Chapter 124: Amidst Thousands of Horses and Soldiers, a Tight Embrace!

  Li Jiao spoke in Mongolian when she talked, but Xia Chuyi didn't understand it.

  She chose to watch her quietly, preparing to remain unchanged in the face of all changes. As she watched Li Jiao walk closer step by step, her eyes grew increasingly suspicious and her gaze colder.

  "Madam, you can't be like this..."

  Anad shouted and tensed up all over.

  "What kind?"

  Li Jiao twisted her waist, her footsteps not stopping. This was the Northern Di's large camp, and at this time, the sky had already darkened. Although there were torches lighting up the camp, but at night it was different from during the day, she actually couldn't see very clearly either, only that the more they tried to persuade her, the more suspicious she became.

  "Why doesn't Wu Ren dare to lift her veil?"

  "How dare you!" Feng shouted, taking a step forward and standing coldly in front of Xia Chuqi. "Princess Wuren is the younger sister of the Crown Prince, the daughter of Empress Saihan, and the most noble lady of Beidi. You are just a lowly concubine, how dare you speak to the princess like that?"

  Li Jiao's footsteps paused upon hearing this.

  Looking at Xia Zhichu's silent face, she became even more suspicious. If she was really Wu Ren Xiao Xiao, she should have gotten angry and scolded someone by now. Even if her body wasn't feeling well, even if her throat was hoarse, it wouldn't stop her from saying a word.

  "Hmm, trying to deceive me?"

  Li Jiao raised her arm, and the ornaments on her wrist jingled in response. Seeing Anarid's tense expression, she took advantage of Hasar's presence to bolster her courage and let out a low growl.

  "If you don't lift your veil, I'll go and report to the prince."

  Encountering such a troublesome woman is indeed a headache-inducing problem.

  Ke Xia smiled slightly and suddenly laughed, first exchanging a glance with Ru Feng, then turned back to Li Jiao, softly saying "sai" which meant agreement. She lightly pinched the corner of her veil, took a step closer, and as Ru Feng blocked the view from the side, she abruptly wrapped her arms around Li Jiao's waist, leaned in close to her ear, and said in Chinese, "Don't move, shut your mouth."

  Something hard pressed against her waist, causing Li Jiao's face to change color.

  "What...are you doing?"

  She spoke in pure Mandarin, wasn't it already obvious that Wu Ren was in a precarious situation? Li Jiao's waist was pressed against the dagger, her legs were trembling with fear, how dare she speak out of turn again? Xia Chuqi smiled warmly at her, embracing her tightly, "If you want to save your life, I'll give you an opportunity. Tell your maid that you're going to the princess's chambers to chat with the princess, and have them return first... hurry up!"

  Waist suddenly added force, Li Jiao ate pain, and hurriedly waved her hand.

  "You few go back, the princess is back, I will go to the princess's room..."

  "Really clever." Xia Chuqi's eyes shone with a cunning light.

  Two maidservants had just been blocked from view by the timely arrival of a gentle breeze, and did not notice the clandestine scene where Xia Chuqi was embracing Li Jiao. They only found it strange that two people who were previously at odds with each other suddenly became affectionate and walked together shoulder to shoulder. However, although they were puzzled, one being a princess and the other a concubine of the crown prince, neither of them dared to say anything more, and hastily retreated.

  They had hardly gone a few steps when they saw a line of people entering from outside the camp.

  "Your Highness, the Crown Prince, is safe..."

  They hastily knelt down to pay their respects, but gave Xia Chuqi a fright.

  Why is it so unlucky? Just got rid of Li Jiao, and now comes Hasar. She didn't expect to meet this "Wang brother" at all. After all, Li Jiao can be threatened, but can't take down Hasar too, right? Her heart was hanging in her throat, and she just slightly hesitated, but Li Jiao became excited, turned her body back, and shouted loudly.

  "Your Highness..."

  Hassar led a group of military leaders, hurrying along, and originally didn't notice the several maidservants, but after hearing Li Jiao's shout, he finally noticed the commotion over here and turned his eyes this way.

  His eyes swept across the room, and everyone present changed color slightly.

  The tense scene was stretched to its limit at that moment.

  Xia Zhiqi tightened Li Jiao's waist, as if doing something wrong, slightly lowering her head, only using the corner of her eye to glance at Hasaer, the legendary prince of Beidi, known as the "heavenly gifted talent".

  He was dressed in armor, with a sword at his waist. The two people were too far apart under the night sky, and their faces couldn't be seen clearly. He seemed to have a tall and robust figure, with sharp facial features. What caught attention most was an earring on his right ear, shining brightly in the light of the torches.

  "Uren, are you okay?"

