without a trace. Because of this circumstance, Yin Liangyu was promoted to more than twenty levels in two days, becoming the Second Army’s Deputy Corps Commander, now the second-highest officer in North Shuo City.

Chu Qiao turned her head and said in a calm tone, “Everyone may share their views.”

The crowd remained silent, carefully looking at each other. They were previously minor figures, always at the forefront of charges and assaults, and had no ideas of their own. After a long while, a very honest-looking militia representative suddenly stood up. He wore coarse cloth clothes used for labor, stained with blood, unclear if it was his own or someone else’s. Seeing everyone looking at him, he became somewhat shy and hesitant but finally gathered the courage to ask softly, “I’m a militiaman from West Tao Village. Our village head is injured, so he sent me. He asked me to ask the General if we would retreat. Will you abandon us?”

“Yes!” someone echoed, “Will the General, like Commander Xia An, lead troops to chase deserters and then never return?”

Chu Qiao calmly replied, “Rest assured, even if we retreat, I will be the last to step through North Shuo City’s gates.”

“That’s good!”

Everyone suddenly sighed with relief, as if they had all been worried about this point. A man with a full beard suddenly said, “I don’t understand all those big principles. Whatever the General says to fight, that’s how I’ll fight.”

“Right!”

“Yes, we listen to the General!”

Chu Qiao pondered silently for a while, then slowly stood up and said solemnly, “In that case, please return immediately to count your troops. After daybreak, we will fight a battle to the death with the Xia Army!”

Everyone responded with a roar of agreement. Rather than offering suggestions, they seemed more willing to accept orders. Soon the meeting hall quieted down, but Yin Liangyu still sat in his original position, seemingly having something to ask.

“General Yin, if you have something to say, please speak.”

Yin Liangyu thought for a long time, and finally said, “General, I don’t understand much about military matters, but three days ago when the Third Army’s General Yu Zeqi defected, he burned most of the provisions storage. Currently, the garrison troops with combat capability in the city total less than forty thousand. Even adding the thirty thousand people the General brought back, that’s only seventy thousand, and most are militia. The Great Xia’s military strength is overwhelming. If we engage them head-on, can we win?”

Chu Qiao’s brow furrowed slightly. Just as she was about to speak, Yin Liangyu hurriedly explained, “This soldier does not want to flee, it’s just… just some concern.”

Chu Qiao smiled slightly and said, “I know General Yin doesn’t want to flee, but you don’t need to be so pessimistic. If I choose to stay, it means I have confidence.”

Yin Liangyu stood up with a whoosh, excitedly saying, “Does my lady have a method for certain victory?”

“I don’t have a method for certain victory, but there’s news you might want to hear.”

“What news?”

“His Highness’s First Army and Miss Yu’s Sunset Army are rushing to reinforce us. If we can hold out for ten days, reinforcements will arrive.”

Yin Liangyu was immediately overjoyed, his eyebrows dancing as he said, “Really? My lady?”

“Really,” Chu Qiao smiled slightly, “Go spread this good news to everyone.”

Yin Liangyu almost ran out the door. Watching his figure gradually disappear at the end of the meeting room corridor, the smile on Chu Qiao’s face slowly faded and froze.

The fact that Yan Xun had led the First Army and the forces from Sunset Mountain and Blue City to attack deep into Great Xia territory was still unknown to anyone. First, she feared there were traitors in the army. If this news reached Zhao Ying’s ears, though it might relieve the siege of North Shuo, it would inevitably cause Yan Xun’s retreat to be cut off, placing him in danger. This was currently her greatest concern.

Second, if this matter were to leak out, everyone would immediately know that Yan Bei had been betrayed by Yan Xun, morale would collapse, and there would be no need to continue fighting. Previously, she had defended Blue City to protect Yan Bei’s interior, so that if the North Shuo army were defeated, they would still have a retreat route. But now the interior forces were depleted, and the Sunset Mountain region was undefended. Fleeing had no meaning anymore; it would only lead the enemy into the interior and reveal to them the lack of internal military strength. In other words, all of Yan Bei’s armed forces were currently gathered in North Shuo City. If North Shuo fell, Yan Bei would inevitably perish, which was why she had abandoned Chidu and shifted the battle to North Shuo.

And Yan Xun, would he return? Would he give up his grand ambitions that were within reach, and abandon this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for revenge?

Outside the door, snow fell heavily, mountains danced like silver snakes. Chu Qiao leaned back in her chair, moonlight shining on her smooth forehead. She was so thin, her chin sharp as if carved by a knife. A belief suddenly rose from her heart, burning like fire through her internal organs.

“He will. He will return.”

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On the distant horizon, facing the morning sunlight, the Xia army’s formations could be seen gradually approaching, column after column, endless in number, their flags rising like a forest.

After days of chaotic battle, the battlefield was now mounded with corpses, stuck with short knives and long spears. Although it had snowed all night, looking out now, North Shuo City’s front was still a field of crimson blood. Those brilliant flowers defied the severe cold and snow, blooming ever more splendidly, vast as the sea. The rising morning sun was also covered with a layer of dark red from this blood-light, casting an eerie glow over the vast battlefield.

The war came so quickly. Days of defeat had cost Zhao Ying his patience. He no longer wished to arrange troops and plan strategies, nor did he want to probe cautiously. His army of five hundred thousand pressed forward with a roar, armor like mountains, roars like thunder. The five hundred thousand troops arranged in formation on the plain issued uniform charge signals. The soldiers on North Shuo’s walls momentarily trembled as one, as if feeling the walls beneath their feet shudder in the enemy’s roars, seeming ready to collapse.

North Shuo’s officers and soldiers turned pale. Compared to Zhao Qi’s Southwestern Army which relied on numerical advantage, Zhao Ying’s Northwestern Army was indeed a fierce pack of tigers and wolves. They couldn’t even imagine how Chu Qiao had led the Southwestern Garrison of less than ten thousand to resist such an army for so long. But there was no time for them to think now. Ten thousand horses galloped forward as the army pressed on like a vast flood from all directions.

“Kill the enemy!”

The Great Xia army instantly erupted like a volcano. In contrast, North Shuo’s tower was deathly quiet.

“Get ready!” He Xiao’s towering figure stood on the city tower. Too many wars had rapidly tempered this young officer. Holding his battle knife, he said in a deep voice: “Prepare!”

“First squad, prepare to attack!”

“Second squad, prepare to attack!”

“Third squad, prepare to attack!”

“Fourth squad, prepare to attack!”

“Seventeenth squad, prepare to attack!”

The resounding commands sounded in sequence. The Southwestern Garrison’s soldiers now numbered less than three thousand. The remaining seven thousand were selected from Chidu’s militia to strengthen the army. After Cao Mengtong’s death, the Second Army’s elite guards became Chu Qiao’s guards. Together they totaled thirty thousand, forming the main force for this battle. Now, before them, large crossbows standing half a person tall were quietly positioned. These were designed by Chu Qiao and manufactured by the military supply factory. However, after she left, no one knew how to assemble and use them, so now, all three thousand crossbows were preserved intact.

Arrows were loaded row by row into the crossbows’ hidden chambers. These arrows were cutting-edge weapons improved by modern technology. Through wheel-axle propulsion, they could fire twenty-eight arrows simultaneously, with three rounds per firing mission, and had four-dimensional directional calibration. This meant that within a breath, these crossbows could continuously fire eighty-four arrows, targeting four different directions. Their power was unimaginable; if not for lacking the force of bullets, they would almost rival machine guns.

The piercing sound of bowstrings continuously rang out. With battle imminent and the enemy drawing ever closer, cavalry quickly overtook the infantry formations, charging at the front. The Xia army’s leading officer shouted: “Kill all the northern barbarians!” The soldiers surged forward like a tide, their cries of “Kill the enemy!” coming like mountain roars and sea waves.

He Xiao’s expression remained unchanged. After a while, he finally said in a resounding tone: “Attack!”

In an instant, there was a “whoosh” sound as the sky filled with flying locusts, a sea of black, like a huge black cloth covering the sky. Three thousand crossbows fired simultaneously, equivalent to eighty thousand archers drawing their bows at once.

No flesh and blood could withstand such a terrifying arrow storm. There was nowhere to flee, nowhere to retreat. The scene at Chidu City played out once more. The massive cavalry formation collapsed with a rumble as if struck down by a giant’s heavy fist. No one could hide. After the arrows passed, within a range of four hundred paces, not a single standing creature remained.

In an instant, everyone’s eyes widened in shock. The Xia soldiers charging behind seemed to have their jaws dropped, and no one dared to advance another step, especially those from the Southwestern Army who had never witnessed this before. Zhao Ying was so furious he almost wanted to charge up with his sword. He had rushed here overnight, hurriedly organized his troops, and began attacking immediately, fearing that Chu Qiao would create the same deadly weapons as in the Chidu defensive battle. But he never expected to be one step too late. Little did he know that such weapons had long been in North Shuo City. Of course, not just him, many people probably couldn’t imagine this—after all, if such things had existed earlier, how could Cao Mengtong have lost so badly in previous battles?

“Charge! Anyone who retreats will die!”

Sharp charge signals sounded once more from the Xia military camp. Heavily armored soldiers and shield bearers led the way as the attack began anew.

Chu Qiao stood on the high city tower. The entire North Shuo City was jubilant. Seeing victory within reach, people rushed to the city walls one after another, setting up simple catapults, and defending tenaciously and resolutely.

Black waves of arrows shot forth in sheets, and enemies fell like artemisia. Chu Qiao wore a white great fur cloak. The young woman’s face was expressionless. Thousands upon thousands of people died before her. With just a wave of her hand, thousands of heads would fall to the ground, blood converging into streams, into small rivers, into lakes, into breached floods. Lives were like weeds, like ants, like worthless scrap paper. War was like a man-eating demon, opening its bloody, giant mouth, and devouring from the front.

She gradually lost feeling, not experiencing fear or disgust, not even fatigue. There was only numbness, stiff limbs, and cold.

War is cruel. Two days later, the city’s arrows were exhausted. A day after that, all boulders and rolling logs were consumed. The Xia army had paid with nearly seventy thousand lives. On the vast battlefield, bloody corpses covered the entire land, with broken knives and arrows densely extending beyond the horizon. North Shuo’s military and civilians were exhausted, but before they could even eat a mouthful of food that evening, dark shadows once again surged forward.

Chu Qiao sighed helplessly. Although they had thrown the last stone and shot the last arrow, dealing the enemy such a heavy blow, the enemy had still rallied so quickly to charge again. She and Zhao Ying both knew that in many cases, war was an endurance contest. Whoever could hold out longer would be the final victor. The Xia army’s northern expedition had suffered such serious losses, and now Zhao Ying was making his final desperate attempt.

“My lady, what should we do?”

A subordinate rushed in hurriedly, looking at her with expectant eyes. In previous days, this female general had always produced powerful secret weapons at critical moments to save the situation. The entire Second Army’s soldiers were full of affection for her. But now, Chu Qiao shook her head and said lightly: “There’s no way out. We must fight.”

The close-range siege battle finally fully unfolded. The world was filled with desolate wailing, the ground trembling violently underfoot. Everywhere was the moaning of war horses. The Great Xia army corps were like towering mountains, crashing violently against North Shuo’s walls, wave after wave surging forward. The numerical disparity was stark, and the battle grew increasingly brutal in its later stages. The walls were lost several times, and several times won back with soldiers’ blood. The Southwestern Garrison’s soldiers demonstrated terrifying and astonishing combat prowess. Fewer than three thousand of them defended half the city wall, while the other half had more than sixty thousand defenders. Yet even so, the Southwestern Garrison still had to repeatedly provide them aid.

Two days later, Zhao Ying sent people to dig trenches at the eastern city wall, causing a small-scale collapse. A small section of the wall fell, and although Chu Qiao quickly established defenses, more than two thousand people still managed to break into the city. These were all Great Xia’s elite troops. The fighting continued for more than two hours, with bodies piled into a small mountain.

“General! The Third Battalion has been completely wiped out. The Crossbow Battalion and the Fourth Militia Unit, led by General Yu, attacked out of the city and drove back the Xia soldiers digging trenches at the foot of the wall, but all perished. The Xiaoling Camp is completely dead, and the Eleventh Unit died entirely at the East One City Head…”

“General, we can’t hold on. At most, we have two more hours. Let’s retreat quickly!”

He Xiao also came forward. The young man was covered in wounds and bloodstains, his voice hoarse as he said deeply: “My lady, all officers and men of the Southwestern Garrison request that you retreat. We will cut a path for you from the west gate.”

Yin Liangyu was pale-faced. This official skilled in wielding the pen now wore military attire. He walked forward with a frown and said: “General, reinforcements won’t arrive in time. We don’t have time. Please lead the Southwestern Garrison and the city’s women and children to break out. If we can reach Blue City, reach Miss Yu, we’ll have a chance to rise again. This subordinate is willing to stay behind and share North Shuo’s fate.”

Chu Qiao slowly shook her head. Blue City? Where was there even half a soul there now? Even if they fled there, it would only lead the Xia soldiers into Yan Bei’s interior. She said softly: “I will not retreat.”

“Please, General, consider the big picture! This is not the time for sentiment!”

Chu Qiao lifted her head, her gaze firm as she looked into the distance, slowly saying: “The reinforcements will come.”

“My lady!” He Xiao was somewhat agitated and said: “We can’t wait any longer. Time is running out; if we don’t leave now, it will be too late.”

Chu Qiao repeated the same words, full of confidence, even to the point of madness and obsession: “The reinforcements will come.”

Everyone reluctantly withdrew, then issued orders for the entire army to defend to the death. All at once, the entire city erupted with frenzied roars. Chu Qiao couldn’t distinguish what emotions they contained—anger, sorrow, terror, courage, fear, hatred, despair—perhaps none of these, perhaps just a final cry before death.

The sky gradually darkened, the sunset blood-red. The battle reached its peak intensity. The captain and cook of the Eighth Division, Seventh Unit, wielding a large butcher’s knife, roared wildly as he charged toward the Xia soldiers climbing the city wall. More than ten Xia soldiers charged up in a row, but the fat cook lunged at them, knocking more than ten people into the fire pit. The fire quickly spread on their bodies. The Xia soldiers frantically patted the flames on themselves, but the cook paid no heed and continued to lunge at others, fiercely, as if completely unconcerned about the fierce fire on his own body. The Xia soldiers were panicked; wherever he went, everyone dodged aside. Finally, the cook, without making a sound, grabbed the rope ladder the Xia soldiers were climbing and slid down. More than twenty soldiers who were climbing fell with him and died on the rocks at the foot of the wall. Blood splattered, brains burst. On this day, over a million people from both sides witnessed the loyalty and bravery of a cook.

“My lady! The Eighth Unit has been completely wiped out!”

“The reinforcements will come.”

“My lady, the East Two city wall has collapsed, and more than three hundred enemies have broken in. The Ninth and Tenth Units have gone to intercept.”

“The reinforcements will come.”

“My lady, let’s go quickly! The Xia army’s last three reserves have also joined the battle!”

“The reinforcements will come.”

“My lady, if we don’t leave now, it will be too late. The reinforcements won’t come. Give the order to retreat!”

“The reinforcements will come.”

“My lady…”

Everyone had already despaired. They all thought Chu Qiao had decided to share North Shuo’s fate. The battle grew increasingly brutal, with frenzied screams everywhere. Yan Bei’s soldiers went mad, desperately issuing their final roars, waving their battle knives to engage the enemy in hand-to-hand combat.

The central army commander should not participate in the battle. But at this moment, Chu Qiao slowly drew the sword at her waist. Even at this point, a belief still frantically cried out in her mind: holding on for one more moment was worth it. She slowly walked out of the central military camp to the highest point of the city tower, her sword sharp, gleaming like silver.

He Xiao suddenly rushed forward, his face greatly shaken, emotions of joy or anger indistinguishable, anxiously shouting: “My lady!”

“Say no more!” Chu Qiao cut him off immediately, saying in a deep voice: “I will not retreat. The reinforcements will come.”

“My lady,” He Xiao licked his pale lips and slowly said: “The reinforcements have arrived.”

Chu Qiao’s delicate body trembled. Following He Xiao’s finger, she turned sharply. On the horizon of Fire Thunder Plain, a thin black line appeared faintly. Dust rose above that thin line. From the Xia army came piercing horn sounds, shrill and completely lacking a victorious tone. Messengers ran back and forth, officers shouting hoarsely about something indistinguishable. There was panic, great panic. The Great Xia army retreated like a tide, Xia soldiers bewilderedly running back following the horn signal, not knowing what had happened.

The earth shook: Boom! Boom! Boom!

Everyone stopped what they were doing. The North Shuo defense forces, already prepared to die, raised their heads one after another, looking toward the distant east. On the crimson Fire Thunder Plain, the slender line gradually merged into a black river, and then, like a black eagle suddenly leaping from the edge of the sky, its wings wide, majestic, and imposing, transformed into a boundless black ocean!

Like mountains toppling and seas overturning! Like a storm! Black battle flags flew over the black ocean, battle eagles fierce, almost breaking through the flags. Soldiers controlled their horses with their legs, drew their swords, and held them upright before their bodies, issuing thunderous roars: “Fight for freedom!!!”

Deafening charge signals instantly resonated across the land. From North Shuo’s towers, enormous cheers suddenly rose to the sky!

“The Black Eagle flag! It’s the Black Eagle flag! His Highness! His Highness has come!”

“Our reinforcements have arrived!”

The soldiers cheered jubilantly, many of them shedding tears on the city wall. In just a few short days, this ancient city had gone through multiple life-and-death struggles. Now, faced with sudden hope, people cheered together, passionately embracing one another.

Contrasting with North Shuo’s cheers was Great Xia’s panicked roaring. Zhao Ying shouted in disbelief: “How can this be? How did they get around to our rear?”

“Your Highness! Your Highness!”

A messenger hurriedly rushed forward, wearing the uniform of Zhenhang City, dusty from travel, his face covered in frost, shouting: “Imperial orders from the capital command you to return immediately to defend the homeland. The traitor Yan Xun has led an army of five hundred thousand into the interior of the empire. The northwest region is scorched earth. Now, he has returned to encircle the northern expedition army!”

With a “bang,” Zhao Ying kicked the messenger off his horse, cursing: “Why didn’t you wait until they killed all my troops before reporting?!”

“This humble one has been traveling day and night. All the messenger brothers were intercepted and killed by the Yan Bei army. Only this servant remains. This servant had to be extremely careful…”

The man hurriedly explained, but before he could finish, he was kicked again by Zhao Ying. The Great Xia’s fourteenth prince quickly ordered: “All army corps, form battle positions where you are. Do not flee in disorder. We must stabilize our formation to contend with the enemy.”

However, before he finished speaking, he saw the Southwestern Army, the Northern Alliance, and the remaining troops of the Batuha family all fleeing in disarray without any formation. Only the Northwestern Army remained in position, resisting the increasingly close Yan Bei army.

Zhao Ying closed his eyes in despair. Was heaven truly determined to destroy Great Xia?

The Xia army’s retreat was like a tide. All resistance was torn apart by the Yan Bei army like dry twigs. Numerical advantage, combat strength advantage, the morale of fresh troops, and the sudden surprise attack all guaranteed victory for the Yan Bei army. Two hours later, the Xia army had fled Fire Thunder Plain, hastily retreating toward Helan Mountain. The Yan Bei army sent ten thousand troops in close pursuit!

This day was the first of November in the 775th year of the Baicang calendar. The Black Eagle Army, which had penetrated deep into Great Xia’s interior, suddenly returned to Yan Bei’s homeland. Yan Xun had strictly sealed off information along the way, galloping at full speed, eating, drinking, and sleeping on horseback. After returning, without any rest, he immediately entered the battle. Zhao Ying was caught unaware, sandwiched between Yan Xun and Chu Qiao. The Southwestern Army, Northern Alliance, and Batuha Army collapsed like water at the front line. Zhao Ying, unable to stand alone, had no choice but to retreat toward Helan Mountain. Yan Xun pursued closely, killing more than two hundred thousand enemies along the way. Except for Zhao Ying’s Northwestern Army, the main forces of the other three land armies were almost completely devastated. Yan Xun led his troops in pursuit of Great Xia’s northwestern interior, stopping only at Yanming Pass. Subsequently, the Black Eagle Army camped north of Yanming Pass. Zhao Ying looked across the river and saw that the empire’s northwestern region had been entirely occupied by the Yan Bei army and that officials and nobles in the northwest were all surrendering. In a fit of rage, he spat a mouthful of blood onto the frozen Chishui River.

With this, the First Northern Expedition War came to an end. The Yan Bei army had lost as many as four hundred thousand troops in the cities of North Shuo and Chidu. Chidu City had become barren land, countless refugees had died during migration, and Yan Bei’s already meager finances became even more difficult.

Compared to Yan Bei, Great Xia’s losses were immeasurable. Not only had the northern expedition army lost most of its forces, but a prince had been beheaded at the front, and half of the northwestern territory had fallen into enemy hands. If Yan Xun had not turned his blade around at the front line to rescue North Shuo, the imperial capital might have been captured. The eyes of the entire Western Mongol continent were focused on this. In the northwestern sky, a magnificent red sun slowly set. The Great Xia Empire’s three hundred years of glory and dreams thus began an unstoppable decline.

After Zhao Ying returned to the imperial capital, the Great Xia imperial family was enraged. The Council of Elders, rarely acting quickly, unanimously passed a resolution to imprison Zhao Ying. Three days later, the empire rapidly dispatched three hundred thousand troops from the Southeastern Army, Northeastern Army, and various great family armies, led by the seventh prince Zhao Che, to the northwestern battlefield once more.

Meanwhile, the Zhuge family’s eldest son, Zhuge Huai, who had served as the reserve forces’ chief coordinator during the First Northern Expedition War, was also implicated in this defeat. The Zhuge family faced exclusion and impeachment from the Council of Elders. Under pressure, Zhuge Muqing had no choice but to once again employ his fourth son, Zhuge Yue, to serve as the chief coordinator of the reserves and military supplies for this army, quickly following in Zhao Che’s footsteps to the northwest.

It was foreseeable that another great battle was about to unfold, but before this storm arrived, there was a brief period of calm.

Chapter 137: The Return of the King

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“Feng Ting, gather one thousand scouts and divide them into five teams for independent strikes. Use your familiarity with the terrain to conduct guerrilla warfare against the enemy’s reinforcements. Do your utmost to harass the enemy’s supply convoys and delay them on the Helan Mountain side for at least two days.”

The young commander in military attire nodded and replied, “Yes!”

“Murong, take the newly recruited two thousand militia and set up an ambush at Hundred-Zhang Cliff. Stockpile boulders and logs. Wait until two days later when the supply troops break through Feng Ting’s blockade. At that time, Old Mu will join you and direct your subsequent actions.”

The two soldiers answered in unison, “Yes, Commander!”

With a swift motion, she unfolded a map. The young woman’s fingers were long and fair as she drew a line along the southeast region and said in a deep voice, “Wudan Yu, take five hundred archers and hide in Pine Leaf Forest. Use your bows to harass the enemy’s flanks. Once the enemy launches an attack, withdraw immediately. You must not engage the enemy head-on, understand?”

The young and handsome Wudan Yu responded solemnly. He was not part of the original Southwest Garrison Forces but a soldier recruited later by He Xiao and others. He had once been a notorious bandit in the Helan Mountain region.

“My Lady, if possible, I could also find a way to lure the enemy toward Thousand Ice Pond. I know the terrain well—once they enter, I guarantee they won’t return!”

Chu Qiao thought for a moment, then looked up and said, “Use your judgment. If the opportunity arises, I give you full authority.”

Wudan Yu smiled, “Thank you, My Lady!”

“He Qi led the third team to defend the north wall. During the battle, fully coordinate with the first team to guard Chidu. He Xiao is in command. I entrust the entire Chidu city wall to you, brothers. All of Yan Bei will be standing behind you, watching.”

He Xiao’s eyes immediately sharpened. He performed a standard military salute alongside his brother, and they both declared loudly, “We will not fail Your Ladyship’s expectations!”

“The focus of this battle is not to annihilate the enemy forces, but to continuously carry out small-scale attacks to disrupt the enemy’s morale, harass their supply lines, and strike at their fighting spirit. We must force them to scramble in response, delaying their assault on Chidu. Everyone, time, and endurance are our only weapons. As long as we can hold out for seven days, His Highness’s reinforcements will arrive!”

Chu Qiao raised her head. The candlelight illuminated her face, giving her an otherworldly beauty. The young soldiers gazed at her with determined eyes, earnestly looking at this girl who was much younger than any of them. The room was small and brightly lit. Chu Qiao slowly extended her hand, hovering it before her chest, and spoke in a low, solemn tone, “The great battle is imminent, and we can no longer hesitate. When the nation faces peril, people must maintain loyalty and righteousness. As soldiers, we must uphold our duty to defend our land and protect our people. Regardless of the outcome of this battle, we will not shame the land of Yan Bei, nor our conscience, nor the military flag above our heads! Life or death, victory or defeat—it all depends on this battle. Take care, all of you!”

“Take care, My Lady!”

More than ten hands clasped together. Outside the door, the north wind howled. Inside, the firelight blazed. Not far beyond the city walls, the enemy was already sharpening their swords. At Chu Qiao’s command, the warriors turned and strode through the door to their respective battlefields. After this, who knew who would return, who would survive?

Chu Qiao’s slender figure stood in the dim light, the massive map laid out before her. It showed countless ravines and ridges, every mountain range and river—all the terrain of Yan Bei. Chu Qiao took a slow, deep breath, then donned her great fur coat and stepped outside. A small figure suddenly ran up and asked in a crisp voice, “Where are you going, My Lady?”

Du Ping’an carried a lantern, wearing an oversized military coat. His face was red from the cold. Chu Qiao looked at him silently, then said in a deep voice, “To the military supply factory!”

Although Chidu City had few defenders, it occupied an advantageous position along the Red Water, with convenient water transportation routes. The city was fairly prosperous, with a population of over one hundred thousand. After sending away the women and children, about forty thousand newly recruited militia remained in the city. Sending these inexperienced recruits against the Great Xia army would be suicide. Chu Qiao had no hope of relying on them to defend Chidu. Rather than the battlefield, she had found more suitable places for them.

At this moment, the military supply factory was filled with clanging sounds. Though it was deep into the night, countless torches were tied to the walls. Huge copper furnaces were everywhere. Men were sweating profusely, each attending to their duties, pushing carts back and forth.

“My Lady, what is this place?” the child asked with wide eyes.

Chu Qiao’s gaze was profound, her face showing traces of regret as she slowly said, “This is the hope for Yan Bei’s revival. If only we had more time, why would we fear mere Xia soldiers?”

Someone inside noticed Chu Qiao and quickly notified others. Soon, a middle-aged man in his forties hurried forward. Two days ago, he had been an ordinary blacksmith in the city. Now, he had become the chief commander of the Southwest Garrison Forces’ Weapon Forging Division.

“My Lady, coming here so late—do you have any instructions?”

Chu Qiao shook her head, “I’m just here to look around.”

“Would you like to go inside, My Lady?”

“No,” Chu Qiao shook her head, staring steadily ahead. The blacksmith was covered in sweat, his clothes wrinkled and bearing burn marks. He looked at this young female officer and was slightly dazed.

This commander was different from any he had seen before. Though young, looking into her eyes, he felt none of the impulsiveness or superficiality typical of youth. She seemed to have seen too much, experienced too much, and had become calm and composed, yet profound as the sea—impossible to fathom. He wondered: this commander must have suffered greatly; otherwise, how could she possess such eyes?

The night wind blew against Chu Qiao’s face, ice-cold. She wore a dark blue fur coat, with fox fur around the collar framing her fair face.

“Go back to your work. I’ll be leaving now.”

“Ah? Oh, farewell, My Lady!”

The old blacksmith still used his customary manner when facing officials, bowing so low that his head nearly touched his knees. When he raised his head again, he found that she had already walked far away.

The war began that very night. The original defenders of Chidu were trembling with fear. However, the initial fighting was not as intense as they had imagined. The enemy’s reserve forces seemed to be held up, forcing them to send large numbers of troops back to defend their rear. Their formation became chaotic, with small-scale skirmishes breaking out from time to time.

