Many children, many blessings; a stunningly beautiful wife is given to you right from the start.

The battle ended, and only the sound of the wind and the restless panting of horses remained in the world.

The lingering stench of blood in the air, mixed with the smell of dirt and charcoal, assaulted my nostrils.

Qin Ruxue and Fengniang rode up to Lin Mo's side.

One on the left, one on the right, perfectly sandwiching him in the middle.

A woman in black and red armor, looking dashing and heroic, is a Valkyrie who has just finished her shift on the set of Norse mythology.

A stunning goddess in black stockings and a tight-fitting outfit, exuding natural allure, had just arrived from a Nine-Tailed Fox cosplay convention.

Goodness, it's A Song of Ice and Fire, isn't it?

Looking at this chaotic, hellish scene, and then at the two beautiful women beside him whose pretty faces hadn't even twitched, Lin Mo felt that his own style was completely out of place with them.

Qin Ruxue dismounted, her boots making a dull thud as they stepped onto the blood- and mud-splattered ground.

She walked up to Lin Mo in a few quick steps, and without saying a word, her small, icy hands began to grope all over his body.

"Are you injured?"

"Don't worry, it's alright."

Lin Mo grabbed her hand, which was still wandering over his body.

"Stop touching me, or I'll have to pay."

On the other side, Feng Niang was still leaning against the horse's back, looking at Lin Mo with a gaze that seemed to stretch to silk, her voice so sweet and delicate it could be squeezed out of water.

"Young master~, you were so impressive just now! Those punches and kicks made my heart pound like crazy, louder than war drums!"

As he spoke, he deliberately changed his posture on horseback, leaning his body slightly forward, and his breathtaking chest swayed accordingly, drawing a dizzying trajectory in the moonlight.

It's so big, so white, and so dazzling.

Lin Mo felt a little hot in his nose.

Qin Ruxue turned around and glared at Feng Niang.

"Seriously! This is a battlefield!"

"Giggle giggle..."

Fengniang covered her mouth and giggled, looking just like a fox who had stolen a chicken.

After a thrilling battle, Feng Niang was no longer as wary of Qin Ruxue as before, and even started joking around.

"Is Sister Ruxue jealous? Oh dear, why be so petty, Sister?"

"How about we let the young master enjoy his favors equally tonight? We sisters can exchange our experiences then."

Qin Ruxue was stunned by Feng Niang's words, and then her face turned red all the way to the roots of her neck, even the tips of her ears turned pink.

"What nonsense are you spouting!"

Qin Ruxue blushed instantly.

She opened her mouth, wanting to refute, but found that she didn't have a single word in her vocabulary to match this fairy.

When it comes to leading troops into battle, she alone can take on ten Fengniangs.

But when it comes to driving a car with such a color, Fengniang could pin her to the ground and run her over repeatedly.

Qin Ruxue's face grew redder and redder, and she was about to explode when Lin Mo quickly interrupted her.

"Alright, alright, can we talk about something serious first?"

He turned to Qin Ruxue and asked.

"What are the casualties of our Xuanjia Army and Iron Cavalry?"

When the topic turned to business, Qin Ruxue regained some composure and turned back to Lin Mo.

"Within the pocket formation, due to changes in formation and the enemy's desperate counterattack, the infantry suffered 312 casualties, including 40 seriously wounded."

"Our cavalry pursued the fleeing troops, suffering 87 casualties, all of whom were lightly wounded. Our army has won a great victory in this battle!"

With fewer than 400 casualties, they wiped out an enemy army of 40,000.

"it is good."

Lin Mo nodded in satisfaction.

The casualty ratio was within his expectations, and even better than he had anticipated.

"Pass down the order to clean up the battlefield immediately."

"Gather up all usable weapons, armor, flags, and even the warhorses that are still breathing."

"Especially those crossbow bolts, not a single one can be wasted. Our family is poor, so we must learn to be thrifty and manage our household well."

Even a small mosquito is still meat, let alone so much free equipment.

This wave is called "zero-yuan purchase".

Qin Ruxue immediately nodded: "Okay!"

Fengniang also put away her seductive manner; she knew this was important business.

"Clean up the battlefield and take inventory of the supplies."

Lin Mo continued, "The entire army will continue its march in one hour."

Feng Niang was taken aback upon hearing this.

She swayed her slender waist, slid off the horse, and walked a few steps to Lin Mo's side, her breath sweet as orchids.

"Young master, shall we set off? Where to?"

She was a little puzzled.

Having just fought a major battle, shouldn't we be rushing back to our capital and celebrating at home?

Why do we have to set off overnight?

The soldiers were all exhausted.

Lin Mo didn't answer her, but looked to the other side.

Qin Ruxue stopped in her tracks.

She turned around abruptly, and a startling light flashed in her beautiful eyes.

The light contained a mixture of shock, excitement, and a fighting spirit called "madness."

"You mean...?"

Her voice was somewhat hoarse, yet it carried a trembling excitement.

"Take advantage of the situation...and capture Iron Wall Pass?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Fengniang was dumbfounded.

Her small mouth opened into an "O" shape, and for the first time, her captivating peach blossom eyes revealed a pure, awe-inspiring look, as if she had seen a prehistoric behemoth.

Lin Mo smiled as he observed the two women's drastically different reactions.

He walked over to Qin Ruxue and patted her shoulder approvingly.

"That's right."

"Wu Zhong and Elder Zhao are dead. Iron Wall Pass is now at its most vulnerable. All that is left is probably a group of old, weak, sick and disabled people and logistics troops."

"This is the best time to take advantage of his illness and kill him."

Lin Mo's tone was very calm.

"Leave three thousand infantrymen to transport all the spoils of war, as well as our surplus supplies, back to Blackwind City."

"All other troops, including the three thousand cavalry, should be lightly armed and immediately reorganized."

Lin Mo's gaze swept past the crowd and landed in the direction of Iron Wall Pass.

"Let's take them down in one fell swoop!"

"good!"

Qin Ruxue's answer was firm and resolute, without the slightest hesitation, her eyes blazing with fighting spirit.

She immediately turned around and relayed Lin Mo's orders as quickly as possible.

The entire battlefield became busy once again.

Feng Niang stared blankly at everything, watching the soldiers efficiently clean up the battlefield, watching Qin Ruxue decisively reorganize the troops, and watching Lin Mo's profile that seemed to say "go big or go home."

She suddenly realized that she might have underestimated this man.

His ambitions were far greater than she had imagined.

She took a deep breath, walked to Lin Mo's side, and followed Qin Ruxue's example by clasping her hands in a fist salute, though her movements appeared somewhat clumsy and comical.

"Young master, what can I do for you?"

Lin Mo glanced at her and then pulled her into his arms.

Then he leaned close to her ear, and his breath instantly tinged her snow-white earlobe with a blush.

"Good boy, you go back to Blackwind City with the group."

Lin Mo whispered in her ear.

"Go help Yiyi count all these spoils, put them in the warehouse and register them. This is a windfall for us."

"This servant...yes, Your Majesty~"

Feng Niang nestled obediently in Lin Mo's arms, her voice filled with a lazy sweetness.