  Hassar ignored Li Jiao and instead looked at Xia Chuqi.

  "Aa..."

  On the seventh day of summer, I didn't know what he was saying, but I understood the two words "Wu Ren", and I knew he was talking to myself. Hurriedly, I called out the temporary name "A He" in a hoarse voice, pretending to be wronged and afraid, hanging my head low and speaking in Mongolian.

  "I was wrong..."

  She said everything she could, and now it's up to Anarai to explain things to Hassan. Hassan furrowed his brow, nodded in gratitude at the "saviors", then looked at Li Jiao.

  "What are you doing here? Go back!"

  "Crown Prince, I..." Li Jiao's heart tightened.

  "Speak nicely!" Xia Chuyi still warmly wrapped her arms around her waist, without lifting her head, the knife tip pierced an inch into her waist, and pressed against her throat to say to Li Jiao.

  "Your Highness the Crown Prince can't save you. If I die, I'll drag you down with me before I go. You have to believe that no matter how fast he is, my knife will be faster. If you die, what's the point of your wealth and glory? My life is cheap, if I die, it's just death, but you still have a bright future ahead of you, you can still become the Crown Princess of Beidi, or even the Empress... Now, do you need me to tell you what to do, how to say it?"

  Li Jiao's whole body stiffened.

  Then, slowly, she smiled and said, "Your Highness, Wu Ren is back, so you don't have to blame her anymore. I was just about to go to Wu Ren's tent to have a good talk with her. You have something to attend to first."

  Kazal's face was solemn, a pair of calm eyes in the firelight, yet filled with ominous clouds and an aura that sent shivers down one's spine. His tone was commanding, accustomed to giving orders from a position of power.

  "Wu Ren, you rest first, after this battle is over, I'll settle accounts with you."

  Xia Chui let out a sigh of relief on the seventh day of summer.

  It's clear that Hassan is busy. Behind him followed a dozen or so Northern Di generals, who should be going to discuss the issue of the battle with Zhao Zhuo, and didn't have time to "clean up" his sister who had secretly run off to play in Dayan, let alone spare any energy for his concubine.

  Staring at Hassan's receding back, Li Jiao's body went limp.

  "Let me go..."

  "You've done well, but you can't be released yet."

  On the seventh morning of summer, Li Jiao smiled lightly and tightened her grip on the dagger in her hand, holding back as she walked into the large tent. It wasn't until she calmed down that she realized her palms were covered in cold sweat. Not just her, but several people looked like they had just gone through a life-or-death struggle, their backs drenched with moisture. Only after entering the tent did they let out a long sigh of relief, and Anar even collapsed to the ground.

  "You scared me to death! You really scared me to death..."

  No matter what she muttered, Xia Qi ordered Lao Meng and Hei Pi to guard outside the tent, then pushed Li Jiao towards Ruo Feng's side.

  "It's settled."

  Jin Yiwei is familiar with this kind of thing. Soon, Li Jiao, who had blood flowing from her waist, was tied up like a human rice dumpling by Rufeng and Lagula, and they also gagged her mouth. Her pale face was full of terror, shaking her head non-stop, trying to beg them to spare her life.

  On the seventh day of summer, he retrieved his dagger and walked closer to Li Jiao, gazing at her fair and smooth skin, as well as the faint "familiar face" on her face. He narrowed his eyes, smiled, and lowered his head to stare at her.

  "Madam, aren't you eager to see me? You just helped us so much, I'll naturally give you this opportunity. Even if I die, I must let you know who killed me, and when you go to the underworld, next life you can have a target for revenge."

  She lifted her veil and gave Li Jiao a very flirtatious smile. But Li Jiao only let out an "uh" sound, her eyes filled with fear widened even more, as if she had seen a ghost, staring at her face motionless.

  Xia Chuqi's lips curved slightly, "Do you know me?"

  Li Jiao's mouth was stuffed with cloth, she could only stare wide-eyed and then nodded fiercely.

  After a moment of silence, Xia Chui pulled open the cloth strip in her mouth and grasped her neck, asking in a low voice, "Who are you? Why do you recognize me?"

  "Chu Er?" Li Jiao seemed uncertain, hastily calling out, then with red-rimmed eyes said, "I'm Li Jiao, don't you recognize me? I'm Li Jiao, the Li Jiao of the Korean imperial palace."

  She let out a soft "oh" and mentioned the Korean palace, Xia Chuyi knew it right away. No wonder she felt a bit familiar, was she Li Mo's sister or something? However, Xia Chuyi had never heard Li Mo mention this person named Li Jiao before, which was quite strange.

  "Do you know Li Miao?"