Chu Qiao knew this was Feng Ting’s sniping around Helan Mountain taking effect. The Xia army was in unfamiliar territory, and at this stage of the war, they had received no news from Yan Xun and the Second Army. With Zhao Yang’s caution, he would certainly be wary. The purpose of her dispatching five guerrilla forces was to create both real and imagined concerns and constraints for the enemy.

However, Zhao Yang was indeed an excellent commander. Although Feng Ting had sworn a military oath, and Chu Qiao had made meticulous plans for strategic offense, defense, and transfer, the offensive at Helan Mountain collapsed on the second morning. The planned two-day defense didn’t even last one day—in just one night, the thousand Southwest Garrison Forces were completely wiped out, with not a single survivor.

Due to Feng Ting’s defeat, Murong and Amu encountered the full force of Great Xia’s attack ahead of schedule. The battle began at breakfast time and only gradually subsided by noon. Amu’s younger brother escaped back via a small path, announcing the end and failure of the battle. Two thousand militia suffered heavy casualties, and the remainder were scattered, their whereabouts unknown.

The Great Xia army surged forward with overwhelming momentum, charging full force at Chidu’s gates. However, they encountered unexpected resistance near Pine Leaf Forest. A fierce troop, like a sharp knife, pierced the flank of the Xia army. With just five hundred men, they used the forest’s advantageous terrain to make three full passes through the Xia army’s flank as if entering unguarded territory. They burned the central flag and set fire to the Xia army’s central tent. Their young commander shot an arrow that pierced the temple of the army’s vice-commander; the arrow carried a rope, and when pulled back, it took half of the commander’s head with it.

The Xia army was in an uproar. The slain commander’s guard gave chase before Zhao Yang could stop them. Thus, that day, Great Xia lost eight thousand elite guards, all drowned or frozen in the icy waters of Thousand Ice Pond.

Attacking with an army of two hundred thousand, yet suffering such a defeat! The Xia army was furious. Even Zhao Yang could not control the voices calling for revenge in his ranks. Under pressure, he had to slow his advance and direct his forces against these guerrilla troops outside the city. However, Wudan Yu had fewer men and greater mobility and was thoroughly familiar with the local terrain and environment. He led his five hundred men in guerrilla warfare for two days despite the Xia army’s carpet-bombing tactics, still maintaining combat effectiveness and winning precious time for Chidu’s defenses.

After two days, however, Zhao Yang suddenly withdrew all offensive operations. While the Yan Bei army was puzzled, the Xia army suddenly ordered all troops to fall trees. Two hundred thousand men set to work, and within half a day, the vast Pine Leaf Forest was completely cleared. Wudan Yu’s five hundred guerrilla fighters were fully exposed to the enemy.

Chu Qiao stood on the high city wall, watching helplessly as Wudan Yu led his five hundred men, like a pebble swallowed by the gray ocean of the Xia army. With the rumble of hooves, just one charge extinguished that small splash of resistance.

“Fight for freedom!”

The distant battle cry traveled faintly to their ears. The entire Chidu city wall fell deathly silent. Warriors removed their helmets, gazing at their comrades fighting outside the city. Many veteran soldiers silently shed tears.

The sunset blazed like fire. After three full days, the Xia army finally completed its first encirclement of Chidu. Situ Jing stood beside Zhao Yang, respectfully reporting, “Your Highness, the Fourteenth Prince, we have learned from captured civilians that the defending forces in the city are traitors to the Empire—the Southwest Garrison Forces. Their commander is a woman, also a traitor to the Empire, named Chu Qiao.”

“Chu Qiao?”

These two words fell calmly from his lips. Zhao Yang slowly narrowed his eyes. He suddenly recalled a rainy evening long ago: green rocks and red tiles, winding corridors, an accidental collision, scattered books. The stubborn prince, mocked and insulted by his brothers, knelt stiffly in the corridor. From afar came the fragrance of books and ink. A young woman in blue clothes climbed onto the roof, fixed the leaking tiles, and the gentle wind blew past her thin figure, her skirt fluttering, her hair black as ink, white embroidered shoes slightly stained with pale moss…

Though barely a year had passed, Zhao Yang felt as if it had been so long ago. He still remembered what Zhao Che had said that night when Yan Xun escaped from Zhenhuan, pointing at that figure. His seventh brother, for all his brilliant talents, did not understand the ways of flexibility or the art of scheming. Such a person could establish a formidable foundation in chaotic times but would never have a foothold in the imperial court. Nevertheless, he had to admit that Zhao Che’s insight was excellent. His words that day had proven prophetic, culminating in the present situation.

“Your Highness? Your Highness?”

Situ Jing said softly, “Please issue the military order.”

The journey had been difficult. Through years at court, no one had ever been willing to lend him a hand, even for a brief moment. The warmth and coldness of humanity, the fickleness of the world—he had seen too much, experienced too much.

The images in his memory gradually receded. Zhao Yang’s eyes grew deep as he slowly said, “Attack with full force. After breaking through Chidu, slaughter the city to consecrate our flag.”

With a “whoosh,” the wind suddenly raised the military flag, making it flutter fiercely in the cold air.

Zhao Yang leaned back quietly in the central military camp with its burned corner. In a daze, he recalled an oath he had made before departure:

“I swear, in this life, I will never again follow behind anyone else.”

Everything standing in the way—let it all roll aside! Cities, armies, enemies, kinship, weakness, hesitation, and… conscience!

Under the setting sun’s glow, the Xia army finally launched its first full-force attack on Chidu City. Thousands upon thousands of troops spread out across the plain, heads densely packed, countless beyond measure. Horse hooves thundered, howling and galloping. The cavalry units wore neat, uniform military attire, with gleaming spurs, fearsome swords, and armor flashing blood-red in the sunset. Yan Bei’s war eagles screeched in the sky. The cold wind cut like a knife, whipping up swirling snow, and creating a strange white mist across the land. The massive army hidden in the white mist appeared all the more terrifying!

“Kill the enemy!!!”

A battle cry that shook heaven and earth suddenly rang out. Great Xia’s horn players sounded the battle horns. The warriors of the First Cavalry Unit drew their battle swords and waved them overhead, charging like wolves and tigers toward the low city wall. The heavy cavalry followed closely behind, infantry distributed on both sides, and archers advanced under the protection of shield bearers, preparing to attack from the trenches. As far as the eye could see, there were enemy hooves and armor everywhere, blades stamped with the Great Xia Military Forge markings everywhere. Soldiers roared, and the earth trembled unceasingly. The mountains shook, and shouts merged into an ocean of sound.

Compared to the Xia soldiers’ roaring, Chidu’s city wall was deadly silent. The Southwest Garrison Forces’ warriors guarded the city wall, holding their weapons, quietly waiting for the attack order.

Commander He Xiao held his arrow, slowly drew his powerful crossbow, squinted one eye, pulled the bow into a full moon, and suddenly released!

With a “whoosh,” the foremost rider in the Xia cavalry was shot and fell from his horse, tumbling four or five times before coming to a stop.

The Xia army was momentarily stunned, shocked by He Xiao’s terrifying strength. But in an instant, they regained their composure—such men were one in ten thousand, and their courage for the charge immediately returned.

“Ready!” He Xiao shouted coldly, raising his hand. “Fire!”

The sunset seemed suddenly covered, the world darkening. The Xia cavalry felt as if in a dream. In mid-air, a dense rain of arrows like locusts swept down, covering the sky, and moving at an astonishing speed. The Empire’s invincible cavalry that had swept across the Western Meng Continent fell into an endless nightmare. The soldiers in front were pierced by a barrage of arrows, flying off their horses, crashing into three or four cavalrymen behind them. Horses tumbled, and a chorus of screams and wails rose. The cavalrymen became veritable targets and porcupines. Blood dyed the white snow on the ground a dazzling red.

Zhao Yang frowned deeply and urgently sent orders. Heavy cavalry and shield bearers rushed forward to protect the others. However, before they could get close, another round of arrows howled down. The Xia soldiers laughed loudly, the heavy armor soldiers waving their heavy iron armor, freely mocking the Yan Bei army’s presumption. But before their laughter ended, the arrows penetrated their armor with terrible force. In the fierce metal storm, they didn’t even have time to cry for help. Panicked men and horses trampled each other. Death, screams, blood, corpses—before such a sharp and terrible attack, no one dared advance, and the front ranks immediately collapsed. The Xia officers slashed more than a dozen men before barely controlling the soldiers’ retreat.

“Charge! Follow me!”

A commander on horseback vigorously tapped his iron breastplate with his war sword. However, before he could finish his rousing call, an arrow whistled through the air and pierced his head. Blood trickled down, flowing like a small stream along the pattern of his armor.

“Death to those who retreat! Death to those who retreat! The enemy has less than ten thousand men. Pass this ridge, and you’ll all be heroes of battle!”

The officers shouted hoarsely. The warriors, their fighting spirit ignited—after all, they were the Empire’s regular troops—maintained their charge despite the strong offensive, continuing to spur their horses forward. The massive formation surged forward like a flash flood, unstoppable.

He Xiao waved his hand again and again, directing the battle: “Shoot! Shoot! Shoot these bastards dead!”

“Commander! Commander!”

A messenger ran forward, shouting, “Orders from My Lady! Prepare the stone throwers!”

A row of stone-throwing machines, over three meters tall, was pushed onto the city wall. However, these were not ordinary battlefield catapults. They were larger, thicker, and more powerful, with three additional axle supports, driven by springs, rotating more than twenty times. Once fired, they could reach over four hundred paces—twice the distance of normal catapults.

Blacksmith Wang stood on the city wall, his forehead covered in sweat, his eyes filled with a kind of wild anticipation. He gripped a short knife, suddenly shouted, and cut through a rope.

The sound of the spring mechanism immediately arose, and the stone thrower suddenly rotated. A crackling sound followed. As everyone watched dumbfounded, a boulder the size of a millstone flew up from the city wall and, with a thunderous crash, smashed down on two cavalrymen. Screams rose to the heavens. Everyone looked back in panic to see that not only the cavalrymen but also their warhorses were crushed to a bloody pulp.

“Oh! Long live My Lady!”

On Chidu’s city wall, the crowd immediately erupted in terrible cheers. Since being besieged by the Xia army, this was the first time they had entertained the thought that they might win. Under such fearsome weapons, everyone trembled with fear. The Xia soldiers looked around, forgetting to charge. At that moment, the real nightmare finally began as numerous stone throwers activated simultaneously, thousands of boulders raining down from the sky.

The scene was too terrible. What the stone throwers launched were not ordinary rocks—some were household millstones, some were roof beams, and some were thousands of broken tiles. Just moments ago, more than a dozen soldiers were simultaneously crushed by a heavy object. Survivors on both sides looked carefully and saw that it was a majestic stone lion that had once stood in front of a mansion gate!

No armor or shield could withstand such weapons. Battle swords were crushed into scrap metal, spears were reduced to kindling. Flesh turned to mud, brains splattered everywhere. The Xia army fell like autumn wheat, collapsing into pools of blood!

Zhao Yang’s eyes burned red as he grabbed the collar of the Weapons Manufacturing Chief and shouted furiously, “What are those weapons? What kind of arrows? How can they shoot so far? Why are they so fast? Speak!”

The gray-haired chief turned deathly pale, gasping for breath, “Your Highness, forgive me! I truly don’t know!”

“Useless trash!”

“Your Highness! Let the soldiers retreat—we simply cannot get close!” Situ Jing approached with a mournful face.

“No retreat!” Zhao Yang’s gaze was resolute as he coldly said, “Anyone who dares retreat one step will be executed!”

“Kill the enemy!!!”

The Xia army let out desperate, death-like howls. Near were sharp arrows and far were rolling stones. Heaven and earth were vast and gray, filled with the screams of death. Boulders and arrows came like storms, covering the entire battlefield!

Chu Qiao sat in the central command, receiving an endless stream of battle reports like snowflakes.

“The enemy has suffered heavy casualties but continues their assault. They are now within two hundred paces of the city defense.”

“The First Division has eliminated nearly ten thousand enemies. Arrow supplies are critically low, less than three thousand bundles remain.”

“Boulder supplies are rapidly diminishing. Three stone-throwing machines have been damaged and are now broken.”

“The enemy has dispatched another forty thousand cavalry and three reserve legions. The left city defense is about to collapse.”

“The Third Team has begun taking casualties. Enemy arrows are fierce at the western defense.”

Chu Qiao’s expression remained calm as she quietly reviewed all the reports, responding to each one.

“Weapons Forging Division, immediately send all arrow reserves to support the First Division.”

“Quickly disassemble and repair damaged stone throwers. Move the second batch to the front lines.”

“Second Team, rapidly support the left enceinte. Ling Xiao will lead three thousand militia.”

“Transfer city defense to the Third Team. Hold the Western defense at all costs, die rather than retreat.”

“My Lady!” Footsteps suddenly sounded as the newly promoted Director Wang—the blacksmith—hurried in and asked earnestly, “My Lady, what do you need me for?”

Chu Qiao remained silent for a moment, then slowly raised her head. Her gaze was calm, her expression somewhat solemn as she slowly said, “Use the firebombs.”

Director Wang was startled, then his face immediately lit up with joy. He ran out at once. Chu Qiao slowly stood up and looked outside, her gaze gloomy, her emotions unreadable.

People of later generations would always wonder how the Xiuli Queen had managed to resist Great Xia’s two hundred thousand elite troops with just ten thousand mixed forces, even gaining the upper hand in the early stages. But only high-ranking military commanders within the Empire knew the reason. Though the Xiuli Queen was young at the time, the weapons used by the Southwest Garrison Forces were all revolutionary products: sky-reaching crossbows, stone-throwing machines, rolling wolf traps, thunder cannons, firebombs, and more. The internal structures of these weapons weren’t deciphered until many years later. As for the fire bombs, their mysterious veil wasn’t lifted until the Second Technological Revolution more than thirteen hundred years later.

These mysterious weapons made their debut in the Battle of Chidu and quickly spread throughout the Yan Bei army, playing an immeasurable role in several northern expeditions and later in the Western Meng Defense War. The man named Wang Deze, the Director of the Southwest Garrison Forces Weapons Forging Division, earned the honorable title “Father of Divine Weapons.” Yet throughout his life, this same man repeatedly claimed, “My wisdom doesn’t compare to even one ten-thousandth of His Highness’s.” And at the age of one hundred and seven, just before his death, he called out, “Long live His Highness!” before departing this world.

The future history had not yet arrived, and the great figures of future history were still trudging through the mud.

After suffering more than thirty thousand casualties, the Xia army finally reached the city walls with great difficulty. But at that moment, the arrows and boulders from the city wall suddenly ceased. After a brief silence, countless small silver-white objects were thrown down with a crackling sound.

The Xia army looked carefully and saw they were chunks of ice. Mockery immediately erupted from their ranks.

Had the Southwest Garrison Forces gone mad? Having run out of arrows and stones, did they think they could kill people with ice chips?

But just then, a “boom” suddenly rang out as a piece of ice exploded. The explosive force wasn’t very powerful, but ice fragments flew in all directions, embedding like knives into the soldiers’ bodies. Those struck in vital areas died instantly, while others who were wounded immediately lost their fighting capacity. At the foot of Chidu City, men and horses tumbled. On the city wall, the Southwest Garrison soldiers laughed loudly together. The firebombs were simple in construction and numerous, yet they were terrifying weapons for close-range attacks. In an instant, screams shook the heavens, a white mist of smoke spread everywhere, cries of anguish from Xia soldiers filled the air, horses neighed in pain, and crimson blood flowed freely. Whether infantry or cavalry, they clustered together like a pot of boiling water.

With a “splash,” large vats of boiling oil were poured down. As soon as they touched the ground, they were ignited by the sparks from the fire bombs, instantly setting off a great blaze at the foot of the city.

The snow melted. Above were raging flames; below was cold, forbidding snow. The Great Xia soldiers finally collapsed like a landslide. With a howl, they all retreated together!

The soldiers and civilians on Chidu’s city wall could hardly believe their eyes as they watched the Xia army retreat in disarray. The people of Chidu and the officers and soldiers of the Southwest Garrison embraced each other, weeping with joy.

“The Xia soldiers are retreating! The Xia soldiers are retreating!”

The great wave of news swept down from the city wall. Chu Qiao sat in the central command post, drafting attack orders when she suddenly heard the news from the front. The young woman, who hadn’t closed her eyes for three days and nights, was stunned. She sat there with her back straight as the sunset outside blazed like fire across the land. The blood-red light fell on her face, making her appear ethereal and unreal.

“My Lady! My Lady! The Xia soldiers have retreated! We’ve won!”

Ping’an, wearing a messenger’s uniform and wielding a battle sword half his height, rushed in excitedly but froze at the doorway. He saw the young woman sitting quietly at her desk, her expression calm, but a crystalline tear track rolled down her cheek.

“My Lady! My Lady!”

The Southwest Garrison officers and soldiers rushed in afterward. Chu Qiao quickly wiped away her tears and stood up, once again becoming the sharp and resolute military commander. She strode out the door, and a thunderous cheer immediately followed. Whether civilians or soldiers, all gathered around her, excitedly reporting the battle situation.

She didn’t blame them for being so excited, for such an achievement was indeed enough to make anyone proud: with ten thousand mixed troops, they had resisted an enemy force of two hundred thousand elite soldiers. Apart from the thirty-five hundred sent out earlier, less than two hundred had been killed or wounded in the army, while they had eliminated more than fifty thousand enemies and repelled seventeen attacks.

From this point on, the Southwest Garrison would be listed among the continent’s elite armies. The Battle of Chidu would be recorded in history as a great turning point in the First Northern Expedition War!

That night, the two armies temporarily ceased fighting. Chu Qiao was not as excited as the mid-level officers. She knew that Zhao Yang had lost to her today only because he was unfamiliar with her battle tactics and advanced attack techniques—he had been caught off guard. For tomorrow’s battle, he would certainly adjust his strategy. It would be impossible to win so easily again.

Moreover, Director Wang had reported to her that in today’s battle, three hundred sky-reaching crossbows had been damaged—a full three-quarters of their stock. Most of their arrows had been used up. Although the stone throwers could be repaired, the city was now a wasteland of rubble and scorched earth. The supply of boulders and logs was exhausted. Apart from the firebombs, few offensive materials remained.

Chu Qiao rubbed her temples, frowning as she studied the military map, repeatedly examining several defense plans. Ping’an quietly entered, replacing the teapot. Seeing that the charcoal fire in the room had gone out, he busied himself trying to replace it.

“Ping’an, what time is it now?”

The child looked up and answered, “It’s the second watch already, My Lady. You should rest. You haven’t slept for days.”

Chu Qiao’s eyes were bloodshot, and she felt she could barely keep them open. She lay down on her desk and said, “Wake me at the third watch.”

“I will.”

It seemed she had just fallen asleep when soldiers outside announced urgent documents. Ping’an impatiently whispered, “My Lady has just gone to sleep. What could be so important? Can’t it wait until dawn?”

“Ping’an, let them in.”

“Lady Chu!” Four young soldiers entered the room, led by Ping’an. The one in front stepped forward and said, “We are Lady Yu’s subordinates. Lady Yu received your letter and has a verbal message for us to deliver.”

“Lady Yu received my letter?” Chu Qiao was overjoyed. She stood up at once, her face full of pleasant surprise as she asked, “What did she say? When can she come to our aid? Are there detailed strategic deployments?”

“My Lady, the lady didn’t specify. She only said that you should go to Blue City immediately, as she has urgent matters to discuss with you.”

Chu Qiao frowned upon hearing this and slowly said, “What did you say?”

“My Lady, the lady said you should go to Blue City immediately, as she has urgent matters to discuss with you.” The soldier carefully repeated.

Chu Qiao nodded and asked, “Did she say anything else?”

The soldier replied, “No, My Lady.”

“Very well, then. Wait a moment while I gather some belongings.” Chu Qiao nodded and said to Ping’an, “Ping’an, come here. Bring me the fur coat from inside.”

Ping’an frowned slightly. The child was remarkably quick-witted and, without saying anything, turned and walked toward the inner room.

At that moment, one of the soldiers who had been kneeling on the ground suddenly grabbed the child’s hand and looked up, saying, “My Lady, no need to trouble yourself. We have everything prepared. Let’s go now.”

The cold light flashed. Moving with lightning speed, Chu Qiao flicked her wrist, and an inkstone flew through the air, striking the soldier’s wrist with a bang. With a crisp crack, the soldier’s wrist bone broke instantly. Remarkably, the soldier was a tough man who didn’t make a sound despite the injury. Ping’an was quick-witted, rolling on the ground to evade their attack and jumping out through the window!

“Catch her!”

Seeing that their cover was blown, the leader no longer concealed his intentions. Several men lunged at Chu Qiao, all skilled martial artists.

Chu Qiao moved quickly. A cold glint flashed from her hand as she shook her arm, and a dagger tied to her forearm slid down. A flash of cold light appeared in the lamplight, and a man let out a muffled groan. Thanks to his skillful movements, only his shoulder was cut. Chu Qiao braced her hands on the desk, sweeping her leg horizontally and kicking an assassin in the abdomen. The man flew backward, crashing into a bookshelf. Two vases shattered on the ground with a crackling sound.

At that moment, the door suddenly opened, and more than thirty guards rushed in, quickly subduing the intruders.

These men were personal guards left for Chu Qiao by Yan Xun, always responsible for her close protection. Song Qifeng, the guard captain, stepped forward and anxiously asked in a low voice, “My Lady, are you alright? Are you injured?”

“I’m fine,” Chu Qiao shook her head and said solemnly, “They weren’t trying to kill me.”

Chu Qiao stepped forward and looked at the assassin leader, asking, “Who sent you?”

The man smiled bitterly, “I knew My Lady was skilled, but seeing it today, you truly are extraordinary.”

“Tell me honestly, and I’ll spare your life.”

“My Lady, everything I said was true. If you don’t believe me, there’s nothing I can do.”

Chu Qiao frowned slightly as chaotic thoughts flashed through her mind, too quickly for her to grasp. She turned to Song Qifeng and asked, “Who let them into the city?”

Song Qifeng’s expression was strange as he said softly, “I don’t know, My Lady.”

Chu Qiao looked around and suddenly asked, “Where is Ping’an?”

“Ping’an,” Song Qifeng answered, “I didn’t see him.”

“You didn’t see him?” Chu Qiao’s gaze was piercing as she stared at Song Qifeng. Suddenly, she smiled gently and said, “Oh, he probably went to get help. He should have gone to the Southwest Garrison and missed you. Let’s go outside and look.”

With a swish, more than ten gleaming blades were suddenly at Chu Qiao’s throat. Song Qifeng smiled bitterly and said, “Since My Lady has already guessed, I need not pretend anymore.”

Chu Qiao’s face was like ice as she watched Song Qifeng release the ropes binding the four men. Her gaze was like a cold arrow.

“My Lady, I’m sorry. Qifeng is following orders. Please forgive any offense.”

Chu Qiao’s expression remained calm as she coldly asked, “Whom do you serve? The Great Unity Guild? Or Great Xia?”

Song Qifeng bowed respectfully and said, “When we arrive at our destination, My Lady will know.”

The man stepped forward, “I know My Lady is highly skilled. We had no choice. Please cooperate.”

With that, he bound Chu Qiao tightly, covering her eyes and mouth.

“Go!”

Song Qifeng gave the order, and everyone left the room. Soon, a carriage arrived. Chu Qiao was loaded onto it, and the carriage quickly drove north.

“Halt! Who goes there?”

Song Qifeng sat on horseback and said, “I am My Lady’s personal guard captain. This is a messenger from Lady Yu of Blue City. We must leave for Blue City immediately. Here is My Lady’s command arrow.”

Seeing it was Song Qifeng, the soldier immediately said politely, “So it’s Lord Song. Wait here, I’ll open the city gate right away.”

The north gate was not a battlefield, and the gatekeepers were the original guards of Chidu City. Song Qifeng asked, “Aren’t you going to check the command arrow?”

“Lord Song, your presence is command enough. Why bother with that?”

“Ha ha, thank you, brother.”

Chu Qiao’s last glimmer of hope was extinguished. The horses galloped away. The wind beyond the Great Wall was icy cold. Chu Qiao felt a deep desolation in her heart, like a knife stabbing into her, causing intense pain. Without her, what would become of Chidu City? Would the officers and men of the Southwest Garrison think they had been abandoned once again? And what of the civilians throughout the city who trusted her—where would they go?

The sky gradually lightened. The long night was ending. At dawn, Chu Qiao was helped out of the carriage and led into a sheltered tent. After her bonds were removed, she tore off the blindfold from her eyes and was startled to see Lady Yu standing gently before her, offering a warm towel and saying softly, “Wipe your face. You’ve had a difficult journey through the night.”

“Lady Yu?”

Lady Yu wore a white cotton robe. Her face was thin, her eye sockets deep, with faint crow’s feet at the corners of her eyes. “Yes, it’s me.”

Chu Qiao’s expression changed from shock to disbelief. She frowned and asked gravely, “Why?”

“This is not a safe place. North Shuo’s time is running out. Without you there, Chidu may not even last the day. Come with me first, and I’ll explain everything properly on the way.”

“Tell me first, why?”

Chu Qiao’s gaze was icy as she coldly looked at this ace figure of Yan Bei’s armed forces and said word by word, “You knew about the situation in North Shuo all along? You knew what kind of chaos was happening in there?”

Lady Yu nodded and said calmly, “Yes, I knew.”

“Then you knew that Great Xia divided their forces into two routes, one to attack Helan Mountain and one to attack Chidu City?”

“I knew,” Lady Yu said calmly.

“In North Shuo, Cao Mengtong was extensively conscripting troops, using civilians as cannon fodder, greatly harming the people of Yan Bei.”

“I knew.”

“The people of Chidu left their homes for Blue City’s fortress, and countless froze or starved to death on the way.”

“I knew.”

“Once Great Xia breaks through Chidu, they can attack North Shuo from two directions. The million soldiers and civilians in North Shuo will have nowhere to be buried! The entire eastern territory of Yan Bei will fall into Great Xia’s hands. Great Xia’s forces will directly threaten Yan Bei’s interior, and all civilians east of Sunset Mountain will be slaughtered by the Xia army!”

“I knew.”

From beginning to end, Lady Yu’s expression remained calm. She listened quietly as if they were discussing mere trifles of daily weather, her expression unwavering, without a hint of surprise or fluctuation.

Chu Qiao’s chest heaved as she clenched her fists and frowned, asking in a deep voice, “Why? Since you knew everything, why didn’t you stop it? Why did you watch with open eyes as the good situation deteriorated into war?”

Lady Yu quietly looked at Chu Qiao, her gaze gentle and wise, her tone calm as a stream as she slowly said, “A-Chu, don’t you understand yet?”

Chu Qiao was stunned as a terrible thought slowly rose from the depths of her heart, cutting like a butcher’s knife into her fragile nerves.

Lady Yu smiled faintly, “Blue City currently has not a single soldier. All forces from the Sunset Mountain range have been withdrawn and relocated. Not just Blue City—there are currently no soldiers in the entire interior of Yan Bei. The interior is now an open field. If any Xia soldiers break in, they win. I have no power to stop General Cao, nor am I authorized to do so. My only task here is to bring you away. Beyond that, I have received no orders for any action.”

As if suddenly thrown into an icy wasteland, Chu Qiao stumbled, nearly falling. Her heart contracted painfully as if encased in solid ice, each beat bringing bloody agony. She breathed deeply but felt her chest was blocked. She opened her mouth and frowned as all the clues gradually connected, forming a terrifying picture.

“Yan Xun…”

“His Highness is not at Meilin Pass either.”

Those brief words instantly shattered all of Chu Qiao’s beliefs. All her thoughts turned into barbed arrows, piercing into her flesh, causing pain so intense she could neither open her mouth nor make a sound. She swayed and grabbed the tent pole for support, her chest heaving as she gasped for breath, wanting to speak but unable to utter a word.

Lady Yu quietly said, “Before leaving, His Highness instructed me to bring you away. I waited for you at Blue City for a long time but didn’t see you. Later, I learned there was trouble on the road, and the North Shuo army was causing havoc. I had no choice but to use this method to bring you here. Please don’t blame me.”

