Can't a princess ascend the throne?

Chapter 314 Slaying?

I wonder if those two princes on the grassland have fallen into the trap they set...

"Boom boom boom!"

Two streams of black armor, like clouds, collided, producing a deafening roar. Amidst the blackness, vivid red splashes occasionally broke out—the boiling blood of humans, falling onto this cold, arid land. Each collision resulted in large amounts of this red splattering. But humans were accustomed to such scenes; after all, this was the northern frontier. The people living here had long been used to bloodshed and sacrifice.

In his royal tent, far removed from the battlefield, Khan Sachi, his face obscured by a thick beard, glanced up at the raging battle and frowned slightly. In his plan, the Northern Frontier army should have been rendered incapable of fighting; why did they appear perfectly normal? No, their fighting strength was even greater than before!
"I've been tricked," was Sachi Khan's only thought at that moment. However, on the battlefield, is it really a situation where you can simply retreat as you please?
The Northern Frontier Army had prepared for so long precisely to lull the enemy into a false sense of security and then strike with a single, decisive blow. Sachi Khan believed this would be a battle that would completely open the gates of the Great Jing, but little did he know that in the eyes of the Northern Frontier Army, it was also a war capable of upending the grasslands.

Lin Chongshan slowly drew his longsword. The main force behind him stared intently at the battlefield ahead, their swords itching to drink the enemy's blood. At this moment, they awaited their commander's order.

"Gentlemen! Let's charge in together!"

"Yes!"

The response was overwhelming, and the entire battlefield echoed with the resounding voices of the Northern Frontier Army. They didn't seem like people who had contracted smallpox or were terrified of it; they were clearly a group of warriors who feared neither death nor injury!

Compared to the Northern Frontier Army, who were well-rested, well-fed, and incredibly strong, the steppe barbarians, having traveled a long way, hadn't had enough to eat for several days. Many of them had contracted smallpox, the extent of which varied. Even among the people of Dajing, the steppe barbarians were no different from demons. But they were ultimately mortal beings; who would want to die if they could live? They too harbored a deep fear of smallpox. However, the Khan's promises were so tempting that they had lost their minds. Even if some of them sensed something was wrong, who could defy the Khan, the supreme ruler of this steppe?
Before this war, the people of the grasslands thought that the Northern Frontier Army was already weakened by smallpox. They never expected that the army would not only not be weak, but would be full of energy. This was undoubtedly a heavy blow.

Lin Chongshan, the female general whom General Ying Chongming valued most, lived up to her reputation and was now like a hurricane on the battlefield, leaving a trail of devastation wherever she went!
Her target was very clear: the Khan's royal tent, which was located behind heavy protection!
Lin Chongshan was simply too brave. For a time, none of the grassland barbarians could stop her! Even when the other sons of Sachi Khan rushed up, they still couldn't stop Lin Chongshan's advance.

Two incense sticks' worth of time passed, and Lin Chongshan was surrounded by the best of the Northern Frontier Army. They swept past Saqi Khan's sons and their followers like blades, and were only 500 steps away from Saqi Khan's palanquin!
At this point, Sachi Khan's expression finally changed.

"Stop her! Stop her!"

The surrounding soldiers rushed forward recklessly. But on the battlefield, in the short term, sheer strength determined everything. Sachi's two most valiant sons weren't there, and the others were no match for Lin Chongshan. Therefore, caught off guard, they were brought to such close range by Lin Chongshan. Fortunately, Sachi Khan had enough men around her; they risked their lives to slow Lin Chongshan down, at least temporarily halting the people following behind her.

Before Sachi Khan could even show a look of relief, Lin Chongshan kicked his horse hard in the belly. The steed, which had fought alongside her for nearly ten years, seemed to understand its master's meaning. With a long neigh, it leaped into the air, its hooves slamming into the steppe barbarians, carving a path through them. Lin Chongshan then abruptly soared off the horse, flying like a black bird, his target Sachi Khan, seated in her palanquin!
"Qiang Qiang Qiang!"

Although Sachi Khan was old, he was still agile. He reacted in the nick of time, drawing his treasured sword and exchanging several fierce blows with Lin Chongshan. However, compared to him, the vigorous Lin Chongshan clearly had the upper hand. After a dazzling series of exchanges, Lin Chongshan forcefully knocked the sword from his opponent's hand, then grabbed Sachi Khan's neck with his other hand and slammed it against the sharp points of the palanquin.

With a single blow, Sachi Khan was struck on the head, bleeding profusely. A few more blows and she would be dead. But at that moment, a ruthless glint flashed in Sachi Khan's eyes. She opened her mouth and spat out a tiny needle, no thicker than a hair. The distance between them was too close; Lin Chongshan had almost no chance to dodge. Just as a look of certainty crossed Sachi Khan's eyes, Lin Chongshan slightly shifted his body. With a clang, the needle pierced her clothes, stopping just before her breastplate.

That was a protective soft armor given to her by Jiu Que before she went to battle, with a steel mirror on the front and back. It was a new steel-making method developed by Jiu Que, with extraordinary hardness. However, it had only just begun production, and the amount of steel produced was limited, just enough to make a batch of new weapons and a set of protective soft armor for a few important generals. But, in Jiu Que's words, once production began, it would quickly keep up with their demand.

Upon hearing the clanging sound, disbelief flashed in Sachi Khan's eyes. Just as he was about to make a move, Lin Chongshan had already crushed his neck with one hand without any hesitation. With a crack, his neck drooped limply at an odd angle, and his hairy head also slumped down.

At that very moment, Lin Chongshan felt a slight pain in her fingers. She was wearing gold-threaded gloves, but there were inevitably gaps in them. Just as she exerted force, a needle shot from her left rear, piercing through those gaps and embedding itself in her finger.

At first, there was a slight pain, followed by a strange numbness.

Lin Chongshan's expression remained unchanged. Almost simultaneously, he threw out his long sword and charged straight at the unassuming guard!
Unfortunately, the guard, despite his unremarkable attire, possessed considerable martial prowess. He deflected the longsword aimed directly at him and fought Lin Chongshan for thirty moves without being at a disadvantage. It wasn't that he was stronger than Lin Chongshan, but rather that Lin Chongshan's movements were gradually slowing down.

That needle was poisoned.

(End of this chapter)