  "...I recognize her, she's my sister." Li Jiao hastily said, with a hint of pleading in her tone, but her voice was much lower, "Our Li family is the same as your Xia family, everyone is dead, killed by the dog emperor of Nan Yan. I was also supposed to be one of them, but it was Hasa who saved me..."

  She paused for a moment, as if suddenly remembering something, and raised her chin.

  "Chu Er, you just mentioned my sister, could it be that she... is still alive?"

  When she mentioned Li Mo, her eyes flickered from time to time, and Xia Chuyi smiled slightly.

  "Do you wish she were dead, or do you wish she were alive?"

  Li Jiao let out a soft sigh, her tone melancholic. "I naturally hope she's alive... our Korean royal family of over 100 people, all gone... I thought I was the only one left in this world... didn't expect my sister to still be alive... it's really great, just too great. Once Hasar takes down the Emperor of Nan Yan and brings back his head, we can finally hold a memorial for our families... Chu Er, don't worry, Hasar promised he'll avenge us... I believe in him, he'll definitely make it happen..."

  Did Hassan avenge both families?

  Li Jiao's words were somewhat incoherent, and Xia Chuyi didn't quite understand the connection. Hasaer was the crown prince of Beidi, and he had his own plans for annexing Dayan territory, which was a matter of diplomacy between nations. What did it have to do with the feud between their two families? Wasn't it possible that Hasaer not only favored Li Jiao but also loved her deeply, willing to overthrow the throne of Dayan for her sake?

  "Chu Er, let me go." Li Jiao's eyes were filled with ardent longing. "I'll take you to find Hasa'er and explain the situation to him. They won't give you any trouble. He treats me very well."

  Jiaolong

  Xia Zhiqi looked at her face and let out a low sigh, "To be honest with you, something happened to me two years ago, and I couldn't remember anything from the past. Your sister also told me that I must avenge the Xia and Li families. Of course, as long as I'm still alive, I will definitely avenge them and clear the names of Han Gong and Wei Gong. But now, I can't let you go..."

  "Why?" Li Jiao almost disbelievingly asked.

  "For My Man."

  She pursed her lips, and Xia Qi looked at Li Jiao's red-rimmed eyes, took the cloth strip back, re-plugged her mouth, then hugged her and whispered, "Sister, I won't make things difficult for you, don't worry... it's just that tonight, you'll have to put up with some inconvenience."

  "Hmm..."

  Li Jiao's mouth was covered and she shook her head desperately.

  On the seventh day of summer, he got up straight and didn't care about her anymore, only looking at Ru Feng and a few others.

  "Let's discuss our plan of action for tonight."

  ……

  ……

  Ludang was built relying on the mountain, and its defensive system is very solid. The outer main city wall is five zhang high, three zhang wide, and one hundred zhang long, made of stone blocks stacked from inside to outside. At both ends of the main city wall, auxiliary walls were built along the mountain, and then extended further up the mountain from both sides of the auxiliary walls. Outside the barracks on both sides, another 100 steps back, there is a solid city wall, behind which are the grain depot and stable.

  During the war, the northern Di barracks were heavily guarded and patrolled. Now that the Kazakhs had returned to their camp, they would have to wait until complete darkness before taking action. However, despite being in enemy territory, she felt incredibly safe.

  The more dangerous the place is, the safer it is.

  Kasala never thought that Zhao Zhu's woman would be in his barracks?

  As the saying goes, "It's easy to get things done when it's dark." Like Feng, who was a trusted aide of Dongfang Qingyun, and a top-notch member of the Brocade Guards. His ability to handle matters didn't need to be mentioned. According to Xia Chuyi's intention, he went out for a trip and came back to tell her several pieces of news.

  Zhao Kui's main force of the Dayan army has approached the Lulong Pass, and after several small-scale battles between the two sides, the Dayan army is only waiting to take down the Lulong Pass. At this moment, Zhao Kui's army is stationed ten miles away, sending an envoy to deliver a "war book" to Hasar, ordering him to quickly withdraw from Dayan territory, otherwise there will be no choice but to fight. Upon receiving the war book, Hasar is currently in his tent discussing tomorrow's decisive battle with the Dayan army.

  Before the war, we still need to issue a declaration of war...?

  She thought it was a bit ridiculous, the ancients were really particular, wasn't the principle of war to defeat the opponent? But they still had to send a declaration of war first, get a response, and wait for the other side to know before starting to fight. Zhao Nineteen was indeed an old-fashioned pedant.

  Thinking of Zhao Yun writing a battle letter, Xia Chuyi burst out laughing on the seventh day of summer.

  "That's just in time."

  Looking at her smiling eyes, he was slightly stunned, "Are you ready?"

