Kill the enemy and get a wife? I'll single-handedly slaughter my way through the Northern Barba

Bayan Mengke was defeated, and the defeat was sudden and unexpected.

He never expected Zhang Liao to suddenly come to his aid.

Even more unexpectedly, these five thousand soldiers were able to break through the Northern Barbarian army on the west side in one fell swoop, unleashing awe-inspiring combat power!

Zhang Liao's army swept through the enemy lines with unstoppable momentum, and Bayan Mengke had no more troops at his disposal.

He had no choice but to grit his teeth and barely escape from Zhang Liao's spear under the cover of his personal guards.

With their commander gone, the morale of the main force of the Northern Barbarians, who were fighting a desperate battle with the Liaodong army, immediately wavered.

Fortunately, Bayan Mengke had made plans before the battle.

Not only were Getu and Buhe, two veteran generals, left in the vanguard, but a retreat plan was also devised based on the worst-case scenario.

This arrangement, originally intended only for safety, has now come in handy.

Buhe and Getu immediately divided the main forces on the east and west flanks, fighting and retreating simultaneously.

But once they left, the Northern Barbarian army, whose flanks were already in dire straits, was completely plunged into a desperate situation.

Without the main force's cover, the Liaodong army seized the opportunity to encircle them, attacking them from both sides.

Extremely tragic!

The retreat route of the main force of the Northern Barbarians was a dead end, littered with corpses.

Those who fall behind will inevitably face extermination.

If they fall into the hands of the pursuers, there is only one way out: death.

After the main force of the Northern Barbarians managed to escape, only mountains of corpses remained on the battlefield.

The setting sun was like blood, and the cold wind, carrying the stench of blood, howled past, desolate and biting.

King Li Yan of Qin mounted his Crimson Flame Steed again, gripping the Crimson Flame Broken Army Spear, and marched alongside Zhang Liao toward his army.

After the battle, the soldiers of the Great Qian Army were all covered in blood, their killing intent still lingering, and their eyes burning with the ecstasy of a great victory.

Li Yan surveyed his surroundings, his heart surging with pride, and shouted loudly, "Today, with General Zhang's assistance, our army has defeated the Northern Barbarians and Bayan Mengke! Our army has won!"

He raised his Crimson Flame Spear high and turned his gaze to Zhang Liao: "General Zhang, please!"

Zhang Liao nodded and slowly raised his tiger-headed silver spear.

The moment the two blood-stained weapons crossed in mid-air, a deafening roar erupted from all around.

"General, you are mighty!"

"Your Highness is mighty!"

"We won! Our army won!"

"Long live the Great Qianlong Emperor!"

Looking at the thousands of soldiers under his command, Li Yan felt a surge of pride, and a thought suddenly arose in his mind: to pursue them in one fell swoop, trap and kill Boyan Mengke under the walls of Zhenyuan City, and achieve an unparalleled feat!

If things go well, his prestige in the court will completely surpass that of his incompetent elder brother, the crown prince!

Li Yan's heart pounded wildly. The throne seemed so close, so close that it felt as if he could reach out and touch it.

As Li Yan was lost in thought, the cheers suddenly stopped.

Zhang Liao, who was standing next to him, suddenly swayed and fell straight off his horse.

Upon landing, Zhang Liao's face was deathly pale, and blood gushed from the corner of his lips.

Li Yan's heart tightened, and he immediately dismounted, with his personal guards quickly surrounding him.

He grabbed Zhang Liao and roared, "Quickly find a physician! No! Immediately send General Zhang back to Zhenyuan City and ask Dr. Zhang Jing for treatment!"

Zhang Liao's sudden coma was like a dark cloud, quietly casting a shadow over this great victory...

Jiming City, sunset at dusk.

The same setting sun, like blood, and the same scene, soaked in slaughter and bloodshed.

Lin Feng leaned against the crenellations of the city wall, holding a water bottle and gulping down water.

"call--"

He drank all the water in his bag before letting out a sigh of relief and slowly closing his eyes.

Zheng Yan's frenzied attack slowly retreated as dusk fell.

His nerves, which had been tense all day, finally relaxed, and he was able to take a breather and replenish his energy.

"Da da da..."

Light footsteps approached his ear and stopped a moment later beside him.

Feng Qing's soft voice rang out: "Brother Shi has already asked someone to find the best blacksmith in the city to forge a strong bow. As for armor-piercing arrows, they will do their best to make them as soon as possible."

