Lu Qiqi transmigrated into a chaotic world of famine. With no parents and carrying a little sister in tow, she had to face immense hardship.
On the road during her escape, while others drank ...
"Oh no! The eldest prince is dead!"
"Go and inform Lord Zhamu immediately!"
"Guards! Seize that witch!"
Lu Qiqi rode on the back of a tiger, galloping wildly through the cold wind and snow, leaving the words of the Tartars behind.
With Tadar's death, the Tatar camp instantly descended into chaos.
Uqi was carrying a bowl of mutton soup, about to deliver it to Tadar's camp, when she saw the soldiers running around the camp in a panic.
A soldier ran up to her, panting heavily, and thick white mist billowed out.
"Lady Uchi, the...the eldest prince and Lord Ebony are dead!"
With a bang.
The mutton soup was spilled on the snow, scalding a small hole and revealing the black mud underneath.
Wuqi's eyes widened in disbelief as she took a few steps forward and suddenly grabbed the soldier's collar. "Who died? Say it again!"
She was only half the size of the soldier, but the ferocity in her eyes was palpable. The soldier's collar was suddenly tightened, and he was intimidated by her gaze.
The soldier coughed twice and said, "The eldest prince and Lord Ebony died in the camp of the captured enemy general."
Instantly, Wu Qi loosened the soldier's collar and hurried to the tent where Qin Shiyu was being held.
When she arrived outside the tent, she was surrounded by many soldiers on guard.
Wuqi pushed through the crowd and rushed into the tent.
When she saw the two people lying on the ground, covered in blood, her hands trembled uncontrollably.
One was the man she loved, and the other was her brother, born of the same mother.
Suddenly, something came to mind.
Wu Qi looked at the wooden stake that had originally bound Qin Shiyu and saw that the lock on the cold iron was thrown on the ground, and that the person had already been rescued.
Tears welled in her eyes as she looked up at the soldiers guarding outside the tent and asked, "Where did they escape to?"
At this moment, a soldier squeezed into the tent and said, "The red-clad demoness has escaped from the camp on a tiger. Tash has already sent men to pursue her."
He then pointed in a direction and said, "Southwest."
Wuqi understood and ordered, "Send the eldest prince back to the main tent and keep the news secret."
Go and release the 'Overlord'.
"Immediately assemble a team and follow me to pursue the demoness!"
With the mighty eagle overlord around, she refused to believe she couldn't catch the demoness!
The soldiers, who had been in complete disarray, suddenly seemed to have found their anchor. Although they were still uneasy, they were now as united as before.
The Tatar soldiers responded in unison, "Yes, Lord Uchi!"
Before leaving, Uchi saw the white cloth slowly cover Tadar's pale face, then she forcefully turned her face away and shouted, "Chase down the witch!"
Lu Qiqi rode the tiger at breakneck speed, the sound of hooves constantly approaching from behind, the clattering sound seeming to trample over her.
A tiger's running speed in a short time is unmatched by a horse, but a tiger's endurance is far inferior to that of a horse.
Just as Lu Qiqi was about to disappear into the spatial dimension, the howling of wolves echoed across the plain.
Suddenly, hundreds of wolves charged toward Lu Qiqi with a clear objective.
Just then, the sound of horses' hooves approaching from behind was right next to their ears.
Lu Qiqi curled her lips into a smile, gently patted the tiger beneath her, and ordered it to turn around.
When Tash saw the woman in red riding a tiger turn around, he instinctively tightened the reins.
Just as he was about to lead his soldiers to dismount and capture the woman in red to take back as a blood sacrifice to the eldest prince, he saw a pack of wolves surrounding the woman in red, forming a large protective circle.
The Tartar soldiers were also seeing wolves protecting their master for the first time. They tightened the reins and tried to control their restless horses.