  He glanced at Li Jiao, who was shrinking in the corner, and Xia Chuqi's face turned serious. "Later, Lao Meng and Hei Pi will stay behind to take care of Li Jiao and Anazi, Lagula and Rufeng will be responsible for escorting me, and the rest of the matters will be handled by me."

  ……

  ……

  The sky was painted with a layer of black paint, and the night color became thicker. In the entire Lu Long Ze's barracks, except for the lights, only the dark darkness that could not be seen by people remained. For tomorrow's big battle, all the soldiers were conserving their energy tonight, and the barracks were quiet to the point of being terrifying.

  Summer insects chirp, the guardian is very spirited.

  But no one noticed a small figure sneaking out of Wuren Princess's tent and rushing to the back stable. As a special forces soldier, Xia Chuqi was skilled at identifying directions. Of course, eggs wouldn't be put in one basket, and Wulang Se wouldn't keep all his troops in one place; war horses certainly wouldn't be raised in just one location either. For her, being able to take out as many as possible would weaken the Beidi army's morale and reduce the Dayan army's casualties - it was a kind of indirect victory.

  "Who?"

  A low, cold voice entered her ears.

  The Northern Di mainly relied on cavalry, and the stables were as important to protect during wartime as the grain stores. Xia Qi's seventh day was a "Wuren princess", but she wouldn't dare speak Mongolian, let alone show her head. In the chaos, she rolled into a haystack. Soon, a group of soldiers walked over, looked around, didn't find anyone, and muttered a few sentences in a language she couldn't understand before leaving.

  Heaven helps those who help themselves!

  She let out a breath, slipped into the stable, and crept up to the feeding troughs, pulling out a bottle of medicine she had prepared in advance from her bosom. She evenly sprinkled the powder inside onto each trough, one by one, as she slowly felt her way around, a sly smile spreading across her eyes.

  The final battle is tomorrow?

  Imagine the northern Di people, mainly cavalry, riding on soft-footed war horses. Okay, she admits that she is a woman, not a gentleman, as long as she can win, she doesn't care about the method. She didn't use "biological weapons", directly poisoning people to death was already very kind-hearted. In any case, it's worth doing whatever can reduce casualties for Zhao Zilong.

  The wind outside the tent was blowing with a piercing sound.

  Li Jiao was detained in her tent that night, no one suspected, only her maid came to ask, Ana told them, the lady had not seen Princess Wuren for a long time, and tonight she would rest in the princess's room. And with the great war imminent, Hala naturally didn't have the energy to "favor" his concubine or care about his younger sister.

  A concubine disappeared, and a princess appeared. Without a sound or a trace.

  The princess's treatment is not bad, this tent is very large and luxurious. Xia Qiuli estimated that the diameter is about 5 meters or so, and the craftsmanship is also very exquisite. The top of the canopy is a colorful auspicious cloud painting, and on the open skylight above, you can even see the stars above your head.

  She wondered if Hassan knew about it, would he die directly?

  ……

  ……

  It's daytime now.

  The next day was another fine day.

  The loud and shrill sound of the horn opened another day, but this day was not an ordinary day. Zhao Zhuo would come to attack Lulong Pass today, from dawn till now, the whole Lulong Pass's camp had been in a tense atmosphere before the war.

  The Northern Di people and Zhao Kui have fought many times before, so they can be said to be old acquaintances. The generals who had clashed with Zhao Kui on the battlefield countless times before were very familiar with his character. However, the war between Zhao Kui and Haxial was their first encounter.

  Kasar was not the crown prince of Beidi before, and his queen mother was not the great queen of Beidi. He succeeded to the throne just two years ago. During these two years, Zhao Zun was busy fighting against Wuna in the south. Therefore, the two men have never met until now. It is precisely because of this that Kasar led his army all the way south, sweeping away like a broken bamboo, and took countless cities of Dayan without any obstacles.

  Finally met a strong opponent, Hasar attaches great importance to it.

  In the sound of the horn, the Northern Di army was holding its position in the heavily fortified area of Lulong Pass. Zhao Kuo's main force had not appeared yet, but from time to time, he would send a small group of soldiers to harass them, as if to give the Huns a signal, and then leave again.

  Until the third quarter of noon, the most severe horn finally sounded. Realizing that it was the Great Yan army's formal attack, Xia Chuyi excitedly clenched his fists and handed Li Jiao over to Anaji before leading Ruhai and three others out of the camp in a swaggering manner towards the direction where grain was stored behind the Lulong Pass.

  That's right, she went openly and unapologetically.

  She had stayed in the logistics camp for some time before, so she was not unfamiliar with these things. At the same time, she also knew that whether it was the Northern Di army or the Dayan army, they were extremely strict in guarding food and military equipment. To think that one could sneak in and set a fire like on TV, and still escape unscathed, was simply a fool's dream.