“You’ve all gone mad!” The low voice slowly came forth, accompanied by beast-like heavy gasps. Chu Qiao bent over and raised her head, her eyes bloodshot, coldly staring at Lady Yu, shaking her head repeatedly, saying, “This is too insane!”

“Although insane, it’s effective. His Highness’s army has now broken through Changting Province. More than thirty provinces and prefectures in the northwest have submitted. The old Batu family has become history. Now, Great Xia’s main forces are all gathered within Yan Bei’s borders, while several border defense armies are concentrated at the borders of Biantang and Huaisong. Their internal forces are frighteningly sparse. Huaisong is currently cooperating with us, conducting several large-scale military exercises at the Great Xia border to attract the attention of the Xia soldiers. At this moment, if we can lure Great Xia’s forces into Yan Bei territory and cut off their information channels with scouts amid the heavy snow, speed is of the essence. Within half a month, we can break into Zhenhuan City! Even if the Northern Expedition Army realizes what’s happening afterward, most of Great Xia will already be in our hands. By then, if they want to counterattack, they will be stopped outside the Yan Bei Pass!”

Lady Yu stepped forward and gently brushed the stray hair from Chu Qiao’s forehead, quietly saying, “A-Chu, His Highness knew you wouldn’t agree with this proposal, so he kept it from you, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t trust you. Great Xia attacked with the force of their entire country. We can resist once, but not a second time. Yan Bei’s territory is bitterly cold, greatly limiting our development. No matter how hard we try, we cannot compete with Great Xia’s interior, especially with our inherent weakness—the constant border raids by the Quanrong people. Therefore, only by launching an unexpected counterattack and reversing positions can we establish an invincible position and completely turn the situation around! You are his closest person—you should understand him.”

“Just for this complete strategic shift, you would use hundreds of thousands of Yan Bei soldiers and civilians as your bait and cannon fodder?”

Chu Qiao’s voice was cold and weary as she slowly raised her head, her bloodshot eyes reflecting how her days of hard work and hope had instantly crumbled into rubble.

She had suspected it before—suspected that Yan Xun’s attack on Meilin Pass was meant to wear down the Second Army’s main force and consolidate his position in Yan Bei. But she never imagined that Yan Xun’s ambitions weren’t in Yan Bei at all. He had used a million Yan Bei soldiers and civilians as bait, setting up a giant trap in North Shuo to attract all of Great Xia’s forces. Then, in a move that defied all convention, he took the First Army and the elite troops from Blue City and Sunset Mountain, striking into Great Xia’s heartland with lightning speed, cutting off communications with snow and swift scouts, forcefully penetrating Great Xia’s interior and occupying its lands.

Heh, what an outlandish and insane plan—equivalent to Iraq abandoning its homeland to occupy America while America was attacking Iraq so that when the American expeditionary force declared victory and turned back, they would find their homeland completely fallen. Such an opportunity was truly once in a thousand years.

No wonder he had insisted on dividing forces to attack Meilin Pass before the great battle. No wonder he hadn’t kept her by his side. No wonder he had arranged for a fool like Cao Mengtong to guard North Shuo and supported Cao’s suicidal hoarding of troops and conscription—all because he needed to create the appearance that Yan Bei was mounting a full counteroffensive to attract Great Xia’s attention. No wonder, no wonder her pleas for help had sunk like stones, no wonder all her guards were Yan Xun’s confidants, and no wonder Blue City had voiced no opposition to North Shuo’s chaos!

Such deep scheming, such unfathomable calculation, such a terrifying yet meticulous plan—he had arranged everything without a single omission. Such a detailed battle plan, such imaginative thinking, such tight organization, each step connected and fortified, with ruthless execution. Even she, a senior commander with a modern military education, couldn’t have imagined it. Yan Xun was truly formidable.

“Lady Yu, do you remember what you said to me when we first met?”

Lady Yu’s expression froze. Her face paled, but she still said slowly, “I said I hoped that one day, Yan Bei would have no more orphans like you.”

“Yes,” Chu Qiao smiled bitterly. “You’ve done well. Once this battle is won, Yan Bei will indeed have no more orphans like me—because all the people of Yan Bei will be dead.”

The woman in white’s eyes darkened. She pondered for a long time before finally saying softly, “For a nation to achieve freedom, sacrifices must be made.”

Chu Qiao looked at her with disgust and said coldly, “Very well. All the people of Yan Bei will die, and you’ll gain wealth and power, ascending to supreme authority. This is the price the people of Yan Bei must pay for the freedom you desire!”

“A-Chu!” Lady Yu grabbed Chu Qiao’s arm, saying urgently, “Don’t be so extreme! Strategically, there’s nothing wrong with this plan. It’s a heroic feat—can’t you see? Great Xia’s gates will be opened, and the Sacred Golden Palace will tremble before Yan Bei’s iron cavalry!”

“Don’t touch me!” Chu Qiao snapped coldly, her gaze sharp as a freezing blade. “Strategically, there may be nothing wrong, but you’ve abandoned the people who supported you! Abandoned the civilians who steadfastly protected and supported you in your most difficult times! You’ve betrayed the people’s expectations, deceived the trust of millions, and pushed them into a fire pit! For your wealth and glory, for your selfish interests, you would let millions die!”

“Lady Yu!” Chu Qiao’s eyes burned red, tears streaming down her face. She bit her lower lip and said slowly, “Why? What’s happened to all of you? Have you forgotten everything you once said? These days, no matter how difficult the circumstances, no matter how hard the situation, I always believed you would come to save me. Even rebel forces like the Southwest Garrison knew to return and protect the people at such a time—why would you abandon them? Do you know? In every household in Chidu City, they enshrine tablets for you and Mr. Wu. They burn three incense sticks morning and evening, praying for your long life. They say you are the guardian deities of Yan Bei, that as long as you’re here, Yan Bei still has hope. They fled their homes for Blue City, unable to bring even food, yet they still remembered to carry their tablets. Look at how many candles have been lit for you along this road—can you face them with a clear conscience?”

Lady Yu took a deep breath, her delicate eyebrows tightly knit together as she said with difficulty, “I do this for the Great Unity of all under heaven.”

“Heh,” Chu Qiao laughed coldly, turning away, her figure weary and thin. “You can’t even protect one region of people, yet you speak of Great Unity for all under heaven? How laughable.”

Chu Qiao lifted the tent flap and turned to leave. Lady Yu frowned, hurriedly following her out, saying gravely, “Chu Qiao, you’re leaving?”

“Yan Bei is not my homeland, but it has always been my life’s belief. If you don’t want it, I do. If you abandon it, I will protect it. Tell Yan Xun that if Chu Qiao dies, he needn’t avenge her. She didn’t die by another’s hand—she died by his.”

“Stop!” Lady Yu commanded sternly. “I won’t let you leave!”

Chu Qiao turned back, smiling coldly. “You can kill me. Except for my corpse, Chu Qiao will never step one foot outside Yan Bei.”

She pulled a dagger from her boot and held it across her neck, smiling bleakly as she walked toward a horse and mounted it.

“The great mistake is not yet made. There’s still time to turn back. Pulling back from the precipice is not too late. Tell him I’ll be waiting for him on the walls of North Shuo! Hyah!”

The young woman’s fur coat billowed as her horse’s hooves trampled the snow, disappearing in an instant.

Song Qifeng approached, anxiously saying, “My Lady, how could you let Lady Chu leave? His Highness specifically instructed not to tell her about this…”

Lady Yu smiled quietly, a detached smile. She slowly raised her head. The morning sunlight shone on her face, which was as pale as paper, almost transparent.

My beloved Yan Bei, Zhong Yu is powerless. This is all I can do.

“Send a message to His Highness: North Shuo is in danger. Lady Chu is holding Chidu, supporting North Shuo. If aid doesn’t arrive within five days, Yan Bei will surely fall, and no one will escape disaster.”

—*—*—*—*—*—

At this moment, Chidu City was deathly silent. People had searched the entire city but couldn’t find Lady Chu. Finally, they learned from the guards at the North Gate that last night, a carriage escorted by the lady’s guards had left the city.

A desperate thought flashed through everyone’s mind. A soldier in tattered clothes stood in the heavy snow, shivering as he said, “Has the lady abandoned us?”

Before he could finish, he was kicked down by officers and soldiers of the Southwest Garrison! He Qi, Xiao’s brother, said coldly, “The lady would never abandon us! Back in Zhenhuan City, she didn’t give up on us even in those circumstances. She won’t now either!”

“Then where did she go?” A supply guard from Chidu City cried with a choked voice, “All officials are the same!”

The Chidu militia also began to riot, with some echoing, “It must be so! She saw we were going to lose and secretly ran away!”

“I always said you can’t trust officials, especially a woman!”

“Heaven! Has the lady abandoned us? What should we do?”

The crowd grew increasingly tumultuous. Some began to weep in despair. The horizon rolled with dark clouds, and the wind blew the accumulated snow on the ground, like funeral paper money before a grave.

“What are you all standing here for? The enemy is about to break in!”

Commander He Xiao suddenly strode forward, his face grim as he shouted sternly.

“Commander He!” Someone ran up and said, “The lady has abandoned us and fled!”

“Impossible!” He Xiao coldly interrupted, saying gravely, “I don’t believe it. None of the Southwest Garrison soldiers would believe it. The lady is not that kind of person.”

“But…”

“I only want to hear this once. If I hear anyone else slandering the lady and damaging her reputation, they will be enemies of the Southwest Garrison!”

The man drew his sword, the gleaming blade shining in the air.

“What are you standing around for? To the city walls!”

After a night’s rest, Great Xia’s army was no longer as reckless as the day before. The Southwest Garrison had also lost yesterday’s sharp offensive capability. Arrows and rolling stones were exhausted, and the firebombs were depleted by afternoon. At noon, Xia soldiers successively broke through the city wall. Great Xia’s army built human ladders, climbing up fearlessly. Archers shot densely to cover their troops. Arrows filled the sky like a downpour. The city wall was in disarray, with warriors occasionally falling from arrow wounds.

A young soldier was struck by more than ten arrows, all in vital spots. When his comrades tried to take him away, he leaned against the city wall and smiled innocently, his teeth white, his eyes bright. He waved to his comrades, smiling as he said, “When the lady returns, tell her for me that all the soldiers in our battalion secretly admire her.” With that, he leaped from the wall, using his body as a boulder to smash into the Xia army’s human ladder. A chorus of cries rose like a desperate battle song.

Close combat finally began. Large numbers of enemies climbed the towers. The first line of defense on the wall completely collapsed. Arrows flew chaotically in all directions. Everywhere was killing and shouting. The city wall was in crisis everywhere, corpses strewn about, a complete mess.

More and more Xia soldiers arrived. Blood dyed the entire city wall, staining every brick. By now, even the militia had rushed to the top of the wall. They no longer cowered and trembled. Death was before their eyes—put down the knife, die; pick up the knife, also die. But at least they could win a moment for their wives and children to escape. They hacked with knives, stabbed with swords, smashed with bricks, but with teeth—using every possible means. The brutality of war was fully displayed at this moment. Situ Jing stood at the foot of the city, watching from afar, then said to his subordinate with shocked eyes: Are you sure those up there are just militia?

That day, Chidu’s river thawed despite the deep winter. Layers of hot blood covered the ice, melting the surface water, though it soon froze again.

The world was blood-red, corpses scattered everywhere. A soldier’s legs were cut off, yet he didn’t even frown as he picked up his severed legs and threw them down at the approaching enemies. A Xia soldier about to climb the wall was frightened speechless, falling straight down onto the cold snowfield.

The entire Seventh Squad of the Southwest Garrison had perished, with only a messenger remaining. He stood on the wall using his brothers’ corpses as weapons, smashing them down on the Xia soldiers trying to climb up. When the bodies were gone, the young warrior, stabbed multiple times, shouted, “Long live the lady!” then embraced a Xia soldier and jumped down from the wall.

The wall was taken by the enemy several times and recaptured several times. He Xiao, wounded by multiple cuts, still fought tenaciously. Standing on the wall, he shouted, “Brothers! Don’t disgrace the lady! Even if we die here today, the lady will surely avenge us! Kill!”

The warriors’ fighting spirit was ignited. They suddenly stood up, their faltering bodies abruptly filled with strength again, wielding battle swords and engaging the enemy.

The world was a blur of darkness. The great wind carried swirling snow downward. The scent of blood filled the battlefield. Great Xia’s army continued to increase endlessly. The battle raged from dawn to noon, from noon to dusk. Zhao Yang stood on a high slope, gazing out, and couldn’t help but sigh, “The Southwest Garrison is truly a force of tigers and wolves!”

After the city wall fell once more, a sense of despair finally spread across Chidu. A young soldier swung his sword toward the enemy. He was already completely exhausted—this was purely a suicidal final strike. But at that moment, a flash of sword light suddenly appeared before his eyes. A sharp figure abruptly rushed forward, cutting off a Xia soldier’s head with one sword stroke. Blood splashed like a fountain.

The soldier seemed to be seeing things until the person in front turned and shouted angrily, “What are you standing there for? Charge with me!”

“My Lady?” The soldier’s throat produced an incredulous cry. “My Lady! The lady has returned!”

All the exhausted and dying Southwest Garrison officers and soldiers turned. Amid the chaotic crowd, they saw a young woman holding a sharp sword, her figure upright, her movements fierce—who else but Chu Qiao?

“The lady hasn’t abandoned us!”

No one knows who shouted first, but immediately the entire Chidu city wall erupted in jubilation. Warriors who had been at the end of their strength suddenly stood up invigorated, as if they had gained countless new energy.

The lady is still here. We will not lose!

This thought swept in like a tide. The Xia army was horrified to see these people transform in an instant, wielding battle swords and howling as they came, like wolves and tigers, with no trace of their former weariness.

“Brothers! Kill with me!” He Xiao roared, cutting off a Xia soldier’s head with one slash. “Long live the lady!”

“Long live the lady!”

“Long live the lady!!!”

Deafening cheers rose, filling the sky and earth. Watching the defeated soldiers retreat like water, Zhao Yang slowly raised his head, finally forced to acknowledge this terrible fact.

“Your Highness,” Situ Jing frowned and said, “If we can’t take this place, we’ll have a hard time explaining to the Third Prince.”

“Do you think I don’t want to take it?”

Zhao Yang sighed slowly. He looked at the low city of Chidu and suddenly felt that the city was so insurmountable.

“Chu Qiao…”

Night finally came. Great Xia’s forces gradually withdrew. Chu Qiao found Ping’an tied up in the grain storehouse. The little fellow had fallen asleep and woke up to shout with joy at seeing Chu Qiao.

Today’s battle had inflicted heavy losses on Chidu City. Over two thousand main force soldiers of the Southwest Garrison had died in battle. Adding the previous fifteen hundred, the Southwest Garrison now numbered less than three thousand, with fewer than two thousand still combat-effective. The militia suffered the greatest casualties, with over twenty thousand dead. The city wall was severely damaged—if the enemy had catapults or other large siege weapons, they could probably smash the entire wall in less than a day.

Blood and corpses were everywhere. The city’s medical supplies were exhausted. Wounded warriors could only get clean water and rough clothes. At night, terrible screams and cries of pain filled the air. On a side street slightly farther away, people lay motionless and silent—corpses arranged in neat rows, yellow burlap sacks covering the faces of the young warriors.

As she walked, Chu Qiao’s steps grew heavier. Above her was the pitch-black sky. Crows cried mournfully in the north wind, their voices chilling to the bone.

Never before in her life had she felt so isolated and helpless, so without support. All her hopes and dreams had shattered, yet she still had to stand tall for the warriors who depended on her, to tell them that their lady was still confident, still standing strong, and that she would lead them to find a way to survive.

The cold wind blew against her thin body. From afar came the soldiers’ low voices, like wind through pipes, carrying a taste of sorrow. Chu Qiao followed the singing and at the corner saw a young soldier with a severed leg. He was a very handsome young man without a beard yet, his delicate face looked like that of a scholar. One of his legs was gone, empty below the knee. He sat there without crying out in pain, instead smiling slightly, his eyes pure and bright, as if recalling some happy days. Smiling, he sang softly:

“Farewell, my dear girl, I will shoulder my gun to protect our homeland. The enemy’s blade hangs over our heads; I must protect you and our paradise. Perhaps I’ll never see your beautiful eyes again, perhaps I’ll never hear you sing in my ear, but please believe that I will always remember that place back home, where you stood amid the mountainous azaleas, smiling and waving to me, softly saying, ‘Come home soon…'”

Chu Qiao stood silently for a long time until the soldier’s voice gradually became softer and finally disappeared. Snowflakes fell slowly, landing on his face, not melting but accumulating bit by bit.

The wind blew her clothes, like swaying old dreams. The sky was desolate and vast. The world was so large, yet they seemed to have been abandoned by the entire world. Chu Qiao recalled many things—her youthful aspirations, her perseverance, her fervent expectations and hopes. She also recalled many years ago, in that cold, dark prison cell, when the boy had placed her hand in his warm embrace. Yan Xun’s eyes had been bright as he told her many things about Yan Bei: the snow here, the grass here, the herds of horses, the Fire Thunder Plains, the Huihui Mountains, the hardworking people, the kind residents—a place without warfare, peaceful and tranquil, like a paradise beyond this world.

Yan Bei, Yan Bei…

Chu Qiao slowly raised her head, a clear tear flowing from the corner of her eye. Her back was so straight, like a javelin. The snow fell, landing on her shoulders.

No one is left to protect you now. So let me protect you instead. We’ll wait together, wait for them to return.

—*—*—*—*—*—*—*—

No one expected that North Shuo City’s defeat would be so swift and unbearably tragic. In less than five days, North Shuo had been utterly defeated under Zhao Qi’s fierce offensive. Without the defensive tools Chu Qiao had left behind earlier, Great Xia’s golden dragon flag would surely have been planted on Yan Bei’s city walls by now.

At this moment, Cao Mengtong stood on the city wall, watching the Xia army swarming forward like locusts, feeling as though heaven and earth were trembling. He couldn’t understand where his million-strong army had gone. With such a strong fortress, how could they have been so thoroughly defeated? But at this moment, there was no time to consider these questions. Lu Zhi rushed up, shouting, “General, run quickly! If you don’t run now, the Xia army will be upon us!”

“Run?” Cao Mengtong turned around, asking somewhat vacantly, “Run?”

“Yes!” Lu Zhi shouted, “Xia An has already fled with the North Shuo army. I heard that Chidu City hasn’t fallen—that girl called Chu Qiao is still defending it with her troops. We can escape to Blue City through there. Sir, hurry, if we don’t leave now, it will be too late!”

“Run?” Cao Mengtong’s reaction was slow. In just a few days, his hair had turned completely white. He murmured, “No, I can’t run.”

“General! Even that old dog Xia An has run—he’s the city defense general of North Shuo! If even he has fled, what are we still doing here?”

Cao Mengtong sighed mournfully, his aged eyes looking at Lu Zhi as he said, “He can run, but I cannot. Lu Zhi, I am the commander-in-chief of Great Xia’s Northern Expedition Army. If I flee, North Shuo will be finished.”

“North Shuo will be finished even if you don’t leave. General, don’t be stubborn!”

Cao Mengtong shook his head. “No, Lu Zhi. If you want to leave, go ahead.”

Lu Zhi was startled, then cried, “Sir, you really won’t leave?”

Cao Mengtong said firmly, “I won’t.”

“Then I won’t leave either!” The rough man shouted. “It’s just death, isn’t it? Sir, you promoted me, and took care of me, like my own father. If we die, I’ll die in battle with you!”

Cao Mengtong was moved to tears. Patting Lu Zhi’s shoulder, he said, “True friendship is known in times of trouble. Lu Zhi, I have not misjudged you.”

“Sir, please give me twenty thousand troops. I want to break out of the city and fight the enemy to the death!”

“Good!” Cao Mengtong said heroically. “I give you my last personal guard. They are Yan Bei’s most loyal and the Second Army’s most elite troops. Lu Zhi, don’t disappoint me!”

“I will not fail the general’s trust!”

Half an hour later, the north gate opened wide. Lu Zhi, leading Cao Mengtong’s last personal guard, took the city’s gold, silver, and jewels and fled in panic. Cao Mengtong stood on the city tower watching his beloved general leave him. He spat out a mouthful of blood and collapsed on the tower.

The Xia army’s next wave of attacks came again. The entire city was in an uproar. Everyone was running around in panic. The north gate was sealed by military law officials sent by Cao Mengtong, allowing no one else to escape.

Tumbling, roaring, shouting for kills—blood filled the entire city. The Great Xia army had reached within two hundred paces of the city. They had set up ladders and begun to climb. The sun gradually set, casting a blood-red glow across the land. This was the last assault of the day. The enemy sounded the charge, mobilizing soldiers to take North Shuo today!

“Surrender! Those who surrender will live!”

Great Xia sent more than three hundred loud-voiced soldiers to call out beneath the walls again and again. Occasionally, citizens of North Shuo tried to open the gates to surrender but were killed by military law officers. The screams and fighting grew closer and closer, so close that one could almost smell the bloody scent of the Xia soldiers.

“General! General! The Third Division needs reinforcements!”

A blood-covered officer scrambled up, rolling and crawling. Cao Mengtong looked at him and slowly shook his head. The aging general drew his sword, stepping forward with murderous intent. How many years had it been since he had gone into battle to kill enemies? For so many years, he had been ridiculed and called the “fleeing general.” But the one time in his life he tried to be brave, he made a catastrophic mistake. If only he had listened to that girl called Chu Qiao from the beginning—the thought arose involuntarily, but then he shook his head ridiculously. What use was thinking about this now? He smiled bitterly and slowly said, “I am the last reinforcement.”

“General!”

The officer was startled, suddenly bursting into tears. “To make a sixty-year-old general personally go into battle—it’s my incompetence!”

The old general shook his arm and slowly said, “Let’s die in battle together!”

“Yes!”

Just then, a sharp sound suddenly arose outside the city. Urgent drumbeats rang out in the Xia army camp. The Xia soldiers at the foot of the city heard the sound and all turned back at once, their faces filled with panic.

Cao Mengtong and the Third Division officer were also stunned. They raised their heads and saw a black shadow suddenly appearing on the distant horizon. Soon, that black shadow became a stream, expanding from a point to a plane, gradually growing larger. Suddenly, the Black Armor Army leaped over the horizon, thundering forward at lightning speed. A white flag with red clouds waved above their heads, like a raging fire!

“The reinforcements have arrived!”

North Shuo’s city wall suddenly erupted in deafening cheers. Warriors wept with joy, shouting.

“It’s our troops! Our reinforcements have arrived!”

“The Southwest Garrison! It’s Counselor Chu!”

“Lady Chu has arrived! We’re saved!”

In an instant, the Black Armor Cavalry let out an earth-shaking roar: “Fight for freedom!”

With neat formations and rapid assault speed, accompanied by a distant rumbling like thunder on the horizon, the ranks grew larger and more numerous—as many as twenty to thirty thousand, all fast cavalry. They held their battle swords at an angle, controlling their horses with just their legs. In the twilight glow, thousands upon thousands of warriors galloped forth in dense formation, sweeping in like a storm!

“The Southwest Garrison! It’s the rebel army of the Southwest Garrison!”

In contrast to the cheers on North Shuo’s city wall, a wave of wailing rose in the Xia army. Their formation was massive, and suddenly facing enemies at the rear, they had no time to turn their formation around. Moreover, the Southwest Army led by Zhao Qi’s fighting capacity was far inferior to the Northwest Army led by Zhao Yang. The Southwest Garrison’s reputation was formidable. In an instant, the rear collapsed like water, falling into chaos.

“Long live Lady Chu!”

The soldiers on North Shuo’s city wall cheered loudly. Many embraced, tears falling on the wall.

“My Lady!” He Xiao rushed forward, shouting, “The enemy forces far outnumber ours. We shouldn’t engage directly!”

Chu Qiao coldly shook her head and said gravely, “Our army is fresh, we must win by surprise, our momentum is overwhelming. The Xia army doesn’t know our true strength—this is a heaven-sent opportunity. If we don’t win this battle, we’ll never have another chance for victory!”

The army surged forward like an avalanche, powerful and fierce. The central camp’s orders hadn’t even reached the rear when nearly a hundred thousand troops at the rear were knocked over in disarray by the first assault. Chu Qiao ordered her forces to ignore the scattered soldiers and focus on the central camp, charging to destroy it!

The Xia army’s nightmare began. Though only a force of several ten thousand, they had clear banners, high morale, and came with incredible speed—fast as lightning, swords flashing, movements unbelievably agile and swift. Everywhere they passed was filled with panicked chaos.

“All troops maintain formation! Charge with me!”

He Xiao led from the front, with a flag-bearer holding the white flag with red clouds behind him. Chu Qiao commanded from within the ranks, galloping on horseback. The warriors fought without regard for their lives. The long-suppressed silence and frustration finally erupted. The army howled, like a flying dragon, sweeping across the entire Xia army formation.

“Counterattack! Reorganize the formation!” Zhao Qi shouted from horseback, trying his best to stabilize the army. Ignoring his personal guard’s dissuasion, he came to the edge of the battlefield. However, at that moment, an arrow shot toward him as if it had eyes. A guard selflessly rushed forward to block it, but the arrow pierced through his chest with a spray of blood. Zhao Qi was shocked and fell from his horse, narrowly escaping.

The army moved with extreme speed, charging through in an instant. Chu Qiao recognized Zhao Qi. With a fierce gaze, the young woman leaped from her horse, her sword flashing as she stomped on the man’s back. With a flash of silver light, before Zhao Qi could even cry out, she cut off his head!!!

“Zhao Qi is dead! Surrender immediately!”

“Boom!”

Like a thunderclap exploding on level ground, the protection of four hundred thousand troops scattered after a single assault. Chu Qiao, slender in build, sat high on horseback, holding up Zhao Qi’s head, her gaze sharp, her back straight.

Battle-proven across a hundred miles, silent as a shadow, swift as the wind, fierce as wolves, charging through enemy lines, breaking through directly, taking the enemy’s head amid tens of thousands—her daring was unparalleled, worthy of being called the foremost general of the age!

The Xia army immediately fell into chaos. Seeing this from the city tower, Cao Mengtong decisively shouted, “Open the gates! Open the gates! All troops charge!”

North Shuo’s gates finally opened wide. Soldiers who previously had no will to fight all rushed out at once. The Xia army’s defeat was now a certainty!

On the twenty-seventh day of the tenth month, Chu Qiao abandoned Chidu, burning the city to the ground. The fire blocked Zhao Yang’s advance—he could only watch as Chu Qiao led less than ten thousand troops away. On the road, Chu Qiao encountered General Lu Zhi, who had fled North Shuo and was rushing to Chidu. Upon learning that this general had deserted North Shuo, Cao Mengtong’s guard immediately mutinied, cutting Lu Zhi to pieces. The twenty thousand personal guards joined the Southwest Garrison’s ranks.

Subsequently, under Chu Qiao’s leadership, they circled behind enemy lines and launched a surprise attack on the Fire Thunder Plains before North Shuo’s gates, delivering a heavy blow to the previously invincible Xia army.

In this battle, over seventy thousand enemies were annihilated, most of whom died from being trampled by war horses while fleeing. Thirty thousand were captured. The Southwest Garrison’s commander, Chu Qiao, personally killed the enemy’s commander-in-chief, a powerful contender for the Great Xia throne, Third Prince Zhao Qi. The impact on the Xia army was immeasurable.

By now, it had been exactly eight years since the Battle of Fire Thunder Plains. Before all of Yan Bei, Great Xia paid a devastating price for their actions that day.

That night, the Fourteenth Prince of Great Xia, Zhao Yang, arrived with his troops, reorganizing the remnants of the Southwest Army. He deployed five hundred thousand troops, once again surrounding North Shuo City.

At this time, in Great Xia’s interior province of Menglai, Yan Xun finally received Lady Yu’s message from an eagle. After reading the letter, he gazed deeply at the now not-so-distant ancient capital of Zhenhuan, standing alone for a very long time. Finally, he returned to the central military tent and issued an order that shocked everyone.

“Break camp tonight. Return to aid North Shuo!”

Chapter 136: Holy Light on the Battlefield

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In the afternoon, it began to snow. The north wind whipped snowflakes against their faces, stinging like knives.

