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Chapter 350 A Deserved Failure

The biting wind, swirling with snowflakes, raged across the wasteland like a storm of blades.

The two armies faced each other across the desolate wasteland, the chilling atmosphere almost making one hold their breath.

On Meng Xiao's side were tens of thousands of disciplined elite border troops. Their formation was exceptionally well-executed, with their left-hand shields forming an impenetrable barrier and their right-hand spears gripping firmly as solid as a mountain.

The entire army resembled a giant meteor hammer, or a steel behemoth breathing heavily, with the howling of the wind and the crackling of flags being torn constantly ringing out.

Every soldier seemed to be rooted to the battlefield, their eyes fixed firmly on the front.

On the other side, the female soldiers from the desert seemed to come from another world. Their numbers were just as numerous, but their formation was as chaotic as a pot of boiling water, surging forward in a chaotic rush.

Their equipment was also a mess, consisting of a jumble of fur coats and animal bones.

The weapons were a motley collection, as if they had been pulled out from some corner.

Yet, each of them wore a look of unwavering certainty, as if they were convinced they would win.

On a slightly elevated sand dune, the Third Princess Jiang Liuli, draped in a snow-white fox fur coat, coldly surveyed the scene. Beside her stood the Khatun, her face filled with worry.

"Princess, can we really win?" Although her mind had been completely cleansed, the Khatun still felt uncertain in the face of Meng Xiao's grim military formation.

"Are you questioning me?" the Third Princess said, not even bothering to lift her eyelids.

"No! How could I dare!" The Khatun trembled with fear and almost knelt down.

The Third Princess then slowly shifted her gaze to her, her eyes looking down on her with an air of superiority, as if a god were looking down on an ant.

“Look up at me,” she said.

The Khatun raised his face tremblingly.

The Third Princess's tone remained as flat and resolute as ever: "I'll tell you again why we will surely win. Because we are women. We are born stronger than them. Remember, this is the only truth in this world."

She extended a finger as white as jade, pointing contemptuously at Meng Xiao's army: "See those tin cans? That's just a bunch of pigs putting on a turtle shell to hide how weak they are. They think they can rest easy like that, what a joke. They have no idea how strong a woman who has eaten her fill of meat, eggs, and dairy can be!"

She looked at Khatun and continued, "Khtun, listen carefully. What you are about to do is very simple."

“Please give your orders, Princess!” Khatun said immediately.

The Third Princess spoke casually, as if chatting with someone: "Charge! Tear their formation apart with your bare hands, and smash their bones."

No retreat, no hesitation, and no thinking of anything else. Kill. Keep killing. Victory will naturally come to us. Because this is the law of the world.

The Third Princess's speech was abstract and absurd, like some kind of mindless idealistic slogan. However, it was this slogan that successfully stirred up the Khatun's emotions.

"I understand!" The Khatun looked as if he had been given a whole jug of strong liquor; his face turned bright red, his reason vanished, and all that remained in his heart was unfounded confidence.

The Third Princess waved her hand indifferently: "Go, let me see what you look like after you awaken."

"Yes!"

The Khatun turned around without the slightest hesitation.

She strode down the sand dune. The wind and snow whipped her face like whips, but she felt no cold at all. Instead, she felt an inexhaustible energy throughout her body, as if it were about to explode from the very marrow of her bones.

She reached the front lines and nimbly mounted her warhorse. Tens of thousands of eyes behind her were fixed on her, their gazes filled with frenzied fantasies.

Khatun took a deep breath; the cold air of the wasteland pierced her lungs like knives, but it could not cool the madness in her heart. She suddenly drew the curved sword from her waist, its blade flashing a chilling arc in the dim light.

She pointed the tip of her knife directly at Meng Xiao's formation, and with all her might, let out a roar that seemed to tear the heavens apart: "Sisters! For the princess! For our glory! Charge with me!"

"Oooo!"

Tens of thousands of female soldiers erupted in wild howls like wild beasts, like a flood bursting its banks, and launched a desperate charge towards Meng Xiao's army formation.

The earth trembled.

Meng Xiao stood at the front of the formation, calmly watching the surging crowd.

The distance between the two sides is closing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Just as the female soldiers rushed into the range of the arrows, Meng Xiao raised his hand and slashed down like a guillotine!
"put!"

"Buzz!"

Suddenly, a scene resembling a locust plague appeared on the horizon, with countless dense black dots gathering in the sky.