  "Uggghhh..."

  The Charge is coming from afar.

  "Hiss——"

  A series of mournful neighs entered his ears.

  It's Zhao Zhuo who has arrived! Xia Chuyi's heart skipped a beat, knowing that the time was almost up. She glanced at Ruhai, Lagula, Heipi and Lao Meng, then strode forward, swiftly climbing up the hill behind the grain storehouse according to their pre-arranged plan. There was a hidden sentry post there. She was Princess Wuren, and the two sentries were slightly stunned before they could even ask any questions, and were immediately knocked down by Ruhai and the others.

  Doing this kind of thing under the sun is quite stimulating.

  On the seventh day of summer, he lay on the dark horn, relying on the height of the dark horn and the original leaves to cover himself, looking at the soldiers rushing over like a tide in the distance, slightly curling his lips and giving orders in a low voice.

  "Begin, prepare."

  Her voice was very calm and clear.

  "Yes!"

  Facing the scorching sun at noon, Feng, Lagula, Heipi and Lao Meng each took out a mirror they had prepared in advance, arranged them according to her instructions, and formed a mirror array. The sunlight passed through the mirrors and shot towards the direction of the grain warehouse.

  Only a few people knew she was going to burn the grain, but they didn't understand whether taking a mirror would be useful or not.

  After a few days of getting along, the girl's calmness, wisdom, and decisive ability made them ask nothing more, but just followed her way.

  Time, little by little, slowly flows away——

  The distant bugle is still "mooing"!

  On the seventh day of summer, she was actually nervous, looking at the sunlight reflected in the mirror, she narrowed her eyes and silently counted to calm her mind.

  "Boom——!"

  Just as she counted to "thirty", a huge "boom" explosion wave, deafeningly loud, came over. It was clearly in the direction of the grain warehouse. Immediately afterwards, thick smoke rose, flames danced, and pieces of black smoke shot up onto the roof of the grain warehouse.

  "Awesome, exploded well!"

  At the beginning of summer, Qi's heart was filled with joy, but it scared Ruo Feng and the others.

  "County master, wasn't it just burning grain stalks? How could it have exploded?"

  Heh heh, with a faint smile, Xia Chuqi's eyes shone brightly, but after glancing at them, she didn't know how to explain it. After thinking for a moment, she could only use the most professional academic terms and said a few words in a light tone.

  "This is called 'dust explosion'!"

  "Dust explosion?" Several people asked in unison, then took a deep breath, shook their heads in confusion, and stared at the continuous explosions, hardly daring to believe their eyes.

  "Is there really such a powerful explosion in the world?"

  "Xiao Qi, we've never heard of such a thing before, how could it suddenly explode?"

  Xia Chuqi blinked his eyes, hehe smiled, "Maybe my luck is better. Before that, I just had this idea, as for whether it can explode or not, I just gambled on it."

  She had thought about it before, the sparks reflected by the parabolic mirror were extremely small, even if they ignited, without the help of fuel, wanting not to be extinguished was just a "legend", and even if they could burn away some grain and grass, they would not cause too much damage.

  So, this morning before breakfast, she specifically went to observe it. Just like most places where grain is hoarded, the objects were piled up very densely, making it a perfect scene for creating a "dust explosion" case.

  It's an explosion, not a fire.

  Dust explosion refers to the explosion that occurs when dust is within the explosive limit range and comes into contact with a heat source, open flame or high temperature, causing the flame to spread instantaneously throughout the entire mixed dust space. Moreover, once a dust explosion is triggered, at the point of explosion, due to the heating and expansion of air, the density decreases, rapidly forming an inverse flow from the explosion point, and the dust again suspends in an environment containing sufficient oxygen to sustain combustion, causing disturbance to the surrounding environment, dispersing the dust that has settled on the ground and in the air to form a dust cloud, resulting in destructive and disastrous secondary explosions, or even tertiary explosions.

  It's all over for this granary, even if a great immortal came down from heaven.

  The deafening "boom" was endless, the flames of burning grain and hay almost shook the entire Beidi army camp. Under the scorching sun, that dense black and red mushroom cloud was very eye-catching, illuminating the entire sky with the sunlight. Xia Zhuiqi hid in a high watchtower, looking at the large army outside Ludong Pass, and chuckled softly.

  "We're pulling back from the rear!"

  In front of the war, no one noticed this dark whistle. A long rope was tied to a tree stump, and like Feng Yuelan and Lagula were both masters of Kung Fu, one hand held her, and the other hand grasped the rope, several people slid down the mountain slope outside the North Di Da camp.

  The Beidi camp was already in complete disarray.