Thousands upon thousands of troops emerged from the blizzard, figures densely packed, gleaming blades flashing with sharp brilliance in the night. War horses galloped at astonishing speed. Chu Qiao’s face was frozen numb by the wind, her entire body wrapped in a large fur coat. Nine hours of continuous marching had left everyone’s limbs stiff with cold. The biting wind cut to the bone, reddening their eye sockets. In the howling gale, these seven thousand troops stood on the open plain like a house without a main beam, at risk of being swallowed by any sudden disaster.

A scout raced back urgently. The warrior was very young, with clear eyes, looking no more than eighteen. His horse moved extremely fast, swiftly arriving before Chu Qiao. He pointed toward the Helan Mountains in the east, but his lips trembled from the cold, unable to speak.

“Are the Xia troops closer?”

The scout didn’t speak, just silently nodded. His neck was already stiff, making his nodding gesture appear strange, like a puppet pulled by strings.

“How far? Fifty li?”

When he didn’t nod, Chu Qiao continued asking: “Thirty li?”

Still no response. The young woman’s heart sank, her voice growing deeper and more fatigued as she asked solemnly: “Twenty li?”

The scout nodded silently. Chu Qiao removed her hood and bowed deeply to him from her horse: “Thank you for your hard work.”

With a “thud,” the warrior fell from his horse. Nearby soldiers quickly jumped down to help him, but when they touched him, he was already ice cold, his breathing gone, his life extinguished. The weather was bitterly cold; scouts had to bury themselves in deep snow to gather enemy intelligence, then take shortcuts back. That he had managed to return at all was already the last flicker of a dying lamp.

Twenty li of road, though narrow mountain paths, could be covered in just half a quarter-hour by Xia’s cavalry. Could they reach Chidu City at that time?

Chu Qiao’s gaze was like a sharp knife as she looked deeply toward the front. Not far ahead stood Chidu City, guarding the Chiyuan crossing. She had already sent two groups to negotiate at the city gates, and an incense stick’s time had passed, but there was still no news from the other side.

Cold sweat dampened her palms, her sword-gripping hand completely chilled. Hope was slim. They had neither Yan Xun’s written orders nor commands from headquarters, no warrants issued by the Great Unity Council, and no credentials proving she was from the Military Advisory Department. In other words, they had no way to make the other side believe they were also members of the Yan Bei army, coming to protect Chidu City’s safety.

If the Yan Bei forces in Chidu City didn’t trust their identities and refused to let them enter, once the Great Xia forces arrived, seven thousand light cavalry facing tens of thousands of enemy troops on the open plain would leave them with only one path—death!

Chu Qiao understood this better than anyone!

“My lady,” said Ge Qi, He Xiao’s deputy commander, a young leader in his twenties. Like most officers and soldiers of the Southwestern Garrison, his father had once been a member of the Yan Bei army who surrendered to the empire. He had grown up in this land and now returned with dreams of washing away his ancestors’ shame, possessing unyielding determination and courage.

“My lady, the Xia troops are close.”

Chu Qiao remained silent. The deputy continued: “Chidu City won’t open. We should leave.”

Chu Qiao’s expression remained unchanged, her gaze fixed on Chidu’s gates, not even moving her eyes as she said calmly: “Let’s wait a little longer.”

Time ticked away. The wind howled like a crazed beast, eardrums filled with its sound. The world was so silent yet so clamorous. Eagles circled fiercely overhead, their snow-white wings spread wide enough to cover half the sky.

Ge Qi frowned deeply. He could already hear the hoofbeats of the Great Xia army. He stepped forward once more: “My lady, we can still leave now.”

“Wait a little longer.”

“My lady, Xia’s forces are too strong. Meeting them head-on in the plains, we cannot resist.”

“Wait a little longer.”

Chu Qiao said coolly, the long wind lifting her hood, revealing her beautiful face beneath. Hooves moved uneasily, making crisp sounds. The wait seemed endless. The cutting wind swept across the land, lifting the broken grass beneath the snow. Her heart was hot, her blood pulsing fiercely—once, twice, three times…

“My lady!”

A sudden shout came through. A scout in tawny clothes raced back, running and shouting: “The Xia troops have crossed the Helan Mountains and are speeding toward the Chiyuan crossing! Twenty thousand light cavalry form the vanguard, followed by masses of heavily armored cavalry and infantry battalions—countless men. My lady, they killed dozens of Yan Bei soldiers guarding One Line Gorge at Chidu, discovered our scouts, and have now increased their speed. They’ve already passed One Line Gorge!”

A wave of panic swept through the troops. Could the enemy move so quickly? Twenty thousand light cavalry, countless heavy cavalry, and nearly a hundred thousand infantry—such a terrifying military force. If they collided here, the Southwestern Garrison might not even have time to scream before their throats were cut.

“My lady,” Ge Qi frowned and said: “It’s better to keep the mountain intact…”

“My lady! Look!” a small squad leader suddenly exclaimed, pointing at Chidu’s city tower with a shocked expression. Everyone turned to look and saw a white flag with red clouds fluttering atop the high tower. The heavy, ancient gates of Chidu City were slowly lowering before their astonished eyes.

Chidu City had opened!

“Oh!”

The warriors rejoiced, cheering in unison. Chu Qiao immediately let out a long breath of relief. She swung her whip fiercely, urging her horse forward, and called out loudly: “Enter the city!”

Almost at the moment, the city gates closed, a black line suddenly appeared on the plain. At the distant horizon, across the snow-white Chishui River, came a sound like muffled thunder, gradually reaching their ears.

“Who are you people? Cough cough! I am the governor of Chidu City in Yan Bei, personally, cough cough, personally appointed by His Highness the Crown Prince’s decree as a third-rank official. I am a first-class Guanglu Scholar of 748, honored before the throne. How dare you be so brazen, so disrespectful in broad daylight! Cough cough cough…”

An old man in his sixties or seventies shouted wildly, gesticulating while coughing. His official robes were wrinkled from being twisted by the soldiers, his hat askew, one boot on and the other dragging beneath his foot. Two Southwestern Garrison soldiers held him down, preventing him from moving freely. To Chu Qiao’s disappointment, although dozens of city guard soldiers surrounded him, they hadn’t moved at all since the beginning. They cowered together, seemingly eager to remove their uniforms, clearly without any fighting capacity.

Entrusting a city of such strategic importance to this group of useless officials made Chu Qiao feel a surge of anger. However, she also knew that otherwise, she wouldn’t have been able to enter Chidu City at all.

“My lady, mission accomplished!”

He Xiao stepped forward, kneeling on one knee before Chu Qiao with a resonant tone. The man’s dark blue uniform was stained with blood, showing they hadn’t entered without resistance.

Chu Qiao’s throat felt tight. She reached out to help He Xiao up, slowly saying in a deep voice: “Commander He, if Yan Bei survives this disaster, you will be first in merit.”

“I—I am the forty-eighth seat of the Elder Council of the Great Unity Association, cough cough, I am a pillar of Yan Bei with over thirty years of experience. Many current military leaders were my students, cough cough, treating me this way will surely…”

“Silence!”

A cold female voice suddenly rang out. Chu Qiao stepped forward slowly, looking coldly at this Chidu City governor. Though she was still so young, her gaze was full of authority and ferocity. Under her stare, the elderly governor’s voice gradually diminished. Feeling his lack of courage was embarrassing, he quickly muttered with feigned bravery: “The Great Unity Association will judge you, you traitors!”

Seven thousand fierce soldiers entering the city alarmed the small city. Men, women, old and young came out of their homes, standing in the deep snow, gazing from afar.

Chu Qiao gave a cold laugh, grabbing the old man’s collar and turning toward the city tower.

“Ah! What are you doing?” The elderly governor stumbled, nearly falling to the ground, screaming like a slaughtered pig: “Insolent rebel! How dare you treat me with such disrespect! I am the forty-eighth seat of the Elder Council, with thirty-three years of membership. Military leaders are my students… cough cough… I am a first-class Guanglu Scholar with twelve votes in the Great Unity Tribunal. You command troops for your ends, deceiving colleagues. I will judge you on behalf of the Great Unity Association. I will sentence you to exile, strip you of your military authority, I will confiscate your property, I will…”

The clamorous voice suddenly ceased, like a silenced suona horn that had lost its air.

Atop the high city tower, the young woman’s straight figure and the old man’s slightly hunched back looked utterly incongruous. The strong wind blew, lifting the hems of their identical Yan Bei military uniforms, and the strands of their black, or once-black, hair. Neither spoke, but stood together on the high tower, gazing into the distance.

The Chidu soldiers and civilians found this strange. Some ventured bravely up the tower, but their expressions immediately froze, losing the ability to speak. Gradually, more and more people climbed up—one, two, three, ten, a hundred, a thousand. The tower was packed with people, their expressions blank with shock and horror. An atmosphere of despair passed through the crowd, the scent of death never having been so close as at this moment.

The sunset blazed like fire, casting a blood-red light on everyone’s heads. Those mottled shadows, like fire cloud flowers on Fire Thunder Plain, covered the entire snow-covered field. With a gust of wind, the heavy snow scattered in all directions. Through the confusing white mist, the iron-gray army covered the snowfield like a silent flood, overwhelming in scale. Tall spears, gleaming swords, blackheads everywhere, vigorous horses everywhere, banners flying, stretching beyond sight. It was like suddenly falling into an endless nightmare. Everywhere the eye could see were flashing, blood-thirsty arrowheads, extending ten or more li in all directions. Nimble cavalry troops, majestic heavy armor divisions, forests of archers, sturdy shield bearers, and countless infantry battalions, reserve forces, logistics units, cart teams…

Like a grand military exercise, almost all of Great Xia’s elite troops had gathered here. Chidu’s officers were stunned, the civilians were dumbfounded, and even the Southwestern Garrison, who had mental preparation, was shocked. Only now did they truly realize what a terrifying enemy stood before them. Great Xia had dominated the Red River Continent for three hundred years, intimidated Western Mongolia for three hundred years, and suppressed Biantang, Huaisong, and the Eastern Sea Southern Hills for three hundred years. How could their accumulated power be shaken by a mere Zhenhuang Rebellion?

Now, they had recovered, freed their hands, moved their legs, and finally, they were going to eliminate those who had once questioned their authority!

“After this battle, if you are still alive,” Chu Qiao turned calmly to look at the elderly man, her tone steady and unruffled: “Then I will accept your judgment.”

With a “thud,” the old man collapsed to the ground. Chu Qiao didn’t even glance at him, turning immediately toward the central square, walking with her head held high. All along the way, people instinctively made way for her. The strong wind lifted her long hair and fur coat, like a fierce, spreading hawk. The young woman stood tall, exuding heroic spirit. She walked proudly to the center of the square, her gaze shooting like arrows toward the dense crowd below.

Their eyes were anxious, like nervous rabbits, looking around bewildered, not knowing where to go. This kind of gaze, Chu Qiao had seen too many times before—in the Middle East, in Africa, in the chaotic Golden Triangle, in those war-torn countries. She had seen too many people displaced by war. Now, standing here, she didn’t know how to define herself—a sacred liberator? Or a bringer of disaster? But she had no retreat. The only option now was to fight!

“Soldiers, people of Chidu City, I am Chu Qiao, a subordinate of His Highness Yan Xun, a combat advisor from the Northern Camp Military Advisory Department. Now, it is I who address you!”

The young woman’s voice was loud and her tone firm. She stood tall in the square, facing everyone with a resonant speech. People were startled, raising their heads to look at her. At such times, what people needed most was a firm leader to rely on, and Chu Qiao was currently the most suitable person for this role.

“Warriors, citizens, as you have seen, Xia’s army has circumvented the Helan Mountains and launched an attack on us from Chiyuan crossing. Now, at our gates, there are at least two hundred thousand Xia soldiers. They are strong and well-equipped—Xia’s most elite field troops. They have come thousands of li, obeying Xia’s royal decree with only one purpose: to kill us all!”

“Boom!” Like a bomb thrown into the crowd, chaos erupted immediately. People looked around in panic. Women’s cries rang out clearly. Children didn’t understand what was happening, but their keen senses made them afraid. Everywhere were worried cries, everywhere was an atmosphere of despair. The sky was overcast, even the fiery sunset hidden by clouds. The bone-chilling cold wind howled as if to blow out people’s last hope for survival. Warriors lit torches, but these torches could not dispel the fog of death, and could not light up people’s hearts.

“But! We are not alone!”

The sharp voice suddenly rose high and clear. All the noise ceased for a moment as people looked up blankly at the straight-backed young woman. She wore a black military uniform with a large fur coat, appearing sharp and full of wisdom. She held her head high, saying solemnly: “A hundred li away is our strongest Yan Bei fortress, Northern Camp Pass, where we have nearly a million Yan Bei troops, the most advanced weapons, and warhorses. Behind us is the Blue City Fortress, where Miss Yu leads an army of one hundred thousand, ready to support us at any time. And our king, His Highness Yan Xun, currently leads three hundred thousand troops from Meilin Pass toward us. Difficulties are only temporary. If we persist stubbornly, victory will surely be ours!”

Silence fell over the entire gathering. No one responded, but neither did anyone object. The wind blew across Chu Qiao’s features, snowflakes drifting before her, making her entire being look ethereal and blurred. She firmly raised her fist, shouting: “Eight years ago, Xia’s horses trampled our homeland, burned our houses, violated our wives and daughters, cut off our fathers’ and brothers’ heads. In the Battle of Fire Thunder Plain, Yan Bei’s elite forces were decimated, and since then, the people of Yan Bei have been enslaved for eight years. Nobles could kill us at will, could seize our horses and food at will. We worked ourselves to death and still couldn’t save a single copper coin! Now, His Highness has restored Yan Bei so that the poor might have clothes to wear, houses to live in, and food to eat. But Great Xia will not agree. They cannot bear to see their dignity trampled. So they have sent troops to enslave us once more, to make us submit with blood. Citizens! We are not rebels; we just want to live! Do we stand and live? Or kneel and die? Do we bow and lick others’ toes, or take up weapons to defend our homeland?”

“We want to live!”

From the crowd, a voice suddenly rang out. Then, like a raging fire sweeping across a dry prairie, thousands of voices merged into a mighty torrent.

“We want to live! Kill the Xia dogs!”

“I represent the Northern Camp Headquarters coming to rescue you. Now, I will officially take command of Chidu’s forces. All Chidu officers and soldiers must follow my deployment. Women and children leave immediately through the west gate, quickly heading to Blue City. Men between fifteen and fifty stay with me to defend Chidu, to defend Yan Bei!”

“Defend Chidu! Defend Yan Bei!”

Roars shook the air, piercing eardrums. Chu Qiao stood in the square, her small fist seeming to possess immense power. Her gaze was clear and resolute, but at the corner of her mouth, a faint trace of sadness slowly appeared.

She knew that after tomorrow, countless tragedies would unfold here, countless families would be shattered, and countless loved ones would never meet again. Yet, she had no other choice. She slowly raised her head, unwilling to look again at those faces full of confidence and hope.

Yan Xun, where are you? When will you return? To the ends of the earth, I fight alongside you!

Using two hundred thousand troops to seize a small city garrisoned by only three thousand soldiers seemed a sure victory to Great Xia. However, upon reaching Chidu City, Zhao Ying did not immediately order an attack. Seeing Chidu City adopt a stance of firm defense, he smiled contemptuously but secretly felt pleased. Since Chidu’s garrison wanted to stand firm, he had reason to delay longer. The later he arrived for the rear encirclement of Northern Camp, the more beneficial for him. Let Zhao Qi lead Batuha’s fool to engage in hard combat with Yan Bei first.

So Zhao Ying immediately ordered his troops to dig trenches, build fortifications, set up horse traps, and insert caltrops, also making a show of entrenched defense.

Military officers representing the Third Prince Zhao Qi’s forces came several times to Zhao Ying’s tent, urging him to immediately confront the enemy and encircle Northern Camp from the rear. But Zhao Ying always looked at them with a strange expression, asking in surprise: “Am I not attacking now?”

“What your subordinate means is—means a more aggressive form of attack.” Facing the newly prominent Fourteenth Prince of Great Xia, the supervisor’s face turned red, his forehead dripping with cold sweat as he stammered: “The Third Prince’s forces have already engaged the Yan Bei army. The sooner the Fourteenth Prince reaches Northern Camp, the lower the Southwestern Army’s casualties.”

“What about the Northwestern Army’s casualties?”

Zhao Ying’s expression turned cold, his sword-like eyebrows raised as he declared righteously: “As the commander of an army corps, my greatest responsibility is to achieve maximum victory with minimum cost. I must cherish the life of each soldier under my command. Therefore, I believe our current military strategy is very suitable for the current situation. If I were to advance rashly and fall into an enemy ambush, causing heavy casualties for the Northwestern Army and jeopardizing the overall strategic goal’s failure, who could bear that responsibility? Supervisor, is it you?”

The supervisor nearly burst into tears. With snot and tears, he mounted his horse and galloped back to report to Zhao Qi.

Zhao Ying laughed coldly, leaning back in his chair. Before him on the military strategic map were several fine lines. The young prince lowered his eyes slightly, slowly reciting: “Northern Camp, Chidu, Blue City, Chunyu Domain, Yao Water, Meilin Pass…”

Though unaware of Zhao Ying’s reasons for delaying the attack, every minute was a heaven-sent gift for Chu Qiao. She moved actively, busy organizing defense tools and systems, arranging civilian evacuation, integrating recruits, and coordinating relationships between various armies, working tirelessly.

After night fell completely, the crying in the city gradually diminished. Chu Qiao walked along the empty streets, feeling suddenly cold as the wind blew. Ge Qi hurried forward to drape a large fur coat over her shoulders. The thick garment blocked the cold wind, and Chu Qiao nodded, thanking him quietly. With a creaking sound, the shops on both sides of the street stood with doors wide open. A wooden basin in front of a door was blown up by the wind, spinning on the ground with a gurgling sound.

Desolation everywhere, melancholy everywhere, and a cold and miserable atmosphere permeated all.

“My lady, we won’t win, will we?”

Chu Qiao was startled and turned around to see Ge Qi’s young eyes looking at her, smiling calmly: “If you were truly confident, you wouldn’t have evacuated all the civilians.”

Chu Qiao didn’t speak, just quietly turned her head away. No one had such arrogant courage. She was a high-level commander who had received a modern military education and clearly understood the true meaning of war. Transforming rot into a miracle wasn’t impossible, but it required at least some capital. Even without requiring equal strength, there needed to be at least some fighting capacity.

With less than ten thousand troops defending a low, dilapidated small city against two hundred thousand elite imperial soldiers, whose numbers would continue to increase—in such a war, no one would have the determination to win.

But she couldn’t reveal these emotions. She was their leader, the hope of everyone here. If even she had no confidence, how could others persist? When they were discouraged and despondent, they could rely on her—but who could she rely on?

Chu Qiao let out a soft sigh. Suddenly, a small black shadow appeared ahead. Chu Qiao frowned, and Ge Qi behind her had already stepped forward cautiously, blocking her, saying sternly: “Who goes there?”

Light flickered as soldiers approached, revealing a twelve or thirteen-year-old child wearing a small padded jacket, carrying a small bundle, with a face reddened by the cold. The child had clear features, held his neck stiffly, looking very stubborn.

Chu Qiao frowned and asked: “Whose child are you? Why didn’t you leave with the others?”

The child didn’t speak, just lowered his head. Seeing his manner, Chu Qiao guessed he had just run back from the west gate. She didn’t speak either, ignoring him completely and turning to leave.

“Hey! You’re abandoning me?”

Seeing Chu Qiao ignore him, the child quickly caught up, asking puzzledly: “You’re not forcing me out of the city?”

Chu Qiao said flatly: “Whether you live or die has nothing to do with me. I have enough problems and no time for you.”

The child was stunned, as if insulted, then shouted: “I’m fifteen this year! I can stay and be a soldier!”

Chu Qiao looked him up and down, her expression indifferent. The child knew his lie was absurd but still insisted stubbornly: “Don’t judge me by my small size—I’m strong.”

Chu Qiao still ignored him. The child anxiously tried to run over but was blocked by Ge Qi. The child could only jump up and down outside, even rolling up his sleeves to show Chu Qiao his supposedly robust arm muscles.

“Why didn’t you leave?”

Chu Qiao suddenly asked in a deep voice. The child froze, standing still. After a long thought, he murmured: “My sister is sick and couldn’t travel.”

Chu Qiao’s heart immediately tightened. Over the years, along this journey, she had seen such things too many times. She thought, perhaps even all the killing committed now might be worthwhile. Destruction must precede construction. For a nation to achieve independence requires sacrifice. Perhaps many years later, the world would change because of her recent actions. Children then might not have to be displaced as they are now. People then might not have to fear for their lives as they do now. That would be enough.

“What’s your name?”

“I’m called Du Gouzi.”

Chu Qiao frowned. How could such a good-looking child have such a name?

“That name doesn’t sound good. Let me give you a new one.”

The child thought for a moment and said: “Alright, but I must still be surnamed Du.”

Chu Qiao stood up, her eyes looking into the distance: “Let’s call you Ping’an.”

Du Ping’an, Du Ping’an. Hope that the Yan Bei land will truly have a day of peace.

Half an hour later, at a small military square in the western city, all officers and soldiers of the Southwestern Garrison gathered. Bright torches illuminated the night sky. Chu Qiao, in full military uniform, stood on a temporarily constructed wooden platform, looking deeply at these soldiers who had sworn to follow her to the death. In a low tone, she said: “Everyone, thank you for your trust in me. In the ancient capital of Zhenhuang in the Great Xia Dynasty, on the northwestern land of the Red River Plain, outside the west gate of Northern Camp, we fought side by side, sharing weal and woe. Thank you for always believing in me, following me, and today, for following me into this desperate situation. For this, I am very sorry.”

Chu Qiao slowly bowed, then straightened up and continued: “I don’t want to deceive you, so before the decisive battle, I must tell you that I lied earlier. We will have no reinforcements. Chidu City will receive no support. We fight alone, with no one to help us.”

A rush of confused murmurs immediately arose from the ranks but quickly came under control. They stared fixedly at Chu Qiao, speechless.

“Great Xia has divided its forces into two routes. A frontal attack on Northern Camp’s east gate with their main force of over four hundred thousand, not counting reserve troops and logistics civilians. The other route, the two hundred thousand elite troops beneath our city, crossed the Helan Mountains to surprise attack Chidu City. Their purpose is to break through the Chiyuan crossing, insert into Yan Bei’s interior, attack Northern Camp from both east and west, and create chaos in Yan Bei’s rear to strike at the frontline’s morale. Once Chidu City falls, Northern Camp’s million military and civilian personnel will have no escape route. They will inevitably fall victim to the Xia army’s slaughter. Yan Bei’s elite forces will be greatly damaged, and the eastern half of the realm will fall into Great Xia’s hands! As for Blue City behind us, as Yan Bei’s second defense line in the interior, it cannot possibly send us reinforcements. They have less than a hundred thousand garrison troops guarding the long Fire-Wind Line of the Sunset Mountains, with no strength to look eastward. And the Second Corps led by His Highness is currently at the distant Meilin Pass and cannot return to aid us within five days.”

The firelight illuminated the young woman’s small face. Her back was straight, her figure tall, her legs long, her eyes bright as stars. She said solemnly: “So, this is a difficult battle. The enemy you face is twenty times your number and will increase in the future. But we cannot retreat. Once we retreat, Northern Camp’s military and civilians will have their retreat path sealed. Even if they try to escape, they will have nowhere to go. Behind us are the civilians of the Sunset Mountain region. Without us, Xia’s iron hooves will mercilessly trample their heads. Civilians, women, children—all will face disaster, and none able to escape. Yan Bei will face a life-or-death catastrophe!”

Chu Qiao’s eyes reddened. Her face showed some excitement as she said in a heavy tone: “Warriors of the Southwestern Garrison! You have always been called rebels. Your fathers once betrayed Yan Bei, betrayed their blood and homeland. For eight years, no one on the entire continent respected you. You endured countless insults and contempt. Even though you helped Crown Prince Yan Xun escape from Zhenhuang, even though you created the world-shaking Zhenhuang Revolution, even though you once stubbornly repelled the Northwestern Army Corps that outnumbered you dozens of times! But the name ‘traitor’ has always been pinned on your heads. No one trusts you; no one is willing to accept you. But today, everything will be different. An opportunity stands before you—just endure, and you will be Yan Bei’s meritorious officials, heroes revered by all!”

The warriors’ eyes began to grow fervent. The strong wind blew fiercely, heavy snow fluttered down. Under the dark sky, the young woman’s figure was like a hard battle spear. Her voice rose passionately: “Warriors! Take up your weapons, follow me, defend Yan Bei, and protect those unarmed women, children, and elders! Wash away past shame with blood, defend our military flag, and burnish the glorious name of the Southwestern Garrison! Of course, some will die, and some will not see next winter’s snow, but the people will be grateful to you, Yan Bei will remember you, and your names will be engraved on Yan Bei’s military merit register, respected and worshiped for generations to come! Warriors, I will be with you, sharing life and death. We shall never abandon each other!”

“Share life and death! Never abandon each other!”

The warriors suddenly let out fierce roars. They raised their hands high, eyes red, some even moved to tears. Years of humiliation poured out like magma as they shouted: “Defend Yan Bei!” “Long live our lady!”

Their voices shook the heavens, rolling up to the sky with the howling gale!

That sound was so loud it reached the snowy fields outside the city. Zhao Ying, wearing a snow-white fox fur coat, turned slightly and gave a contemptuous cold laugh.

The time was about right. Any further delay and Zhao Qi might turn against him.

He cast his cold gaze toward the low city wall, lightly brushing the snowflakes on his fur coat. In his eyes, it wasn’t even a city anymore. He merely glanced at Chidu in the darkness, casually instructing the commanders beside him: “Go, knock down that eyesore of a wall for me.”

“Yes, sir!”

The commanders responded in unison, turning and striding away. The warriors, receiving battle orders, immediately brandished their weapons and formed ranks to advance.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The ground trembled slowly beneath their feet as soldiers raised thunderous cries: “Kill the enemy!”

The resounding charge immediately sounded, startling the battle eagles flying in the high sky. The world turned murderous, plants and trees broke, and a great snowfall descended. Darkness, welcome!

Chapter 135: Battle at Sunset

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Around the second watch of the night, urgent war drums suddenly sounded atop North Shuo City. Inside the meeting room, silence reigned. None of the commanders from various military corps spoke. Just moments ago, a cavalry messenger had reported: that the Great Xia army had arrived and would soon launch a powerful attack against North Shuo City. The middle-aged man, recently promoted from farmer to cavalry scout, declared with conviction that the enemy had powerful cavalry units with more than twenty banners, countless infantry battalions, and heavily armored soldiers, stretching beyond sight like a vast black sea. Their torches blocked the sky, winding over ten li, with the vanguard already at the city gates while trailing forces were still trudging across the Fire Thunder Plain ten li away.

If Chu Qiao were here, she might have seen through this trap at a glance. If Xue Zhiyuan were present, he might have mustered the courage to point out the flaws in intelligence. Unfortunately, neither was present. Cao Mengtong stroked his chin, glancing sideways at Xia An, and asked in a deep voice: “General Xia, what do you think?”

Xia An half-closed his eyes, as if suddenly afflicted with senility, muttering in a daze as though about to fall asleep: “General’s foresight is profound, wisdom unparalleled. The general’s will is our will. We are willing to follow the general, obey the general’s arrangements.”

Cao Mengtong’s eye corner twitched slightly as he secretly cursed “sly old fox,” but his lips still formed a cold smile. They’ve come? Even better!

Cao Mengtong was no longer young. Given his background, it was no coincidence that he occupied the position of general commanding hundreds of thousands of troops. Those familiar with Cao Mengtong knew that during his nearly ten-year military career, he was the only undefeated general on the Yan Bei plateau, with over a hundred battles large and small without a single defeat—a feat even Wu Daoya could hardly match. But undefeated did not mean victorious. On the contrary, his victories were pitifully few, almost countable on one hand. In Lady Yu’s words, the Second Army excelled at strategic withdrawals. They had spent their lives executing this great battle strategy, preserving the elite forces of the Yan Bei army. To expect them to genuinely confront the enemy with real swords and spears? Don’t joke—General Cao needed to preserve Yan Bei’s elite forces.

