[The Orphan's Love Affair with a Beauty's Rivalry] (Volume 3, Chapter 223)

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Chapter 223 Battle of Lingshan

In his memory, even when facing an enemy ten times their size, the Princess never showed fear. She always

remained calm and composed, commanding with unwavering resolve. With a flick of her wrist, she could turn the tide of battle, and the enemy would vanish like

smoke! It seemed that as long as one followed her instructions diligently, defeating the enemy was an easy task.

But this time, facing the formidable Jurchen hunters, would it still be the same?

The Xuanfu cavalry, having traveled day and night, arrived at the Lingshan region on the west bank of the Liao River. According to scouts, the vanguard of the Jin army, under the command of

Qikete, the eighth son of the Jin ruler, numbering over ten thousand cavalry, was indeed stationed thirty miles ahead at Qingyun

Fort and the surrounding area on the west bank of the Liao River.

Zhao Fengyin ordered the troops to set up camp and was pondering countermeasures in her central command tent when her spies received

an urgent report from three thousand miles away via carrier pigeon: On the northern front of the Jin Kingdom, Princess Murong led her army across the North Sea Strait under cover of night, capturing the Nanghar Beach position on the northern part of Sakhalin

Island She was now dividing her forces into three routes to launch a major offensive against the rebellious Jurchen leader

, Guerduo. It seemed that Murong's army had no plans to advance south.

Zhao Fengyin was overjoyed upon hearing this. Recalling her conversation with Wuyue that night, she felt she had no more worries about the rear. She

decisively ordered a change in the battle plan. The main force of the Xuan-Liao army, which was marching northeast and originally deployed to the

Xiliao River line, was to be turned south immediately to join forces with the eastern army and head to the Liao River front! She, fully armed, led the Xuanfu cavalry towards Qingyun Fort on the west bank of the Liao River, intending to confront