  At the beginning of summer, she was extremely pleased in her heart, but she didn't think that just as she fell to the ground, dozens of horsemen rushed over from a short distance away. The man sitting upright on his horse had a face as cold as a ghost, staring at her with a chill gaze, as if he wanted to end her life with one knife.

  It was just a glimpse before, but Xia Zhong also recognized him on the seventh day of summer.

  He was indeed Prince Hasar of Northern Di.

  The old nun said that she was surprised, this prince is not simple at all. He realized the problem in such a short time and knew it was on his "sister's" body. He directly pounced over and cut off her retreat, which is also impressive.

  But looking at the soaring flames, she raised the corners of her mouth.

  From the perspective of special operations, she won this game beautifully.

  ……

  ……

  The war is not over yet.

  Under the scorching sun of summer, a fierce battle was unfolding on the main battlefield between the Great Yan army and the Northern Di army. The sounds of war cries, killings, and screams shook the sky. In the gentle breeze, the "Jin" character on a banner fluttered in the sunlight, shining with a dazzling light. The Great Yan army had been waiting for too long, since they crossed the Luhe River, their 1.5 million-strong army had sharpened their steel blades, and several small-scale skirmishes were not enough to satisfy them. They had been waiting for today's decisive battle against the Huns at the Luliang Pass.

  "Brothers, kill!"

  "Kill! The Tartars are taking our lives!"

  "You southern mutts! Die!"

  It is said that the loud cry of "kill" can give people courage and strength. Each of the soldiers who were fighting desperately were cursing each other, on the bloody battlefield with a strong smell of blood, their eyes were bloodthirsty, and those who fell down were comrades, and those who avenged them were also comrades, the hatred for the country and family was getting deeper and deeper, they hated each other so much that they wanted to destroy each other.

  "General, there's been an explosion in the Tartar camp!"

  "Yes, look quickly—"

  "My goodness, what kind of firearm is this?"

  A loud explosion came from the northern mountain of Wulongsi.

  Explosion, and big fire, dyed red half of the sky.

  Those flames rolled up, were several shades redder than today's sunlight.

  From the moment the explosion sounded, both sides of the Yan and Di armies, who had been locked in a fierce standoff, lit up with fiery eyes. They all heard the explosion and saw the flames, but the Northern Di people did not retreat, and the Great Yan army did not stop its attack. Beside them were bodies falling one by one, damaged war flags, and abandoned war chariots. By now, except for a fight to the death, no one could leave this "blood-soaked underworld."

  "Your Highness, could it be that there are our people in the Huolu camp?"

  Liu Can's face was filled with joy as he asked a question, but Zhao Zun tightly pursed his lips, his armor stained with blood, his cloak fluttering in the wind, gazing at the thick smoke rolling in the distance, his voice even colder.

  "Pass down the order, intensify the attack on the city. Within the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, we must enter the Lulong Pass."

  "Yes!"

  In the midst of the killing cries, a horseman rode up to his side, followed by Dongfang Qingxuan's soft and smiling voice, "She can do it, don't you see?"

  Zhao's face turned iron-green, and he glared at him fiercely, "If anything happens to her, I won't let you off."

  Dongfang Qingxuan smiled, "I remember, my whole family."

  They exchanged a glance, and both of them looked away. No one said anything more, but they were both very clear in their hearts that the main force of the Northern Di army was heavily guarded, and it was already not easy for Xia Chuyi to succeed at the beginning, let alone now that she was in the Northern Di camp, wanting to escape unscathed was simply as difficult as ascending to heaven.

  Knowing he was worried, Dongfang Qingxuan drew his sword and deflected an arrow with a soft laugh.

  "Found out? Today's Hassar cavalry is weaker..."

  Zhao didn't answer him, he had also seen it a long time ago.

  The Northern Di cavalry was most skilled at charging the infantry formations of the Great Yan, with arrows that were stable and accurate. Whenever the Great Yan army charged, the Northern Di would use their cavalry to counterattack. In the era of cold weapons, battles relied on formation tactics. When two armies clashed, whoever's formation remained unbroken would be the winner. The five military camps of the Great Yan had always been most afraid of the Northern Di cavalry, and with the addition of fierce warhorses, they were able to scatter the enemy lines with ease. Zhao Zilong often liked to use firearms to greet the Northern Di cavalry, although at that time the range of firearms was not far and their killing power was insufficient, but there was one great advantage - the cavalry relied on horses, and the explosion of firearms could startle the horses.

  Can't use it today either.

  Although they also charged like a tidal wave, the normally well-trained Northern Di cavalry was somewhat disorganized and some war horses fell before even reaching their positions, not at all resembling Haxial's main force army but rather a mob of undisciplined troops.

