The Prodigal Son

In close combat, the sounds of clashing blades and roars rose and fell amidst the rain.

A Yan army captain rode straight to Liang Hongqiao's location and swung his sword at the soldiers blocking his way.

Liang Hong stomped her feet on the ground, and her iron spear suddenly thrust out, accurately piercing the opponent's chest.

The captain's body fell heavily from his horse, and the rain quickly washed away the blood that was spreading everywhere.

The remaining Yan soldiers did not retreat in the slightest, and charged the Ning army's formation in waves like madmen.

All the Yan soldiers knew that they had no way out.

If they fail to break through Ning's defenses, or are bogged down by Ning's forces for too long, and Ning's main force breaks through their lines to attack from the rear, they will be annihilated.

Under the fearless onslaught of the Yan army, the casualties of the Ning army continued to rise.

Even so, Ningjun's defenses remained solid.

Once someone falls, soldiers immediately step in to plug the gap.

In the pouring rain, soldiers from both sides engaged in a life-or-death struggle.

Some men, their weapons knocked away, rolled on the ground while clinging to the enemy soldiers; others, already severely wounded and lying on the ground, continued to brandish their weapons and fight the enemy.

The heavy rain continued to fall, but it couldn't wash away the blood on the ground.

Blood and muddy water mixed together, the smell of blood and the smell of earth intertwined.

Liang Hongqiao ran back and forth to supervise the battle, and with each rise and fall of her spear, she killed several elite Yan soldiers.

"Hold on! Commander Xue's reinforcements will arrive soon. Hold on a little longer and we'll achieve a great victory!"

Liang Hongqiao roared loudly, rain dripping from her hair, her armor covered in mud and bloodstains.

"Charge! Charge! The only way out is right in front of us! Charge!"

Zong Zhao repeatedly led his troops to attack the Ning army's defenses, but was repeatedly repelled.

Unable to break through the blockade for a long time, anxiety quickly spread among the Yan army.

Some of the Yan army could not withstand the immense pressure and had completely disobeyed orders, charging around recklessly.

"Stay calm! Don't panic!"

"Stay close to me! Charge to the left!"

Some Yan generals realized the situation was dire and tried to rally their troops to attack the weak points in Ning's defenses, but the battlefield was in chaos, with soldiers charging and fighting on their own, rendering orders ineffective.

"kill!"

Just as the two sides were locked in fierce combat, a deafening roar of battle cries erupted from the rear of the Yan army.

Hearing the commotion behind them, the already chaotic Yan army became even more disorganized.

"Ningjun's reinforcements are coming!"

"Run!"

"I surrender, I surrender..."

With morale in disarray, the already low morale of the Yan army plummeted even further.

Some people ran away haphazardly in all directions, while others dropped their weapons and knelt down to surrender...

With the reinforcements led by Geng Fu arriving, the outcome of the battle was no longer in doubt.

Rumble...

The thunder continued, and the heavy rain continued to fall.

But the sounds of fighting on the muddy battlefield grew fewer and fewer.

As the heavy rain gradually turned into a drizzle, the battle was essentially over, with only a few scattered Yan soldiers still making futile struggles.

But they often couldn't struggle for long before being stabbed to death by the Ning army who swarmed them.

"Pretty Master, Pretty Master..."

Just as Liang Hongqiao was ordering people to clean up the battlefield, she heard Du Fan's thunderous voice.

Liang Hongqiao turned around and saw Du Fan, covered in blood, running towards her with a severed head in his hand.

"Hey handsome, guess who this is?"

Du Fan ostentatiously presented the severed head in his hand to Liang Hongqiao.

"Who?"

Liang Hongqiao asked a question in a cooperative manner.

"Wang the Plaster!"

After Du Fan finished speaking, he couldn't help but burst into laughter.

"Wang Sengyuan?"

Liang Hongqiao's eyes lit up, and she slapped Du Fan on the shoulder, saying with a big smile, "Great job! You've done a great job! I was worried that Wang Gaoyao would run away!"

