Huan Naxue sat upright on horseback.
She did not remove her armor; the alien-style silver armor was splattered with enemy blood, like plum blossoms blooming fiercely on snow.
The greatsword, nearly as tall as her, lay casually across the front of the saddle, dark red blood slowly dripping from the grooves on its blade and seeping into the ground, which had been trampled underfoot.
She tilted her head slightly, gazing at the setting sun on the horizon. The evening breeze ruffled her slightly disheveled hair, and the lines of her profile appeared both resolute and tinged with a sense of emptiness and tranquility after a great battle in the afterglow of the sunset.
She seemed to be enveloped in an invisible aura, the majesty of a victor, and the murderous intent of someone who had slain a powerful enemy and crushed an army.
As Lin Feng and the others approached, they felt a chill run down their spines upon sensing this aura.
They looked at the young female general and recalled the earth-shattering charge they had just witnessed.
The ferocity of taking the enemy general's head amidst a vast army, and the unique blend of calmness and murderous aura that set this woman apart from ordinary ladies, stirred complex emotions within them.
There was heartfelt gratitude for being saved from a desperate situation, a deep shock at their strength, and an indescribable, heartfelt respect.
Lin Feng, in particular, knew better than anyone that if Huan Naxue hadn't descended like a divine warrior and crushed the enemy's central command at the last moment, the outcome would have been disastrous.
Today, Lin Feng is destined to die on the battlefield, Xia Prefecture will fall, and the southwestern gateway to the entire Hedong region will be completely opened, with unimaginable consequences!
Lin Feng took a deep breath, suppressing the excruciating pain and churning blood in his body, and took the first step forward.
Ignoring his arm injury, he used his uninjured right hand to straighten his blood-stained battle robe, then bowed deeply with utmost solemnity, performing a salute that was almost ninety degrees.
His voice was slightly hoarse from excitement and weakness, but it was crystal clear:
"Lin Feng thanks you, Madam!"
His words were tinged with a heavy sob.
At this moment, the honor, pressure, and responsibility for the lives of his soldiers all seemed to find an outlet.
As Lin Feng spoke, the officers and captains of the Hedong Army, led by Xi Sheng, Li Mao, Murong Chunhua, and Tong Gu, appeared behind him.
Regardless of the severity of their injuries, they all bowed and clasped their hands in unison, their movements perfectly synchronized and carrying the distinctive strength of soldiers.
Their loud and sincere voices converged and soared to the heavens:
"We thank you, Madam!"
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