In the past, guarding a city like North Shuo against millions of Great Xia’s elite cavalry, Cao Mengtong might have tucked his tail and fled early, as was his custom. But now, he felt more heroic and passionate. No one wanted to bear the name “Escape King” for life. Previously, the Yan Bei army had been a ragtag force, without money or men. Now, with Yan Xun’s financial support, they had excellent equipment, sharp swords and solid armor, countless war horses, and nearly a million soldiers. And that young girl always by Yan Xun’s side had created a variety of strange defensive tools. Though he still couldn’t use many of them, the few he could were uncommonly powerful. The city walls had also been heightened and thickened under her direction, and now outside was a frozen expanse. The Xia army was essentially exposed on the ice plain. They had traveled thousands of li to get here, while his forces were rested and ready, with a million troops, thick city walls, sharp blades, and ample supplies. Was all this not enough to win a victory?

The blood in Cao Mengtong’s veins began to boil. If he won this battle, his prestige in Yan Bei would soar! Those old men of the Grand Unity Council who shouted themselves hoarse would completely fold at his feet, and that boy Yan Xun, whose beard had barely grown, would no longer dare to dictate to him. The Yan Bei regime would strengthen, and the Great Xia would weaken. Even breaking out of Yan Bei and marching into Zhenhuang was no longer a dream. The history of Pei Luo’s clan marching into Red River and claiming imperial rule three hundred years ago replayed in his mind—rising from common birth, climbing from the masses, step by step reaching the pinnacle of victory and power. What a beautiful picture that would be. And the Battle of North Shuo would be his first step!

Cao Mengtong was exhilarated by his thoughts. His eyes reddened slightly, veins bulging on his forehead. Finally, he stood up abruptly and, facing dozens of Yan Bei commanders, said in a low tone: “Great Xia is unjust, cruel, and tyrannical. The Battle of North Shuo is Yan Bei’s holy war of self-defense. Yan Bei’s rise or fall depends on this campaign. This battle is inevitable. My mind is made up. I ask all of you to lend me your strength!”

“Fight for freedom!”

Neat, loud voices rose in the meeting room. The door guards secretly turned their heads, seeing only a mass of hard fists raised high!

The Battle of North Shuo had begun!

Combat signals quickly spread throughout North Shuo City, the resonant sound of war drums echoing through the entire camp. At this moment, Xue Zhiyuan, deputy commander of the Second Army’s vanguard, rushed into the city like wind and fire, conveying news of thousands of Great Xia enemy troops lurking outside. Immediately, the completely open western gate was sealed, prohibiting civilian passage. Xue Zhiyuan had seven or eight wounds on his body. He only managed to briefly explain the situation to the city defense commander before falling unconscious from his horse, knowing nothing more. After him, large numbers of Yan Bei civilians who had escaped from the earlier conflict successively arrived at North Shuo City, shouting that they were Yan Bei commoners responding to the conscription order to assist in the war, but they could no longer open those heavy city gates.

Within an hour, more than three thousand civilians had gathered below the city. They shivered in the north wind, some loudly cursing the city garrison, others weeping and begging, but all to no avail.

About two hours later, the sky began to dawn, and a vague black shadow appeared on the western horizon. The shadow approached quickly, making no defensive posture. On the vast snowy plain, seven thousand war horses galloped rapidly, only a corner of black silhouettes visible in the hazy white mist. In the blink of an eye, they reached the city. The Yan Bei soldiers in North Shuo City rushed to spread the news that the enemy was attacking. Information quickly spread throughout the army. Before the eastern Xia forces had moved, the lurking Xia forces from the west had already shown their blades. General Cheng Yuan, responsible for the western city defense, was relieved: thankfully Xue Zhiyuan had reported in advance, otherwise facing these western enemies so suddenly would have thrown them into confusion.

The civilians first let out terrified roars, running frantically toward the city gates, but at this moment, who would dare open the gates for them?

A series of creaking sounds came from the city wall—the sound of heavy crossbows being drawn. Deputy General Cheng Yuan stood on the city wall, wearing a cyan fur coat, sword in hand, looking contemptuously at the advancing troops. He snorted coldly in disdain. A cavalry unit of just ten thousand daring to charge North Shuo City was simply absurd. He casually instructed his subordinates: show no mercy, eliminate them all. The first victory of the North Shuo battle must firmly remain in the hands of North Shuo’s native soldiers!

His subordinate Sun He frowned in doubt, somewhat troubled: “But there are many civilians below the city.”

Cheng Yuan raised an eyebrow slightly, his gaze becoming somewhat distant, his mouth coldly rigid, saying faintly: “Civilians? I don’t see any.” Then, surprisingly, General Cheng Yuan left the city wall and returned to his quarters to rest.

The weather was truly unbearably cold, and the opposing force was so small it wasn’t worth his staying to watch.

Sun He immediately understood. He turned to the mid-level commanders behind him and instructed: “The civilians below are Xia troops in disguise, smoke screens to confuse us. Their purpose is to prevent us from shooting arrows. Once we open the city gates, these people will instantly become enemy troops, killing us all and razing North Shuo to the ground!”

Everyone immediately understood, all saying: “The Xia dogs are so cunning, truly too insulting. If we don’t kill them all, we have no right to exist in this world.”

The city wall was clamorous, people gnashing their teeth and roaring at those below. However, at this moment, the entire cavalry unit suddenly stopped not far away. A rider in a black fur coat galloped forward, and pulled off their hood, revealing a beautiful and heroic face. The woman spoke clearly: “I am Chu Qiao, military advisor from the Staff Department. Behind me is my army, the Southwestern Garrison. We have eliminated the previous Xia troops. Please, city defense officer, open the gates and let us in!”

Her voice wasn’t loud, but everyone on the city wall heard clearly. As soon as she finished speaking, a burst of laughing erupted on the wall. If not for General Xue’s prior notice, they might have been fooled. Advisor Chu had already died heroically, yet they still used her name to deceive. Southwestern Garrison? What force was that? Rebel leaders?

Sun He had never directly met Chu Qiao, only seeing her silhouette from afar a few times. The distance to the forces below was too great, and the morning mist was thick, making it impossible to distinguish faces. He had preconceptions and had received private instructions from Cheng Yuan, so his courage swelled. He sneered and lightly waved his hand.

“Fight for freedom! Kill!”

A roar immediately erupted! The response to Chu Qiao’s words was the simultaneous firing of over three hundred crossbows. A mass of arrows like black clouds blocked the sunlight, whistling down from the sky in a torrential downpour!

“Protect the lady!”

The Southwestern Garrison soldiers’ eyes bulged in fury as they shouted and rushed forward. More than ten young soldiers immediately shielded Chu Qiao, forming a dense human wall before her. Those crossbow arrows, improved by Chu Qiao, could continuously fire thirty-eight bolts, with great force and speed, making them the premier defensive weapon of the age. As thousands of arrows rained down, the black arrow storm swept in like a howling gale, instantly piercing more than ten soldiers. Their bodies became like hedgehogs, twisting grotesquely, the entire person flying backward under the enormous impact!

“Protect the lady!”

He Xiao charged forward with his sword, slashing away a flying arrow. Hundreds of soldiers rushed forward regardless of life or death, surrounding Chu Qiao protectively. They were light cavalry without shields or armor, and because they were coming to join Chu Qiao, they hadn’t even formed a defensive formation. Under the first round of dense arrow rain, they immediately fell into chaos, with screams reaching the heavens, blood splattering, hoofbeats, neighing, screams, and arrows whistling through the air. Everywhere was blood, everywhere was death.

A young soldier desperately embraced Chu Qiao and rushed back. Arrows pierced his chest and blood-spattered widely across Chu Qiao’s face, but the soldier still refused to let go. He shouted, “Protect the lady! Rally to me!” while spurring his horse madly. But soon their war horse was shot like a beehive, crashing to the ground. He didn’t even have time to look up, rolled on the ground, and rose, still protecting Chu Qiao as he ran back.

“Enemy attack! Protect the lady!” More and more people rushed forward. They were like waves of black torrents. One row of people died, and another row surged forward. Thus, without weakness, without fear, without retreat. When arrows came, someone immediately thrust their chest forward to block them. Bodies fell to the ground one by one. Finally, when they escaped beyond firing range, a dense mass of soldiers lay behind them, like autumn grass cut at the roots, all maintaining running postures.

“Hahaha!”

Thunderous laughter erupted from the city wall, the sound suddenly so piercing. Chu Qiao fell heavily to the ground. He Xiao pushed through the crowd, anxiously shouting: “My lady! Are you hurt?”

The soldiers scattered. As He Xiao rushed in, his eyes widened, and he shouted: “How dare you! Showing disrespect to the lady!” He was about to charge forward.

“General He, say no more.” Chu Qiao emerged weakly from the arms of the young soldier holding her tightly, her tone sad and low, her face pale, tears welling in her eyes but not falling.

“He has already died. He saved me.”

Breaking free from the soldier’s arms, Chu Qiao slowly stood up. At this moment, a short, low cry arose from the crowd. The soldier’s back was like a hedgehog, with more than ten arrows embedded in it, three or four piercing his heart, most already broken, showing how many times he had fallen while running. His expression was ferocious and frantic, as if at the moment of death, he was still running madly, or perhaps he was already dead but still maintaining a running stance. No one knew what kind of power this was. Chu Qiao took off her fur coat and, under the gaze of all officers and soldiers, draped it over the soldier’s body. She knelt, lightly brushed the soldier’s face, and closed his eyes.

With a swish, the young woman stood up abruptly and turned to walk toward the North Shuo City gate.

“My lady!”

The soldiers shouted in unison. He Xiao was the first to block her way, shouting: “My lady! You must not!”

Chu Qiao’s gaze was icy, flames of anger burning in her heart. In just that short while, they had lost more than a hundred people, with over three hundred wounded. These men had followed her thousands of li, rebelling from Zhenhuang to reach Yan Bei. For her, they had become bandits and nearly fought with Bian Tang. Now, they resolutely returned for her, unhesitatingly taking up arms to protect the nascent Yan Bei regime in its precarious situation.

They had once been rebels, unbearable to heaven and earth, unpardonable traitors, dogs that no one in Great Xia would acknowledge, spat upon by thousands, despised by tens of thousands as cowards! But it was also they who first raised the banner of resistance against Great Xia, who first followed Yan Xun to confront the blades of the entire Zhenhuang City. The world-shocking Zhenhuang Revolution was born in their hands, and the campaigns sweeping dozens of provincial coalition forces in the northwest were launched by them. Even after being abandoned, they hadn’t forgotten their responsibility and inner loyalty. They had incomparable trust in her, incomparable dependence, but at this moment, what she had brought them was merciless slaughter at first appearance!

Her anger was immeasurable. She pushed He Xiao aside, stubbornly walking forward. Unexpectedly, He Xiao scrambled up, rushed forward, and knelt before her again, shouting: “My lady! Friend or foe is difficult to discern, North Shuo City surely has a misunderstanding about our army. Going now, fortune or misfortune is hard to predict. It must not be done!”

With a “swoosh,” Chu Qiao drew her sword, the blade flashing brightly as she said coldly: “Move aside!”

“My lady! It must not be done!”

As soon as the words fell, other soldiers came forward together, dozens kneeling in unison. Chu Qiao raised an eyebrow, stubbornly wanting to advance, when suddenly the entire army knelt on the ground, seven thousand throats shouting in unison: “My lady! It must not be done!”

“If my lady wishes to go, please walk over our corpses!”

Chu Qiao stood dejectedly. She turned back, looking at the young soldier who died with open eyes, then slowly raised her head and closed her eyes. The flames of anger burned fiercely in her heart as she breathed slowly as if trying to suppress everything, suppress it, and suppress it again.

“Prepare horses, form charging formation!”

A “swoosh” of breaking air immediately resounded. The soldiers on the North Shuo City wall were startled. At such a distance, even heavy crossbows couldn’t reach, yet the opponent, using only ordinary hand crossbows, shot an arrow that pierced their central military flag—what astonishing strength!

He Xiao lowered his bow, and the entire scene fell deathly silent. Even the civilians who had come to enlist were all astounded into silence.

Chu Qiao sat on horseback, slowly advancing, the white flag with red clouds flying above her head, fluttering in the wind. Standing a hundred paces beyond crossbow range, she coldly gazed at the opposition and spoke clearly: “I am Chu Qiao, military advisor from the Staff Department. I demand to see your highest commander!”

At this moment, Cheng Yuan had just walked out of his rest quarters, the ties of his fur coat not yet fastened. The instant he heard Chu Qiao’s voice, he froze. In the distance, flags waved, the white flag with red clouds like a burning flame in the morning mist. The soldiers were like iron, the military bearing solemn. That silent anger, like a mountain, pressed down overwhelmingly. One look and he knew the opposing army was far beyond what his ragtag forces could resist. Besides numbers, they had no advantage.

“I am Chu Qiao, military advisor from the Staff Department. I demand to see your highest commander!”

Chu Qiao’s words repeated. Cheng Yuan’s face turned pale. Sun He, standing nearby, seeing his commander’s expression, felt a terrible chill rising in his chest. Terrifying thoughts consumed his mind. If it was true, considering this woman’s relationship with the prince, his hand holding the sword was almost trembling.

“Sir, she, she couldn’t be…”

“Fool!”

Cheng Yuan slowly narrowed his eyes: “You’ve made a huge mistake.”

“Prepare horses, all troops follow me out of the city to engage the enemy. If even one enemy escapes, we need not return alive!”

Cheng Yuan barked coldly and strode down from the city tower. Sun He rushed forward eagerly, hurriedly saying: “Sir! If it’s true, then we…”

With a crisp “slap,” Deputy General Cheng struck Sun He’s face. The young general grabbed his collar and coldly snapped: “You idiot! Do you know who she is? Do you know her relationship with the prince? Now that it’s come to this if she doesn’t die, we two will be sacrificed to the military flag when the prince returns!”

Since it had already gone this far, the only way to survive was to commit fully. Having already determined she was fake, they could only commit to that position!

Cheng Yuan’s heart chilled as he said coldly: “Western Defense Army! Assemble!”

Xue Zhiyuan was awakened from his sleep by the thunderous war drums echoing throughout the city. He struggled up despite the pain in his body. However, when he climbed to the western city wall, he suddenly froze. The man’s eyes widened as he heard the familiar voice from across calling again and again, saw the formation gathered below the city, and instantly understood. He pushed aside the guard and hurriedly ran down the tower: “What are you doing? Open the city gates! That’s Advisor Chu!”

Cheng Yuan coldly walked forward and clamped his hand over Xue Zhiyuan’s mouth. The wounded man had no strength to resist. Cheng Yuan lowered his voice and said icily: “If this matter becomes known, you’ll be the first to perish! Falsely reporting military intelligence, causing friendly forces to panic—do you think the prince will spare you? If you want to live, shut up immediately, or I can send you to heaven right now!”

Cheng Yuan’s gaze was cold, exuding murderous intent as he strode away, instructing as he walked: “Later, follow my command. We’ll first approach them as friendly forces, then Sun He will lead troops to attack their flank, and Li Lu will lead troops to attack their rear. Surround and annihilate them below the city. Not one can be allowed to leave alive!”

Xue Zhiyuan stood dumbfounded, his hot blood gradually cooling. His expression froze, his mind hazy. In an instant, he recalled many things: the hunger and embarrassment of his youth, the excitement, and passion when first learning the Grand Unity ideology, the hardships, and difficulties all along the way, the weakness and fatigue he always refused to face—his beliefs, his ideals, his everything, all collapsed at this moment!

His face grew increasingly pale. Suddenly, he staggered and turned to run toward the city wall, moving extremely fast, like a swift tiger!

Cheng Yuan immediately reacted, turning back to shout sternly: “Stop him!”

However, at that moment, he had already climbed the tower. The young man stood high and shouted: “Chu Qiao! Run!”

The “swoosh swoosh” sound immediately resounded as thousands of arrows fired at once, instantly piercing the man. Arrows penetrated his body and shoulders, protruding from various parts of his hands and feet. Bloody gore spattered the city wall. The young man’s passionate blood, like drops of bright red seeds, fell from the towering city wall onto the vast white snow, forming small, bright red eddies!

Everyone was stunned. The cold wind blew through his battle robe, through his promising young body. His gaze was clear and tenacious, bearing an unyielding loftiness. The oath from many years ago still echoed in his ears: I voluntarily dedicate my life to Yan Bei’s Grand Unity cause, without self, without private interests, striving for life, fighting for freedom!!!

Heaven and earth instantly became empty and silent. His body, facing the wind, crashed down along the majestic city wall onto the cold Yan Bei ground!

“Boom!”

The civilians below the city immediately let out a frightened roar! The crowd scattered like chaotic floods, moving away from that towering city wall, and their gazes toward the soldiers on the wall were no longer purely trusting and dependent.

Chu Qiao sat on horseback, her eyes red, her palms cold, her gaze as firm as iron, but her chest filled with magma-like heat and chaos. Finally, she heavily raised her palm, issuing a short, clear military order: “Retreat!”

The cavalry immediately formed ranks, the army uniformly turning to leave. In the final moment before departing, the sharp-featured young woman coldly looked back, taking a last glance at that fluttering Yan Bei battle flag, at the densely packed garrison on the city tower, and at the scattered corpses on the ground, as well as at the young soldier below North Shuo City, whom she had once slapped. She exhaled deeply, yet felt her chest growing heavier.

“If I don’t avenge this grudge, I am not human!”

The sun finally jumped above the horizon, casting ten thousand rays of golden light. The entire land was golden as if even the gods wanted to crown this day.

At such swift speed, even if pursuit began immediately, the possibility of encirclement and annihilation was lost. Cheng Yuan’s heart seemed to sink into an ice cellar. Sun He stared blankly as the cavalry unit howled away, turning to ask: “Sir, what do we do now?”

Cheng Yuan looked at Sun He, his gaze cold, carrying the chill of ice and snow. He slowly turned around and strode away without a word.

“What to do?”

He also silently asked himself. He needed to find a way out for himself, he must!

In the sky, the sun shone like gold. A new day had finally arrived!

Just an hour later, a large, heavy mass of dark clouds drifted over from the northern sky, with thunder-like rumbling on the horizon. Before breakfast was finished, a vast sea of iron gray gradually appeared on the eastern horizon, like an endless wave of grass on the expansive ice plain, blocking the sky, continuously expanding and swelling. Millions of hooves trampled the earth, white snow waves coiled beneath their feet, and the wind carried up gray battle robes like a vast flock of flying eagles!

Excellent war horses, solid armor, gleaming weapons, orderly troops—the Yan Bei Second Army, which had spent its life-fighting local garrisons, truly witnessed for the first time the demeanor of a great army. An old soldier was so frightened he sat down heavily on the city wall, his eyes fixed, muttering: “The devils have come!”

Flags like seas, swords like forests, and iron-gray everywhere covered the entire plain, gradually filling the whole flatland. Their formations were strict and orderly, with clear positions. The central army crouched like a tiger, the flanks spread like eagles, the rear filled with reserve corps, each sharpening weapons, fur coats fluttering, winding back nearly five li, clearly showing large troops still hadn’t entered Fire Thunder Plain.

Those who haven’t personally experienced it cannot comprehend such a magnificent scene. In an instant, everyone showed panic and fear. For a hundred years, facing repeated provocations from the Grand Unity Council, Great Xia had only made a few extermination attempts and responses. Even when attacking Yan Shi City, they had only symbolically sent the Meng family corps. But this time, there were four regular army corps of over ten thousand men each, not to mention the subsequent wing protection and support troops.

Great Xia was truly angry. Facing this reactionary force that dared to challenge the empire’s dignity for the first time in three hundred years, they would defend to the death, sparing no effort for battle!

The cold, long wind blew fiercely across the skies of Yan Bei. While North Shuo City trembled in fear, not far away at the foot of Sunset Mountain, the Southwestern Garrison’s military flag fluttered and flew under the dark clouds. Chu Qiao sat on horseback, facing seven thousand pairs of passionate eyes, issuing this order:

“North Shuo will fall. Our only plan now is to seize Chiyuan Crossing, occupy Chi Du City, and establish Yan Bei’s interior’s second line of defense. This is a military order! Effective immediately! All troops, march!”

As the Southwestern Garrison raised their whips and rapidly headed toward Chiyuan Crossing, in the central camp of Great Xia, Zhao Qi frowned as he marked a circle on the military map, murmuring: “Old Fourteen should have arrived.”

There, three tributaries converged into one: Li River, Zan Xi River, and Wu River, forming the Red Water that crossed the entire Western Meng continent. A solitary small city sat upon it, with a beautiful name: Chi Du City.

War eagles shrieked and screamed. The first Northern Expedition in history had begun. Death’s footsteps had arrived on this cold land. The rivers had frozen, the river surface a sheet of white. Both sides were racing with all their might, competing desperately for that important military base. Two great commanders were about to clash. A world-shocking battle for Chi Du, in the cold wind, sounded its battle horn. The tide of history rolled in. Cao Mengtong stood before the Yan Bei army and lowered that sacred command flag. The aged general, rarely mustering courage, cried loudly: “May heaven bless Yan Bei! Bless us to victory in one battle! Warriors, for Yan Bei, for freedom, fight!”

Chapter 134: The Beginning of the Northern Expedition

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The north wind howled fiercely, as snowflakes like goose feathers fell in abundance, hiding the moon in the sky. Eagles circled above the clouds, emitting shrill cries. All around was a vast white expanse, making it impossible to distinguish east from south, west from north.

Yet, despite the bone-chilling cold wind, an endless stream of people moved slowly like a long dragon. The wind, like a salt-sprinkled knife, roared angrily as it cut across people’s faces. They could barely open their eyes, but this did nothing to dampen their fighting spirit. The common folk of Yan Bei, having received General Cao of the Second Army’s conscription order, came in droves with their homemade curved blades, riding the strongest horses from their homes, rushing toward North Shuo City to offer their loyalty for the great unity they dreamed of.

This was a fierce nation, where people grew up skilled in archery and horsemanship. Chu Qiao knew that with just a little training, on this land, an unparalleled powerful army would be born. But now, watching these confident men singing Yan Bei battle songs against the wind and snow, her heart was filled with grief. She wanted to stop them but only received contemptuous glares. Someone saw her and Xue Zhiyuan heading west with their companion, spat harshly, and shouted: “Deserters!”

“My lady, let’s go quickly,” urged the imperial guard left by Yan Xun anxiously.

Just then, Chu Qiao raised her eyebrows slightly, pulled hard on the reins, and the horse abruptly stopped. The guard galloped twenty steps before stopping, and turning back asked, “My lady, what’s wrong?”

Chu Qiao frowned, tilting her ear, and turned to Xue Zhiyuan beside her saying, “Did you hear that?”

“Boom! Boom! Boom!”

The rolling thunder-like noise gradually approached, growing louder, as if it was under the ground, creeping through the soles of people’s feet, crawling up their spines.

Xue Zhiyuan raised an eyebrow and immediately jumped off his horse. The young officer ran up a nearby slope, looking ahead. In an instant, Xue Zhiyuan froze, gazing westward, motionless for a long time.

Soon, several commoners who also heard the noise climbed up, standing on the snowy plain.

Silence, a deathlike silence. Then someone turned back as if in a nightmare, looking around, stretching out a hand, pointing westward and asking, “Is there an army? Is it our army?”

The sound of hooves came from the west, and a faint black shadow appeared on the horizon, from a line to a mass, numerous, at least a thousand people, thundering from the distant Sunset Mountain Range!

“Run!”

A sharp female voice suddenly rang out. Everyone was startled and turned to see a woman in military uniform sitting on horseback, who had already drawn her sword and was pointing west, shouting, “It’s the Great Xia army! Run! Go toward North Shuo City!”

Chaos immediately erupted among the crowd, but soon someone questioned, “How could the Great Xia army be in Yan Bei’s interior?”

“Yes,” someone echoed, “They’re all outside North Shuo Pass!”

However, it was already too late. The familiar horse control method, and the familiar chopping and charging style, clearly indicated the formally trained Great Xia border defense forces. Chu Qiao turned pale, her palm sweating as she gripped her sword. Who were these people? Why could they break through North Shuo Pass and appear in the heartland of Yan Bei? There wasn’t a single regular unit here. If they charged into Yan Bei’s rear, what would be the consequences?

In an instant, all these thoughts flashed through her mind like lightning. Chu Qiao raised her sword and shouted, “I am Chu Qiao, senior officer of the Yan Bei Staff Department. Everyone follow my orders!”

The howling wind scattered her voice. The black shadows in front advanced in a dense charging formation, thousands upon thousands, like a mountain-toppling sea, with the momentum of a storm!

“How is this possible?”

A scream suddenly erupted from the crowd. The men of Yan Bei, who had traveled far to respond to the call to enlist and protect their homeland, were thrown into panic by the sudden enemy attack.

“Run!”

But it was too late to run. Fleeing in disarray would only lead to slaughter. Chu Qiao turned back, shouting, “Don’t flee! Go intercept them!”

But no one heeded her. The imperial guard rushed forward, grabbing her horse’s reins, shouting, “My lady, run!”

“We must notify North Shuo headquarters immediately!”

“My lady! It’s too late!”

As if to confirm his words, the charge call of “Kill the enemy!” suddenly resounded, undoubtedly the charge call of the Great Xia regular army.

The wild horse hooves suddenly approached, instantly catching up with the panicking fleeing civilians. Swift as lightning, the blades instantly unsheathed, like flashes of lightning. Before the people of Yan Bei could react, a flash of white light appeared before their eyes, blood splattered, and heads immediately separated from necks, flying into the air, blood gushing from the necks, splashing onto the pristine white snow!

In close combat, under the enemy’s swift horseback speed and precise, ruthless blade work, the people of Yan Bei had no chance to counterattack, especially since they didn’t know how to counterattack anyway. Sharp screams were completely drowned out by the clamor of hoofbeats. People fell from their horses one by one, trampled by hundreds and thousands of hooves.

Chu Qiao’s eyes reddened. The sudden enemy encounter had thrown her off balance. In such a fierce assault, the effect of a single individual was minuscule. A young man riding ahead was caught by an enemy behind him, who slashed his neck with one stroke. Blood splattered onto Chu Qiao’s fur coat. She thrust her sword into the chest of that Xia soldier, the blade gleaming, trailing a streak of blood.

“Xue Zhiyuan! Go back immediately! Notify headquarters!”

This cavalry unit had about a thousand men, all dressed in blue with white patterns of the Great Xia regular army. They were busy pursuing and killing the fleeing civilians, and for a moment, no one noticed there were still a few capable fighters there. Xue Zhiyuan was surrounded by three Xia soldiers. Chu Qiao swung her sword to help him, shouting, “Go quickly!”

“Let a woman cover for me? I can’t do that!”

True to his reputation as a battle-hardened elite soldier, Xue Zhiyuan was agile and swift, without any flourish. He raised his blade and with one stroke beheaded a Xia soldier, his movements as fierce as a tiger.

Chu Qiao frowned and suddenly reached out to pull off her fur coat, throwing it to the ground. She spurred her horse and shouted, “Shameless cowards! Butchering civilians! You deserve death!” With that, she fiercely spurred her warhorse, raising her sword high, resolutely charging toward the Xia army’s formation.

“My lady!” The imperial guard, seeing this, had bloodshot eyes and rushed forward, following behind Chu Qiao.

Two people, roaring as they charged toward an army of a thousand. This scene looked almost laughably like a cartoon, but at this moment, no one could laugh. The Great Xia soldiers seemed to notice Chu Qiao only now, seeing her uniform. Someone shouted, “There’s an official here!”

In an instant, the surrounding forces converged like a tide. Compared to those insignificant civilians, the significance of a Yan Bei military officer was extraordinary.

Xue Zhiyuan watched in shock as the soldiers attacking him suddenly abandoned him. He felt hot blood surging through his chest. He knew Chu Qiao was using her life to buy him time to escape, not for the sake of comradeship, but for the millions of military and civilian people in North Shuo City!

In the howling north wind, his eyes reddened, and with a roar, he turned and galloped madly toward North Shuo City.

