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North Lincheng.

Inside the military tent, Nan Qing stood before the sand table, clad in silver armor and with a red cloak hanging down, listening calmly to the debate among the generals in the tent.

“A frontal assault would result in too many casualties. I think we should feign an attack on the east and south gates, and make the west gate, which has a lower wall, the main attack direction.”

"That's not advisable. Although the city wall at the west gate is low, it is equipped with heavy crossbows with a range of up to 100 meters, making it difficult for our army to get close."

"If you ask me, we should just attack directly. None of the men of Wei are afraid of death! Can't our 300,000 iron cavalry crush that little Weicheng?"

"No, no, that commander Xu Mang, though named Mang, is actually a cunning old fox. He must have already made some arrangements. Our soldiers are not afraid to die, but we cannot let them throw their lives away in vain."

The dispute inside the tent remained unresolved.

Nan Qing suddenly raised her hand and lightly tapped the edge of the sand table. The generals immediately fell silent and their eyes were fixed on her.

"Send twenty Iron Eagle Guards to infiltrate the city first. I want all the generals of the Weizhou garrison to die before they even set out with their troops."

"At dawn, the heavy armored battalion will block all four gates, and the cloud ladder team will attack the north wall. With this pincer attack from both inside and outside, Weicheng will be without a leader and will naturally fall apart like a pile of loose sand."

The tent fell silent for a moment, the generals displaying various expressions. This method was simple and brutal, yet also dangerous.

Deputy General Lin Rui frowned and asked:

"Your Highness, how will the Iron Eagle Guards overcome these multiple defenses? Weicheng is now like an iron barrel, extremely difficult to breach."

Upon hearing this, Nan Qing turned her gaze to Zhou Cheng on the other side. He was dressed in black armor, with sharp features. He was the commander of the Iron Eagle Guard and the sharp blade she had personally selected from among the thousands of troops.

"If they can't even get over a mere three-zhang-high city wall, then the Iron Eagle Guard doesn't deserve this name."

A glint of bloodthirsty excitement flashed in Zhou Cheng's eyes as he could no longer contain himself. He immediately knelt on one knee, clasped his hands in a fist salute, and said:

"This humble general is willing to sign a military pledge: the Iron Eagle Guard will surely take Xu Mang's head!"

Nan Qing took a black jade token from his waist and threw it at Zhou Cheng: "Very good."

After everyone had left, Lin Rui looked at Zhou Cheng's retreating figure and asked, "Your Highness, is it too risky to only have thirty Iron Eagle Guards...?"

Nan Qing gazed at Weicheng on the sand table and said calmly:

"What danger is there in a wolf among sheep?"

Three days later, at the beginning of Chen Shi (7-9 AM).

Three hundred thousand troops, clad in gleaming iron armor and wielding a forest of spears, completely surrounded Weizhou.

Suddenly, a deep tiger roar came from the army.

Suddenly, a gap appeared in the dark, imposing army formation.

A tiger, even more robust than an ordinary warhorse, stepped out. She was entirely white except for a crimson mark on her forehead that burned like flames.

On the tiger's back, Nan Qing was dressed in military uniform, with a sword at her waist. Her black hair was tied neatly on top of her head. She was not wearing a helmet, and her stunning face was fully exposed. However, her sharp aura overshadowed her beautiful eyes and eyebrows, making people unable to help but submit.

Nanqing gently stroked the tiger's ears and softly called out:

"Xiao Ba".

Xiao Ba, who had transformed into a white tiger, immediately raised his head and let out a deafening roar.

"roar--"

Nan Qing drew his sword from his waist, the blade pointing directly at the city tower of Weizhou.

"Attack the city."

As the sound faded, the white tiger leaped forward, transforming into a streak of snow-white lightning, leaping across the three-zhang-wide moat, while Nanqing swept his sword across.

"Clang!"

The thick iron chain snapped with a loud crash, and amidst the deafening roar of the suspension bridge collapsing, the White Tiger landed steadily on the ground, nimbly dodging the rain of arrows.

"Charge!"

"kill--"

"Keep up, hurry up!"

"Your Highness, Your Highness!!"

Lin Rui spurred his horse, which neighed, but how could his steed keep up with the speed of the white tiger? He could only watch helplessly as the white figure went further and further away.

Just as he and his soldiers stepped onto the drawbridge, the white tiger used the momentum to push off the city wall, its sharp claws digging into the brick seams, and it ran vertically upwards as if walking on flat ground!