But those weren't locusts; they were a dark cloud woven from arrows. With a deafening buzz that nearly tore at the eardrums, the arrows mercilessly pierced the surging crowd. Piercing screams erupted instantly, and the female soldiers at the forefront, as if tripped by a rope, fell in droves, trampled underfoot by those behind, turning into a bloody pulp almost instantly.

Ignoring all else, the Khatun kept the Third Princess's instructions firmly in mind and shouted, "Don't stop! Charge! Smash them to pieces!"

With her beast-like roar, the female soldier continued her frenzied charge forward.

Finally, the two torrents collided in the most savage way!
Meng Xiao's army held their ground, using shields to block the female soldiers' charge.

Their hands gripped the shields so firmly that the female soldiers' momentum was abruptly halted the moment they made contact.

Just like the tide crashing against a dam, even though there is a loud explosion and waves splashing everywhere, which looks terrifying, once the water recedes, you can see that the dam is completely still.

After the female soldiers were blocked, Meng Xiao's soldiers thrust their spears through the gaps in the shields, instantly piercing through the female soldiers in front of them.

The shouts of killing, the screams of metal clashing, the muffled thuds of bones breaking, and the desperate gasps of those dying—all these sounds were mixed into a bloody porridge.

Driven by sheer madness, the female soldiers desperately tried to break through Meng Xiao's army formation.

However, their attacks were completely chaotic, just a flurry of slashes and hacks, while Meng Xiao's soldiers were like a group of calm butchers, working in groups of three or five, coordinating as if they were one person.

Parry, turn, thrust—every movement was clean and efficient, wasting no energy, and its efficiency in reaping lives was chilling.

The casualty ratio between the two sides increased at an extremely rapid pace.

The Khatun, blinded by rage, was completely oblivious to this. She was simply executing the Third Princess's tactics relentlessly—never retreat, kill! Kill is the only way!
However, when she took the lead and cut down one enemy after another, and then looked back in a moment of respite, she was horrified to find that her sisters were disappearing at an alarming rate.

But the steel defense line in front of them remained unshaken.

At that moment, the cavalrymen who had been standing like statues on both flanks of Meng Xiao's army moved.

"All troops, flank them from both sides!"

At the general's command, two streams of black iron, like two sharp swords, pierced into the female soldiers from the left and right.

It cut through their lines easily, penetrating from front to back.

With each swing of their sabers, the cavalrymen took a life with precision, and each charge cleaved a deep, bloody trench in the chaotic enemy ranks.

This completely devastated them.

Besieged on all sides, the female soldiers could no longer maintain their fanatical mindset, and screams of terror rose and fell.

The Khatun looked around frantically, watching the female soldiers being crushed like wheat thrown into a millstone.

The successive defeats and the hopeless situation began to shake the Khatun's resolve.

She abruptly reined in her horse, turned back to look at the high sand dunes, and cried out in confusion, "Princess! What's going on?!"

The third princess on the dune heard it. Of course she heard it. Her face suddenly tightened, and her lips pressed into a cold line.

But she did not answer. The only response from the Khatun was the even more piercing screams from the battlefield.

The Khatun watched as the familiar tribal flag was cut in half with a single stroke, and as the sisters he had met and chatted with just a few days ago were pinned to the ground alive by several spears.

Khatun didn't understand, she couldn't comprehend why following the Third Princess's tactics had resulted in such a disastrous situation.

She frantically swung her sword, cutting down the enemies in front of her, but more enemies poured in through the gap. Her struggles were futile against the elite cavalry.

Sweat and blood blurred her vision, and the expression on her face shifted from confusion to agony. She cried out towards the sand dune again, "I did exactly as you said! I didn't back down! I let them keep killing! Why did it turn out like this?!"

The third princess on the sand dune just stared coldly, and no one could tell what she was thinking.

This silence drove the Khatun to the brink of collapse.

She gave up resisting, standing frozen in the center of the chaotic battlefield, screaming in a shrill voice, "Where did we go wrong?! Princess, answer me!"

At that moment, a cavalryman charged toward the Khatun.

As the two passed each other, the knight swung his short-handled hammer and knocked the Khatun off his horse.

Khatun fell heavily to the ground, the back of his head hitting the sand, kicking up a small handful of dust.

Blood trickled from the corner of her mouth. Soldiers in battle passed by her, but she didn't get up. She just lay there, staring blankly at the sky.

In the end, this massive battle, from its tumultuous beginning to its utter defeat, lasted less than an hour.

(End of this chapter)