However, Yuan Zhen immediately expressed his concerns.

"Your Highness, the Phoenix Feather Camp has only been established for a short time. Is it appropriate to send them to face the Northern Wind Iron Cavalry directly at this moment...?"

Qin Zhaoqiong waved her hand to interrupt, her tone leaving no room for argument:

"The Shence Xuanjia Army obeys only my orders."

Furthermore, Liu Yan is the fastest among those in the Divine Martial Realm.

With him protecting me, General Yuan need not worry about my safety.

Liu Yan, who was standing to the side, felt a slight tremor in his heart.

His "momentum" is indeed characterized by speed, and he is confident that few in his realm can match him.

But if the opponent is truly at the second-grade realm... he really wasn't entirely confident.

Okay, that's just him trying to glorify himself.

A third-rank official against a second-rank official? Are you still going to take someone with you and run away? Don't be ridiculous.

But looking at the eldest princess's resolute and cold profile and her tightly pursed lips, he swallowed all his words and silently clenched his fist.

Looking at Qin Zhaoqiong's resolute eyes, and thinking of the five thousand Xuanjia heavy cavalry, Yuan Zhen finally gritted his teeth and said, "Fine!"

He clenched his fist tightly, his voice booming.

"Order the entire army to assemble according to Plan A."

"I will finish this in one battle and thoroughly punish those wolf cubs of Shuofeng in the barbican!"

"yes!"

The generals accepted the order with a resounding roar and rushed out of the main tent.

The next moment, a bright red whistling arrow shot into the sky from the main city wall of Zhenbeiguan.

This was a signal ordering the defenders of the barbican to fight to the death and not retreat!

At the same time, a large number of elite Xuanwu Army soldiers poured out from the hidden troop caves on both sides of the main city gate.

Using the pre-installed zipline, they quickly descended the city wall.

Like streams flowing into alleyways, they split into countless combat teams, charging headlong into the barbican alleyways that had been transformed into a living hell.

Their mission is to keep the Northern Wind Vanguard Army bogged down in the giant millstone of the barbican!

In the narrow alley, the battle instantly intensified.

The soldiers, relying on the houses, formed a makeshift gun emplacement with their long spears, blocking the passage tightly.

The cavalrymen attempted to charge, but were hindered by collapsed debris and the corpses of their comrades, causing their speed to drop drastically.

A large group of soldiers roared as he plunged a spear into the neck of an enemy horse, scalding blood splattering all over his head and face.

The next moment, he was struck on the shoulder by the scimitar of another Shuofeng cavalryman, staggered backward, but was held back by his comrade behind him.

People kept falling, their blood soaking the yellow earth.

Limbs and broken weapons were scattered everywhere, and every scream meant the end of a life.

The barbican had been completely transformed into a giant grinding mill of flesh and blood.

Every moment, countless lives are swallowed up, but they are also successfully transformed into muddy swamps that slow down the advance of the north wind and iron hooves.

The road was blocked by corpses, preventing the subsequent siege infantry and siege equipment from passing quickly and reaching the main city gate.

Almost simultaneously, from the southern wall of Zhenbei Pass, three specially made whistling arrows, accompanied by sharp whistles, were shot into the sky in succession. The three colors of fireworks—blue, red, and yellow—were exceptionally conspicuous even in daylight, each spaced fifteen breaths apart.

Above the distant valley, the scouts who had been keeping a close watch on the direction of the pass immediately saw the signal, turned around, and galloped back into the valley.

"Report! General, it's a three-color signal!"

Commander Li Yuanxiao suddenly looked up, his gaze beneath his helmet sharp as an eagle's.

Behind him stood five thousand Shence Xuanjia Army knights, standing as still as mountains, both men and horses clad in heavy armor.

The silence was like a steel sculpture, broken only by the occasional snort of a warhorse.

Li Yuanxiao slowly drew his sword, the blade pointing towards Zhenbei Pass.

"Shence Xuanjia Army—All troops, attack!"

The silent torrent of steel was instantly unleashed, and heavy hooves began to pound the earth.

It started slowly, then accelerated, and finally coalesced into an unstoppable and terrifying force.

The earth began to tremble violently, as if it could not bear the destructive weight, like a mountain collapsing and a tsunami crashing.

On the Phoenix Feather Camp's training ground, the cold wind whipped the banners, making a fluttering sound.

Qin Zhaoqiong stood proudly on the command platform, his bright armor gleaming with a cold metallic luster under the sunlight.

His chest was gleaming like a mirror, his shoulders were adorned with beast heads, and a golden belt cinched his waist. Layers upon layers of scales and armor covered his vital organs.

A scarlet cloak hung down from behind his shoulders, fluttering in the wind like a burning battle flag.

Below the drill ground were four thousand Phoenix Feather Battalion soldiers who had been hastily assembled.

One thousand of them were elite cavalrymen who originally belonged to the Fengjing Imperial Guard. They were solemn and disciplined.

The other three thousand were newly recruited female riders. Although their faces showed some immaturity and nervousness, their eyes were mostly firm, staring intently at the figures on the high platform.

Qin Zhaoqiong's gaze was sharp as lightning, sweeping over every face in the audience.

Her voice was clear and resonant, containing an undeniable power that echoed throughout the entire training ground.

"Soldiers, the Phoenix Feather Camp has only been established for half a month. Our swords are not yet sharpened and our horses are not yet tamed."

However, with the nation in peril, the iron cavalry of the north wind has breached our fortified city and is now at the gates of Zhenbeiguan.

Their iron hooves clashed, intent on trampling our vast land and slaughtering our people!

She paused slightly, letting the weight of her words sink into everyone's hearts.

"Defending our territory and protecting our people is the duty of every soldier, regardless of gender!"

A thousand Imperial Guard cavalrymen will all accompany me into battle, and I also need a thousand Phoenix Feather Battalion warriors.

Serving as the eyes and ears of the Divine Strategy Xuanjia Army, guiding the unparalleled heavy cavalry and sharp blades.

"On this mission, the Phoenix Feather Battalion will serve as the vanguard scouts of the main army, venturing deep into enemy territory, facing extreme danger."

Now, I give you the right to choose.

Those who do not wish to leave may step forward and retreat; they will not be pursued and will remain soldiers of my Phoenix Feather Battalion.

“And those who wish to go…” Her voice suddenly rose, carrying a metallic tone.

Take a step forward!

With our own flesh and blood, let us fight for you and build a Great Wall of fire!

Tell those invading enemies, I can conquer women and hold up the sky!

The three thousand female riders below the stage were horrified and deeply moved.

The first battle was to serve as the vanguard and scouts for the legendary invincible Divine Strategy Xuanjia Army!

After the initial shock, an unprecedented surge of passion and heroism instantly dispelled the fear.

"Wow!"

Count me in!

"Your Highness, I am willing to go!"

...

Shouts rose and fell, and more and more people looked on intently, taking a step forward without hesitation.

"Excellent!" A hint of admiration flashed in Qin Zhaoqiong's eyes.

"Captain, immediately select one thousand elite cavalrymen, with the fastest horses and the bravest men!"

"Yes, sir!"

Soon, the south gate of Zhenbeiguan burst open, and two thousand light cavalrymen sped out like arrows released from a bow.

With a thousand Imperial Guards as their backbone and a thousand Phoenix Feather Female Riders as their blood, they formed a resolute torrent, rushing towards the barbican that had become a living hell...