1531 Assassination, the first battle in life

Blood and flesh splattered everywhere, the crystal clear ice peak was dyed red with blood, and the screams drowned out the shouts of killing.

This is war, cruel and bloody, and all victories are built on piles of bones.

When Feng Qingchen saw this scene, his eyes became more determined, his hands moved faster, and the drum beats became more urgent...

This is a real battle, either you die or I live!

"Kill, kill!"

“Awoo…Awoo…”

Shouts of killing and wolf howls rang out at the same time. Feng Qingchen's private army was blood-thirsty and their movements became faster and faster. Fortunately, they were not too happy and lost their minds.

They knew very well that this was Beiling's first attack, and it was normal for them to be repelled. As the defending party, they always have some advantages, and the attacking party always suffers. It is normal for so many people to die in their hands in the first wave.

From now on, every battle will be extremely difficult. You have to know that Beiling has an army of 100,000. By then, they will be able to fill the battle paths even with corpses.

If we kill one more now, they will have less pressure later.

"Boom, boom, boom..." The war drums were deafening. Feng Qingchen's hands were sore, but she did not stop and kept beating the drums.

When the drums sounded, her soldiers knew that she was with them. No matter how many dangers lay ahead, they were together!

At this moment, those who kill the enemies on the battlefield are great; at this moment, Feng Qingchen who stands in front of the war drum and beats the war drum is great.

This was their first official battle. Facing the brave and warlike Beiling army that was a thousand times larger than theirs, they were not cowardly or afraid.

"Boom, boom, boom..." The drumbeats gradually died down. Beiling's first attack ended in failure. Beiling did not continue, but stopped to adjust his strategy.

"We won, we won, we won." The soldiers' faces were covered in blood, but their eyes were bright. They were happy and they cheered...

They fought back the Beiling soldiers, although only a small number of them, but it was the first time they won a battle.

"Well done to you!" The generals praised generously, and Feng Qingchen was also very satisfied.

These were a group of rookies who had never seen blood, but they were no less capable than the veterans. Some even said they were more fearless than those veterans from Beiling.

The ignorant are fearless. They have not seen the cruelty of war, and they have the courage to charge forward.

"Clean up the battlefield and carry the wounded away." After the soldiers were happy, they began to give orders.

Although it was their first time on the battlefield, they had rehearsed it countless times before, and these procedures were ingrained in their bones. They knew what to do with their eyes closed.

"Yes." After winning the battle, the soldiers were all happy and full of energy.

Feng Qingchen knew that Beiling would not launch a second attack for the time being, so he handed the war drum to the drummer beside him and turned to walk towards the wounded soldiers' camp.

"Don't do everything yourself." The Ninth Prince knew Feng Qingchen's personality and was afraid that she would act stubbornly, so he reminded her first.

"Don't worry, I know my limits and can prioritize." There are many military doctors in the wounded camp. Although their medical skills are not very good, they can still deal with simple external injuries.

With the medicine she prepared in advance, as long as the injury was not fatal, there would be no danger to life.

When Feng Qingchen arrived at the wounded camp, it was packed with people. A few military doctors were not enough. Some lightly injured soldiers came forward to get medicine themselves, and then bandaged each other together with their companions.

"You have trained these people very well." Even the Ninth Prince had to admit that this was the most orderly and quietest camp for wounded soldiers he had ever seen.

The wounded soldier was lying on a thick blanket with a somewhat empty look in his eyes. When he saw Feng Qingchen come in, he gradually perked up and called out "Young Lady" one after another. Feng Qingchen nodded one by one, and when she was sure that there were no wounded people who needed her help, she prepared to leave.

Before leaving, Feng Qingchen solemnly said to everyone: "You are heroes on the battlefield. Take good care of your injuries. After you recover, there will be more important tasks for you."

"Yes." The wounded soldiers responded excitedly. One of them, whose arm was broken, asked Feng Qingchen cautiously, "Miss, can I do this?"

He was afraid, afraid that he would be cleared out because he could no longer go to the battlefield to kill people. Because Feng Qingchen said that she would not support idle people.

"Of course, each of you is extremely useful to me. Once your injuries are healed, I will make arrangements for you one by one." Feng Qingchen saw these wounded soldiers and was thinking about building a farm in his mind.

In addition to these wounded soldiers, Dongling also had many veterans who had retired due to disability. For example, her father's former subordinates had found a way to survive one by one under Jinling's arrangement, and their loyalty to her was beyond doubt.

When she walked out of the wounded camp, Feng Qingchen had a smile on her face. She already knew how to arrange these people and give these soldiers who were disabled due to injuries a chance to survive.

Feng Qingchen's eyebrows moved, and the Ninth Uncle knew what she was going to do: "Want to help them again?"

"It's not about helping them, it's about helping each other. They need an opportunity, and I need manpower." Only these disabled people can she use at will without worrying about being questioned by the emperor.

Although he said it so cold-bloodedly and rationally, he actually couldn't let these people go. Otherwise, he wouldn't always think of those wounded soldiers and would make arrangements for them first when he had the chance.

But it’s also good this way. These wounded soldiers have a place to stay, which is good for everyone.

Beiling's army had suffered two consecutive defeats, and inevitably became a little impatient. The general leading the army was so angry that he almost killed someone.

"Five thousand people. We lost five thousand people in just one day. Can anyone tell me why?" General Beiling yelled at his subordinates, and all those he yelled at lowered their heads.

In the past, they would not have believed that they would suffer such heavy losses, but after two consecutive defeats, they no longer dared to guarantee that they could defeat the Fengli tribe in a short period of time.

"General, I am willing to lead 10,000 people to attack again and I am determined to defeat the Fengli tribe." The deputy general stepped forward to ask for orders.

It is true that they brought 100,000 people, but it is impossible for these 100,000 people to arrive at the same time. When the vanguard troops launched the attack, the people behind were still on the way. Moreover, even if all of them arrived, it was impossible for them to send 100,000 people to attack at once.

That small snow mountain cannot accommodate so many people. What will happen then is not a war but a crowded place.

"Ten thousand men, are you sure you can charge through? The men of Beiling cannot die in vain." The Beiling general stared at the deputy general with a burning gaze. The deputy general hesitated for a moment and nodded heavily: "The enemy has less than ten thousand people. I can more than charge through with ten thousand men."

Lan Jingyang didn't know that Feng Liyou had secretly hidden eight thousand soldiers, so the information he reported to Beiling was wrong.

"Okay, in half an hour, you will lead 10,000 people to attack. If you fail, you don't have to come back to see me." It's not that General Beiling is harsh, but they urgently need a victory to prove the bravery of the Beiling soldiers and the incompetence of the descendants of the Fengli clan.

"Yes." The deputy general was in a dilemma and could only agree reluctantly.

General Beiling did not mean to make things difficult for anyone. After issuing the order, he discussed the battle plan with everyone. A quarter of an hour later, he ordered his deputy general to select the troops to go into battle.

Beiling's deputy generals walked out of the main commander's camp one by one. Master Doudou and another old monster hiding in the dark thought to themselves that the opportunity had come!