In the darkest hour before dawn, the enemy and our forces were already engaged in a fierce battle within the manor. The sounds of shouting and killing, and the clashing of weapons, intertwined, shattered the silence of the night. Shen Qingchen, standing tall and straight like a pine tree, his eyes as cold as an eagle, tightly guarded Jiang Zhi, like an indestructible barrier, isolating all potential dangers from outside.
Jiang Zhi's eyes were focused and resolute, the silver needles in her hand gleaming coldly, like a nimble spirit darting across the battlefield. Whenever an ally fell wounded, she would rush over like a gust of wind, her needles landing with pinpoint precision, either stopping bleeding, easing pain, or unblocking meridians, allowing the injured to quickly recover and return to the fight. Her medical skills were fully utilized in this life-or-death struggle, becoming the coalition's strongest support, keeping hope alive for every soldier fighting bravely.
Shen Qingchen, relying on his outstanding leadership skills, shouted out commands loudly, his voice calm and powerful, penetrating the chaotic battlefield: "Left wing team, hold the line and don't advance rashly! Pay attention to the right wing to outflank and cut off the enemy's retreat!" Each of his instructions was concise and clear. The team members were well-trained, responded quickly, cooperated tacitly, and pressed the enemy step by step, making the situation of the battle gradually tilt in favor of the coalition forces.
Jiang Yao saw the situation was dire, and hatred surged like a raging tide, instantly drowning her rationality. Her hair disheveled, her eyes bloodshot, like a demon from hell, she rushed towards Jiang Zhi recklessly. The sharp blade in her hand gleamed coldly in the moonlight, as if wrapped in endless resentment. "Jiang Zhi, you've taken everything from me. Today is your death! I want you all buried with me!" Her piercing roar shook the air around her.
Shen Qingchen caught a glimpse of Jiang Yao's frantic actions from the corner of his eye and, without hesitation, stepped aside to block Jiang Zhi. There was no fear in his eyes, only a resolute defense of Jiang Zhi. Jiang Yao's blade thrust forward with the force of a gust of wind, piercing Shen Qingchen's arm with a "puff" sound. Blood oozed out like a fountain, quickly staining his sleeve red.
"Qingchen!" Jiang Zhi's heart suddenly sank as she witnessed this scene. She cried out in shock, her voice filled with endless worry and heartache. Her eyes instantly turned red, tears welling up in them, threatening to burst out.
Chen Qingchen, however, seemed to feel no pain. She simply turned around and smiled gently. That smile was like the warm spring sun, dispelling the fear in Jiang Zhi's heart: "Don't be afraid, I'm here." These simple words seemed to have a tremendous force, instantly calming Jiang Zhi's panic. On this bloody battlefield, their eyes met, and time seemed to stand still. The past sweetness and pain, misunderstandings and attachments, in this moment, flashed through their hearts like a revolving lantern.
Jiang Zhi bit her lower lip, forcibly suppressing the surging emotions in her heart. She knew that this was not the time for sentimental relationships. She nodded slightly and quickly turned around. The silver needles in her hand flew again, treating the injured comrades. Her movements became more and more agile, and she secretly vowed in her heart that she would never let Shen Qingchen's blood be shed in vain, and she would lead everyone to fight their way out.
Seeing Jiang Zhi regain his composure, Shen Qingchen's eyes flashed with relief. He gripped his sword tightly, the blade still stained with the enemy's blood, a cold gleam in his eyes. "Brothers, today's battle is a matter of life and death. For our families, friends, and justice, kill!" Shen Qingchen raised his arms and shouted at the top of his lungs, stirring up a passionate response from the coalition forces.
As if injected with a shot of adrenaline, morale soared, and the offensive intensified. On the left wing, which had been showing signs of weakening, Shen Qingchen's encouragement saw the members bravely lead the charge, one against ten, and effectively halted the enemy's charge, gradually pushing it back. The outflanking on the right wing also progressed smoothly, cutting off the enemy's retreat and causing them to panic and flee.
Seeing her side's situation take a turn for the worse, Jiang Yao grew increasingly frantic. Wielding a sharp blade, she charged across the battlefield, slashing at anyone she saw like a madman. But her madness couldn't reverse the defeat. With the tacit cooperation of Shen Qingchen and Jiang Zhi, the coalition forces steadily advanced, steadily chipping away at the enemy's strength.
At this moment, in a corner of the manor, a young Allied soldier had his abdomen slashed by an enemy long knife, his intestines vaguely visible. His face was pale with pain, and cold sweat poured down his face, but he still gritted his teeth and struggled to get up and continue fighting. Seeing this, Jiang Zhi was extremely anxious. She flashed and instantly arrived at the soldier's side. The silver needles in her hand quickly pierced several acupuncture points, temporarily stopping the bleeding. Then she pulled out a bag of golden wound medicine from her bosom, quickly sprinkled it on the wound, and tore off the corner of her clothes to bandage the soldier. "Don't be afraid, hold on!" Jiang Zhi comforted softly, her voice firm and warm.
The soldier looked at Jiang Zhi, eyes filled with gratitude and admiration. "Miss Jiang, I can still fight..." Before he could finish his words, he fainted from the pain. Jiang Zhi gently placed him in a safe place, stood up and looked around the battlefield. He saw Shen Qingchen leading a team of soldiers, fiercely engaged in a fierce battle with the enemy's elite troops. Shen Qingchen's brows were furrowed, his eyes focused, and his long sword danced with impenetrable force. Every strike of the sword was full of majestic momentum, and wherever he touched, the enemy screamed and blood splattered.
Jiang Zhi took a deep breath and charged towards Shen Qingchen, dispatching several sneak attacks along the way. She knew that while Shen Qingchen was formidable, the enemy's elite couldn't be underestimated; one more person meant a better chance of victory. "I'll help you!" Jiang Zhi shouted, joining the fray. The coordinated attack of her silver needles and longsword overwhelmed even the enemy's elite.
Shen Qingchen glanced at Jiang Zhi, eyes filled with admiration and affection. "Together, we will surely defeat the enemy!" Jiang Zhi nodded slightly, his gaze firm in response. The two fought side by side, their every move in perfect sync, as if they were telepathically connected. Their figures galloped across the battlefield, sending enemies retreating wherever they passed. They became the perfect catalyst for the coalition's morale, reinforcing their conviction that victory would be theirs.
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