Can't a princess ascend the throne?

Chapter 313 Frontal Battles
Everyone knew that the other party was deliberately provoking them. But women seem to have an innate ability to sympathize with other women, especially when the deceased was a comrade they had spent day and night with.

Huru was inherently cruel, and his favorite pastime was challenging humanity. He had previously tortured the slaves in his tribe, so he knew they were actually quite sensitive to the life and death of their own kind. This was probably what one of the female slaves meant by empathy. Unfortunately, Huru lacked this empathy; instead, he was adept at using it to defeat his enemies, both physically and psychologically.

Perhaps it was because he was too young and had never participated in battles against the Northern Frontier Army before. But this tried-and-true tactic suddenly lost its effectiveness, because the well-disciplined army on the other side, especially the group of women soldiers in full black armor, remained as immovable as mountains, without the slightest wavering.

Lin Chongshan sat upright on her horse, her dark eyes calmly observing the mountain of flesh opposite her. Perhaps this was the nature of barbarian men; tormenting women in front of them seemed to give them greater psychological pleasure. Lin Chongshan had served in the army for many years, and anyone with a weak mind wouldn't have survived this long. Moreover, she knew in her heart that Hu Lu'er had only said those words to deliberately provoke her.

Such provocation was utterly insignificant to her; every soldier in the Women's Army was a formidable warrior. From the very beginning of their service, each woman learned of the darkness of the battlefield. Even if they harbored resentment and bitterness, to the barbarians, women were a resource. This wasn't just true on the grasslands; it was the same throughout the Central Plains. They were born as a reproductive resource; it seemed that if you were a woman, you couldn't escape this treatment.

Lin Chongshan selected a small, thin young general from his ranks.

"Yan Tao, go and cut his head off for me."

"Yes!"

A clear, excited voice rang out, and the small, thin young general solemnly responded, then gently spurred his horse and entered the arena.

"I am Yan Tao. Please enlighten me, General."

Hu Lu stared at the other person for a long time, then suddenly burst into wild laughter, "Hahahaha, which noble lady has run to the battlefield to play? In this life-or-death struggle between friend and foe, she even has to announce her name. Such politeness must mean she has delicate skin."

The entire battlefield seemed to echo with Hu Lu'er's maniacal laughter. In the silence, Hu Lu'er kicked his warhorse hard and charged toward the thin figure. He wanted to torture the soldiers in front of 20 Northern Frontier soldiers!
Yan Tao panicked slightly as she watched the figure charging straight at her. She was fully armored, and her face was covered by a helmet, revealing only her dark eyes. Seeing the aggressive figure, she hesitated for a moment, then spurred her horse to meet the attack.

The distance between them drew ever closer. Hu Lu'er could almost smell the other's fragrance. His eyes were bloodshot, and he was breathing heavily through his nostrils. In this early winter, wisps of steam swirled around his face, making him appear like a wild beast. Hu Lu'er's eyes were fixed on the increasingly close, slender figure, and he began to swing the large iron hammer in circles. Fifty paces, forty paces, thirty paces, fifteen paces…

That female general from the well doesn't seem to be carrying a weapon? Or is she so panicked that she can't even draw her sword? Ha, women are just women, what use are they besides giving birth? Going to the battlefield is just suicide.

The other person reached out, seemingly taking out something, and waved it in their direction. Hu Lu'er disdainfully raised her left hand to block it; it was nothing more than a small dagger or something, useless to her anyway. She was thinking about how to strip off her tightly fitting armor in public, and then… uh, then…

"Pfft!"

What is that sound? Why does it feel so close? And why has his gaze shifted? How can he see his own tall figure sitting on a horse? Why does he feel like he's spinning?
It wasn't until he landed with a thud that Hu Lu'er realized, oh, it wasn't that his view had turned around, it was that his head had fallen off.

The tall, headless corpse was still habitually swinging its large iron hammer, but its head, with its bristling hair and beard, had rolled to the ground, swirling in the dirt. Two horses passed each other, and the slender figure gently bumped into it, causing Hu Lu'er's headless corpse to fall from the horse with a thud, kicking up a cloud of dust.

After a brief silence, a deafening roar erupted.

"Vice General Yan is truly awe-inspiring!"

"Mighty! Mighty!"

Compared to the cheers and jubilation on the other side of the scenic area, there was an incredulous chorus of boos on the grassland. Many of them hadn't even seen what had just happened when their warrior, Hulu'er, had his head chopped off!
He didn't even last a single round against that woman from the well; it was utterly shameful!
Everyone on the grasslands was indignant, but it was undeniable that the defeat in the first battle had indeed dampened their morale.

Jiu Que, who had been closely observing the situation, saw it clearly. The weapon in the hands of the Deputy General Yan was a silk thread as thin as a silkworm's silk, made of some unknown material, yet remarkably flexible. With a mere flick of her wrist, the blade, only about half a finger long, attached to the end of the thread flew out, precisely bypassing Hu Lu'er's left arm that was covering his body, wrapping around his neck, and then tightening sharply, severing his head!
The speed was so fast that the enemy general didn't even realize he was dead.

"call……"

"Aunt Lin's staff is truly full of talented people; this Deputy General Yan is really remarkable."

"You mean Yang Tao? That girl, don't let her timid and submissive appearance fool you, she's actually the most cunning and wicked. In the recent military competitions, no one who faced her fared well."

"That girl loves to play dumb to lower people's guard so she can strike when they're off guard. It's strange, isn't it? This isn't the first time she's done this, so why do the barbarians always fall for it?"

"I guess they look down on us women of Dajing from the bottom of their hearts. Even if we become soldiers and generals, it's nothing special to them. Little do they know that people are most easily defeated by their own arrogance."

With several uncles, aunts, and elders chatting amongst themselves, Jiu Que finally understood the strength of this Deputy General Yan Tao.

In any case, Jiu Que was truly much more relaxed at this moment.

As he watched as both sides finished their pre-battle confrontation and began large-scale troop movements, Jiu Que turned his gaze to the southeast, a look of unease creeping over him.

(End of this chapter)