Chapter 201 Return to Beijing
"Jiang Qingning, I'm making this clear today: you will be stained with blood on the battlefield today!"
"Everyone! Continue to surround the Dagan commander, Qin Xiu, and capture him quickly! I want his head!"
Murong Feng was furious and spurred his horse faster towards Qin Xiu, vowing to kill Qin Xiu first and then get rid of Jiang Qingning who dared to deceive him.
Qin Xiu was ordered by him to use a round-the-clock battle to consume his physical strength. Now two hours have passed. Qin Xiu must be struggling. As long as he strikes a few more times, Qin Xiu will surely lose his head.
Jiang Qingning's eyes instantly locked onto Qin Xiu, who was surrounded by the elite Northern Di troops, and Murong Feng, who was personally leading his troops to charge towards Qin Xiu.
"Qin Xiu, hold on!" The clear shout pierced through the noise of the battlefield.
Jiang Qingning squeezed the horse's belly, and the horse shot out like an arrow. The spear in his hand turned into cold stars, and he accurately knocked away the Beidi soldiers who were blocking the way. Wherever he passed, all the Beidi soldiers' heads fell to the ground.
"Cover the young lady!"
"Kill! Kill the Northern Di enemy army!"
The 5,000 Jiang family soldiers behind her were even more brave and valiant, with tight formation and astonishing impact force. They managed to defeat the larger force with fewer troops and tore a bloody path through the densely packed Beidi army.
"Qin Xiu, today is the day you die!" Murong Feng thrust his long sword straight forward, aiming for Qin Xiu's vitals.
Qin Xiu raised his gun to block, but Murong Feng's moves were fierce and did not give him any chance to breathe. Even though Qin Xiu used all his strength to hold on, he was still injured in the waist and abdomen.
"Ugh..." Qin Xiu felt a sweet and fishy taste in his throat and spat out a mouthful of blood.
"This king has said that today is the day you die!"
Murong Feng was determined to win when he suddenly felt something strange on his flank. Turning back, he saw the golden figure charging towards him as if entering an empty space. He was immediately shocked and furious: "Someone, stop her for me!"
Jiang Qingning has been hiding her strength until now, and even dares to raise so many private soldiers. He dare not imagine how many more killer tricks Jiang Qingning has waiting for him. Even though he has already wondered about the ultimate purpose of her actions, he cannot hide the fear of Jiang Qingning in Murong Feng's heart.
But it was too late.
Jiang Qingning rode fast and rushed forward with her spear. Seeing that Murong Feng was about to chop at the exhausted Qin Xiu with his long sword, she swung her spear and arrived first, piercing the shoulder blade of Murong Feng's right arm holding the sword.
With a "clang" sound, the sharp sound of metal clashing was heard.
Murong Feng only felt a huge force coming from the hilt of the sword, and his entire right arm instantly became numb and painful, and the long sword almost slipped out of his hand.
He was horrified. He never expected that Jiang Qingning, a woman, could have such terrifying strength and exquisite marksmanship.
Taking advantage of the moment when he retreated in pain, Jiang Qingning swung the tip of his spear, blocking several spears that were stabbing at him from all around. He stretched out his left hand and suddenly grabbed Qin Xiu, who was almost exhausted, and pulled him onto his horse's back.
"Hold me tight!" She growled softly, and without giving Qin Xiu a chance to react, she swung her spear again, forcing back the pursuing Northern Di soldiers.
Murong Feng covered his bleeding arm, his face ashen, his eyes filled with rage from being teased and injured: "Jiang Qingning, you are fine!"
Jiang Qingning ignored him, turned his horse around, and pointed his spear forward: "Follow me, Jiang's army!"
Five thousand elite soldiers roared in unison, shaking the whole area. With Jiang Qingning as the spearhead, they launched another counterattack towards the Beidi central army.
With the addition of fresh troops, especially Jiang Qingning's fearless charge, the morale of the remaining Dagan soldiers, who were on the verge of collapse, was greatly boosted, and they roared and counterattacked.