He ran too fast. If he had waited a little longer, he might have seen something different. But fate is so strange. Just as he turned, once again in that distant northwest, a line of iron-gray appeared. The earth trembled, the wild wind howled, and a bloodthirsty killing intent permeated the long wind, filling every inch beneath the snowy plain, every ray of moonlight. A troop wearing all sorts of civilian clothes, like a hurricane sweeping across the land, came rolling forward in a vast wave!

“What army is ahead? Report your unit number and leader’s name!”

A deep voice broke through the bitterly cold wind, piercing the eardrums. Chu Qiao, who had just cut down a Xia soldier with her sword, suddenly looked up. The voice in the cold wind was very familiar.

“Report your unit number and leader’s name!”

The opposing force had at least five thousand men, and just observing their formation revealed their valiance. The Xia soldiers had to stop their slaughter of civilians. The officer at the front turned and shouted, “We are the twenty-first squad of the eighteenth district of Great Xia, stationed in Yan Bei. Who are you?”

The garrison troops of Xia in Yan Bei’s interior?

In just an instant, Chu Qiao had figured out all the connections. Yan Bei’s independence was a coup launched overnight in various provinces and prefectures. In less than half a month, the original Great Xia garrison troops in Yan Bei were driven out of the border, either dead or wounded. However, because Yan Bei’s independence was too short-lived and Great Xia’s military might come swiftly, they had no time to properly purge the interior, which meant small units of Great Xia cavalry remained in the interior.

These must be the Xia forces who were defeated during the uprising. Now, seeing Great Xia’s northern expedition, they gathered together, wanting to collaborate from within to earn merit, but unexpectedly met civilians responding to the Second Army’s conscription order on the way. To prevent leaking information, they began the massacre.

The origin of this troop was now clear, but what about those people on the other side?

After the Xia forces identified themselves, a terrifying silence suddenly fell on the other side. The wind whistled, the earth a vast expanse of white, the moon in the sky pallid. The snow had stopped long ago, but the accumulated snow on the ground was blown up by the wind, floating and drifting, as if another snowfall had begun.

“Kill the enemy!”

A loud, uniform charge call suddenly rang out, exactly like the Great Xia regular army’s charge call, almost indistinguishable from this unit of Xia soldiers. However, their gleaming blades and galloping hooves unreservedly displayed their hostility. The Xia soldiers panicked. Their leader rushed forward, shouting, “We are the Great Xia imperial army stationed in Yan Bei. Who are you? Are you an imperial army? Please stop advancing! Please stop advancing!”

With a “swoosh,” a powerful arrow suddenly shot out, piercing the chest of that Xia officer. A line of bloodshot skyward, and the officer fell heavily, smashing to the ground.

“Prepare to engage the enemy! Prepare to engage the enemy!”

Waving swords and spears, hastily changing formation, but everything was too late. Such close distance, such fast horse speed, such overwhelming numerical advantage—from both momentum and numbers, the Xia forces were already at a disadvantage. Retribution came so quickly. The massacre just enacted was performed again, but with the roles reversed. The sound of clashing blades resounded throughout the field. The newcomers, though in varied attire, were skilled in blade work, well-equipped, and decisive in their movements, striking vital points with a single blow!

The battlefield was a sea of blades white as snow. Under such an assault, the Xia forces were like autumn leaves in the wind. In less than half a cup of tea’s time, they were shattered, completely routed!

The fierce wind cut like a blade against the body. Under the dark sky, snow flew, and blades gleamed like silver. The combat effectiveness of this ragtag army was terrifyingly impressive. Everywhere was the sound of fighting, everywhere the sound of chopping. On the snowy plain less than fifty li from North Shuo City, an intense battle was fiercely underway.

“Report!”

A sudden report came. In a hastily erected small tent, a commander was pacing back and forth, seemingly waiting for someone.

The messenger entered and said loudly, “Report, sir, there is a prisoner who voluntarily surrendered, requesting to see you.”

The man was still young, very handsome, with narrow eyes and thin lips. Just one look was enough to know he was a tenacious and resolute person. But at this moment, he seemed somewhat irritable. He frowned and said, “A prisoner from the Xia army? What business does he have with me? Has that soldier from Yan Bei returned yet?”

“Not yet, sir. As for that prisoner, she refuses to say, insisting on seeing you in person.”

The commander casually waved his hand: “Bring her in.”

When Chu Qiao entered, the commander was politely addressing three women sitting in the tent: “Is the lady’s health still good?”

“Health is fine, just that luck isn’t so good. Accidentally became someone else’s prisoner.”

As soon as the words fell, the man’s body trembled violently, and he turned around abruptly. Then, the nearly thirty-year-old man was suddenly dumbfounded, running forward several steps, almost speechless.

“He Xiao, you called me to come all this way, not just to stand here for a while, right?”

“My lady! How is it you?” He Xiao was covered in dust from travel, but it still couldn’t hide the genuine joy on his face.

Chu Qiao pulled off her hood, smiling, “I was about to ask you that. What’s going on? Instead of being a good soldier, you’re leading troops to become mountain bandits? I wouldn’t have believed it if I hadn’t seen it with my own eyes.”

“My lady, without you, how could we dare to come back confidently?”

He Xiao sighed. Chu Qiao knew he was still apprehensive about Yan Xun abandoning the Southwestern Garrison Commander position in Zhenhuang City. She didn’t point it out but patted his shoulder, “Now I’m back, you should be reassured, right?”

“Yes, otherwise, we wouldn’t have made such a big detour to find you, my lady. We didn’t dare approach North Shuo City, fearing it would cause misunderstanding, so we could only use this method to invite you. Please don’t take offense.”

He Xiao said respectfully. Chu Qiao smiled, “Commander He, since when did you start being so formal with me? We are comrades who have shared life and death, eaten in the same trench and have a friendship forged through life-threatening situations. Now you’ve returned at this moment, I’m truly grateful to you.”

“The lady is back?”

“Is the lady inside?”

Soldiers’ voices suddenly came from outside. Chu Qiao knew they had seen her arrival. He Xiao’s face was flushed with excitement, reddening as he said, “My lady, please come out and say a few words to everyone. We all miss you. When we learned you were in trouble in Bian Tang, we were all about to go rescue you, but halfway there we heard you had returned, so we hurried back.”

Chu Qiao felt deeply moved. The rescue of the Southwestern Garrison Commander was entirely out of strategic considerations, but unexpectedly, that one act of kindness had won the genuine loyalty and affection of these soldiers. She walked to the door, lifted the curtain with one hand, and the wild wind rushed in, blowing cold against her face. Outside, torches lined the way, soldiers crowded densely in front, those faces looking familiar and excited, everyone jostling, just to see her face. Upon seeing her figure, thunderous cheers erupted from the ranks.

“It’s the lady back! It’s her!”

The soldiers shouted in unison, waving their sabers, and expressing their excitement.

Chu Qiao raised her hand, making a gesture for quiet. The scene immediately quieted down, all eyes focused on her. The slender young woman walked up a high slope next to the camp. There, a white flag with red clouds was fluttering. On the military flag, the red fire clouds burned fiercely. This was the military flag of the Southwestern Garrison Commander, symbolizing not only the identity of the Southwestern Garrison Commander originating from Yan Bei but also the history and achievements of this army.

The long wind blew, and Chu Qiao’s black uniform appeared especially straight and valiant in the cold wind. She extended both hands, with sincere eyes, and said clearly, “Soldiers of the Southwestern Garrison! I am Chu Qiao from the Staff Department of Yan Bei’s North Shuo Headquarters, and also your former comrade. Now, it is I who speak to you.”

“Today, seeing you here, I am very happy. You have proven with your actions the correctness of my decision back then, and also proven your loyalty and bravery with your actions. With Great Xia’s strong army at the borders, Yan Bei is in a precarious situation. At this critical moment, to see you resolutely step forward is my, Chu Qiao’s, good fortune, Yan Bei’s good fortune, and the good fortune of all people under heaven! On behalf of the civilians in North Shuo City, on behalf of Prince Yan Xun, on behalf of the land of Yan Bei, I welcome you home!”

“Long live!”

The crowd instantly erupted. Seven thousand soldiers shouted in unison, the entire earth trembling. The soldiers who had rebelled against Great Xia and become displaced roared excitedly, gripping their sabers, shouting, “We swear to follow my lady to death!”

“My lady!” He Xiao stepped forward, holding the military flag of the Southwestern Garrison, walking step by step to Chu Qiao’s side. Suddenly he knelt on one knee, looked up, and said solemnly, “My lady once, with the strength of one person, regardless of life or death, turned the tide, saving four thousand officers and soldiers of the Southwestern Garrison from death. That day, in Zhenhuang City, we already swore to follow my lady for life, to obey my lady’s orders, to follow my lady’s blade, and never betray! Today, I, He Xiao, willingly hand over command of the Southwestern Garrison, four thousand native troops, and three thousand recruits to my lady. Please, my lady, lead us, guide us. From now on, we of the Southwestern Garrison are my lady’s battle blade. Wherever my lady’s riding whip points, we will attack there, never abandoning in life or death, never wavering in loyalty!”

“Boom!”

Sabers were raised together, and seven thousand officers and soldiers of the Southwestern Garrison dropped to one knee, kneeling on the ground, looking up at the young woman standing high, shouting in unison, “Never abandoning in life or death! Never wavering in loyalty!”

She was still so young, even somewhat immature. But, in this world, there is a kind of person who, no matter how weak they may appear, their spirit, their vision, is like a flame. Just being near them, endless power emanates. They make people joyfully submit and follow, and willingly pledge allegiance, and Chu Qiao was exactly such a person. When you look at her, you can completely ignore her age, her experience, her identity, and her status, because she is worthy of it. After all, she is what everyone hopes for!

“Commander He,” Chu Qiao stepped forward, with a firm gaze and serious expression. She slowly extended her hand, “On behalf of the king of Yan Bei, I accept your army, your flag, accept your allegiance!”

“Long live! Long live my lady! Long live Yan Bei!”

Soldiers surged forward like a tide, crowding around Chu Qiao, happily waving their sabers and roaring, while that white flag with red clouds flew vigorously above their heads!

On the evening of the twenty-first day of the tenth month of the year 775, on the snowy plain fifty li from North Shuo City, the future Elegant Queen established her first armed force, and the white flag with red clouds publicly flew for the first time over the highlands of Yan Bei. Seven thousand officers and soldiers of the Southwestern Garrison witnessed this historic moment together. That day, they did not know their fate, nor did they understand how today’s events would bring earth-shattering changes to this ancient land of Western Meng. The axle of history began to turn slowly, unstoppable in its forward march. In the not-too-distant future, this flag would be planted on every inch of land: the ancient and solemn Bian Tang, the iron-blooded and valiant Great Xia, the prosperous Huai Song, the vast and ethereal Eastern Sea, the mysterious and dangerous South Hill, and beyond the passes, that fertile thousand-li expanse of crisp grassland! These elite soldiers would dedicate their lives to the oath they took today, achieving their glorious and magnificent sacred name!

At midnight, under Chu Qiao’s leadership, this elite army composed entirely of light cavalry set out from the snowy plain, advancing at full speed toward North Shuo City, resolutely heading toward that battlefield about to erupt.

Chapter 133: Past Affairs

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Late autumn had passed, and the depth of winter approached. After a frost, the air carried several hints of coldness. During early mornings and late evenings, the chill crept in, forcing one to add layers of clothing. Charcoal fires burned in the rooms all day, as time slowly passed through these prolonged, gloomy days.

After midday, someone called at the door, but no one answered for a long while. Huan’er, who was taking an afternoon nap in her room, heard the noise and hurriedly threw on some clothes before running out. She was nineteen this year and had become the senior maid of Qingshan Courtyard. Opening the door, she saw Month Seven standing there, his cloak covered in frost, his features turning bluish from the cold. Startled, she asked urgently, “Why are you in such a disheveled state?”

Month Seven didn’t answer but asked instead, “Where is the Young Master?”

“Young Master went to the plum garden on the back hill this morning. Qing Xi and Jia’er are with him. Is something wrong?”

“Please take me to him quickly.”

Seeing Month Seven’s worried expression, Huan’er slipped her arm into her final sleeve while taking small, hurried steps ahead, repeatedly saying, “Follow me.”

But just as she stepped forward, Month Seven moved aside as a woman entered first. She wore a sky-blue Southern Ring white brocade embroidered with extremely cool, pale green water-dyed patterns. Though simple in style, the cut fit her perfectly, making her appear somewhat slender. Her distant eyebrows were dark as ink, her makeup light. Her beauty was extraordinary, although she appeared somewhat pale, which only added to her melancholy charm against the cold.

“Young Lady, please come this way,” Month Seven said respectfully. Seeing Huan’er still standing dazed, he hurriedly said, “Hurry up!”

“Oh!” Huan’er came to her senses and quickly led the way.

Yesterday’s frost and snow had caused the plum garden’s flowers to burst into bloom all at once. White and red blossoms flourished gloriously, dazzling to the eye. A thin layer of snow covered the ground, reflecting a pure white all around. The sun only vaguely cast weak light, like yellowish willow twigs scattered section by section on the mottled stone slabs.

Qing Xi and Jia’er stood holding cloaks at the corner of an old plum tree, peering into the distance and occasionally whispering to each other.

When Huan’er ran in, a sudden gust of wind rose. Through the dense plum shadows, she caught sight of a young man in blue robes sitting gracefully on a stone bench, holding a wolf-hair brush and gazing at the cold plum blossoms as he painted. A small brazier was placed beneath his water container, with boiling water above it and a fine Hui ink stone. His hood half-concealed his face, his clothes fluttered, his eyes like black jade, his lips like a touch of frost. As the wind passed, plum blossoms scattered onto his shoulders. In that instant, it seemed he could captivate one’s soul.

The silence and the cold in the air momentarily mesmerized the little maid. This time when the Young Master returned, he seemed much thinner. Though he still maintained that aloof, serene demeanor, Huan’er, having served him for so many years, sensitively detected that something was different. The Young Master would drift off while speaking, pause mid-meal without realizing it, and sometimes appear deeply engrossed in a book, yet when she cleaned his study in the evening, she’d find the page unchanged from the previous day.

She had heard that the Young Master had suffered defeat in a family power struggle this time, fallen from favor, and been blamed by the Old Master. He had been punished to kneel in the ancestral temple for three days and nights, then placed under house arrest in Qingshan Courtyard, forbidden to leave.

The Young Master was typically solitary in his conduct and didn’t get along well with his family’s brothers and sisters. When he fell from grace, who knew how many people secretly clapped their hands in delight, yet not one person came forward to speak on his behalf. Now the eldest young master had returned to the estate and had been appointed logistics officer for the northern expedition, clearly showing that the Fourth Young Master was even less favored.

Presumably, the Young Master was troubled by this matter. Ah, such a proud person suddenly reduced to this state. Huan’er frowned, gently biting her lip. The Young Master was quite a good person—far better than many other masters outside. Many people were merely frightened by his exterior.

She grabbed the cloak from Qing Xi’s hands and scolded with furrowed brows, “How foolish! What use are you?”

With that, she ran forward a few steps and draped the silver fox fur cape over Zhuge Yue’s shoulders, saying, “Young Master, it’s so cold. Let’s go back.”

Zhuge Yue looked up, his gaze as clear and quiet as a cold pond. Without speaking, a single glance conveyed all his meaning.

Huan’er immediately retreated, understanding her place, and respectfully said, “Month Seven has brought a young lady to see you, Young Master. She says it’s important.”

Zhuge Yue raised an eyebrow slightly, put down his brush, and said, “Let them in.”

When the woman entered, plum blossoms scattered and snow flew. As their eyes met, even the aloof Zhuge Yue showed a slight shock. His brow furrowed lightly as he stood up, his hood falling back, watching silently as the woman approached through the deep plum blossoms, walking on the snow.

“Fourth Brother.”

The woman smiled faintly. In this era, she was no longer young, appearing to be twenty-four or twenty-five years old. Life had not been kind to her; fine lines adorned the corners of her eyes. Her voice was tender like water as she slowly approached, standing before Zhuge Yue with a gentle smile. Speaking as if nothing had changed, she said, “Still the same temperament. On such a cold day, when everyone else is warming themselves by the fire indoors, you choose to come here and brave the wind. Is your body made of iron?”

In an instant, the years rewound, time flowed backward. The same people, the same tone, and yet somehow, something had fundamentally changed. Zhuge Yue half-opened his lips, seemingly about to say something, but it froze on his lips. Within a breath, the man’s expression returned to normal, and he calmly stepped back, saying quietly, “Lady Helian.”

The woman’s smile instantly froze on her lips. She gently bit her lower lip, revealing a trace of a sorrowful smile, and finally sighed, “Won’t you invite me to sit?”

Zhuge Yue nodded and said, “Please sit.”

Month Seven and Huan’er promptly withdrew. Warm milk tea sat on the charcoal brazier. Zhuge Yue instructed Huan’er to bring a pot of clear tea instead, and the little maid quickly went to fetch it.

The woman smiled and said, “Thank you for remembering that I don’t like the gamey smell of milk tea.”

Zhuge Yue remained silent. The woman felt somewhat awkward and, after thinking for a moment, said, “I’ve heard everything. How are you now?”

Zhuge Yue smiled faintly, responding with polite courtesy, “Quite well.”

In the quiet plum garden, one could only hear the wind moving through the plum branches and the soft falling of snow. The woman sighed gently: “Fourth Brother, we haven’t seen each other for nine years. Don’t you have anything to say to me?”

Zhuge Yue responded calmly, his tone without a trace of emotion: “I wasn’t aware Lady Helian was coming today. My apologies for not greeting you properly.”

“What’s this ‘Lady Helian’?” The woman snorted lightly, her tone carrying hints of self-mockery and sorrow. “The Helian clan has collapsed, and when the tree falls, the monkeys scatter. If it weren’t for Aunt, I wouldn’t be sitting here alive right now.”

Zhuge Yue’s brow furrowed slightly, and he lowered his head in silence. The woman lifted her head, the corners of her mouth curving into a smile as she said, “I know that Aunt came to beg you for help. You arranged things with the exile office of the Ministry of Justice to get me back from the slave bureau and remove my slave status. Otherwise, otherwise…”

As she spoke, tears suddenly fell from her eyes. Zhuge Yue’s brow furrowed deeper, and he said gravely, “You needn’t dwell on this matter. Even without Second Madam’s request, I would have helped.”

“It’s easy to add flowers to brocade, but hard to send charcoal in the snow. When the Helian clan was prosperous, everyone in the family eagerly sought my favor. Once fallen, I was suddenly abandoned, with people desperate to drive me from the household. Only you extended a helping hand to me at such a time.”

Perhaps out of compassion, Zhuge Yue sighed lightly and asked, “What are your plans now that you’ve returned?”

The woman lowered her head and shook it gently: “I don’t know either. Aunt has grown old, and the Second House has long been empty. Although she adopted me back then, I was never entered into the family register. Moreover, I’m now a criminal’s wife. I’ll take it one step at a time. If one day I have nowhere to go, a white silk cord will end it all.”

Zhuge Yue’s brow deepened slightly: “I have some modest property outside. If you don’t mind, I can have Month Seven make arrangements for you.”

The woman glanced up from the corner of her eye, carefully studying Zhuge Yue, feeling that life turned like a bubble, everything hazy as a dream.

Time had passed in the blink of an eye. The once stubborn, solitary youth had grown into a man. The man before her was elegant and aloof. Even temporarily suppressed, the sharp, dazzling light about him remained hard to conceal. His spirit was as quiet as a deep pool, nothing like those mundane beings outside. Reflecting on all she had seen and experienced over the years, she suddenly felt a deep weariness and disgust. She slowly exhaled and said softly, “I know that even if there’s no place for me in the whole world, you would never turn me away.”

Though spoken so calmly, her words fell like a stone into a deep, frozen lake. In a daze, they seemed to return to twelve years ago, when a small orphaned girl whose family had fallen came seeking relatives, only to be turned away. Second, Madam, her aunt by blood, was too timid to help. A ten-year-old boy returning from military school happened to see her crying at the courtyard gate. The boy stood watching for a long time as his brothers, sisters, and more than ten concubines collectively bullied this little girl whose family had lost power. He watched quietly, his gaze serene, not at all like a child of just over ten years.

Finally, amid everyone’s mockery, the boy suddenly and unpredictably walked into the crowd, grabbed the girl’s hand, and headed straight for his courtyard. The First Madam shouted from behind, but the boy casually tossed a bank note to the steward, saying lightly, “For her food,” and then strode away.

After that, she stayed at Qingshan Courtyard, living peacefully for three years under the protection of that ten-year-old child. Later, through his mediation, she was adopted by Second Madam, gaining the status of a proper young lady of the family. It was precisely because of this status that she later managed to climb socially, becoming the wife of the Helian clan’s eldest legitimate son, even though the husband she married at just fifteen was a man over fifty.

He was still young then, and though somewhat solitary, he was still a child, not as cold as he would later become. Over time, they developed a familial bond of mutual support.

This child was stubborn back then. She still remembered how, to tame a wolf dog, he fought it bare-handed for an entire day. His hands and feet were bitten, but he finally subdued the wolf dog.

When Lord Zhuge asked him: Why didn’t you let the dog trainer handle it?

He countered: “Is this my dog or his dog?”

From then on, his status among the clan’s male children became quite different. He was not looked down upon at all despite his mother’s early death.

The Second Young Master of the First House, Zhuge Yi, had always been the family troublemaker. Relying on his birth from the First Madam and the support of the eldest young master Zhuge Huai, he was typically arrogant and domineering. Seeing that Zhuge Yue was favored by Lord Zhuge, he caused trouble for Qingshan Courtyard several times. Once he insisted on having this dog, but Zhuge Yue refused. He then begged the First Madam to intervene personally, and she took the dog away while Zhuge Yue was at military school. When Zhuge Yue returned and found out, he went directly to Huangshan Courtyard. Upon entering, he discovered the dog eating bones at Zhuge Yi’s feet. Without saying anything, he walked over and stabbed a knife directly into the dog’s neck, splashing blood all over himself. Everyone screamed and ran away, leaving only him, crouching there, stroking the convulsing dog’s head, saying nothing, just quietly accompanying it until the dog took its last breath.

She thought then that he was truly a grudge-bearing child. Later, as she grew up, she gradually understood that he didn’t hold grudges—he simply couldn’t tolerate betrayal.

But she had ultimately betrayed him cruelly, leaving with dreams of wealth and glory, abandoning the vast, cold Qingshan Courtyard entirely to him.

But now, she had returned. She remembered everything from the past, knew all that was hidden beneath his proud, cold exterior. She believed everything would be alright again if she were just given another chance.

She stood up, walked to Zhuge Yue’s side, bent down, and gently adjusted the collar of his fur cloak. She pressed her lips together and said warmly, “It’s too cold outside. Let’s go back after a while. We haven’t seen each other for so long.. I’ll personally cook something delicious for you today.”

Zhuge Yue looked at her expressionlessly. His gaze wasn’t particularly cold, but it carried a distant indifference that unconsciously frightened her. She instinctively sensed something was about to go wrong and hurriedly stood up, saying, “I’ll go back first. Another day, I’ll come see you another day.”

The wind rustled the trees, and snowflakes fell with the cold plum blossoms. The woman turned to leave, but Zhuge Yue suddenly called out, “Wanwan.”

Wanwan didn’t turn around. She hastily said, “No need to see me off. I can go by myself.”

“Wanwan!”

The voice behind her suddenly grew stern, as if seeing through her thoughts. The woman stopped immediately, her face pale.

Zhuge Yue’s gaze was distant as he calmly looked at her thin back, saying quietly, “I don’t remember that you dislike the gamey smell of milk tea. I asked the servants to change the tea only because it makes me nauseous, and I wanted something lighter.”

Nothing could have expressed his feelings more clearly than these words. Wanwan’s delicate body trembled slightly, her face turned pale, and she left without another word, as if she had never been there at all.

Zhuge Yue’s expression remained unchanged as he picked up his wolf-hair brush, dipped it in the ink stone a few times, and continued painting.

Soon, Month Seven came forward. Zhuge Yue didn’t look up but said in a deep voice, “How is it?”

“I don’t know, sir. I just returned from the north and saw the young lady standing at the entrance. The doorman was preventing her from entering, so I brought her in.”

“I’m asking about the situation of the war in the north.”

Month Seven was momentarily stunned, then hastily replied, “The heavy snow has blocked the roads, so accurate information can’t get through. However, I heard from passing merchants that Northern Shuo City is already surrounded. Yan Bei’s internal government is unstable and conscripting heavily. They say even children as young as ten have been issued weapons. Several snowstorms have added to Yan Bei’s troubles. Countless civilians have starved to death, and civil unrest has broken out in many places. The war situation is extremely favorable to our Great Xia.”

Zhuge Yue’s brush suddenly froze, and a drop of thick ink fell onto the white rice paper. He remained silent, but his brow furrowed slightly.

“Young Master, the Young Miss is in Northern Shuo City. We have people in Yan Bei’s interior. Should we help her at this critical moment, at least to prevent her from falling into enemy hands?”

Zhuge Yue raised an eyebrow slightly, his tone as cold as the snow on the frontier: “Help her? Do I have any standing to do so?”

Zhuge Yue rose to his full height, his tall figure standing amid the red and white plum blossoms with a unique charm and bearing. He quietly stepped forward, then suddenly turned back and said in a deep voice, “Don’t meddle in so many affairs in the future.”

Month Seven’s forehead beaded with cold sweat as he quickly bowed and said, “This servant will obey. I won’t speak out of turn again.”

“I meant about the Young Lady’s matter.”

Zhuge Yue strode away with Huan’er, Qing Xi, and the others hurriedly following behind. Month Seven stood in the plum garden, feeling the clothes on his back nearly soaked through.

The Young Master has been in a very bad mood lately. I must be careful.

Month Seven cautioned himself this way when suddenly a gust of wind blew up, lifting a corner of the rice paper on the stone table. He quickly stepped forward to hold down the painting. Looking at its contents, he was slightly surprised. The Young Master had sat in the plum garden for half a day, and everyone assumed he was painting plums, but unexpectedly, the drawing depicted a bustling, lively street. With light ink and just a few strokes, he had vividly portrayed the merchants and porters on the street—figures moving about, colorful lanterns burning high—creating an extraordinarily prosperous scene.

The Great Xia regulated commerce, and except during festivals, such lively scenes were rare. In the center of the painting was a woman on a tall horse, fading into the distance. Only her gradually receding back could be seen clearly—slender yet straight, incongruous with the surrounding scenery, faintly exuding a melancholy indifference.

The entire painting was roughly sketched with a few ink strokes, not detailed at all, appearing vague and indistinct. But the object in the woman’s hand was very clear. It had a long handle with a thin line, and the suspended object had long ears and round eyes—at first glance, it looked like a rabbit.

The scenery remains the same as in years past, but the people are not those of former days. That bustling street still exists today, still extraordinarily lively during the Lantern Festival, but the child from those years has long since grown up.

Standing in the center of the plum garden, Month Seven sighed softly and carefully rolled up the painting. The east wind blew catkins as petals fell in profusion.

Huan’er followed Zhuge Yue back to his room. As soon as they entered, she hurried to brew tea and boil water. Suddenly, Zhuge Yue called the maid’s name from the inner chamber. The little maid ran in swiftly, panting as she asked, “Young Master? What is it?”

“Take that down.”

“Ah?” Huan’er was startled. She saw that Zhuge Yue was pointing at a painting directly facing his bed. It depicted a young girl, about eleven or twelve years old, with bright eyes and a sweet smile, wearing a tender yellow upper garment and a light green skirt, looking adorable. This painting had been displayed there for over ten years. The paper had already turned slightly yellow. Everyone knew the painting was extraordinarily meaningful to the Young Master and handled it with great care during cleaning. She never expected the Young Master to ask her to take it down today.

“What? Can’t you reach it?”

“Oh? No, I can.” Huan’er hurriedly moved a chair over, climbed up, and carefully removed the painting from the wall. Then, holding it high above her head, she asked, “Young Master, where shall I put it?”

Zhuge Yue took the tea handed to him by Qing Xi, drank a sip, and said casually, “It’s yours now.”

“What?”

The little maid nearly tumbled over. Seeing that Zhuge Yue was not joking, Huan’er nervously rolled up the painting and, with a worried expression, left the room with the other two maids.

