Chapter 566 A Mighty Horse Leaving the World in the Dust

The battlefield is ruthless, and those who enjoy looting and plundering are hardly good people.

Song Chunxue was mentally prepared, but she still didn't expect that the place where the beast went would be so horrifying.

She saw ruins, women and children covered in mud lying on the ground, and a desolate, dilapidated town. Apart from the willow trees by the roadside, there was no sign of life in sight.

Those who survived by sheer luck knelt by the roadside, weeping bitterly. The apricot trees, just laden with fruit, were lush and green, but their low branches had been cut off. Beneath the trees lay an old man with a blank expression.

Song Chunxue couldn't bear to look closely and followed the Taoist priest to the next village that hadn't been robbed yet.

Upon learning that the women had been abducted and forced into prostitution in the enemy camp, Song Chunxue wiped her knife even more swiftly.

Song Chunxue tightened her leg bindings and followed closely behind the group.

Upon arriving in the streets of Daqin Township, they obtained warhorses.

General Sun, the leader, suggested that the Taoist priest and Song Chunxue follow 500 men to circle around to the enemy's rear and take the enemy leader's head.

"I should have ridden the Akhal-Teke horse back sooner; it's a waste to leave it idle at home." Song Chunxue looked at the Taoist priest. "I'll give one to my senior brother next time."

The horse trotted forward, and the Taoist priest lowered his voice, "It's not the theft itself that's worrisome, it's the thief's eye on it. Such a precious horse, if it's recognized, there will inevitably be trouble. Let's keep it for now and sell it to a military general when the time is right."

That makes sense.

Half an hour later, they drank some water and arrived behind enemy lines. The fresh hoofprints showed that they had just passed by.

General Sun shouted, "Advance quickly! If you encounter them, do not linger in battle. Capture the leader first!"

"yes!"

After walking for less than fifteen minutes, Song Chunxue heard all sorts of sounds around her.

The woman's piercing cries and pleas for mercy, the child's heart-wrenching screams, the man's furious roars, the sound of sheep breaking free of their pen, the chaos and commotion—all these filled one with unease and anger.

Song Chunxue spurred her horse and galloped quickly to the top of the hill. There, she saw savage men tearing at women's clothes in the village below. People who had already been killed lay on the ground, their bright red blood splattered on the ground, a horrifying sight.

Especially when several burly men pinned a woman against a low wall, Song Chunxue's eyes instantly turned red!

She pulled three darts from her bosom, threw them, and sprinted towards the opposite side, a long sword in her left hand and a short sword in her right, gritting her teeth as if she wanted to tear this group of bandits apart.

Hooves kicked up dry dust, and everyone, their eyes bloodshot with rage, charged toward the enemy.

"Cavalry! Cavalry is coming! Retreat!"

"Retreat! Retreat quickly!"

The group of people released the stolen goods and women from their hands, and were suddenly startled to see soldiers descending from the sky. They scattered in all directions, riding horses and camels along the roadside to escape.

"Don't let a single one escape!" General Sun roared.

Need I say more?

Song Chunxue leaped off her horse, her left hand blocking the enemy's neck, and with a swift and clean slash of her short sword in her right hand.

Her face remained calm, but her movements became increasingly ruthless, as if she were slicing a melon without any mercy.

Her nimble and powerful figure darted through the low sky like a swallow before the rain, and she threw her short sword straight at the person who was about to leave on the distant hillside.

To everyone's astonishment, she leaped into the air, following closely behind the short sword, and flew towards the man who had fallen from his horse after being stabbed in the back. She pulled the short sword from the enemy's back and plunged it fiercely into his neck.

The people on the ground didn't even have time to make a sound.

The Taoist priest thought to himself, "Bringing my junior brother was definitely the right decision."

However, once he begins to fight on the battlefield, his heart will surely undergo a torment and test.

He was prepared to be scolded and complained about, because he knew that his junior brother needed to draw blood with that short sword in order to suppress the bloodlust that was gradually increasing within her.

Moreover, because that short sword is no ordinary sword, it is a divine artifact that was lost to the mortal world, and to control it, one must become powerful in the shortest amount of time.

It was a divine artifact that everyone wanted to possess, including him.

However, it did not reject its junior brother, which shows that it liked his character and the composure and courage he had gained over the years.

"My God, how can this woman... no, this Taoist priest be so powerful?"

"Luckily, I persuaded Lao Niu yesterday, otherwise he might be in a terrible situation now, and it's hard to say whether he would even survive."

"My goodness, am I seeing things? Her short sword is incredibly skillful; she can actually pierce through two people's bodies at once. No wonder she's a cultivator. Her neck and back look no different from a girl in her twenties. She looks frail, but her murderous aura makes even a veteran like me, who's been around for over ten years, feel chills down my spine."

"..."

The Taoist priest pierced through the fleeing man with a single sword stroke, pulled the whisk from the man's neck, and turned around to see his junior brother had already killed twenty or thirty people. He stood a dozen meters away, facing the wind, far ahead of everyone else.

Then, she jumped down from the wall, took off her outer garment, and covered the disheveled woman hiding under the earthen wall.

The soldiers present were all trained; they remained where they were and did not step forward to comfort the woman who had been humiliated.

They definitely needed a woman to calm the frightened crowd.

General Sun walked up to the Taoist priest, wiped the blood off his sword, and put it back in its sheath.

"Your junior brother is incredibly brave, even stealing the spotlight from the Taoist priest. Where did you find such a powerful person? I've never heard you mention him before?"

General Sun, as the commander of an army, had met many talented and extraordinary people, but he had rarely seen such a remarkable woman.

Her graceful figure, as lithe as a dragon in flight, filled him with envy.

If he had known he would become a general one day, he should have apprenticed himself to a master when he was young. If he had such amazing skills, he would have become famous in one battle long ago, making those persistent beasts tremble with fear and dare not approach his territory.

“I’m injured and need to keep a low profile for now. My junior brother may not be good at other things, but he’s skilled in martial arts. I brought her here to gain experience.” Knowing his thoughts, the Taoist priest briefly mentioned her background, “She’s just an ordinary person who has suffered hardships, but she’s willing to put in the effort and has talent.”

General Sun did not intend to investigate further.

"Let's go to the next village and give them a sound thrashing before they're on guard." General Sun's eyes were dark. "If we can terrify them, I will definitely ask His Majesty for this military achievement..."

"General, we agreed that we only came to repel the enemy and did not want any unforeseen complications."

People are afraid of becoming famous, just as pigs are afraid of getting fat. If more people know about my junior brother's skills, some people will inevitably discover the power of that short sword. It's better to keep a low profile.

Those who cultivate themselves are most afraid of such empty fame.

My junior brother is not yet familiar with the rules of the martial world, and has not seen any more powerful people in the cultivation world. Most of them are selfish, cold-blooded, and bully the weak.

Therefore, they would quietly leave after completing their mission.

"Good, I admire the magnanimity of the Daoist Master." General Sun mounted his horse and ordered in a deep voice, "Go, to the next village. Today we will make sure they never return. From now on, when they hear the name of our Northwest Army, they will cower in fear and dare not invade again!"