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Chapter 352 Unequal Battle
Two more days passed.

Inside Meng Xiao's command tent, a messenger was bowing his head and reporting: "Report! General, another challenge has been sent from the desert!"

Upon hearing this, all the generals inside the tent burst into laughter.

"Hahaha, they dare to come again? Do they want to die even faster?"

"I think that third princess has lost her mind. We've already captured those two good-for-nothings, Khatun and Telan, so what does she have left to fight us with?"

Meng Xiao snatched the challenge letter and unfolded it to read it.

The handwriting on the letter was wild, and the content of the letter was as arrogant as ever.

“Meng Xiao, I’m tired of dealing with you ants. It’s time to end this.”

Three days later, I will personally arrive on the wasteland to show you what true power is. Prepare for your doom.

He tossed the challenge letter onto the table and sneered, "What's the enemy's situation?"

The messenger gave a strange smile and replied, "General, the Third Princess personally led the army and set off yesterday. However, the number of men under her command, at most, is probably less than five thousand!"

Now, the atmosphere inside the tent reached an even more enthusiastic level.

"Five thousand? Haha, are they just here to deliver our heads?"

"I think after this, we can storm into their lair and wipe out the desert completely!"

The generals were eager and excited. In their eyes, this was no decisive battle, but rather a performance of entertainment arranged specifically for them.

Meng Xiao also smiled broadly, and then he subconsciously reached for his waist, wanting to open the brocade pouch to check as before.

But there was nothing there.

He was stunned for a moment before realizing that Chu Lu had only given him two brocade pouches, and they were already used up.

A barely perceptible unease crossed his mind. He looked at the supervising eunuch beside him and asked, "Your Excellency, did His Majesty forget to give out a brocade pouch back then?"

Upon hearing this, the supervising eunuch was immediately startled and shook his head, saying, "General, you must be joking! I saw with my own eyes that the Prime Minister handed the brocade pouch to me, and then carefully protected it all the way to you. There are exactly two! There's absolutely no mistake!"

Upon hearing this, Meng Xiao frowned deeply.

He pondered for a moment. It seemed that he would have to fight three times, but Chu Lu had only given him two brocade pouches. What did that mean?
"Could it be..." Meng Xiao had a guess in his mind, and muttered to himself, "Does His Majesty think that after the first two battles, the victory is already secured, and I can handle the situation myself in the future, so there is no need for him to give me any more advice?"

Once the thought crossed Meng Xiao's mind, the more he thought about it, the more convinced he became that it was right.

Realizing Chu Lu's trust in him, he was filled with boundless pride.

Yes, that's definitely it!
"Who am I? A veteran who crawled out of piles of corpses, I've fought more battles than I've eaten salt in my life. In this situation, if I can still lose, I might as well quit the army and go home to grow sweet potatoes!"
With his mind clear, Meng Xiao no longer hesitated or worried. He slammed his hand on the table, his voice booming like thunder: "Issue my order! The entire army assembles. Three days from now, follow me on the expedition! This time, we'll flatten that damn desert!"

"Yes!"

The soldiers inside the tent responded enthusiastically.

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Three days later, in the wasteland.

The sky was eerily gloomy. The sun was swallowed by thick clouds, letting out only a pale, pale light. The wind blew from the depths of the desert, cold and harsh, stinging my face like countless tiny ice needles.

Meng Xiao's army was surrounded by fluttering banners and orderly ranks, its imposing presence as awe-inspiring as ever.

The soldiers' faces were full of confidence. After two unprecedented victories, they no longer regarded the desert female soldiers as serious opponents.

They're all just meat on their chopping board.

However, the closer they got, the more an indescribable sense of oppression spread through the army.

It's so quiet.

The enemy's formation was a joke; it was sparse and disorganized, lacking any real formation, and looked no different from a bunch of beggars hastily assembled.

But there was no fear on their faces; instead, there was an eerie calm.

The feeling was like that of a group of believers awaiting a miracle. The wind grew colder, and some warhorses began to paw restlessly and snort.

The soldiers in the front row suddenly shivered involuntarily, feeling that the already freezing weather had become even colder.

As Meng Xiao rode on his horse, he stared at the lone figure of the Third Princess ahead of the desert female soldiers, his brows furrowed deeply.

Not right.

Something's not right anywhere.

But his mind told him that he had an absolute advantage in terms of troop strength, equipment, and morale. In this situation, even if the legendary military genius came, there was absolutely no reason for him to lose.

"Hmph, playing tricks!" Meng Xiao forcefully suppressed the slight doubt in his heart. If he hesitated and looked back, he would lose even a battle he could have won.

He drew his sword, its tip pointing forward, and roared, "The entire army..."

"attack!"

The thunderous sound of war drums rang out, the horns tore through the sky, and the cavalry charged like a flood, kicking up clouds of yellow sand, towards the seemingly fragile enemy formation!

As the cavalry charged wildly, Meng Xiao roared once more.

"Archers, shoot!"

Thousands upon thousands of arrows soared into the sky, darkening the daylight and emitting deathly shrieks as they hurtled towards the enemy.

Faced with the onrushing cavalry and a hail of arrows, the Third Princess wore a disdainful expression. The next moment, she moved.

She didn't do anything earth-shattering; she just raised her hand lightly.

In an instant, the wind was gone.

The bone-scraping whistling sound vanished into thin air. In its place came an absolute chill that could freeze the soul, as if some monster slumbering in the deepest abyss had opened its eyes and dragged the entire world into its icy breath.

The arrows, flying like locusts, suddenly slowed down as if they had hit an invisible wall halfway through their flight. A layer of frost climbed up the arrow shafts at a visible speed, instantly turning them into icicles.

Then, with a clang, the arrows fell limply from mid-air, crashing to the ground and shattering into pieces.

"What?!" No one could understand what they were seeing.

Before the soldiers could recover from this incredible feat, a wall made of ice crystals and cold air suddenly sprouted from the cracked earth at the very front of the charging cavalry!
It was tall and thick, like a giant tombstone, lying across the front of the iron cavalry.

The cavalrymen at the front didn't even have time to think about reining in their horses before they and their horses plunged headlong into the chasm with tremendous momentum.

There was no deafening roar as expected.

absolutely not.

All I could hear was a cracking sound that sent chills down my spine.

Whether it was the armor made of fine steel or the battle sword forged through countless trials, along with the knights and their warhorses, they shattered into a sky full of scarlet ice mist the moment they crashed into the ice wall!

Those behind desperately tried to stop, but the crowd continued to surge forward. Horses collided, people trampled, and the entire charging formation resembled a crumpled rope, completely blocked.

The nearly five thousand female soldiers in the desert watched quietly, their faces gradually revealing a fanatical expression as if they were witnessing a miracle.

But this is just the beginning.

After the arrows and cavalry were wiped out, the Third Princess slowly raised her hand again. A thick, frost-white column of air, as thick as a siege engine, shot out from her fingertips.

The column of air, like a roaring ice dragon, ruthlessly plowed through Meng Xiao's army formation! Where the column of air passed, the earth was instantly frozen and cracked. Whether it was men or horses, they were all torn into the tiniest dust in that extreme cold, leaving only a scar on the wasteland emitting eerie white steam.

This is no longer a war, but a massacre of humanity by God.

Meng Xiao felt ice-cold all over, his face drained of color. He stared blankly at the hellish scene before him, composed of ice crystals and bits of flesh, his mind a constant buzzing.

(End of this chapter)