Zhuge Yue approached his desk, which was covered by a large lid. When he removed it, an enormous sand table was revealed, complete with mountains, rivers, and geography. Among them were small flags in five colors—red, yellow, blue, green, and black—densely inserted in the northwest corner.

He sat down and pondered in silence. After half an hour, Zhuge Yue frowned slightly and said slowly, “Not Northern Shuo. They’re going to attack Chiyuan Crossing.”

—*—*—*—*—*—

“Not Northern Shuo! The Xia army’s next target is Chiyuan Crossing!”

The fierce woman frowned and said, “For three whole days, the Xia army has conducted no regular charges, only small-scale harassment and skirmishes. This is abnormal, very abnormal. With the Great Xia’s military strength, if they combined their forces, they would have already launched a fierce attack on Northern Shuo. The current situation indicates that the Xia military’s internal command is not unified, and the forces gathered here are not their main strength…”

“Any new battle reports?” General Cao Mengtong, as if not hearing her, yawned while addressing his other subordinates: “Have the Zhao Qi brothers been frightened by our million-strong army? Have they forgotten the task their father sent them to accomplish?”

Everyone immediately burst into laughter. For these three days, the Yan Bei army had won victory after victory. The Xia army seemed like a block of tofu, scattering at the slightest touch. The troops of Zhao Qi and Zhao Ying appeared disunited. The Northwestern Allied Army favored Great Xia’s new favorite, the Fourteenth Prince Zhao Ying, while the Batuha Family Army followed behind Zhao Qi. Each time they charged, either one side disrupted the other’s formation, or one side ran into the other’s flank. They had no absolute formation whatsoever, merely putting on a show, with neither wanting to be the first to sacrifice troops as cannon fodder.

Before the Yan Bei army could even release their first volley of arrows, the Xia army would shout, “We can’t hold! We can’t withstand it!” and hastily retreat. Even a group of teenage soldiers would be stronger than them. Northern Shuo City housed over 600,000 regular troops and over 300,000 militia—truly a million-strong army as claimed. Originally, people had some apprehension and fear facing Great Xia’s iron-blooded strong army, but after several battles, even the peasant soldiers now dared to venture outside with their hoes.

“It seems we don’t need to wait for His Highness to return. The Xia dogs will retreat and flee back to Zhenhuang.”

Everyone laughed heartily. Lu Zhi, a general under Cao Mengtong, called out, “In my opinion, we should split our army in half now and help His Highness take Meilin Pass.”

“That’s not necessary. We might as well pursue the fleeing Xia troops to Zhenhuang.”

“That’s right!”

With these words, everyone responded in unison. They all chattered, as if they had already won a great victory.

“General Cao!”

Chu Qiao stood up abruptly, her eyes flashing like lightning as she said in a low, stern voice: “General, gentlemen, if you didn’t hear clearly what I just said, I don’t mind repeating it! To this day, we haven’t determined where the enemy’s main force is. The charges and attacks we’ve seen have all been small teams of under ten thousand men. Although the central army flag is among the troops, we haven’t seen the enemy’s main cavalry force. The heavy snow has blocked our information channels. We don’t even know where the enemy camp is located. This is utterly farcical! I don’t understand the Batuha Family and the Northwestern Allied Army, but I know Third Prince Zhao Qi, and I’ve directly clashed with the Fourteenth Prince Zhao Ying on the battlefield. Zhao Qi is a cautious person, careful in his conduct and rigorous in his actions. He would never lead troops to attack so boldly without precaution. Even if he did come, his methods wouldn’t be so clumsy. As for Zhao Ying, though young, he is a senior commander from Great Xia’s Imperial Military Academy, deeply strategic and skilled in tactics. His military discipline is strict, his methods unpredictable. He excels in positional warfare and siege warfare, with rich battle experience in commanding large army groups. This man is resilient and adept at ambushes, known as the ‘Viper’ within the Xia military. He would never make such suicidal attack movements!”

“I ask all of you gentlemen to think carefully. How could Great Xia, which has dominated for nearly a hundred years, have only such capability? They are deceiving us, making us complacent! If I’m not mistaken, Zhao Qi and Zhao Ying must not be in the opposing army now. There’s more than one path to enter Yan Bei. If I were the Xia commander, I would cross the Helan Mountains, break through via Changyin Mountain Ravine, and attack Chiyuan Crossing. Once they gain a foothold there, with attacks from both sides, Northern Shuo would fall without a fight! Fortunately, although we’ve wasted three days, there’s still time. If we now reinforce Chiyuan with 200,000 troops, relying on the terrain, we can certainly withstand the Xia army. Military opportunities are fleeting. Please consider carefully!”

Silence. Deathly silence.

Everyone looked up at this woman in military attire. She stood alone in the vast meeting room, her back straight, her eyes blazing, her body slightly leaning forward, her brows tightly knit, looking at everyone with a serious expression, faintly showing traces of hope and anger.

The wrinkles on Cao Mengtong’s face trembled slightly. Suddenly, he stood up and then walked out the door without a word.

This was the perfect way to express a commander’s emotions. In no time, the vast room was empty except for Chu Qiao. She sighed deeply, sat down helplessly in a chair, supporting her forehead with her hand, the corner of her eye twitching repeatedly.

Entrusting nearly a million lives to this mob of incompetents was simply suicidal for the army. That the quality of Yan Bei’s military had deteriorated to such an extent—allowing people with no battle experience to command large military operations—was truly an unimaginable disaster. Did Yan Xun know about this situation in the army? If he were here, he could still use his prestige to control things, but how could she reverse all this?

These old fogies of the Datong Alliance—they were more valiant than anyone when it came to arguing, quarreling, making trouble, and fighting among themselves. Their ability to shout slogans was unparalleled, and their skill at inciting civil unrest was world-class. But to have them lead troops in battle, formulate battle plans, see through the enemy’s shallow military defense—by god! Wouldn’t that be a waste of talent?

The fire in Chu Qiao’s heart surged unstoppably. Seven groups of messengers had been sent to notify Lady Yu, but not one had returned. If someone who could control the situation didn’t come soon, then in this battle, Yan Bei would undoubtedly be defeated!

The setting sun cast a blood-like glow. Outside, the soldiers’ joyful songs could be heard, interspersed with the clear, tender laughter of children. Chu Qiao didn’t know how long such songs would continue, just as she didn’t know how much longer those people outside would live. If she had an army, even just a hundred men, she could immediately bind those vile officers, but she didn’t. The guards Yan Xun had left her had all been sent to find Lady Yu. Now, she didn’t even have a single messenger guard.

“Should I sneak in tonight and kill all those old fogies?”

This thought flashed through her mind. Chu Qiao frowned in frustration; if she had an AK assault rifle, she would consider the feasibility of this method.

The sky gradually darkened. Chu Qiao slowly stood up. The bright moonlight shone through the window onto the ground. In the darkness, her silhouette was thin and lonely, bearing heavy helplessness and desolation.

Just as she walked out of the City Defense Office, several young soldiers came running in panic. The leader bumped right into her, and seeing her luxurious clothes, suddenly realized his error. He immediately knelt with a thud, repeatedly apologizing.

These men were former serfs who hadn’t yet adapted to Yan Bei’s reforms. When they encountered officers on the road, they still habitually knelt and kowtowed. Chu Qiao saw that these young soldiers were all just children, the oldest being only twelve or thirteen, the youngest possibly not even ten, with their entire bodies not as tall as a rifle. Each held a wooden stick with an iron bar inserted at the end, serving as a spear. Such weapons on the battlefield wouldn’t withstand even a single round against the enemy. Great Xia’s military swords were the sharpest weapons in the world, able to easily pierce all armor and effortlessly cut through these children’s so-called “spears.”

To call them soldiers would be less appropriate than calling them beggars, yet they constituted a significant part of Northern Shuo’s million-strong army. Chu Qiao felt a profound sense of helplessness, like falling into the sea with seaweed entangling her feet, unable to swim ashore no matter how hard she struggled.

Chu Qiao’s brow was tightly furrowed, feeling as if her heart was being firmly gripped. After Yan Xun left, Cao Mengtong had been recruiting soldiers indiscriminately. All refugees within a hundred-mile radius were gathered—women forced to become military prostitutes, men conscripted into the army, and the elderly enlisted as laborers. In an instant, Northern Shuo had become a hellish inferno. The officers of the Datong Alliance, like beggars who had suddenly become emperors above thousands, committed atrocities that would make even Great Xia’s nobles feel ashamed. Chu Qiao had attempted to remonstrate several times but was shut out. After killing a few soldiers who had abused civilians, those common people who refused to be enslaved either fled the city or hid in the Advisory Department, which was now filled.

This was Yan Bei’s free regime. These were the leaders who had fought for Yan Bei’s independence for years. These were the future and hope that the people of Yan Bei had eagerly supported!

Chu Qiao took a deep breath. The people suffering from hardships had welcomed their destroyers with drums and gongs!

The woman’s fist was clenched tightly, as if to crush something. When Yan Xun returned, when he came back, she would definitely…

“My Lady,” the leader of the children called timidly, “are you Lady Chu from the Advisory Department?”

Chu Qiao lowered her head and saw that this child was barely eleven or twelve years old. His thin arms looked as if they could break with just a little force. His complexion was sallow, clearly malnourished, with only his eyes still flashing with childlike intelligence—black, round, and darting. He wore a tattered coat with a large padded jacket outside, so worn that the cotton padding was visible.

“How do you know me?”

“There’s only one female officer in the army!” The child soldier said happily. “My Lady, we’ve all heard that you’re a good officer!”

The children behind immediately crowded forward, unafraid and chattering: “My sister is in the Advisory Department. You saved her! Do you know her, My Lady?”

“My mother is there too!”

“My Lady, we saw you cut down that soldier the day before yesterday. You were so amazing!”

“Yes, My Lady, speak to us for a while, teach us a few skills. We’re about to go to the battlefield!”

“Yes, My Lady, talk to us! Teach us how to kill enemies!”

“My Lady, say something!”

Looking at the faces of these children barely in their teens, Chu Qiao suddenly felt as if her heart had stopped. She began to doubt—doubt her beliefs, doubt her values, doubt the correctness of her actions. She even considered turning around and rushing back to the City Defense Office to continue the horrifying thought she’d had in the meeting room. But thinking was one thing; she just stood there, not moving, doing nothing. The torchlight shone on her face, bright and blood-red.

Her voice was low and hoarse, with a suppressed quality. She spoke slowly, emphasizing each word: “When charging, don’t run at the front.”

Then, as if unable to bear it any longer, she immediately turned and walked away quickly, leaving behind a group of dumbfounded children staring at her back. The child soldiers scratched their heads in confusion, watching her silhouette and wondering: Why did the Lady’s words differ from what the officers said?

Just as she reached the corner of the long street, Chu Qiao stopped. She simply didn’t dare to continue facing the children’s eyes, nor could she encourage them to do well, to be loyal to their country and win this battle. She thought she had been hardened by war like steel and iron, but now she knew she was far from it.

“General Cao has finally won such a victory, yet you said in the meeting that Great Xia was deliberately showing weakness to numb everyone’s senses. Naturally, he doesn’t want to believe you.”

A cold voice suddenly sounded beside her ear. Chu Qiao turned her head to see Xue Zhiyuan leaning against a wall with his arms folded, looking at her sideways with an expression that seemed somewhat gleeful at her misfortune.

Chu Qiao now felt complete disgust for these native Datong Alliance officers. She snorted coldly and turned to leave.

“Is His Highness planning to abandon us?”

After just one step, Xue Zhiyuan suddenly asked the shocking question. Chu Qiao immediately stopped and slowly turned back, her gaze as sharp as a knife, her tone low: “What did you say?”

“His Highness and Mr. Wu are rare military leaders from Yan Bei. They took the elite forces of the First Army to attack Meilin Pass, yet left no one to defend Northern Shuo, giving the Second Army’s main force ten days to directly confront the Xia army and wear each other down. Military experts like Lady Yu are merely stationed in Blue City, not reinforcing Northern Shuo. Military strategists like Lady Chu have no power. The entire Northern Shuo City has fallen into the hands of a mob that knows nothing about military affairs. Heh, if I hadn’t seen that Lady Chu hasn’t left Northern Shuo, I would truly believe that His Highness has decided to abandon the Second Army.”

In an instant, it was as if lightning had struck her mind. It wasn’t that she hadn’t thought of it; she just didn’t want to believe it.

Would Yan Xun not know what kind of person Cao Mengtong was, what the Second Army was like, what the Datong Alliance was? What was his intention in attacking Meilin Pass at this time? Was it truly to catch Xia’s army off guard, prevent the crisis of fighting on two fronts, and encircle the Northern Expedition Army from the west? Or was it to allow these ten days for the Northern Expedition Army and the Second Army to fight until both were damaged?

Otherwise, why would he hand military power to Cao Mengtong? Why not leave Mr. Wu to oversee Northern Shuo? Why send her to seek refuge with Lady Yu in Blue City? Why had none of the seven groups of people she sent to find Lady Yu returned?

What was the reason behind all this? Could it be, as Xue Zhiyuan suggested, that everything was Yan Xun’s arrangement? Was the purpose to consume the Second Army’s main force and stabilize his position in Yan Bei using the Great Xia’s hand?

But for such a purpose, disregarding hundreds of thousands of civilians and placing Yan Bei in danger—was it worth it? Could Yan Xun do such a thing?

“But even if His Highness is clever, General Cao is no fool. In ten days, those hundreds of thousands of militia can hold on. When His Highness returns, only the civilian army will have been consumed. The Second Army’s main force will remain intact. His Highness’s plan doesn’t seem to be working out well.”

“In my homeland, unfounded speculation about one’s superior is punishable by military law!”

The young woman glanced sharply and suddenly said coldly.

Xue Zhiyuan was momentarily stunned. Then Chu Qiao continued coldly: “You needn’t try to instigate. Even if Yan Bei’s internal situation is unstable and the Datong Alliance is seriously competing for power, His Highness wouldn’t use the entire Northern Shuo City as a stake in this game of attrition! Even if everything is as you say, I believe he is not someone who would stop at nothing for power and profit. From a strategic perspective, His Highness’s counterattack on Meilin Pass is a perfect ambush, with no tactical problems! Lady Yu hasn’t responded, which must be due to reasons we don’t know. This battle concerns the life and death of all Yan Bei. Only the blind and ignorant are still fighting for power and scheming against each other here. Once Yan Bei falls, its regime will vanish in an instant, and everyone will be on the road to the underworld. With all your spare time, you might as well train the recruits, so at least you won’t die so miserably!”

Xue Zhiyuan’s brow darkened coldly as he said, “If My Lady is so confident, why repeatedly send people to notify Lady Yu? If it’s as you say, three days is enough time to make a round trip from here to Blue City. Why hasn’t Lady Yu appeared yet? If Lady Yu hadn’t received orders from above, do you think she would stand by and watch Northern Shuo being mismanaged without intervening?”

Chu Qiao’s heart sank. Just as she was about to argue, she heard a warhorse rapidly approaching. Everyone on the street made way as the rider shouted, “Lady Chu! Where is Lady Chu?”

“I’m here!”

Seeing the man, Chu Qiao’s face lit up with joy. Standing on tiptoe, she called, “I’m here!”

The warhorse galloped forward. The man jumped down and ran up, shouting, “My Lady!”

“What happened? Why are you back only now? Where are the others? Did you see Lady Yu?”

“My Lady, we encountered bandits on the road. All our brothers were held by the bandits!”

“What?”

Chu Qiao and Xue Zhiyuan exclaimed simultaneously. Chu Qiao asked incredulously, “What bandits are so bold? You had over five hundred men in total. How could you be held by bandits?”

“My Lady, though our numbers weren’t small, they had more—over seven thousand.”

“Nonsense!” Xue Zhiyuan coldly shouted. “You were careless and now blame it on bandits. Volunteer armies are everywhere in Yan Bei now. Where would seven thousand bandits come from? You’re shirking responsibility!”

The guard’s eyebrows shot up as he righteously declared, “General Xue, though we brothers may lack ability, we have fought alongside His Highness north and south as elite troops. Even if we were to die in battle, we wouldn’t flinch. If there’s a single falsehood in what I say today, may I be pierced by ten thousand arrows and die a miserable death!”

Chu Qiao’s face turned pale as she asked, one word at a time, “What about the first group? The team escorting my sisters to Blue City—were they also held up?”

The guard’s expression immediately darkened. He kowtowed to the ground and said sorrowfully, “This servant is incompetent. Please punish me, Young Lady.”

Chu Qiao took a deep breath, thinking of the Jing family women and wondering how frightened they might be. She asked gravely, “How are they now? What demands do these bandits have? Have they harmed our people?”

The guard immediately perked up and quickly answered, “No, not one was harmed. They ambushed us, and even our injured brothers were few. Originally, they were fierce, threatening us to deliver a message, but when they heard we were Lady’s subordinates, their attitude greatly improved.”

Chu Qiao was startled and asked, “What did you say?”

“My Lady, these people didn’t know who we were. They intercepted us only to find someone to deliver a message. They said they wanted to see you.”

“They want to see me?”

“Yes.”

Chu Qiao’s brow furrowed as she asked, “Who is their leader?”

“A man in his thirties, extremely valiant in battle. He’s not an ordinary bandit but seems to have received formal training. Their entire force is of very high quality with excellent individual combat skills. Their weapons and equipment are complete, though they don’t wear regular military uniforms. They refused to reveal their identity, only saying they had no ill intentions. Once you see him, they said, you’ll know who they are.”

Chu Qiao frowned, pondering for a moment before suddenly saying, “Prepare horses. Let’s go meet them.”

“Are you crazy?” Xue Zhiyuan grabbed her hand. Although the two had always been adversaries, they were still in the same trench. The man said gravely, “Leaving the city now—don’t you value your life?”

Chu Qiao turned to look at him, her expression serious: “My sisters and subordinates are all in their hands.”

“So what? Can you alone defeat them?”

“Does General Xue want to provide me with troops? Not many—five thousand would suffice.”

Xue Zhiyuan was immediately at a loss for words. He was only a vanguard commander. Now that Cao Mengtong wanted to preserve the Second Army’s strength, he couldn’t mobilize even five hundred men, let alone five thousand.

Chu Qiao snorted coldly, mounted the warhorse brought by the guard, and, following behind him, coldly commanded, “Hya!”

The warhorse reared up and galloped towards the city gate, leaving only dust behind.

Xue Zhiyuan’s eyebrow arched. Just then, a soldier led a horse over. He seized it and followed behind Chu Qiao, racing towards the West Gate.

Chapter 132: Message by Wild Goose

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In Yan Bei, the land was frozen with heavy snow falling, while in Huai Song, wind and rain poured down, making the day as dark as dusk.

No lamps were lit in the hall; only candlelight flickered deeply. The spacious Moji Hall was filled with floating azure gauze. The long corridor was paved with white pear wood, appearing simple but worth its weight in gold. Each step on it produced a unique echo, ancient and resonant, as if penetrating through ancient times, singing an old sacrificial tune at the edge of the horizon.

The palace halls had hung pure white lanterns early. Today was the death anniversary of the late Emperor Nalan Lie. Palace attendants had all changed into plain white ceremonial clothes, and even the red chrysanthemums blooming in front of the palace gates were wrapped with white silk. The drizzle fell desolately, creating a bleak atmosphere.

The sound of jade pendants jingled as a woman in palace attire with a phoenix coronet and hair bun walked slowly across the great hall. She had fine eyebrows, thin lips, and bright starlike eyes. Her bearing was elegant and distinguished. Though not stunningly beautiful, she was as serene as an orchid, with a complexion like snow.

At the end of the hall was a small table on the floor. Around it, several palace servants were shouting loudly, their faces flushed with bulging veins. A young man in a deep robe embroidered with coiled dragons was also squeezed among them, gesticulating wildly. Though he was eighteen or nineteen years old, he looked like a mischievous child of six or seven.

The matron on the left frowned, stepped forward, and said: “The Princess Imperial has arrived. Why aren’t you paying your respects?”

Upon hearing this, those who had been playing immediately turned around. Seeing the woman standing in the center, everyone hurriedly came forward, knelt to the ground, and called out loudly: “Greetings to the Princess Imperial! May the Princess live for thousands of years!”

“You may all rise.”

The woman in plain clothes nodded quietly. Her voice was clear and faint, carrying an ethereal quality as thin as morning mist. She looked at the young man in the deep yellow robe among the crowd and gently beckoned: “Yu’er, come here.”

The young man scratched his head, somewhat reluctantly walking over. The servants beside the woman hurriedly bowed, saying: “We pay our respects to Your Majesty.”

The young Emperor didn’t even look at them, carelessly waving his hand. When he raised his head, saliva was dripping from the corner of his mouth. Like a child afraid of his teacher, he said to the woman in the middle: “Imperial Sister, I didn’t cause trouble.”

In the hall’s candlelight, the woman took out a handkerchief embroidered with orchids and gently wiped away the saliva from the young Emperor’s mouth, saying: “Imperial Sister knows.”

The Emperor lowered his head, muttering something, but others couldn’t hear clearly. The woman sighed and asked: “Today is Father Emperor’s death anniversary. Why doesn’t Yu’er want to go to the temple to offer incense? And why did you have someone beat Attendant Lu?”

The Emperor’s voice was very small as he lowered his head and said: “I… I don’t want to go…”

The woman bowed her head and asked with great patience: “Why? Can you tell Imperial Sister?”

“Because, because,” the Emperor raised his head, his fair and handsome face flushed red as he argued: “Because Prince Changlin and the others always mock me… I don’t like playing with them.”

The rain outside made crisp sounds. A breeze blew through the corridor, bringing in a damp smell. After a long while, the woman nodded and said: “If you don’t want to go, then don’t go.”

She told the group of servants kneeling on the ground: “Keep His Majesty company and play well.”

“Yes!”

A group of half-grown children, around twelve or thirteen years old, responded in unison. The woman turned and left with her attendants. Soon, the sounds of commotion rose again behind her, and the sound was surprisingly joyful.

Who could have imagined that the Emperor of Huai Song, which occupied the most fertile regions of the continent, was a veritable fool? His mental capacity would forever remain at that of a ten-year-old child, never growing up. This matter was the highest secret of the Huai Song royal family. The Princess Imperial of Huai Song had meticulously planned for many years, always concealing this fact from outsiders. But now, as Nalan Hong Yu gradually grew older, the time for him to come of age and take power was repeatedly delayed. Voices of opposition and questioning in the court grew stronger, and she finally began to feel that she could not support everything alone.

Years ago, Nalan Lie, who had campaigned all his life and opened up vast maritime territories in the east, looked at his young daughter and foolish son on his deathbed. He only heaved a long sigh, saying “Too much killing!” before sadly departing from the world, leaving the vast and magnificent empire entirely on the shoulders of the girl who was not yet fifteen at the time. In the blink of an eye, five years had passed.

Looking at the thin figure walking slowly ahead, Lady Cloud felt a moment of daze. Without realizing the passing years, the young girl with twin buns hanging by her shoulders had now passed her twentieth year. Her flowering youth had slowly passed in the deep palace walls. Although outside there were rumors about how astute and decisive the Princess Imperial was, how incredibly wise, and even in recent years, some secretly suspected that the Princess Imperial was usurping power and authority, even imprisoning the Emperor and monopolizing power, only she knew how much bitterness was in the heart of the woman before her.

Five years in a woman’s life, how many five-year periods are there?

“Princess, it’s late. Please return to your palace to rest.”

Nalan Hong Ye gently shook her head: “There are still some official documents in Yuhao Hall that need to be reviewed.”

Lady Cloud hurriedly said, “Then let’s bring them back to your palace to review?”

Looking at the anxious face of the old matron who had taken care of her since she was small, Nalan Hong Ye smiled faintly and said: “Alright.”

Lady Cloud was delighted and immediately ordered someone to go to Yuhao Hall to fetch the documents. In a short while, bright palace lamps were lit in Roufu Hall, creating a dazzling gold and green splendor. Although Nalan Hong Ye was not a person who liked to flaunt her status, everyone in the palace knew who the actual master was, so they naturally served her with extreme care.

It was almost the third watch of the night. Lady Cloud had secretly come in to check several times, and finally saw that the stack of unreviewed documents on the table was gradually diminishing. But in the end, she noticed the Princess Imperial holding a border dispatch for a long time without writing anything. She finally couldn’t help but enter and ask with a frown: “Princess, what matter is so difficult to decide? It’s the third watch already, and you have court early tomorrow morning.”

“Hmm? It’s a commercial report from the border.”

Nalan Hong Ye was slightly stunned, and upon being interrupted, showed a trace of embarrassment. She brushed away the stray hair in front of her eyes, and did not conceal anything from this person closest to her, saying: “Great Xia has already sent troops to attack Yan Bei. Yan Bei urgently needs medicine and provisions, and wants to exchange minerals for our weapons.”

Lady Cloud was not an ordinary woman; she frowned slightly: “Didn’t we just send a batch a few days ago?”

“Mere trifles, a drop in the bucket. Marquis Changle and Prince Jinjiang strongly opposed it, using the excuse that naval wars in the East Sea are imminent. The supplies were greatly insufficient. Moreover, because of the northern war, prices have soared. The gold received from the Yan Heir has almost been spent.”

Nalan frowned slightly, then suddenly heard commotion from the direction of Qin’an Hall. She stood up and asked: “What’s happening outside?”

Lady Cloud hurriedly went out for a moment and returned with a smile: “It’s nothing. The young prince was crying at night. The Empress was worried that the young prince would catch a cold and fall ill, so she sent for the Imperial Physician.”

Nalan raised an eyebrow and asked: “What did the Imperial Physician say?”

“The Imperial Physician said it was nothing, just a child being hungry at night.”

Nalan smiled slightly, her smile plain, her eyes calm, with a trace of wise light: “This child is the hope of our Great Song. No wonder the Empress is so attentive. Auntie, you have experience; when you have free time, please look after him more.”

“Yes.”

Nalan slowly sat down and gently exhaled. It was fortunate that Yu’er had such a child. Since it was already impossible to help him take power, they could only place their hopes on this child.

But how many more years would that take?

She shook her head lightly, not willing to think about these matters anymore. She casually wrote “To be reviewed” on the document and then put it aside.

Lady Cloud frowned, wanting to say something but ultimately didn’t. Over the years, the Princess had always paid close attention to matters concerning Yan Bei. Especially after Yan Bei’s independence, Huai Song changed its usual style and took the great risk of getting involved. She thought that such a wise person as the Princess must have her profound meaning in this that she couldn’t understand.

Just as countless citizens of Great Song said, the Princess was a star descended from heaven, as clear and bright as a mirror.

Nalan came to the window and pushed open the gauze curtains. Rain was striking the banana leaves, making pattering sounds. In the distance, the lotus pond was serene, with oblique waters gleaming. Occasionally, a brocade carp would leap above the water surface, flipping its snow-white belly.

Nalan felt a chill in her heart and stood silently. The servants gradually withdrew, and Lady Cloud also prepared the bed and left the room. For a moment, the entire world seemed to quiet down, and only the sparse raindrops and the croaking of frogs at night could be heard.

She suddenly remembered many years ago, a rainy night under the banana trees when she was just over ten years old, a youth with eyes shining like stars, and their small white hands clapping together…

A sworn friendship, never to be abandoned.

In those years, when Father Emperor was alive and the royal family was prominent, she was showered with countless affections. Following Uncle Prince Anling on a diplomatic mission to Great Xia, she disguised herself and claimed to be Prince Anling’s young son, Xuan Mo. She accidentally met the Yan Bei Crown Prince, who was being held hostage in Zhenhuan. After one month together, they formed a deep friendship and swore brotherhood. From then on, they corresponded between north and south for many years without interruption.

Thinking of those days, she was mischievous and clever, and Yan Xun was bright and unrestrained. The children of the Mu He family, though mischievous and spoiled, had no malice. Zhuge Huai was mature beyond his years, Zhuge Yue was solitary and difficult to get along with, and although Zhao Che was arrogant, he was often teased by Yan Xun, Mu He Xi Feng, and others, becoming furious with bulging veins. Once, he chased Mu He Xi Feng through more than thirty palace gates with a sword, vowing to settle the matter with life and death. And as for the little Zhao Song, he was always dragging his snot, crying and pleading to join the group in their games, but everyone thought he was too young, and no one was willing to take him along.