Tash narrowed his eyes slightly as he sized up the woman in red. Then, he spoke in the official language of the Great Jin Dynasty, “You audacious vixen! How dare you assassinate the eldest prince! The Tatar king will surely raze your Great Jin Dynasty to the ground!”
Lu Qiqi said with a mocking expression, “Wishful thinking! The Tatar army has already been defeated. Now that Tadar is dead, the Tatar king will certainly not dare to send troops rashly.”
Whether it was hitting a sore spot or not, Tash raised his hand and waved it, and the fifty soldiers behind him raised their swords and rode their horses to slash at Lu Qiqi.
Lu Qiqi sat on Xiao Ye's back, completely still.
Hundreds of wolves, howling at Wangcai, charged at the Tartar soldiers and began tearing at the bellies of the horses.
The abdomen of an animal is always the softest part of its body.
The horse, its belly bitten, let out a painful neigh and struggled desperately, but the Tartar's scimitar could not accurately strike the snow wolf.
Immediately afterwards, all fifty Tartars fell off their horses and rolled onto the snow.
The Tartar fell off his horse, and the scimitar in his hand instantly disappeared into the snow. In the pitch-black night, finding the weapon was not easy.
At this moment, the horse was frightened away by the wolves, leaving dozens of Tartars behind in the snow.
They still had daggers on them, so they pulled them out and fought back against the wolves.
The Tartars had already suffered a defeat today and were exhausted. To have to fight against hundreds of wolves was an immense challenge.
Wangcai suddenly leaped and pounced on Tash, and then the wolf pack followed suit, rushing to attack the Tartar and beginning to tear him apart.
The wolf had an extremely strong bite force, and it held onto the Tartar's hand that was gripping the dagger tightly, refusing to let go, causing the Tartar to let out heart-wrenching screams of pain.
As time passed, the standing Tartars fell one by one, and the white snow was stained with bewitching red marks.
Wangcai released Tash's neck, its long teeth still stained with bright red blood. It quickly walked to Lu Qiqi's side, then let out a wolf howl. Hundreds of wolves quickly dropped their prey and rushed towards Wangcai.
The entire Tartar group was killed, and the wolf pack was also stained with blood.
As night deepened, Lu Qiqi couldn't see if the wolves were injured, so she put the entire pack into her spatial storage.
Upon entering the space, Lu Qiqi severed her connection with the outside world in terms of time.
She first went to the cabin to check Qin Shiyu's injuries, took off her clothes, and bandaged the knife wounds.
Then, numbing cream was applied to the area where Qin Shiyu had been burned by the branding iron, and the charred flesh was removed.
The charred flesh covered an area about half the size of a palm. As Lu Qiqi removed the rotten flesh, she felt extremely regretful. She should have let Tadar taste the burning sensation of a branding iron!
Remove the rotten flesh, sprinkle with medicinal powder, and bandage the wound.
After finishing everything, Lu Qiqi fed Qin Shiyu the spiritual spring water.
Although Qin Shiyu was unconscious at this time, she was still conscious of swallowing, which saved her a lot of time.
While Qin Shiyu was still unconscious, Lu Qiqi took a needle and thread and went to examine the wolf pack's wounds.
The wolves on the grasslands are not human-like; they merely follow Wangcai's orders to attack the Tartars and protect Lu Qiqi.
But when Lu Qiqi got close to them, their sharp fangs were fully revealed.
Faced with a sudden change in environment, their anxiety is magnified hundreds of times.
Fortunately, with Wangzai's intimidating presence, Lu Qiqi was able to carefully apply anesthetic to the wolves, allowing her to painlessly suture the wounds inflicted by the dagger.
After working for an unknown amount of time, Lu Qiqi finally put away her needlework and stretched her stiff neck.
She then discovered that out of hundreds of wolves, only about 10% were seriously injured.
The army's crushing defeat and Tadar's death must have been a significant blow to the Tartars. In their moment of life and death, they were in a state of panic and none of them managed to escape.