Feng Qing gently grasped Lin Feng's broad hand with her slender little hand, letting out a barely audible sigh, her eyes filled with heartache.

The cool ointment landed on Lin Feng's palms and fingers, bringing waves of coldness and stinging.

"Um."

Lin Feng responded with his eyes closed, too exhausted to even speak.

His hands, worn raw from drawing a bow and shooting arrows all day, were covered with tiny, dense wounds.

The battle to defend Jiming City was even more brutal than that to defend Zhenyuan City.

In Zhenyuan, Zhang Liao was in charge of command, and the entire army was united in resisting the enemy.

However, most of the rebels in Jiming City had no experience in defending the city, and Lin Feng had to personally coordinate and provide support from all sides in everything.

After days of hard work, he was not only physically exhausted, but also mentally stretched to the limit.

"What are your plans after we leave Jiming City?"

Feng Qing carefully applied the ointment evenly to his wound, her fingertips gentle, and she would occasionally blow on it lightly.

"Let's see how the battle unfolds at Niujiaoyuan."

Lin Feng's answer remained concise: "If we win, the war will end sooner. But if we lose, it will probably drag on for a long time."

Feng Qing took out a white cloth and secretly looked him up and down.

Lin Feng's face was stained with blood and dust. His once handsome features, now weathered by the sand and ruggedness of the battlefield, had gained a unique charm.

"Then... will you still go to Ruzhou?" she asked softly as she wrapped herself in white cloth.

Lin Feng smiled, opened his eyes and said, "Perhaps! I have some properties in Ruzhou, so it wouldn't be bad to settle there in the future."

As he spoke, he suddenly noticed that Feng Qing's left cheek, which was lowered, had a piece of charcoal ash stuck to it, making her look somewhat comical.

"And you? What are your plans after this battle?"

After tying a delicate slipknot, Feng Qing raised her head and met his gaze: "Naturally, I will follow Brother Shi and continue to be a righteous army until all the northern barbarians are driven out of Daqian."

Lin Feng laughed upon hearing this: "Miss Feng, you have great ambition, but—first, wipe your face clean! Why do you look like a cat with a painted face?"

As he spoke, he pointed to Feng Qing's left cheek.

"Is my face dirty?"

Feng Qing hurriedly tried to wipe it off with her sleeve, but instead spread the charcoal ash even further, turning half of her face black. She looked both cute and funny.

"Alright, if you keep rubbing against me, you'll really turn into a cat with a patchwork face."

Lin Feng shook his head helplessly, took out a handkerchief from his pocket, and gently wiped the charcoal ash from her face.

The last rays of the setting sun bathed the two of them, casting their shadows in a soft blush.

Feng Qing's cheeks flushed slightly, and her breathing became rapid.

Lin Feng, unaware of her unusual behavior, murmured, "If our army wins at Niujiaoyuan, the two countries will most likely cease hostilities, the Northern Barbarian army will stop its fierce attack on Zhenyuan City, and their focus will definitely shift to the righteous army."

"I have already mentioned to General Shi that it would be best to have all the rebels relocate to Zhenyuan City."

"In this way, we can both train the rebel army and improve its combat effectiveness, and also avoid the northern barbarian Tartars' suppression."

Feng Qing's small hands clenched nervously as she asked softly, "If I go to Zhenyuan City, will I... be able to see you often?"

As soon as the words left her mouth, she felt they were too ambiguous, and her cheeks burned even hotter.

She quickly added, "I mean, Brother Shi and Zhang Tie also want to see you more often."

"They want to too?" Lin Feng's eyes gleamed with amusement as he teased her, "So, you want to see me more often too?"

A flicker of panic crossed Feng Qing's watery eyes, and she hurriedly retorted, "Who, who wants to see you! Even if we never see each other again, I don't care!"

Before she could finish speaking, Lin Feng gently cupped her cheeks in his hands.

Bathed in the glow of the setting sun, the girl's face was both spirited and charming, breathtakingly beautiful.

Feng Qing's mind went blank for a moment. She vaguely guessed what he was going to do, and nervously held her breath, instinctively closing her eyes.

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Lin Feng's breath gradually drew closer, mingling with hers.

Feng Qing's lips were soft and slightly cool, carrying a sweet fragrance unique to young girls, which was intoxicating.