Can't a princess ascend the throne?

Chapter 255 Clear Goal
"Lord Ying..."

After analyzing the advantages and disadvantages of the situation for both sides, Di Yun's face turned grim as he told Jiu Que. What was originally a sure-fire recreational mission had turned into a direct confrontation with the barbarians of the grasslands, and facing their cavalry charge no less. He might not be able to complete the task given to him by the general. How could he possibly have a good expression?
Those grassland barbarians rarely cross the border between the two countries... Wait, it seems they crossed the border a while ago and were chased by General Lin Chongshan and his women's army. Could it be that those grassland barbarians, who had nowhere to escape, just happened to pass by here?

Regardless of why they were here, it seemed pointless to investigate further at this point. Jiu Que sighed and expressed his deep apologies.

"Gentlemen, I'm sorry. If I hadn't wanted to come to the grasslands, I wouldn't have encountered the barbarians."

“My lord, how can I blame you? It was all my fault for persuading you to run another thirty miles ahead, otherwise we wouldn’t have encountered this situation. What was I thinking, leading you into danger? This was truly not my intention…”

"Alright! You don't need to blame yourself."

Seeing Bai Ruhui almost crying from self-blame, Jiu Que quickly comforted him, saying that at this point, blaming and complaining would be useless. The only way to survive now was to fight bravely against the enemy.

"In the end, it's all the barbarians' fault. Besides, although we are outnumbered, I believe your bravery is in no way inferior to that of the steppe barbarians. Although I didn't grow up on the frontier, you are all my comrades and elders. I refuse to believe that we can't defeat those barbarians!"

With a "whoosh," he drew his longsword, pointing it directly at the grassland barbarian whose expression was now contorted with excitement. He then abruptly yanked the reins.

"It seems that the antelope wasn't the first prey I gave my uncle; the heads of those grassland barbarians were! Soldiers, follow me and charge! If we live, we'll eat meat, drink wine, and get paid together; if we die, we'll just be buried together, so we won't be lonely in the afterlife!"

"kill!"

"kill--"

In reality, it's simple for soldiers to develop respect and a willingness to follow a general on the battlefield: all they need to do is lead from the front and charge ahead of everyone else. Moreover, Jiu Que has never been to a battlefield before; in the eyes of the soldiers, she's just a girl who needs care. Now that even she's charging ahead, how can these seasoned warriors stand idly by and fall behind?!
They were all so excited that their faces turned red, and they rushed out in unison, following the horse in front of them. They were full of fighting spirit, and even the grassland barbarians galloping towards them from afar couldn't help but be stunned when they saw this.

What's going on? When did these sheep-like people of Dajing develop such a ferocious, wolf-like aura? This aura inevitably reminds them of the women's army that has always followed closely behind them. Ying Chongming was already difficult to deal with over a decade ago, and now Lin Chongshan is no pushover either. And then there's that childlike-faced Yuchi Mingwan!

Why would the weak Dajing people have so many powerful generals protecting them? They're nothing but a bunch of useless fools, only slightly more skillful at making useful tools and growing delicious food. But without sharp teeth and claws, they can't protect themselves. If it weren't for the despicable Northern Frontier Army, if it weren't for these generals who refused to leave the Northern Frontier even half a step, they would have already marched south and taken the capital.

"Capture that woman, she's important, she must be alive!"

Seeing the grassland man point precisely in her direction, Jiu Que narrowed her eyes, drew her bow, and nocked an arrow, the sharp arrowhead aimed directly at the man's throat. He was a battle-hardened general; hearing the whistling of a weapon cutting through the air, he instinctively leaned back, but the arrow still grazed his scalp, tearing off a clump of hair and ripping a long gash in his scalp, causing blood to splatter. Seeing Jiu Que's initial victory, the soldiers behind her cheered, their fighting spirit growing even stronger. The two sides' warhorses, after a short charge, finally clashed violently. Jiu Que was rightfully facing the opposing leader; king against king, general against general. As the leader of this force, she had to act like one.

Just then, the male leader opposite her had almost had his head smashed open by her, and was extremely angry. He didn't hold back and confronted her, even uttering arrogant and outrageous words.

"Da Jing woman, I'm going to peel your scalp open and stuff it full of sheep dung!"

Although the higher-ups said they wanted living people, they didn't specify what kind of living people they wanted. Anyone who was still alive was considered a living person.

Looking into the other person's malicious eyes, Jiu Que was surprised to find her body trembling slightly. At first, she thought she was scared, but she quickly realized that no, this was the feeling of her blood boiling.

"You're right, say a few more words."

This sounds like a compliment, but even if the grassland people on the other side didn't know much about the situation in Da Jing, they knew that the other party wouldn't praise them under such circumstances. After all, the long sword in her hand was already coming down towards their head with lightning speed. It would be a miracle if she said anything nice under these circumstances.

Since that's the case, he doesn't need to show mercy to one woman.

Wielding a heavy longsword, she clashed it with Jiu Que's longsword. A tall, muscular, bear-like middle-aged man faced a slender, somewhat frail woman. It seemed the man had a better chance of winning, and all the grassland men thought so. Although they had been warned beforehand, who would believe a seemingly weak woman from the Great Jing could withstand such a heavy blow? It must be that their opponent was too weak to have mistaken a mere girl for someone as powerful as General Ying Chongming.

However, reality dealt them a harsh blow. The moment the longsword clashed with the long saber, it wasn't the seemingly helpless little girl who was sent flying, but rather the smug, burly man from the grasslands.

Yes, the opposing leader was directly deflected by Jiu Que's longsword, as easily as flicking away a small ant, without any power to resist.

Jiu Que glanced down at her hands and suddenly noticed something. She wondered if it was inherited from her long-deceased mother. She found that when she was on the battlefield, her strength would increase exponentially. The angrier, more excited, and more her blood boiled, the stronger she became.

After the leader was thrown into the air, he was trampled by the warhorses of both sides, and in the blink of an eye, he was no longer a complete corpse.

That's how cavalry charges work: whoever falls off their horse first loses. But in peacetime competitions, it's just a matter of losing face. On the battlefield, between cavalrymen, falling off their horse means certain death.

(End of this chapter)