  He originally thought that this battle would be the most terrible and hard-fought one since the start of the war, but before the cannons had even fired, it seemed as if Hassler's side had been drained of its morale, with their resistance greatly reduced, not to mention the entire army was filled with a restless mood.

  "My goodness, this woman is incredible..."

  The Eastern Blue Mystic sighed, carelessly teasing. However, Zhao Zun did not pay attention to him, looking at the endless enemy and our soldiers, a very complex emotion appeared in his eyes.

  It's been almost two months since the army set out from Da Yan, and both sides have been harboring a bellyful of resentment. Now they've discovered that their fists are hitting cotton wool.

  "Charge!"

  "Kill!"

  Zhao Kui gave everyone a stick of incense time, and the Great Yan army rushed forward like crazy, quickly trampling over the Northern Di formation, and pounced on the city wall and gate of Lulong Pass. The sound of horseshoes accompanied by the killing sound, the momentum of 1.5 million troops approaching the city, was as vast as the rolling dark clouds pressing down from the horizon.

  There were guards on the city wall, and sheets of feathered arrows came flying in like rain, greeting guests who had come from afar.

  "Storm the city gate!"

  Defending a city is not easy, attacking it is even harder. Wave after wave of people rushed forward, the massive battering ram crashed into the thick city gate, pieces of armor shone coldly in the sunlight, pools of blood stained the ground red, drops of sweat watered a bloody and fiery massacre, the sound of horseshoes urged on the primitive passion.

  "Brothers, let's get rid of the Northern Tatars."

  "Kill! Drive out the Northern Di bandits..."

  Arrows as dense as rain shot down from the city wall, and soldiers like ants climbed up the ladders to the top of the wall. One by one, they were knocked down by catapults. Some climbed onto the wall head, some fell off the wall, some screamed in agony, some died, and others followed, wave after wave of fierce attacks, like waves crashing against the shore, washing away blood, the entire sky trembling with firelight, sunlight, and bloodlight...

  "Crash!"

  A muffled sound boosted the morale of the Da Yan army.

  The solid and heavy gate was knocked open, and the legendary "one man guards the pass, ten thousand men cannot open" Lulong Pass finally broke its defense. As soon as the city gate opened, it was like a hard walnut being cracked open by a hammer, revealing a crack, and once the crack was made, eating the walnut kernel would only be a matter of time.

  "Soldiers, charge!"

  "Kill! Kill!"

  "Kill! Charge! Forward march!"

  Unlike the Northern Di cavalry charge, the Great Yan army attacked and plundered the city, and the firepower also opened a path of boundless power. A loud cannon sounded, mud and soil sprayed into the sky, in the midst of thick smoke, flags fluttered, iron cavalry fell into dust. Human shouts, horse neighs, charging horn sounds, sword lights and shadows, guns, spears, bows and crossbows, shook people's blood to a boil.

  Flames, blood, and wails filling the sky - that is the battlefield.

  War is the most brutal trampling of humanity.

  Everyone is made of flesh and blood, but no one knows who will achieve greatness in this world.

  They marched straight into the main camp, and Yan's army didn't even have time to catch their breath before Lu Long was captured.

  "What's going on, General? The Northern Di tribesman has gone mad and run away?"

  Zhao Zilong reined in his warhorse and gazed towards where the flames were shooting into the sky, his heart burning with anxiety.

  "Pursue! Capture Hassar at all costs."

  "Yes!"

  The order had just been given when a hurried clatter of hooves was heard approaching.

  "The Northern Di envoy has arrived, spare his life!"

  In the midst of a thousand horses and soldiers, a mounted Northern Di soldier waved an envelope in his hand, shouting loudly as he charged towards Zhao Zilong. Two soldiers swiftly intercepted him, pinning his hands behind his back and dragging him over, but he refused to kneel, instead glaring at Zhao's armor stained with dark red blood and bellowing loudly.

  "On behalf of Bei Di Taizi, presenting a letter to General Wang Yan of Nan Yan."

  When two armies clash, they do not kill envoys who come to them; this is an unwritten rule that people follow at present.

  Zhao You's heart turned cold, and he instinctively felt that Xia Chuyi had fallen into Hasa'er's hands. His face looked unpleasant for a while, but he didn't show too much emotional change, only slightly nodding his head, letting the soldier present the letter to him.

  He opened the seal, shook the letter slightly, and narrowed his eyes slightly.

  His black cloak billowed in the wind, fluttering wildly as his face remained inscrutable.

  "What's wrong?" Dongfang Qingyun asked with a seemingly smiling yet not quite smiling expression.

  Zhao Zilong glanced at him, but didn't respond. His face was cold and hard, without a ripple. In front of him, the Great Yan army had already occupied the entire Lulong Pass, like a rolling tide, still pushing northward. The sound of clashing steel, neighing warhorses, and clanging armor filled the air...

