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Chapter 95 Rebellious Officials of the Former Dynasty 27

"kill!"

Black longswords were raised high on the grassland, and a torrent of warhorses charged into the barbarian ranks that had just returned from their raids, following their commander's orders.

The barbarians, who were still basking in the joy of the harvest, had barely seen the cavalry and had not yet organized their formation when they were scattered by this charge.

It wasn't that Ling Yi's team was particularly strong, but rather that these people were far too careless.

Marching across the grasslands without even an outpost, who gave them this relaxed attitude?

Human blood splattered on her face, but Ling Yi expressionlessly raised the reins, letting her warhorse gallop over the fallen corpse.

Her gaze swept over all the barbarian soldiers, her mind racing as she analyzed their movements.

found it!

Ling Yi's eyes suddenly lit up, and she spurred her horse to charge in one direction.

The crowd in that direction wasn't dense, but all the barbarians were intentionally or unintentionally blocking the cavalry's steps in that direction.

"Chase!" Zhang Qiran watched as the princess fought her way through the bloody path with a single sword, his eyes widening even further.

He only knew that the princess had some martial arts skills, but he never expected that these skills would be so great that even a nine-foot-tall man like him couldn't keep up when charging into battle.

He pierced through the barbarian men and horses blocking his way with his spear, then forcefully flung them aside and chased after Ling Yi with all his might.

If the princess were injured during the charge, how would he explain it?

I'm sorry, Your Highness, I'm incapable of keeping up with the Princess's horse.

Thinking of this, Zhang Qiran's eyes turned red. He squeezed his precious warhorse with his legs, causing the horse to neigh, but he still couldn't catch up with the ruthless Yama-like woman in front of him.

If Zhang Qiran behind them was so frustrated, only ghosts know what the soldiers who were being charged by Ling Yi were thinking.

Before they could even cry out in fear, the precious sword sent them to meet their gods.

Ling Yi's eyes were sharp as knives, her gaze fixed on the general who was being protected by the crowd.

The man she was staring at was also a burly man who had even charged into small groups of the current dynasty's army in the past, making him a true hero of the tribe.

When he led most of the tribe's elite troops south to gather grain, he never expected this scene to unfold.

Those guys from the Southern Dynasty, aren't they already brainwashed by fine wine and too lazy to care about their small-scale attacks?

What's going on now?

Seeing the god of death approaching him, he roared, "Kill!"

He was determined to show these cowards of the Southern Dynasty the might of the steppe people!

Then, the dozens of personal guards who had been incited by him rode swiftly toward Ling Yi, only to be cut down one by one.

"Protect the princess!"

Looking at the magnificent warhorse stained with blood, Zhang Qiran roared, then suddenly fell silent.

There was no other reason than he saw the princess suddenly push off the saddle with both feet and fly into the air.

The long sword, like a sickle for reaping wheat, severed the head of the hysterically screaming barbarian.

The head, splattered with blood, was held high by the blade, and Ling Yi's face was covered in blood and dust.

Her voice rang out at that moment in the ears of the terrified barbarians around them: "Our commander is dead. Surrender and you will not be killed!"

This was the first thing she said on the battlefield after giving the order to charge.

One sentence can decide the fate of the world!

There were sporadic sounds of weapons hitting the ground, and some people, unwilling to give up, wanted to continue charging into battle.

With morale low, Ling Yi was no longer needed for these small-scale battles.

With all his strength pent up and nowhere to expend it, Zhang Qiran wished he could swing his spear so hard it created a blur, just to let the princess know he wasn't a coward, but a brave warrior capable of charging into battle.

When the battle was completely over, all the barbarian soldiers who were able to move were kept aside and obediently watched the female demon standing with her hands behind her back, silently gazing at the battlefield.

When Ling Yi took off her helmet and revealed her face, these guys realized that the one who had slaughtered them was a woman.

Are the men of the Southern Dynasty so weak that they used all their strength on women?

Zhang Qiran, who understood a few words of the barbarian language, heard a soldier muttering something under his breath and kicked him angrily: "Shut up, you bastard!"

Having vented his anger, he strode up to the princess: "General Ling..."

After being addressed with that title, he didn't know what to say next.

Ling Yi glanced at the soldiers on the battlefield who occasionally wailed and said, "Finish them off, bury the bodies on the spot."

“Leave one squad to look after the wounded, the rest of you, one person and two horses, continue onward.”

Ling Yi looked into the distance and said coldly, "Three days from now, I want to eat roasted whole lamb in their tribe!"

"Yes!" Zhang Qiran replied solemnly, turning around and quickly issuing the order.

Having been tempered by war, the Imperial Guards, who still carried some of the noble air of the capital, now possessed a more imposing and valiant spirit.

And their gazes toward Ling Yi gradually turned into fervent worship.

A commander who is both compassionate towards his soldiers and capable of leading them to victory is the commander of their dreams!

This dynasty has not waged such a large-scale war against the barbarians for several years; they will surely be rewarded by the court this time.

And they were certain that this would not be their first war in the northern desert.

Perhaps when they return to the capital with their military achievements, they will all be granted titles!

As long as they survive, a bright future awaits them!

After resting for only two hours, Ling Yi, carrying the interrogated confession, led her soldiers, one person on two horses, heading further north.

On their way to the tribe, they encountered more than one raiding party.

These creatures, who have never planted anything, have made it a habit to plunder every autumn.

But it doesn't matter anymore; they have already paid for their mistakes with their lives.

After leaving behind several wounded soldiers, it was three days later when Ling Yi finally arrived at the tribe, traveling day and night.

Stroking Fei Guang's neck, Ling Yi gazed at the distant, indistinct rows of tents.

The barbarians camped by the water, and Lingyi could even occasionally see children playing by the river and acting coquettishly with their mothers.

How peaceful it was, but it was obtained through robbery.

Since the flame of civilization has not yet shone here, then she will ignite it herself.

From this day forward, robbery is strictly prohibited here!

"Dismount and rest, and wait for nightfall," Ling Yi said softly.

The soldiers, their faces weathered by the elements, silently obeyed her command, munching on their hard-to-swallow rations, their eyes gleaming with an inexplicable light as they gazed at the distant camp.

During those three days, their commander did not lead them astray even once, even when the tongue that feigned surrender was intentionally misleading them.

It was as if she had eyes in the sky, able to clearly find the right path in this boundless grassland.

As if divinely assisted.

Now, the gods have sent down divine punishment to punish those who committed plunder.