As the red-armored girl and the ladies of the brothel rode out of Pingyang County on their warhorses, some of the people seeing them off couldn't help but tear up. Feng Zining was also in the farewell party. Now a graceful young woman, Feng Zining carried a guqin and played a "Breaking the Formation" tune for her friends in the tavern.

“Sister Zhiyin, I have no particular hobbies in this life except playing the zither and composing music. I want more people to hear it, but my father said that women of respectable families can only perform at banquets. If they are allowed to perform for others at other times, they are considered to be entertainers.”

“My father said it’s time for me to get married.”

The young woman, head bowed, came to the brothel seeking a confidante to confide her troubles. The girl, who had been somewhat impulsive in her younger years, smiled and patted her head, saying...

"Identity is something only others care about. You are who you want to be. If one day, Zi Ning becomes a renowned music master in Great Yan, no one will say that you are just a plaything for others to enjoy."

"Zining, you are still young, go out and have a look around."

You told me to go out and take a look, but then you turned around and went to the battlefield with Miss Huo.

Feng Zining also wanted to play the zither while watching the sunrise and moonlight over the grassland. They were fighting desperately for the ideals of these completely unrelated people.

It seemed as if Zhiyin knew she was up there. In the sunlight, her face was like a finely crafted porcelain, fair and translucent, with distinct and elegant features. Her eyebrows were like distant mountains, slender and slightly curved, exuding a sense of fortitude. Her eyes were as deep as the sea, her nose was straight, her lips were well-defined, and the slightly upturned corners of her mouth revealed a confidence and arrogance from the inside out.

Perhaps it was because Zhang Mama's cooking was so delicious, but the girls at Fengyue Tower were all very tall. The slender woman raised her head and waved her hand toward the room where the zither music was coming from.

They're gone.

Wait for us to come back.

Without any special formalities, Huo Xiaolong led his team on a surprise attack on the grasslands. One night, near the territory of the Yalan royal family, they set up camp and launched the attack simultaneously.

Jiang Tianxin received the vanguard command flag and led two female generals, Chunying and Erya, along with a group of private soldiers, into the grassland tribe.

Night fell, dark clouds obscured the moon, and the inky sky seemed poised to swallow everything. The people, torches in hand, gazed at the now silent tribe ahead. A horn sounded, and the flickering fire alerted the sentries.

"Listen to my command!"

"A swift and decisive victory!"

“Do not kill the old, weak, women, children, or those who have surrendered, provided that you can ensure your own safety. Kill those who rise up in resistance without mercy.”

The red flag waved twice in the night sky, and the army pressed forward like black crows.

Arya was still a bit chubby, but when she wore her armor, she looked like a female war goddess. She was tall and strong, wielding a heavy hammer and swinging it through the air with great force, taking down enemies one by one.

As the woman cleared a path for her private soldiers, the heavy hammer was pulled back by its owner and stopped in front of a child.

The grassland people never expected that the Great Yan people would take the initiative to attack. Even the sentries were set up for neighboring tribes. The little boy in front of him stood blankly among the corpses, reached out and picked up the dagger that had fallen next to his mother's body.

Amidst the cacophony of shouts and carnage, victory seemed assured; as long as they didn't resist, they wouldn't die or be injured.

But who can stand by and watch their home be taken over by outsiders?

Suddenly one day, a group of people barged in and told you that if you listened to them, they would give you a life of good food and drink.

Who would believe that?

Er Ya has a very approachable appearance, especially her dimples when she smiles. She dismounted, walked up to the child, and reached out her hand to him, trying to take the dagger away.

But who knew that the little boy would rush towards Er Ya like a madman? Children of the grasslands know all too well how to survive and how to kill the enemy when they are off guard.

He waited until Er Ya was close to him, which should be the closest he could get.

The dagger plunged straight into the woman's throat, and blood splattered all over the ground.

A blood-stained sword tip emerged from in front of the boy's body. Jiang Tianxin, his face stained with blood, looked at Er Ya and said...

"Mount up, let's fight again!"

She wasn't overly critical; the child was only about the same age as when she first met Huo Xiaolong, which was why Huo Xiaolong made her the vanguard.

Having grown up in Zhanchen Tower, she understood the wickedness of the world all too well; she wasn't afraid of retribution for killing.

When a person dies, they are just a lump of rotten flesh, so she is ruthless. That somewhat silly young lady is just a facade to deceive the world.

No one in the entire tribe survived; they resisted until their deaths.

Jiang Tianxin didn't believe those people could genuinely surrender and submit. The young woman returned to report to Huo Xiaolong, feeling somewhat dispirited.

Originally, both girls envisioned as few deaths as possible, but when the girl in red armor was led by Li Xiaocao to the devastated grassland, Huo Xiaolong's heart couldn't help but skip a beat.

"From the moment we drew our swords against each other, there was no turning back," the girl murmured, looking at the scene of corpses strewn across the ground.

"Why turn back?" Er Ya walked over from behind and took the reins from Xiao Cao.

Holding his younger sister's hand, he continued talking as they circled the tribe.

“My sister didn’t have to be sold by our parents. My family wasn’t poor before. We were impoverished because of the Xiongnu’s raids. Every time they came, the village was just like it is now.”

“I just saw a little boy on the battlefield, just like you were when you were eight, with his eyes darting around. His mother died next to him, and he was holding a dagger, trying to kill me.”

"Do you think he could possibly be completely devoted to us?"

"Is it possible to wholeheartedly be a citizen of the Great Yan?"

Long'er was soft-hearted only because most of these people were innocent civilians. Er Ya understood that she had also softened her heart for a moment just now. If it weren't for Jiang Tianxin, she might have suffered a great deal.

“Long’er, we are not settling scores now, we are bringing peace and tranquility to the people of Pingyang for a hundred years.”

The girl in red armor didn't say anything, just nodded, and was led back by Er Ya.

This battle can be considered a declaration of war.

Urgent secret letters arrived directly at the imperial court.

Hou Xiangxiang and her fellow apprentices treated the wounded soldiers' wounds. Huo Xiaolong returned and nodded to her. The young woman strode into the command tent and began writing approvals and the next battle plan.

Further ahead, according to Da Ni'er, is her second brother's territory.

"Should I go and talk to him?" Wang Dani asked, sitting below Huo Xiaolong.

The girl shook her head and said

"No need, just call."

"Send a letter to your second brother, asking him to personally don armor and take command."

The second-year middle school sister somewhat disagreed.

"The head coach should not take risks on the battlefield."

"I can fight too, and my older sister can fight too."

The girl stood up and looked at Da Nier, saying...

“Your second brother is born with superhuman strength, I dare not gamble on that, only the dead are the safest.”

"Send a message to Li Jian: Bring Sun Zixi and Sun Ziyang here."

"Yes," Dani'er stood up and bowed.