  He narrowed his eyes slightly and thought for a moment before looking at Judge Zhou Wenze.

  "Speed messenger Ding Anhou, must intercept Hasar at Karakorum."

  "Yes!"

  Zhou Wen hastily retreated, Zhao Zhuo wore a battle armor, his eyes were like stained with blood, staring at the soldiers in front of him who were motionless like a tide. The corpses were scattered all over the field, it was hard to tell who was who.

  At this moment, several riders galloped out from among the thousands of horses and soldiers.

  A few people are neither dressed as the Dayan army nor the Northern Di army.

  The first one was a Mongolian girl.

  "Don't kill me"

  The rolling flames behind her had not yet been extinguished, and her figure appeared exceptionally petite among a group of men.

  "Your Highness, it's the Northern Di princess, kill her..."

  At the sound of this, a group of soldiers rushed over quickly.

  Zhao Zhu's face still had a cold intent, but he stood on his horse and let out a loud roar.

  "Don't kill her!"

  A group of soldiers with steel knives in hand stopped dead in their tracks, watching as the lone rider galloped swiftly towards Zhao Zhu's direction. The veil on her head fluttered in the wind, revealing a corner of pale skin, making her look like a pretty decent-looking girl.

  Getting closer and closer, she is getting closer and closer.

  Then she dismounted and rushed towards Zhao Zhu.

  "Your Highness——" someone exclaimed.

  "Your Highness be careful, she is the Princess of Northern Di..." someone shouted.

  Zhao Zun's lips were pursed tightly, unable to explain, and even more so, unable to reveal her identity in public. As the figure rushed over, his Adam's apple moved violently as he quickly dismounted his horse and steadily caught the small figure amidst the crowd of people. Then, amidst the crowd's guesses and discussions, he tightly hugged her.

  "Zhao Shi Jiu, I'm going to kill you."

  Xia Qi's body pressed against his, her hands tightly grasping the hard armor on his waist, her eyes closed, her heart racing wildly.

  "Ah Qi, you're so disobedient!"

  He tightened his arms, then slowly pulled her a little closer, lowering his head to scold her. She blinked, looking at the face close at hand, the familiar breath, the familiar person, and the longing of nearly two months surged up in her heart like a tide. Before she could say anything, she wrapped her arms around his neck, tiptoed, and kissed his chin.

  She wanted to kiss his lips but wasn't tall enough.

  On his chin, she savored the masculine scent of sweat.

  She was slightly disappointed and her eyes dimmed a little without a kiss goodbye.

  He suddenly tightened his grip on her, lowered his head and pressed his lips tightly against hers.

  Between heaven and earth, the cries of killing had stopped, and the army that was cleaning up the remnants had also disappeared. Only the two of them were left, tightly embracing and kissing, their kisses passionate and intense as if they had just been reunited. The flames of passion had climbed to the top of their hearts, dominating their consciousness, making them forget that there were 150,000 soldiers watching around them. In the midst of their fierce and passionate exchange, under the scorching sun, it was as if they were in a dream, the two people drunk with love, silently and quietly going crazy.

  "Zhao Shi Jiu, are you going to chase me away or not?"

  "Never mind."

  "Really? That's great..."

  He held her tight, "From now on, wherever I am, you'll be there."

  "Haha, really, you're a man of your word?" Amidst the series of happy laughter, Xia Chuyi tightly hugged him, punching and hitting him. He just let her, his tall body wrapped around hers, as if embracing a little person, in the exchange of breaths and eye contact, only each other remained between heaven and earth.

  She thinks it's very quiet around here.

  Not a battlefield, no beacon fire, only thousands of trees and flowers are in full bloom.

  He was kissing her, in her eyes, everything was quiet, there was only his fiery lips.

  In fact—

  "Whoa!" The surroundings were in an uproar, with many people gasping in shock.

  "Northern Di Princess... and Your Highness, King of Jin?"

  "Could it be that the big fire earlier was set by Princess Beidi?"

  Many people were guessing in confusion, while Dongfang Qingxuan, who was following the army as a supervisor, looked at the two people tightly embracing each other among the thousands of soldiers and horses, slowly raised his head, looked at the Luolong Pass that had been burning for half a day, and silently turned his horse around.

  Digression

  War and strategic plots in the middle, I'm just a simple summary. Most of these are also what most readers don't like to read, basically skipping over when reading. Cough, so, just get the gist of it, our main tone is still emotional. Mua mua da!

  Regarding dust explosions, those who are interested can search for it on Baidu. The destructive power is very great, and there have been many cases that have occurred.