Ten years had passed in the blink of an eye. Now, things had changed, and the faces from those days had undergone countless transformations. Some wielded great power, some suffered countless hardships, some were ambitious, some were full of sorrow, and others had already turned to white bones and dust, scattered away.

From her bosom, she took out the letter that had just been delivered to the palace this morning. But in just one day, the corners of the letter had already become slightly wrinkled. The paper was warm and carried a faint fragrance of the woman’s body. Upon opening it, upright and thin handwriting immediately came into view:

“Worthy Brother Xuan Mo, a great battle is about to begin in Yan Bei. Your elder brother will soon head to the battlefield. Before leaving, after much consideration, I still need to ask for your help in managing military supplies and provisions. Half a month ago, I went to Song to meet the Princess Imperial of that country. Princess Nalan is noble and promised to support Yan Bei with provisions. However, as your country’s eastern coast is about to face war, I deeply fear that there will be opposing voices in the court and society. If the Princess Imperial’s intentions change, I ask that you mediate and appease the court officials. This matter concerns the life and death of Yan Bei. I have no choice but to shamelessly ask for your help. I hope that, considering our friendship of many years, you will lend a hand. I, your brother, am far away in distant mountains and will certainly be grateful for your kindness.

I heard that you got married a month ago to a good woman from Huai’an. Your brother has no great congratulatory gift, only a jade hairpin to give to your wife, wishing you a harmonious marriage and to grow old together.

P.S.: I finally met the extraordinarily beautiful and unparalleled Princess Imperial of your country, whom you’ve spoken of. However, her face veil was half a finger thick, and her speech was as dull as an old woman’s. She was abundantly dignified but lacking in vitality. I feel that your aesthetic taste is quite unusual. If I have the chance to see her again, I will certainly toast a large cup of wine to your taste.”

Nalan’s brow furrowed slightly as she read the phrases “face veil half a finger thick,” “speech as dull as an old woman’s,” “abundantly dignified but lacking in vitality” several times. The young woman was slightly angry, and her usually calm face showed some annoyance.

The night wind blew in, lifting the hem of her garment, carrying a faint fragrance of orchids.

Taking a sheet of white paper from the desk, she ground the ink, picked up a brush, thought silently for a long time, and then wrote:

“Having received your letter, I know that you will soon leave for the front lines. I am very concerned for you. The battlefield is dangerous, and swords and knives have no eyes. I hope you take great care. I am still waiting for our appointment fifteen years from now, to get drunk with you at Pengrui Tower, appreciate the autumn lake water together, play the white silk zither, and half-sing the Western River Moon. You must not break your promise and grow fat, abandoning me.

The Princess Imperial of my humble country is dignified and elegant, virtuous and good, a model of womanhood and a rare treasure of Huai Song. How could an ordinary person easily see her? You have long been on the battlefield, and your aesthetic sense has been greatly damaged. Hearing your words, I am deeply grieved and extremely worried about your future.

Regarding provisions and military supplies, please do not worry. Since the Princess Imperial has already promised, she will certainly comply. If there are changes, I will do my utmost to mediate and plan for you. With the great battle in Yan Bei imminent, I sit alone on the tower every night, looking northwest, waiting for news of your victory.”

After finishing writing, the light rain outside had stopped. Nalan sat quietly alone, holding the jade hairpin, which felt extremely warm to the touch. It was completely white, with a cold plum blossom carved at the top. The petals and stamens were visible, elegant, and pure. Though not gorgeous, it was exquisitely crafted.

Give it to your brother’s wife? Did she need to send it to Xuan Mo’s new bride?

The Princess Imperial of Nalan rarely revealed a warm smile. She casually took the document marked “To be reviewed” from the desk and wrote: “Approved.”

Outside the window, the sky was turning white. The long night was about to pass. Nalan stood up, walked to the window, and silently looked to the northwest. Clouds and rosy light gradually appeared on the horizon. The air was fresh after the rain. The morning bell rang leisurely, and the sound of the morning court announcement spread from the rear hall in the distance.

Nalan took a deep breath, closed her eyes to rest, and when she opened them again, there was a clear light in them.

She still needed to find a way to persuade those old ministers who opposed interfering in the war between Great Xia and Yan Bei. She rubbed her eyes, thinking that she would have to use the pretense that the Princess Imperial’s maneuvering and far-sighted planning all had deep meaning behind them.

She smiled lightly, suddenly showing a touch of girlish playfulness. People always have moments of willfulness.

Some people, some things, were never possible in a lifetime. She simply wouldn’t hold out hope. She knew that she needed to protect Huai Song, protect the Emperor, protect her brother’s child, protect the Nalan lineage.

The sky was clear. Princess Imperial Nalan’s expression was calm as she slowly lifted the curtain and said softly: “Prepare for my toilette. I must get ready for court.”

Chapter 131: Deep Affection

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After stabilizing the military’s morale, Yan Xun immediately launched swift and decisive reforms. He first verified the military registers and extracted one-third of the Black Hawk Army, dispersing them among various divisions. These personnel mostly served in administrative positions within the army, hardly interfering with the main combat authority of the military department. The various division commanders who had been concerned about Yan Xun seizing power were greatly relieved by this arrangement. They happily assigned these personnel elegant-sounding titles: Imperial Historiographers (scribes who wrote morale-boosting speeches after military victories), Provisions Registrars (officials recording daily supply movements), Weapons Inspection Officers (managing weapon losses), Camp Correspondence Officers (writing letters home for soldiers and overseeing the distribution of correspondence), and Battlefield Commissary Supervisors (authority limited to managing kitchen utensils in logistics, yet they were the officers with the closest relationships to the soldiers), among many others.

Those poor generals from Yan Bei, born and bred in military service, had no understanding of the strategic significance these seemingly insignificant positions held for an army. Before Chu Qiao, a commander trained in modern military tactics, and Yan Xun, an old hand who had been immersed in power struggles for over a decade, their wisdom was as thin as the membrane of an eggshell. The very evening of the military reforms, the commanders of various divisions gathered in small groups, congratulating each other on yet another victory against the upper echelons, celebrating once more their triumph over Yan Xun—that pretty boy who had returned from the imperial city to reap benefits without effort—and celebrating how the Yan Bei local forces had once again maintained a high degree of autonomous authority. They drank themselves into a stupor, completely dispelling any concerns about Yan Xun seizing power upon his return to Yan Bei. Everyone was flushed with excitement, feeling that their future was bright with hope. Meanwhile, on the desk of that “pretty boy” whom they repeatedly mentioned, there already lay a thick stack of internal documents from various divisions.

The content of these documents covered everything from the actual numbers, composition, combat effectiveness, supply allocation, and weapons status of each army unit, down to the loyalty of each squad leader toward their superiors, the actual distribution of night sentries, which team leader was brave in battle, which was unruly, which would lag, which had tendencies toward instability, and even which division commander kept a mistress where, where they had an illegitimate child, which bank they frequented, which underground gambling den they had a bad record in, who loved to drink, who loved to hoard wealth, who had a bad temper, who often beat people, who was foolish without ambition, and who was unpopular. The intelligence was diverse and all-encompassing. After Chu Qiao led the staff officers in working through the night to systematically analyze and integrate everything, Yan Xun had, through this subtle and imperceptible method, thoroughly mastered firsthand information about the entire Yan Bei armed forces. The completeness and detail of the information would surely leave the subjects themselves in awe.

They had no idea that, in just one night, an invisible hand had already extended over their heads. The power of this hand was immense, and in the years to come, everyone would deeply experience its might.

This was the predecessor of the famous Sparrow Corps, which would later achieve remarkable feats in the Second Northern Expedition, the Third Northern Expedition, and even during the three-year Western Defense War. It was they who repeatedly safeguarded Yan Bei’s regime and dignity, saving the fate of Yan Bei and even the entire continent during critical moments, becoming the most legendary force on the Western plains—a steel-blooded army capable of both offense and defense, charging forward irresistibly at the sound of the bugle with unstoppable war horses, and when lying low, immediately dispersing into invisibility while coordinating all intelligence. Their combat capability was unmatched in the contemporary world, except for the future Beautiful Army and the Seventh Division of the Qinghai King’s secret personal troops.

Of course, at this moment, no one could witness the power of this corps. After the morning military bugle sounded, the soldiers gazed toward Northern Shuo, parted ways, and set off on their respective journeys filled with weapons and bloodshed.

Chu Qiao stood at the gates of Northern Shuo. Directly ahead were three thousand vanguard troops from the First Liberation Army and the remaining twenty thousand soldiers of the Black Hawk Army. Yan Xun was fully armored, wearing a black fur coat with sword and blade ready. The cold wind blew past his temples, lightly brushing against the man’s thin yet resilient profile. She suddenly felt cold, gently pursing her lips, wanting to say something but feeling her throat tighten, as if everything that needed to be said had already been spoken, leaving only deep concern and reluctance.

“Let me go with you.” She finally uttered these words, though knowing it was a futile hope, she still clung to his sleeve pitifully, pleading once more.

“Ah Chu, be good.” Yan Xun grasped Chu Qiao’s hand, brought it to his mouth and breathed on it, then affectionately rubbed it, saying in a gentle voice: “Meilin Pass is a thousand miles away, the weather is bitterly cold, and the climate is abnormal these days. Your health isn’t good—how could you endure such a long and arduous journey? Moreover, this place needs someone I trust to coordinate everything and send battle reports to me regularly. Great Xia won’t attack for some time, and Northern Shuo is still some time away from becoming the main battlefield. I will send someone to escort you to Lan City in the rear, where Lady Yu’s forces are. You will receive her help and care, and that will set my mind at ease.”

They had gone over these words countless times last night, and Chu Qiao knew there was no hope in asking, but she still felt unhappy. She sullenly lowered her head, hanging it without a word.

“Your Highness, it’s time to depart,” A’Jing approached and said softly.

“Wait a moment,” Yan Xun looked up, his face dark, saying in an extremely unfriendly tone: “Can’t you see I’m discussing important military matters with Director Chu?”

A’Jing hit a major snag and immediately bowed carefully, no longer daring to disturb Prince Yan and Director Chu of the Staff Department as they discussed “important military matters.”

“Ah Chu, don’t act like a child. Ten days at most, and I’ll return.”

Yan Xun bent down, bringing his head under Chu Qiao’s downcast face, gently pinching her cheek, his smile as warm as a mouse that had stolen honey: “I know Ah Chu is incredibly capable. Having you by my side is worth more than ten reinforced battalions, more useful than a hundred military advisors. Just standing at the gates of Meilin Pass would make everyone inside flee and surrender immediately. All resistance would melt away like water, and the Great Xia bandits would weep and beg for mercy, laying down their arms in surrender, prostrating themselves before your divine might. But what can I do? You’re needed here too. Without you here, I can’t eat or sleep properly, and my mind wanders. So please, Director Chu, take pity on this small wish of mine and help me manage this mess in Northern Shuo.”

With a snort of laughter, the sulking person finally turned from anger to joy, landing a light punch on Yan Xun’s shoulder, pouting: “Smooth talker.”

Yan Xun exaggeratedly made a gesture of relief, wiping his forehead with his hand and shaking it off as if he could shake off buckets of sweat, clicking his tongue: “Finally, the storm has passed. It was more exhausting than fighting an entire Northern Expedition.”

Chu Qiao’s eyes widened: “You’re still talking!”

“No more, no more,” Yan Xun hurriedly apologized: “I was talking nonsense, being too talkative. Please don’t nitpick, Director Chu.”

Chu Qiao snorted, with an expression of having just pardoned him, making Yan Xun laugh heartily. In the distance, soldiers were craning their necks, wondering why Prince Yan and Director Chu could discuss military affairs with such animation, sometimes bowing respectfully, beaming with excitement. Perhaps Director Chu had decided to assassinate the Xia Emperor in Zhenhuan City?

“You must be careful, you know. On the battlefield, swords and knives have no eyes. Don’t recklessly put yourself in danger.”

Even the most fierce and powerful woman would become disoriented in certain situations, just like now. After realizing she wouldn’t be able to accompany him, she began to chatter incessantly again.

“Yes, I understand,” Yan Xun nodded obediently, his attitude very good.

“Although the First Army is commanded by Mr. Wu, the internal factions within the corps are complex, with deep infiltration from the Datong Society. You must be careful of fires from the rear and internal instability.”

“Don’t worry, I’ve noted it.”

“Meilin Pass is too far north, and the weather is cold. You also have health issues, so pay attention to keeping warm, wear more clothes, use more blankets at night, and remember to take the medicine prescribed by the medical officer on time.”

“Alright, I will pay attention.”

“Remember to keep a basin of water by your bedside when you sleep. You often cough, and the smoke from the brazier is too strong, which is bad for your health.”

“Yes, I’ll remember.”

“Leave the negotiations with the Quanrong people to others, don’t handle it personally. We don’t understand their attitudes, so we must be vigilant against changes.”

“Don’t worry.”

“Remember to write to me every day. If I don’t receive news from you for three days, I’ll immediately go to Meilin Pass to find you.”

Someone moaned weakly: “Even if I die, I’ll remember to write and inform you first.”

Who knew that the one chattering would immediately become anxious: “Why talk about dying? If you say that again, I’ll pack my bags and follow you immediately!”

Yan Xun hastily declared: “I was talking nonsense, my crime is great. Ah Chu, if we continue talking, it will be dark soon.”

“What does it matter if it gets dark? If it’s dark, then leave tomorrow.”

Yan Xun’s tears were almost flowing down. He could only choose to groan helplessly, not daring to express any reactionary remarks.

“How many overcoats did you bring?”

“Five.”

“What about boots? There’s snow everywhere, and it melts once near a fire. Remember not to wear wet boots.”

“Yes, I know.”

“Did you bring hand warmers? How many? Is it enough?”

“Ah Chu,” Yan Xun was covered in black lines: “You packed my luggage.”

“Oh? Did I? I forgot.” Chu Qiao’s attitude was very natural. “Let me see, did you bring knee protectors? Oh yes. Do you have enough socks? Oh, you brought eighty pairs. Is the hood thick enough? It’s fine, it’s made of bear skin, and I also sewed a fox fur lining on the outside.”

Chu Qiao unloaded the luggage from the carriage, squatted on the ground, and looked through it back and forth. After a while, she seemed to suddenly remember something and jumped up, shouting: “Is there enough charcoal? I only packed one cartload for you.”

Yan Xun wearily replied: “It’s enough, Ah Chu, it’s enough. Don’t worry, our troops are stationed all along the way. Even if it’s not enough, we can replenish from the army.”

“How can that be acceptable?” Chu Qiao frowned: “We use white orchid charcoal, which produces the least smoke. The army only has crude charcoal, which creates billows of smoke when burned and damages the respiratory tract.”

Before Yan Xun could stop her, Chu Qiao had already instructed the guard following behind: “You, yes, you, come here. Go to the military supplies department immediately and bring two carts of charcoal. Remember, it must be white orchid charcoal. Hurry, this is a matter of life and death for our army. His Highness trusts you to give you this task, and you must complete it with the utmost speed, understand? The skies of Yan Bei will remember your loyalty and bravery.”

The young soldier was so excited that his face turned red. After holding back for a moment, he suddenly gave a military salute and shouted: “Everything for Yan Bei!”

With that, he ran off, even though he didn’t understand what the connection was between two carts of charcoal and the life and death of the army. But Director Chu was a military genius, and the tasks she assigned must have deep internal significance. The soldier firmly believed that in future battles, these two carts of white orchid charcoal would play a decisive role in our army’s victory or defeat. So, with passionate valor and revolutionary enthusiasm, he ran off wildly, so excited that he forgot to ride his horse.

The morning sun blazed like fire, golden light stretching for thousands of miles. On the vast snowy plain, two people were reluctantly bidding farewell.

“Yan Xun, you must be careful. This journey is fraught with danger; be wary of everyone around you.”

Yan Xun nodded: “I know. The same goes for you. With me gone, some might try to bully you. Remember their names, don’t confront them directly, and wait for me to return and deal with them one by one.”

“Yes, alright. We’ll confiscate their homes and seize their property then.”

“Good, and we’ll tie them up so you can beat them as you please.”

“Fine, it’s decided then.” Chu Qiao nodded and continued: “The four thousand archers I’ve assigned to you should be kept as your guards. Don’t readily deploy them in battle. Their weapons have been improved by me and have extraordinary combat effectiveness. We should keep them as a secret weapon.”

“Alright, I’ll remember that.”

“Don’t eat cold food; it’s bad for your health. Make sure you rest and don’t overexert yourself.”

“Yes, don’t worry.”

“Ride horses less and stay in the carriage more. The wind is too strong; thick clothes won’t help.”

“Mm.”

“Don’t drink cold water. I’ve packed honey for you. Drink more of it; you’ve lost a lot of weight recently.”

“Mm…”

“If anyone in the army recruits courtesans, behead them. Those women might be diseased. Don’t even look at them, understood?”

“I… I understand…”

“If any local officials dare to send you beautiful women, write down their names and tell me when you return. Those women are probably all spies sent to monitor you. Not one can be kept. I’m saying this for your good.”

“…”

“After capturing Meilin Pass, don’t annihilate the families of the rebels. They can be sent to the mines for labor. As for the women, don’t keep them in the army—just expel them beyond the border. Having a group of women remain in the army is a classic case of disrupting military morale. None of them is any good.”

Chu Qiao spoke eloquently, her expression full of contempt for those women who disrupted military morale. She seemed to forget that she was a woman in the army, and even held a high position with considerable power…

“Yan Xun,” Chu Qiao’s gaze was deep, her expression very sincere as she spoke earnestly: “The purity of an army and a political party depends on guidance from its highest leader. You are the King of Yan Bei. Your quality of life and moral standards will directly influence the direction of Yan Bei’s regime and will directly affect the future fate of Yan Bei, and might even have an immeasurable effect on the entire Western continent. The lifestyle of those playboys in Zhenhuan City—impractical, arbitrary, corrupt, with chaotic and irresponsible relationships—you must not be contaminated by it. Although you are now in a high position with great power, you must remain vigilant against dangers. You must be cautious! This is the most sincere advice from me as a friend who has grown up with you, fought alongside you, and lived with you.”

Yan Xun was thoroughly embarrassed and speechless.

Unexpectedly, Chu Qiao was very dissatisfied with his attitude. She raised her eyebrows and angrily said: “Are you even listening to me seriously?”

Yan Xun almost cried, his expression extremely pained: “Ah Chu, I’m listening.”

Chu Qiao’s anger subsided slightly. She glanced at him sideways, saying with a touch of coquettishness: “Send me a message by falcon after you reach Luo’an City tonight. Don’t make me worry.”

Yan Xun’s heart was bleeding. At this point, even if their war horses suddenly grew four more legs each, they probably wouldn’t reach Luo’an by tonight.

Seeing that the small soldier who had gone to fetch charcoal had returned with excitement, Chu Qiao had no choice but to end her lengthy speech. She felt a bit sad, and her eyes stung a little as she held onto Yan Xun’s sleeve, unwilling to let go. This was so unlike her usual behavior. She knew Yan Xun was probably laughing at her inside, and A’Jing and the others might be laughing hard, but she just didn’t want to let go. The last time they parted, it was for so long. The two of them had never been separated for such a long time in all these years, and she instinctively resisted this separation. She awkwardly tried to make conversation, hanging her head in embarrassment, like a little wife who had been wronged, muttering so softly that Yan Xun couldn’t even hear what she was saying.

“How about…” Yan Xun tentatively asked, his voice particularly small: “You accompany me for a while? But you must return when we reach Sunset Mountain!”

With a “whoosh,” a white figure flashed past him, making Yan Xun think he had seen a ghost. In an instant, Chu Qiao was no longer where she had been. The King of Yan Bei was somewhat dazed. Before he could react, he saw that Chu Qiao had already run to the distant troops, sitting straight on horseback, waving at him and shouting: “Come on! Why aren’t you moving yet? What time is it? So slow!”

Other soldiers were looking at Yan Xun with sidelong glances, their expressions seeming to say: His Highness has probably never been on a battlefield before, he’s scared and reluctant to leave!

In that moment, Yan Xun wanted to cry but had no tears.

“Miss! Are you coming with us too?”

The troops finally set off. The soldiers of the Black Hawk Army were familiar with Chu Qiao and asked with smiles.

“No, I’m only escorting you to Sunset Mountain.”

“It would be great if the miss came along. The miss is formidable in battle!” an old soldier who had been following Yan Xun since Zhenhuan said simple-mindedly.

“Indeed, I saw it the other day. The miss alone could defeat more than a hundred men. Those men were each as tall as small mountains with eyes as big as bronze bells. Their fists could shatter a skull with one blow. I, Old Liu, couldn’t handle even one of them. But the miss, in no time at all, took them all down without getting a drop of blood on herself.”

“Really? That impressive?” The uninformed young soldiers widened their eyes.

“Absolutely! You didn’t see it. That scene, hey, I’m not exaggerating.”

Chu Qiao modestly replied with embarrassment: “Haha, not that impressive, just average, really just average.”

“It would be great if the miss came with us.”

The soldiers collectively sighed again, and Chu Qiao immediately turned her head back haughtily, looking expectantly at Yan Xun. Her expression seemed to say: “Did you hear that? Did you hear that? This is the voice of the masses!”

“Just walk properly! Stop with so much nonsense!”

Yan Xun reprimanded them with a dark face, pretending not to see Chu Qiao’s gaze and pretending that all those words were praising today’s food and weather.

In less than an hour, the army arrived at Sunset Mountain in the west. The main force went ahead, while Yan Xun and his guard unit stopped briefly. Seeing Chu Qiao with reddened eyes, lowering her head and fidgeting with her fingers, Yan Xun had to sigh, jump off his horse, walk forward, and gently embrace her, saying softly: “I promise you, I guarantee I’ll take care of my health, be very careful, retreat immediately if the battle situation becomes unfavorable, never be recklessly brave, and return to you intact in ten days. If I fail to do any of these, you can beat or scold me as you wish when I return. Don’t be like this. How can I leave with peace of mind when you’re like this? Ah Chu has always been the strongest. You need to support me, help me, and be my closest comrade and most trustworthy lover, right?”

“Mm,” the girl’s head rested against Yan Xun’s chest, her voice somewhat muffled and particularly aggrieved as she said: “You better keep your word.”

“Absolutely!” Yan Xun promised solemnly: “A man of his word cannot be stopped by four horses. Anyone who doesn’t keep their promise doesn’t deserve to walk on two legs.”

“Alright then, you can go.”

“Not yet, there’s one more thing.” Yan Xun suddenly grew serious: “This is very important. You need to remember it carefully.”

“Hm?” Chu Qiao immediately looked up, blinking her misty eyes: “What is it?”

“As a friend who has grown up with you, fought with you, and lived with you, I have one most sincere piece of advice for you that you must always remember.”

Chu Qiao frowned. Clever as she was, she seemed to have already detected a hint of conspiracy. She asked suspiciously: “What exactly do you want to say?”

“You need to be more straightforward with me!”

Yan Xun shouted sternly, suddenly bending down and kissing Chu Qiao on the lips. His domineering aura immediately invaded as the man pressed his hand against the back of the young woman’s head. Their lips and teeth met, and his tongue entered forcefully, dominating and assertive, instantly breaking through the young woman’s fragile defense, catching her completely off guard. Her breathing immediately became irregular, her chest heaving violently. On the vast snowy plain covered in silvery white, in front of five hundred guards, the King of Yan Bei was French kissing Director Chu of the Staff Department, with no sense of embarrassment despite the public spectacle.

Only when Chu Qiao was about to pass out did Yan Xun finally release her slightly. Seeing her blushing and looking around, just like a thief caught in the act, Yan Xun immediately burst into laughter and said loudly: “What are you afraid of? All of Yan Bei is mine.”

Chu Qiao immediately exploded, shouting with a red face: “Ah! You scoundrel! You’ve ruined my reputation!”

Yan Xun held Chu Qiao by the waist, slightly raising the corner of his eye with an alluring smile: “Ah Chu, don’t you know? From the moment you followed me into the Sacred Jin Palace, the word ‘reputation’ had already waved goodbye to you.”

“Bastard!” Chu Qiao’s words failed her. Seeing everyone around smiling at her, she became even more furious and pointed at A’Jing and others, shouting: “Don’t laugh! Don’t tell anyone! I’ll beat you! And you, you, who are you? Your teeth are all showing when you laugh! What’s your name? Which unit? Still laughing? I’m talking to you!”

“Ah Chu! Don’t change the subject!” Yan Xun grew serious, pulling her over: “You need to be more straightforward. You’re worried I’ll flirt with other women, so why come up with all these long speeches, acting all righteous? I think you’re the one who deserves a beating.”

“Hey, hey!” Chu Qiao was thoroughly embarrassed, her face red as she stamped her foot: “Surname Yan, have I not disciplined you for too long? You still want to beat me? Can you even defeat me?”

Yan Xun snorted: “I’ve been going easy on you. Do you think you’re invincible?”

“Fine, crossing the river and tearing down the bridge? If you’re not convinced, let’s have a match!”

Yan Xun immediately laughed: “Ah Chu, are you reluctant to see me leave? Deliberately wasting my time to delay me?”

Chu Qiao’s eyes widened as she shouted angrily: “Who’s reluctant to see you leave? Get out quickly! Even looking at you for one more moment annoys me!”

“Are you sure I should leave?”

“Go, go, no one wants to look at you.”

“Don’t regret it!”

“I’ll never regret it.”

“Don’t cry in secret after I’m gone!”

“Are you leaving or not? So much nonsense!”

“Haha!” Yan Xun mounted his horse, laughing loudly: “Ah Chu, I’m off! In ten days, at Minlan Plain, wait for my triumphant return!”

“Hya!”

Over a hundred war horses immediately galloped away, leaving behind a straight line of white snow foam in their wake. War eagles flew together in the sky, with the wind rolling in the distance. The fierce sun shone like gold, illuminating the departing silhouettes of the warriors, like a magnificent painting. In a flash, only faint shadows remained.

Chu Qiao stood in place, watching Yan Xun’s departing figure, her heart filled with tender emotions. She silently pressed her palms together, slowly closed her eyes, and spoke in a calm voice, filled with deep affection and sincerity: “Almighty deity, please bless my beloved, bless him with smooth sailing and a safe return.”

On the eighteenth day of the tenth month, Yan Xun made a shocking military move that was considered suicidal but caught everyone by surprise. He led the vanguard of the First Army Corps to Lanque Province to meet up with Wu Daoya of the First Army Corps, bringing two hundred thousand troops to attack Meilin Pass, located at the northernmost point of Yan Bei.

Even many years later, when people mention the famous battles of the Beautiful Era, Yan Xun’s division of forces that day remains one of the most renowned contemporary battles. Facing the pressure of a million troops from Eastern Great Xia, he, as the main battle commander, actually led his most elite forces in a flanking attack on the remaining Great Xia garrison in the north. In military terms, this was an unimaginable risk. But it was precisely his action on this day that saved the entire strategic situation of the First Northern Expedition, reversed Yan Bei’s predicament of fighting on two fronts, eliminated unstable factors in Yan Bei’s rear, and even indirectly saved the fate of the entire Yan Bei Plateau.

One can imagine the expression on the faces of the Xia army when the Yan Bei forces suddenly appeared before Meilin Pass with lightning speed. Believing that Great Xia reinforcements had arrived, that the crisis at Meilin Pass had been resolved, they had relaxed their vigilance and loosened their defenses. It must have been quite a spectacular scene.

Facing the history books, people must admit that it was no coincidence or luck that allowed Yan Xun to endure hardship for eight years in the imperial city, eventually break through Zhenhuan’s defense line, march his troops to Yan Bei, and later establish a world-renowned foundation. Whether in politics or military affairs, he was a genius with superb creativity. He possessed a wild imagination and dared to put this imagination into practice. Moreover, he had an indomitable will and endurance. He possessed almost all the qualities a successful king should have. Most importantly, he had an incomparable disgust and hatred for the current rulers. What he lacked now was perhaps just a bit of ambition to swallow the world. Believe it, in the years to come, this too would gradually be remedied.

It was foreseeable that a great figure had been born. His brilliant achievements, which would be looked up to by countless people throughout their lives and praised and worshiped by future generations, from this moment on, began to unfold like a legend…