"Fire arrows! Fire arrows now!!" Seeing how fierce the white tiger was, even the general's shouts changed.

In an instant, arrows rained down like locusts, blotting out the sky, but they could not stop the man and the tiger from getting closer.

Nan Qing sat steadily on the tiger's back, the long sword in her hand flashing with cold light. Wherever the sword passed, arrows broke and fell to the ground, none of them able to get within three feet of her.

In the terrified eyes of the defenders, a man and a tiger, like gods of death, leaped onto the wall, leaving a trail of blood wherever they went.

When Lin Rui led his troops to break through the city gate and rush up the city wall, all he saw were corpses strewn all over the ground, and the remaining defenders had all collapsed and knelt on the ground.

"I am late, please punish me, Commander."

Nan Qing stood facing the city, watching the black smoke rising slowly from the General's Mansion in the center of the city, a hint of satisfaction flashing in his eyes.

"It's not too late."

"Perfect for cleaning up the mess."

Lin Rui: "..."

He absolutely must get another fast horse!

After the fall of Weizhou, Nanqing led his army straight in.

The Iron Eagle Guard launched a night raid on the military commander, while the Black Armor Army breached the city gates during the day, unleashing a barrage of heavy crossbow bolts and charging with iron cavalry.

Before the city's commanders could even react, a white tiger carrying the figure in silver armor and red cloak leaped out from among thousands of troops, treading on a rain of arrows and rolling stones, and soared onto the city walls like a god of war.

The formidable Heiyan Pass, known as "a pass that can be held by one man," was breached in three days.

Luoyan City collapsed without a fight, with hundreds of thousands of troops falling without shedding a drop of blood.

After a bloody battle that lasted half a day on the banks of the Blackwater River, the last 30,000 elite troops of the Rong Kingdom perished.

Half a year.

In just six months, the Wei cavalry had trampled across thousands of miles of Rong's land and rivers. At this moment, hundreds of thousands of soldiers were arrayed beneath the capital of Rong.

Nan Qing stood before the commander's tent, gazing towards the capital of Rong Kingdom, his eyes calm and undisturbed.

"Report—"

A scout rode in at full speed, but before the horse had come to a complete stop, he tumbled off the saddle and fell to the ground.

"The King of Rong has sent an envoy to request an audience!"

Lin Rui stepped forward: "Have you come to surrender?"

The scout shook his head: "The envoy carried a gilded box, saying... he was seeking peace."

Nan Qing chuckled softly and stroked the fur of the white tiger beneath his palm:

"Xiao Ba, look, someone's about to tell us a joke."

The white tiger raised its head and let out a long roar towards the capital.

Does Little Eight seem like he's easy to talk to?

We've already attacked their stronghold, and now they're asking for peace?

Little Eighth Master disagrees!

Inside the command tent, Nan Qing sat in the main seat, with a white tiger coiled beside her, its golden eyes fixed intently on the direction of the tent entrance.

"The Rongguo envoy has arrived—"

The curtain was lifted, and three envoys dressed in court attire bowed as they entered. The elder in the lead carried a gilded jade box, his hair and beard were snow-white, and the two envoys behind him were slightly younger.

"This foreign subject...is here on the orders of His Majesty to sue for peace."

"Our Emperor is willing to cede twelve cities in the south and pay an annual tribute of one million taels of gold, begging, begging Weiguo to cease hostilities."

The old man knelt on the ground, holding the jade box high, and every word he uttered in pleading for peace trembled with emotion.

Nan Qing watched quietly without uttering a word. Instead, the white tiger beside her suddenly bared its gleaming white teeth and growled at the newcomer.

Seeing this, Nan Qing chuckled, reached out and stroked Xiao Ba's head, saying:

"Look, my little Eight disagrees."

"Go back and tell Emperor Rong that our army will attack the city at 3:45 AM tomorrow. If he submits a letter of surrender before then, I will not touch the Rong royal family."

"If you are not smart enough, then I will raze your Rong Kingdom's imperial city to the ground."

The old man looked up and met Nan Qing's indifferent eyes, his heart filled with despair.

Princess Zhaoyang of Wei Kingdom was born thirteen years ago amidst extraordinary celestial phenomena, with hundreds of birds paying homage. It was initially thought she was just a blessed girl, but unexpectedly, she turned out to be a woman destined to be an emperor.

That's enough, that's enough...