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

Lin Feng was immersed in this moment of tenderness and was about to savor this affection even more when a hurried shout suddenly came to his ears.

"My lord! My lord! My lord..."

Panting, Wan Qian ran up to the city wall and saw Lin Feng and Feng Qing kissing.

His voice suddenly caught in his throat, and he hurriedly turned his back.

"My lord, I didn't see anything, I... I'll go down now!"

Seeing his knowing yet flustered appearance, Lin Feng was both angry and amused, and said irritably, "What are you talking about? You're already here, get to the point!"

Upon hearing Wan Qian's voice, Feng Qing, like a startled rabbit, hurriedly opened her eyes and covered her cheeks.

Her former boldness and sharpness were gone; she shrank behind Lin Feng, too ashamed to show her face.

Wan Qian scratched his head, composed himself, and said, "A message has been sent by carrier pigeon from Zhenyuan City. Please open it yourself, sir!"

Upon hearing this, Lin Feng's slight displeasure at being interrupted vanished instantly.

He quickly stepped forward and took the small bamboo tube from Wan Qian's hand.

A message arrived by carrier pigeon, which must mean that the battle at Niujiaoyuan has been decided!

Unfolding the note and taking a closer look, Lin Feng's face initially lit up with elation, but the smile vanished in an instant.

"Sir, what does it say?" Wan Qian asked anxiously, scratching his head.

"In the Battle of Niujiaoyuan, our army... won." Lin Feng said slowly, his expression complex.

Won?

Feng Qing, disregarding her shyness, reached out and snatched the note from Lin Feng's hand, urgently asking, "Your Highness Prince Qin really won? The Northern Barbarians are retreating!"

She was overjoyed and couldn't help but jump up.

Wan Qian breathed a sigh of relief, patted his chest, clasped his hands together in prayer, and repeatedly said, "Thank you, Heavenly Emperor! Thank you, Three Pure Ones! Thank you, Buddha! Your Highness Prince Qin has finally won!"

But the smile on Feng Qing's face gradually faded and disappeared as her gaze swept over the second half of the note.

She looked up at Lin Feng, her tone questioning, "Lin Feng, what does His Highness Prince Qin mean by 'Continue to hold out for five days until the main force of the Northern Barbarian army is destroyed'?"

"Literal meaning."

Lin Feng frowned slightly and said in a deep voice, "Our Prince Qin defeated Boyan Mengke at Niujiaoyuan, and now he wants to take advantage of the situation and completely annihilate his troops."

Upon hearing this, Feng Qing and Wan Qian exchanged glances, their eyes filled with disbelief.

Is it possible to wipe out Bayan Mengke's forces?

……

Youzhou, Zhenyuan City.

Inside the council hall of the temporary palace, the night was deep, and the candlelight flickered.

"No! Absolutely not!"

Su Mo's face flushed red as he argued his case forcefully.

"Your Highness, with our current military strength, there is absolutely no way we can annihilate Bayan Mengke's forces!"

"Your Highness, please reconsider. Do not ruin this excellent situation because of greed for personal gain!"

Both sides suffered extremely heavy losses in the Battle of Niujiaoyuan.

Before Bayan Mengke was forced to retreat, the Northern Barbarian army had already lost more than 8,000 men.

After being forced to retreat by Zhang Liao and making a large-scale withdrawal, the losses were even more severe.

The eastern and western flanks were almost completely wiped out.

Of the tens of thousands, fewer than a thousand survived.

On the way from Niujiaoyuan to the Northern Barbarian army camp, countless Northern Barbarian soldiers were killed or wounded.

The central army also suffered more than 10,000 casualties, comparable to the losses from a day of fierce fighting.

This shows how devastating the army's defeat was.

Even so, it was thanks to the well-trained Northern Barbarian army that we were able to achieve this.

Furthermore, Bayan Mengke had a contingency plan, which prevented the entire army from being wiped out.

According to the post-war inventory, the Northern Barbarian Army suffered a total loss of more than 28,000 men in this battle.

Although the Daqian army had a slight advantage, 17,000 soldiers were killed in action.

Both sides suffered serious injuries in this battle.

"Lord Su, you are mistaken!"

Fang Hui immediately stood up and retorted: "After the Northern Barbarian army suffered a great defeat, their morale is low, while our army's morale is high."

"Moreover, our army still has over 60,000 troops, while the Northern Barbarian army currently has less than 40,000. Your Highness, if you wish to defeat Bayan Mengke in one battle and establish an unparalleled achievement, what is wrong with that?"

Fang Hui's words were immediately echoed by many generals under the King of Qin.

Bi Fang, his fighting spirit surging, stepped forward, clasped his hands in a fist salute, and said, "Lord Fang is absolutely right! Strike while the iron is hot! Your Highness, Prince Qin, in attacking the Northern Barbarian army's camp, this humble general is willing to be the vanguard and lead the charge!"

With Bi Fang taking the lead, other officers also stepped forward to volunteer.

For a moment, the fighting spirit in the council chamber soared.

Seeing this, Li Ping'an couldn't help but step forward to offer his advice.

