Can't a princess ascend the throne?

Chapter 338 Raid
Everyone knew how dangerous the situation was, so no one said a word about not being able to continue traveling. After all, at this moment, time was life.

After traveling for half a day, everyone was exhausted and thirsty by noon. Just then, the scouts returned with delighted expressions. They had discovered a relatively hidden river ahead. It was more of a narrow stream, barely half a person's width wide. However, the water was crystal clear, and according to the soldiers who had gone to investigate, it was drinkable.

Hearing this, everyone was overjoyed. After receiving the Khan's permission, the group hurried forward, but everyone remained vigilant. While the first group went to drink water, a third of the men kept watch around the perimeter.

Muldur had already rushed over and drunk his fill of water, and even brought back a water bag full of water to throw to Namtso. Seeing that the other party still looked worried, he really couldn't understand it.

"We've already come this far, what are you still thinking about! Do you think those Great Jing armies will suddenly pop out from underground? Those Central Plains people, let alone traveling this far, they'd lose their way even after walking for half an hour on the grasslands. How can they compare to our experience, and with our eagle scouts?"

Namtso sipped the water from his water bag intermittently, his expression not very pleasant.

Have you been here before? Does this place look familiar?

Murdoch paused for a moment.

“I’ve never been here before. The grassland is so vast, how could I possibly have been to every corner? But isn’t this the only way back? Perhaps we’ve taken a slightly roundabout route, but the general direction is correct. Otherwise, those falcons would have already caused a huge uproar.”

Namtso didn't say anything about it, but turned around and asked the guards beside him. After receiving the same negative answer, his face grew increasingly grim.

By this time, the first group of soldiers who had drunk their fill had returned, lazily beckoning to their comrades who were keeping watch around them to come and drink. It was a vast plain, with no one in sight, so everyone gradually relaxed their guard. Especially seeing that their comrades had already drunk their fill, and feeling their own throats parched, they hurriedly handed over their water to their brothers and headed towards the stream.

The crowd was listless; some had even sat on the ground, rubbing their aching backs. Namtso frowned, finding them far too lazy. Just as he was about to get up and say something, his expression suddenly changed, and he roared at the top of his lungs.

"There's an ambush! Get up and engage the enemy!"

Everyone was resting when they suddenly heard the little prince's roar. Some obediently got up, but others simply couldn't. Just as they were about to say something impatiently, they suddenly felt a slight tremor in the ground around them—the sound of a large army rushing towards them!
Without Namtso needing to give any instructions or urge them on, everyone jumped up from the ground with incredible agility. One soldier looked up and saw the black mass surging towards him, his mouth agape in shock.

What's going on here? Are those huge, dark crowds of people soldiers from the Great Jing Dynasty? Aren't they stationed at the Northern Frontier Pass? Why are they here at this time?
But what's the use of thinking about these things now? Amidst the desperate roars of those around them, the group hurriedly grabbed their weapons and searched for their warhorses. However, they had been too careless earlier, so how could they possibly find any horses now? Before the enemy even arrived, they were already in a state of chaos, with men and horses falling to the ground.

Without a word, Murdon grabbed Namtso by the collar and threw him onto the nearest horse. He then jumped onto another horse next to him, grabbed Namtso's reins, and ran off. Although he was known for his bravery, he wasn't stupid. He didn't know how the group of Jing soldiers had suddenly appeared, but the distance between them was too close. At that distance, there was no time to create distance for a charge; retreat was the best option!

"Where did these bastards come from? I clearly checked just now, the surroundings were open, there was nowhere for anyone to hide!"

"Look at the dust and bits of grass on them, they were hiding underground!"

"Where would they have found the time to dig a tunnel? And how did they know we were going to pass through here?"

"How should I know?! Run, you idiot!"

"I'm your older brother, how dare you talk to me like that?! Shut your mouth right now, or you'll end up with a stomach full of gas."

"...Take care of yourself first."

Namtso's vision was blurry with stars. His wound was no longer painful, but numb. The blood had stopped flowing half an hour ago, not because the wound had healed, but because he felt like he was almost drained of all his blood.

Under such circumstances, running at high speed on horseback would be a huge physical burden for him. However, Namtso had no choice but to run for his life!
"Charge! Kill!"

On the contrary, the soldiers of the Great Jing who suddenly appeared were more excited than the last. Their faces were flushed. They had been waiting for the enemy to tire themselves out and were in high spirits. In addition, being able to ambush the grassland army and chase them around like rabbits was undoubtedly a stimulant for them, making their movements even smoother.

They've never fought such an exciting battle before!
No matter how they fled, the grassland army could only stay at the location designated by Lord Ying! They arrived here last night and dug trenches without stopping. About half an hour ago, they suddenly received orders from above to tie strips of cloth around the muzzles of their horses and put a stone in their own mouths to keep absolutely silent.

Although the crowd didn't know why Lord Ying had given such an order, they had long witnessed his brilliant military strategies. Therefore, they silently obeyed. It wasn't until they heard the sound of a large army passing by and the commotion that they excitedly discovered the fleeing steppe troops had gathered in one place, attempting to escape deeper into the grasslands. If they were allowed to escape, they would surely return with a vengeance, especially if Saqi Khan and his sons were not dead; one day they would lead their troops back. Kill them all! Eradicate evil completely!

When they finally heard the order to rush out and hunt down the enemy, everyone couldn't help but let out the loudest shouts of their lives. It was truly gratifying to finally see these bastards who had been harassing the border of Dajing being chased around by them!
Lord Ying has already given them such a favorable battle situation. If they still can't win, they might as well cut off their heads and carry them in their hands!
Furthermore, since this group of people has gathered together, doesn't that mean that Khan Saqi, the princes, and the leaders of all the major tribes are all in one place? Capturing just one of them would be a tremendous achievement, and being granted a title and a generalship would be a matter of great importance today!

Thinking of this, every soldier in the Great Jing army had red eyes!
(End of this chapter)