Murong Feng's injured arm made it difficult for him to command the troops. He also saw that the fighting power of the army led by Jiang Qingning far exceeded his expectations. His own formation was in disarray. If he continued to fight, he would suffer heavy losses. He could only grit his teeth and roared unwillingly: "Retreat! Sound the retreat!"
The horn of retreat for the Northern Di army sounded, and the black-armored soldiers retreated as quickly as they had come.
Jiang Qingning didn't let anyone pursue him any further. He raised his hand to stop the troops and said coldly, "Archers, fire three volleys to send them off!"
The archers who had been prepared immediately stepped forward, and the rain of arrows poured down like locusts, harvesting the lives of another wave of Beidi soldiers who fell behind, until the enemy was out of range.
"Clear the battlefield, treat the wounded, and search for the enemy's remaining weapons and armor!" Jiang Qingning gave the order, his voice clear but with unquestionable majesty.
"yes!"
"Qin Xiu, can you still hold on?" Jiang Qingning asked with a sidelong glance.
"...Yes." Qin Xiu answered in a low voice, enduring the pain from the wound on his waist that was bleeding profusely, and wrapped his hands tightly around Jiang Qingning's waist.
After she finished speaking, she spurred her horse back to the camp with Qin Xiu, who was still clinging to her waist and whose consciousness was already a little hazy.
At the camp gate, Yu Lin, who had just led his men back from the battlefield on the other side, was stunned to see Jiang Qingning, whose golden armor was covered in blood and whose horse was carrying Qin Xiu.
He instantly recalled Jiang Qingning's ability to turn things around at Pingjiang Marquis' Mansion a few days ago, and compared it with the heroic demeanor of the female general in front of him, who had safely retreated from the army and brought back her commander. His heart was greatly shocked, and then he felt an indescribable sense of relief.
Fortunately, the Yu family chose to obey, otherwise he would really regret his previous wrong decision in the future.
"Jiang... Jiang..." Yu Lin didn't know what to call him for a moment.
Jiang Qingning swiftly dismounted from his horse and carefully helped Qin Xiu, who was almost unable to stand, down. "Lord, please lend a hand."
Yu Lin finally reacted and hurried forward to support Qin Xiu together with his personal soldiers.
Only when he got closer did he smell the strong smell of blood on Qin Xiu.
"What happened to General Qin?" Yu Lin was shocked and hurried forward to support Qin Xiu.
"The waist and abdomen are injured, call the military doctor quickly!" Jiang Qingning said concisely.
Several people hurriedly helped Qin Xiu into the military tent. The military doctor came and cut open his armor and inner clothes, only to find that he had a deep wound on his abdomen that was still bleeding, and the surrounding area was red and swollen, with skin and flesh flying off.
Jiang Qingning frowned as he watched the military doctor clean the wound, apply medicine and bandage it.
She instructed Yu Lin, "My Lord, please immediately arrange for personnel to clean up the battlefield and strengthen patrols to prevent Murong Feng from launching a night raid or counterattack. The food and medicine I brought are in the rear. Distribute them immediately so that the soldiers can have a good meal and the wounded can receive medicine as soon as possible."
"Yes, I'll do it right away!" Yu Lin was completely convinced by Jiang Qingning at this moment, and hurriedly took the order and left.
Walking out of the tent, he looked back at the busy golden figure inside the tent, and his heart was still shocked.
This seemingly weak woman who served as the wife of the Earl of Anping for eight years was actually such a hidden heroine.
The Jiang family is full of talented people, and their reputation is well-deserved.
At the same time, outside the capital, a group of dusty people successfully reunited with the fourth prince Lu Yong.
Jiang Baichuan and his son Jiang Qinghuai, although weathered, have straight backs, a gleam in their eyes, and a murderous aura that cannot be completely concealed.
Both parties knew the truth, so there was no need for excessive pleasantries.
"Your Highness." The father and son dismounted and saluted.
"Old General, Major General, thank you for your hard work on the journey. My father has been waiting in the palace for a long time." Lu Yong said concisely.
"Then we will follow His Highness into the palace to meet him." Jiang Baichuan nodded.
The few of them reached a tacit understanding just by exchanging glances.
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