Meanwhile, on the battlefield thousands of miles away, the shouts of battle shook the heavens and the earth, like rolling thunder, one after another, without end.

Thick gunpowder smoke filled the air, carrying a pungent odor that made it hard to breathe, mixed with the stench of blood, creating a nauseating atmosphere.

Qin Qianluo was completely unaware of what was happening here.

Her eyes were bloodshot, wide open, as if they were about to pop out of their sockets, like an enraged beast, exuding a terrifying aura.

The double-edged scimitar in his hand flew up and down, creating sharp arcs of light.

Each swing of the sword was accompanied by a whooshing sound, as if a sharp blade was tearing the air apart, mercilessly reaping the lives of Japanese soldiers.

The blade was already soaked in blood, its original color indistinguishable. Drops of blood dripped from the tip of the blade, pooling at the feet.

The blood continued to spread, mixing with the soil to form a muddy mess.

The Japanese soldiers were intimidated by Qin Qianluo's imposing presence, and their previously arrogant demeanor vanished instantly.

They all showed expressions of fear, their eyes filled with panic, and they unconsciously took a step back.

Some of the more timid soldiers even collapsed to the ground, their legs giving way.

But Qin Qianluo seemed oblivious, continuing her frenzied hacking and slashing, occasionally letting out angry roars that seemed to come from the depths of hell, filled with endless resentment and rage.

Feng Qingyun took in all of this, her eyes filled with worry.

Qin Qianluo was in a very dangerous state at the moment, exuding a strong aura of bloodlust, as if she could be devoured by this dark power at any time.

Her eyes were filled with madness and determination, and she showed no mercy with every move, as if she were a deadly messenger who had emerged from the depths of hell.

Feng Qingyun looked up towards the direction of the Japanese royal palace, which was shrouded in thick smoke, and only the outline of the palace could be vaguely seen.

She was extremely anxious, her brows furrowed into a deep frown, and she looked at Qin Qianluo before opening her mouth.

After hesitating for a moment, he couldn't help but advise, "Luo Bao, calm down! Listen to me, the Japanese royal palace is still quite a distance away, we have plenty of time."

"You're pushing yourself too hard; your body won't be able to handle it. They can't escape. We need to think things through carefully."

The sea breeze, carrying a heavy stench of blood, was like a roaring beast rampaging across the battlefield.

Feng Qingyun's soft yet anxious call was like a warm and bright light, piercing through the thick, bloody fog and directly into Qin Qianluo's heart, which was clouded by the fighting.

The murderous intent that had been surging in his eyes receded slowly, like the receding tide, and was replaced by a gradually clearer gaze.

At this moment, Qin Qianluo's hand holding the double-edged scimitar was trembling violently and uncontrollably.

The intense fighting that had just taken so long had left her arms so sore and numb.

It felt as if countless steel needles were piercing my muscles, and every tiny tremor was accompanied by excruciating pain.

The blood and sweat on his face mingled and flowed down like a stream, gathering into beads of blood on his chin.

With a "thud," it crashed heavily onto the blood-stained ground, splattering fine blood droplets that blended with the surrounding stench of blood.

Qin Qianlu raised her hand and hastily wiped the sweat from her forehead with her blood-stained sleeve, silently reassuring Feng Qingyun in her heart that she didn't need to worry.

Then, she slowly raised her eyes, her gaze sweeping across the surroundings like an eagle's. What came into view were the few remaining Japanese soldiers on the battlefield.

Qin Qianluo's mind raced, and she knew perfectly well that getting to the Japanese royal palace on foot was simply a pipe dream.

Although Japan is not a vast country, it still has a territory of more than 300,000 square meters.

If they relied solely on walking, they would be completely exhausted before even reaching the palace, let alone be able to fight the fierce battle that followed.

Just as Qin Qianluo was pondering, the last few Japanese soldiers, under the fierce attack of the Tianxuan generals, fell to the ground screaming and died.

Their bodies crashed heavily to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust, temporarily bringing an end to this brutal battle.

A cold, stern smile curved Qin Qianluo's lips, her eyes revealing a triumphant arrogance.

At this moment, Mu Yunxi hurried over to Qin Qianluo's side.

Her hair was slightly disheveled by the sea breeze, but her eyes were sharp as she carefully examined Qin Qianluo from head to toe, not missing a single detail.

After checking her from head to toe and confirming that there were no obvious wounds on her body, I finally felt relieved.

After all, before Su Jinyun set off, she had repeatedly told her to protect Qin Qianluo, and even regarded this matter as the most important thing.

But now it seems that Qin Qianluo is brave and fearless, and her own strength is enough to deal with all kinds of crises.

Her heroic bearing on the battlefield made her no less than any seasoned soldier, so she didn't need anyone to protect her.

Mu Yunxi surveyed the devastated battlefield, where corpses lay scattered haphazardly on the scorched earth.

The air was filled with a nauseating smell of blood and gunpowder, mixed with the salty scent of the sea breeze.

On the battlefield, tattered flags fluttered in the wind, severed limbs were everywhere, and wounded warhorses neighed in pain.

After a moment of contemplation and weighing the pros and cons, she made a decision: let the soldiers rest for one night and continue the attack the next day.

Upon hearing this, Qin Qianluo nodded slightly in agreement, and then led a team of soldiers to search the area around the camp.

Along the way, they encountered many Japanese women who had come to the military camp on their own initiative.

These women appear to be gentle and harmless on the surface, or their eyes reveal fear, or they feign composure.

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