"hiss……"

Du Fan winced in pain.

"Um?"

Liang Hong frowned slightly. "Are you injured?"

"It's nothing, just a minor injury! Wang the Plaster is quite skilled."

Du Fan didn't take it seriously, but the blood gushing from his shoulder said it all.

Liang Hongqiao moved her hand away and looked at his shoulder. She saw that his shoulder guard was nowhere to be found, and there was a bloody hole in his shoulder from which blood was gushing out.

"This is what you call a minor injury?"

Liang Hongqiao kicked Du Fan in the leg, "Stop showing off, get your leg bandaged up!"

Du Fan grinned and was about to leave when he noticed blood gushing from Liang Hongqiao's arm. He quickly grabbed her arm to check, "Young Master Qiao, you're injured too!"

"This is nothing more than a minor injury!"

Liang Hongqiao nonchalantly shook off Du Fan's hand, saying, "It's just a minor scrape."

Du Fan flew into a rage: "Which bastard dares to harm one of the beauties in our army? I'll go and kill him!"

"Go to hell!"

Liang Hong chuckled and scolded, "With so many enemy troops on the battlefield, who knows who did it?"

"Too!"

Du Fan stared at the wound on Liang Hongqiao's arm, then teased with a grin, "Pretty lady, how about I suck out the bruises for you? It'll help your injury heal!"

"Okay, no problem!"

Liang Hongqiao readily agreed, "I'll call all the wounded soldiers over and have you suck their blood one by one! With your mouth, it'll definitely be no problem!"

"No, no!"

Du Fan shook his head repeatedly, "Never mind what I said."

"Stop being a fucking jerk! Get your ass to bandage your wound!"

Liang Hongqiao cursed irritably, but a smile remained on her face.

She knew all too well what kind of people they were; they were all all talk and no action.

"Um!"

Du Fan nodded, then lifted his armor and wiped his filthy hands on his clothes before tearing off a relatively clean piece of cloth with a "rip" and handing it to Liang Hongqiao, "Make do with this for now."

"Um!"

Liang Hongqiao took the strip of cloth and impatiently urged, "Get out of here!"

"Okay!"

Du Fan left laughing.

Liang Hong glared at Du Fan's retreating figure with a playful smile, then walked to the side and sat down on a damp patch of grass, removing her arm guard to bandage herself.

"That's not how you bandage a wound, let me do it!"

A voice rang in Liang Hongqiao's ear.

Liang Hongqiao looked up and saw that Geng Fu had come to her side at some point.

"General Geng!"

Liang Hongqiao quickly stood up.

"Sit down, sit down!"

Geng Fu pressed his hand down, simultaneously unfastening the wine pouch at his waist and opening it. "It'll hurt a little, bear with it!"

Liang Hongqiao nodded, sniffing the wine flask in Geng Fu's hand. "Is this the alcohol that Commander Qin mentioned?"

"Um!"

Geng Fu smiled and said, "We should thank Wang Sengyuan. He got so much alcohol, which is perfect for us."

As they spoke, Geng Fu poured some alcohol onto Liang Hongqiao's wound to help wash it.

Liang Hongqiao grinned, but didn't make a sound.

"If it hurts, just yell out. There's nothing shameful about it!"

Geng Fu smiled at him, put away the wine flask, and then took a strip of cloth from Liang Hongqiao's hand to bandage her wound. "You fought well in this battle and have made a great contribution."

Liang Hong smiled and said, "Thanks to General Geng for leading his troops to support us in time, otherwise we might not have been able to withstand the fierce attack of the Yan army."

"I'm just here to add the finishing touches; the credit still belongs to you!"

Geng Fu smiled. "Commander Xue said you should return to Zhujun to rest and await further orders! Take the time to recover from your injuries, there are still many tough battles ahead! I really hope that my Great Ning will produce another Lady Shuanghua!"

"yes!"

Liang Hongqiao accepted the order.