Can't a princess ascend the throne?

Chapter 341 is back again!
"Attention, all hands, ready, fire!"

The moment Namtso heard that voice, she felt as if her breath had stopped. This Ying Jiuque was completely unpredictable. She actually ordered the arrows to be fired when the grassland army chose to confront them head-on!

Although Jiu Que didn't know what Namtso was thinking, he could tell from the stunned expressions of the group of grassland people opposite him what they were thinking. Wait, aren't these people too naive? When the grasslands attacked the Central Plains before, they weren't given time to prepare. Why should he have to comply now that they want to confront him head-on? Aren't they overthinking it?

To strike while the iron is hot is the true principle of Jiuque.

"Shhhhh-"

Arrows rained down relentlessly, the bright sun hanging high in the sky, the cold arrows seeming to reflect a cruel light in the air. Saqi Khan, watching them hurtle towards him, was nearly driven to madness. But could he blame Ying Jiuque for acting unpredictably? Anything could happen on the battlefield, especially since his own methods weren't exactly honorable.

Therefore, at this moment, all he could do was shout at the top of his lungs.

"rush!"

Yes, retreating now would only lead to chaos and destruction; only by relentlessly charging forward could they possibly carve out a path to survival. Everyone understood their Khan's meaning, and at that moment, they gritted their teeth and charged forward with all their might.

Looking at their efforts, Jiu Que felt somewhat helpless. How come she seemed to be on the villain's side? Before this, it was clearly these grassland armies that had been constantly invading the Central Plains!

Therefore, all she could offer her opponent was an even denser rain of arrows.

Under the dense barrage of arrows, one steppe soldier after another fell. But in this life-or-death moment, the steppe soldiers behind could not care about anything else and rushed forward desperately, almost stepping over the corpses of their comrades.

But this suited Jiu Que's intentions perfectly. Her spear, like a streak of silver light, moved swiftly and nimbly through the crowd, rising and falling with each step. This streak of silver light blinded many. Sachi coldly watched as the other mercilessly reaped the lives of his subordinates, exhaled a sharp breath, and ordered the slaves driving the carriages to rush in that direction.

The sturdiness of his carriage was beyond question, and even the horses pulling it were the finest of the best. Now, charging at full speed, his pace was incredibly fast. In the blink of an eye, he had already reached Jiu Que. Sachi was truly old but vigorous; even severely injured and increasingly frail, he could still wield his longsword and charge forward with all his might.

Jiu Que was quite familiar with Sachi's physical condition, and seeing that he could still fight so fiercely under these circumstances, he was truly impressed.

However, Jiu Que swung his spear and smashed it hard against the wheel of the carriage he was riding in. The wheel shattered instantly from the impact, and the entire carriage lost its balance and tipped to the side. Sachi, who was already barely standing, also involuntarily swayed to the side. But the next moment, he didn't have to fall to the ground, because Jiu Que's spear pierced his shoulder and lifted him into the air!
"!"

"Khan!"

"Father Khan!"

Amidst a series of gasps, Jiuque hoisted Sachi's aged body like a banner. The banner, noticeably taller than the others, pierced the hearts of the charging steppe army. Each soldier wore a look of utter grief, utterly unable to comprehend that their great Khan would be so undignifiedly impaled in the air. Enraged and pained, they were swept forward by the crowd, involuntarily trying to knock the audacious woman off her horse. Unfortunately, the Great Jing soldiers behind her had already swarmed in, having witnessed their commander impaling the enemy Khan with a single spear thrust—a moment of triumph for their army. The two sides clashed, leather armor against iron armor, bursting forth in clouds of blood. The steppe instantly transformed into a giant meat grinder—this was warfare in the age of cold weapons.

Smelling the lingering stench of blood, Jiu Que smiled. The surrounding grassland soldiers were shocked to see this woman, covered in blood, still able to smile in such a state; she was definitely a devil.

Ignoring their thoughts, Jiu Que reached out and untied a rope from his horse, swiftly binding Sachi Khan into a tight knot. He then tossed him to his personal guards behind him and charged into the large herds of grassland troops like a wolf among sheep.

From this day forward, there will be no more Great Khan on the grasslands. The grasslands have wantonly encroached upon the Great Khanate for so many years; such days will never return.

In this battle, the roles of offense and defense have shifted!

The falcons soaring overhead seemed to be adding to the horrific carnage below, their constant cries making the battlefield appear even more desolate.

Despite his severe injuries, Namtso continued fighting in the battle. Fortunately, his loyal guards were extremely devoted, desperately shielding him from attacks from all sides, allowing him to hold out for a little longer. However, when he saw the woman, like a human killing machine, approaching, even the quick-witted Namtso couldn't help but sigh. Perhaps he would die here today. He wondered where the burly man who had left was now. He had to survive and avenge him someday…

"Kill--"

!

Namtso whirled around, and after a quick search, he pinpointed the tall figure fighting fiercely in the crowd. A lump formed in his throat, an urge to exhale. After a moment of dizziness, Namtso almost wanted to shout a curse! That idiot! Why did he come back? He had already sent him away.

The reason why Father Khan charged ahead at such an advanced age was to send Murden away. But this fool came back to die, and all their previous efforts were in vain!
"you this……"

"Don't curse me! I can't just stand by and watch you die here! And there's Father Khan, I have to save him. I can't run away with my tail between my legs. Today, we either escape together or we die here together. The people of the grasslands will never abandon their comrades!"

Namtso had countless curses he wanted to hurl at this utterly foolish thing, but for some reason he swallowed them back. Perhaps it was because this big guy had done so many stupid things since he was a child, and he was already used to it.

It's just a pity that they're probably going to die together today.

"Don't give up! If you die before I get there, what's the point of me coming back?"

Seeing that Namtso didn't even want to resist, Murdon was terrified and shouted. At the same time, he couldn't help but feel guilty. Uh, was he really that infuriating?

(End of this chapter)