the renowned warrior Qikete. 　　According to scouts, the Princess of the Qianxi Dynasty was personally leading her elite cavalry to reinforce the city. Qikete also gathered all his troops stationed near Qingyun Fort at the city walls, converging on a single force to prepare for a cavalry battle against the Princess in the open terrain outside the city. 　　The thunderous sound of hooves shattered the usual tranquility of the riverbank plain between Lingshan and Qingyun Fort as two cavalry legions, both renowned for their invincibility and exceptional skill in open battle, clashed head-on. 　　The Princess of the Qianxi Dynasty's fiefdom extended east to the Doyan, Chahan, and Khalkha tribes, south to the Wanggu tribe near Xuanfu military town in the Ordos River bend region, and northwest to the former territory of the Kelie tribe. These were all nomadic tribes from the vast grasslands, so apart from the commanders, almost all the soldiers of the Xuanfu cavalry came from these nomadic tribes, and their proportion within the Xuanliao army was also considerable. 　　On one side were the light cavalry of nomadic tribes, undefeated for years across the northern deserts; on the other, heavy cavalry composed of Jurchen hunters true nomadic peoples, each skilled in archery and horsemanship! 　　The two armies faced each other, the muffled horns of bulls blaring simultaneously. Banners fluttered in the wind. Zhao Fengyin, wielding an iron spear, clad in gleaming armor and a silver helmet, a black cloak covering her, stood on horseback beneath the Zhao banner. To her left was General Xuanfu and Commander of the Xuanfu Iron Cavalry, Zhao Ting; to her right was Deputy Commander Meng Guang. 　　On the opposite side, Qikete burst forward, sword drawn, challenging them. He was completely , his horse armored down to his knees. 　　Zhao Ting loosened his grip on the reins slightly, and his horse reared up. He turned to look at Zhao Fengyin, who nodded slightly. Zhao Ting spurred his horse forward, charging straight at Qikete! 　　Zhao Ting, a renowned general and commander of the Xuanfu Iron Cavalry, was both intelligent and brave, a veteran of countless battles. Qikete, a fierce and valiant warrior, was equally matched with Zhao Ting. After dozens of rounds of intense fighting, though no clear victor emerged, Qikete had clearly gained the upper hand. The archers on both sides grew impatient, and under the command of Deputy Commander Meng Guang, the Xuanfu Iron Cavalry drew their bows and unleashed a barrage of arrows at the enemy lines. 　　On the Jurchen side, Qikete's deputy commander, Vida, also hastily brandished his long-handled scimitar and ordered a retaliatory volley. Arrows rained down like locusts, darkening the sky, and some soldiers on both sides were struck and fell from their horses. 　　Once the soldiers had emptied their quivers, Zhao Fengyin raised his iron spear, charged ahead, and led his troops into the enemy ranks! 　　From the mountainside of Lingshan, the riverbank grassland resembled two dark clouds sweeping across the landscape. Hooves thundered slowly approached, their clashes accompanied by a deafening roar—a chaotic cacophony of neighing horses, shouts, screams, and the clashing of weapons! 　　A massive cavalry battle had begun. Nomadic versus hunting people, light cavalry versus heavy cavalry—which side was stronger? The answer would soon be revealed! 　　The tens of thousands of Jurchen cavalry were no ordinary force, and the Xuanfu cavalry were equally formidable. Qiket, protected by generals , wielded his long-handled scimitar with imposing might, the blade stained with the blood of Xuanfu cavalrymen. 　　Zhao Fengyin wielded his iron spear with unparalleled skill, leading the charge, while Zhao Ting and Meng Guang followed closely behind, charging through the seemingly invincible Jurchen cavalry with equal ferocity! 　　This head-on cavalry charge was filled with the fall of men and horses, a brutal and bloody spectacle on a grand scale . Although both sides fought in small, intertwined units , their overall formations remained well-maintained. After more than half an hour of fierce fighting, both sides were locked in a stalemate, unable to break the enemy's momentum, and a temporary balance was maintained . 　　As the battle progressed to this stage, both sides' soldiers gradually grew exhausted, and the remaining fighting relied entirely on their tenacious willpower and instinctive, desperate swings of their swords, a contest of strength and endurance. 　　Just at this critical moment, a muffled thunderous sound of hooves approached from the north! 　　Zhao Ting was startled and turned to his left, where he saw a group of heavily armored cavalry emerging from behind a hill to the north. Their gleaming scimitars drew countless circles in the air as they charged forward, shouting and yelling, seemingly about to reach the left flank of the Xuanfu cavalry! 　　Zhao Ting hurriedly ordered the flag bearers to wave the commander's flag and urgently change formation, dividing the troops to protect the flanks. This Jurchen heavy cavalry force, responsible for the flanking maneuver, numbering over three thousand men, led by Hun'erhan, the deputy general under Qikete, charged formation, crashing into the left flank of the Xuanfu cavalry with a thunderous roar! 　　This was a typical Jurchen tribal hunting tactic, something these hunters had mastered from childhood, executing with ease. From coordination between individual soldiers to the seamless cooperation between ten-man, hundred-man, and thousand-man teams, their division of labor was incredibly skillful, with only one goal: to kill! Just like slaughtering a pack of prey ! 　　Encountering another volley of dense arrows, some more Xuanfu cavalrymen were struck by arrows and fell from their horses, but they had no choice but to muster their remaining strength and fight fiercely. The battle cries, which had been gradually fading, suddenly intensified again.

The attack came like a raging storm crashing against the shore, the sounds of clashing weapons and the screams of soldiers falling from their horses filling the air!

The Xuanfu Iron Cavalry was caught in a fierce battle. Due to their inferior numbers, they gradually began to falter

. After struggling for nearly half an hour, under the repeated attacks of the two Jurchen heavy cavalry units, the soldiers were exhausted from defending themselves, and their formation

began to break down. Once they were completely scattered, the hunting scenes that the Jurchen hunters were best at would surely appear!