"Your Highness, although Boyan Mengke has suffered heavy losses, he still has a large number of troops stationed in Jiming City."

"Moreover, south of Jiming City, the Northern Barbarians still have tens of thousands of troops stationed in northern Youzhou and Fengzhou."

"Once they learn that Bayan Mengke is besieged, the Northern Barbarian army will surely launch a large-scale southward attack to his aid."

"Today's battle has broken the morale of the Northern Barbarians. They should have no intention of advancing south again. How about we stop while we're ahead and order the garrison of Jiming City to retreat?"

Qin King Li Yan's eyes flickered slightly, and he said coldly, "I have already sent a message to Jiming City, ordering Lin Feng and the righteous army to defend the city to the death."

"Even if the Northern Barbarian army marches south to provide relief, how can they dare to rush to the aid without capturing Jiming City?"

"Bayan Mengke is nothing but a defeated opponent of mine!"

"Now is the time to press the enemy to their death! We must not hesitate or waver, and we must not allow the morale of our troops to waver!"

Upon hearing this, Li Ping'an, Lü Zheng, and the others' expressions changed drastically.

"His Royal Highness King Qin!"

Lu Zheng hurriedly stood up and bowed, his tone urgent: "The righteous army and the Zhenyuan army have been guarding Jiming Town for several days. The righteous army's fighting strength is already weak. How can we place the heavy responsibility of blocking the northern barbarian reinforcements entirely on their shoulders?"

"Furthermore, Your Highness once said that Lin Feng could break through and retreat after holding the city for five days. Why are you going back on your word now?"

"Bang!"

Lu Zheng's words instantly enraged the generals and officers under the Qin King.

A lieutenant general slammed his fist on the table and stood up abruptly, shouting, "General Lü, how dare you be so disrespectful to His Highness? What do you mean by going back on your word? How can they refuse His Highness Prince Qin's military orders!"

Lü Zheng knew he had misspoke, and his expression shifted between anger and uncertainty.

Su Mo quickly tugged at his sleeve and tried to smooth things over: "Your Highness, General Lü and General Lin are very close friends. Today, he was worried about General Lin's safety and misspoke. Please forgive him."

King Li Yan of Qin waved his hand, signaling his officers to remain calm.

Then, his gaze fell on Lü Zheng.

"Out of respect for General Zhang Liao, I will spare you this time, but this will not happen again!"

"You only need to obey my royal commands!"

"I am tired. This matter is settled. We will launch an attack at dawn tomorrow."

"I will completely annihilate Bayan Mengke's forces outside Zhenyuan City!"

Clearly, Prince Qin, Li Yan, was determined to annihilate the Northern Barbarian army in one fell swoop, and no amount of persuasion could change his mind.

The night grew even darker.

Su Mo, Li Ping'an, and Lü Zheng gathered in Zhang Liao's room, all looking worried.

Zhang Liao has not yet regained consciousness, but his condition has stabilized.

Zhang Jing personally diagnosed him, administered acupuncture and prescribed medicine, and repeatedly instructed him not to trouble himself further.

Lu Zheng stood by the window, arms crossed, gazing at the night outside. His voice was heavy: "My godfather is still unconscious, and we don't know when he will wake up. Mr. Su, now in Zhenyuan City, no one can persuade His Highness anymore."

Su Mo sighed softly, his face full of helplessness: "Brother Zhang did his best to win the Battle of Niujiaoyuan for His Highness, but he probably never expected that His Highness's ambition would swell to such an extent."

Li Ping'an's eyes flickered slightly, and suddenly an idea came to him: "Mr. Su, why don't we send a letter to the capital and ask the court for a decision?"

Su Mo slowly shook his head, his tone somber: "Mostly useless... Brother Zhang and I once jointly sent a letter to Bai Yujing, but it was like a stone sinking into the sea."

"I suspect that either something went wrong on the post road, or someone in Baiyujing intercepted the letter."

"If I were to write another letter now, the result would most likely be the same."

Li Ping'an was filled with surprise: "Was it...was it His Highness Prince Qin who sent people to intercept them? How dare he have such audacity?"

Su Mo rubbed his forehead, looking exhausted. "I only figured out the mystery today."

"Regardless of whether His Majesty approves or disapproves of Brother Zhang's letter to Baiyujing, there should at least be a response."

"But to this day, there has been no news whatsoever."

"That letter was most likely intercepted."

"Alas... His Highness the King of Qin's determination and ambition are far greater than we have ever seen."

He paused, then added, "Unless Brother Zhang can wake up immediately, no one can persuade His Highness."

"Moreover, His Highness's report of victory has already been sent to the capital with great speed."

"Having learned of the great victory at Niujiaoyuan, how could the officials of the court possibly stop Your Highness from achieving further merit at this time?"

Hearing this, Lü Zheng couldn't help but look north, his eyes filled with worry: "Mr. Su, what about Lin Feng and the rebel army? Are we really going to drive them into a corner? How long... can they hold out?"

Upon hearing this, Su Mo's eyes flickered slightly, a hint of reluctance flashing across them.

In the end, he could only sigh and say, "They... can only hope for the best..."