What awaited the Xuanfu Iron Cavalry might be the annihilation of the entire army!

Seeing that the battle situation was extremely critical, Zhao Fengyin was powerless to reverse the situation. She could only raise her iron spear to signal, and Hun'er beside her

beat the retreat drum. The Xuanfu Iron Cavalry light cavalry retreated like a tide, and Qikete took advantage of the situation to lead his troops

to attack.

While the armor of the steppe light cavalry was not as protective as that of the Jurchen heavy cavalry, putting them at a disadvantage in longbow duels and hand-to-hand combat,

their advantages were also obvious: mobility and flexibility. This was also reflected in their retreat. The Jurchen hunters

, wielding their scimitars, were far less adept at pursuing them than they had been at hunting down the Liaodong government infantry corps some time ago. Moreover, the Xuanfu Iron Cavalry

maintained a good formation during their retreat, resulting in fewer casualties than during the fiercest battle.

Zhao Fengyin led his army in a wolf-like charge, sweeping across the southern foothills of Lingshan Mountain, his flag bearers waving their banners

three times.

Jing'er, who had been waiting on the mountainside for a long time, saw this clearly. At her command,

the five thousand fresh troops, who had been lying in ambush in the deep valley of the mountain, unleashed a volley of arrows at the Jurchen army below. Due to their high vantage point and the increasing

force of , screams of agony rose and fell from the sky.

Once the light cavalry had emptied their quivers, they charged forward under Jing'er's leadership, ramming

into the Jurchen army, which had scattered into numerous hunting squads. A deafening roar of battle cries erupted once more,

stirring !

Zhao Fengyin reined in his horse and led his troops back to attack. The scattered hunting formations of the Qiket army were difficult to regroup,

and suddenly, they were caught in a pincer attack from the Xuanfu cavalry, this time causing chaos in the Jurchen formation. Unable to support each other,

the Qiket, though exceptionally brave, saw no hope of victory and had no choice but to order a retreat, leading his army

back to their temporary headquarters, Qingyun Fort, on the west bank of the Liao River.

Unbeknownst to Zhao Fengyin, he had already dispatched Colonel Hada with two hundred light cavalry to launch a flanking attack on Qingyun

Fort. The fort's walls, weakened by the massacre, were not fortified. However, Harina, who had accompanied the army, was shrewd and did not advocate a direct assault.

The siblings, who shared a common language with the Jurchens, lied to the Jurchen soldiers remaining behind, claiming to be subordinates of the Fifth Prince, Uyaqige, and that they had urgent business

to report to the Eighth Prince. After tricking them into opening the fort gates, Hada led his troops in a surprise attack. Qikete,

who had left few troops to meet the Xuanfu cavalry, was quickly subdued, and Hada's attack succeeded in less than half an hour, eliminating the remaining enemy.

When Qikete led his troops back, he was met with a dense rain of arrows from the arrow wall, and the Xuanfu cavalry

pressed their advantage. Seeing that he could not recapture Qingyun Fort in a short time, he had no choice but to lead his

troops across the Liao River and retreat to the east bank, where they regrouped and awaited the enemy at Xianping Fort.

Zhao Fengyin led the Xuanfu cavalry in pursuit to the west bank, where they stopped. Zhao Ting, somewhat puzzled, asked, "Your Majesty, why

don't we take advantage of our victory and cross the river to pursue them?"

Zhao Fengyin replied, "I know everyone is probably thinking the same thing. But General Zhao, you've witnessed the fighting power of tens of thousands of Jurchen

cavalry. With the Xuanfu cavalry currently at a disadvantage, do they have

the strength to encircle and annihilate the Qiket?"

Zhao Ting frowned, pondered for a long time, and then shook his head. Zhao Fengyin smiled and said, "General Zhao knows my style.

I won't do a business where I kill a thousand but lose eight hundred of my own."

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