[Urban] Turbulent Times and Love (Complete) - 19-21

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Chapter Seven: Farewell

The Ghostly Calamity in the Southwest was quickly quelled, and both the military and government immediately shifted their focus to preparing for the invasion of the Southern Barbarians. Thanks to the targeted arrangements made by Zifang before his arrival, everything in the army was running smoothly.

The vanguard had already reached the north bank of the Shahe River, confronting the main force of the Barbarians across the river. Along the way, various small tribes surrendered without resistance. Meanwhile, troops originally tasked with dealing with the Ghostly Calamities and resettling the displaced people were gradually moving into the border fortress city of Shanyang.

In the room, Shiori watched Zifang's retreating figure with some worry. He had been standing by the window for a long time since seeing the note left by the blue-haired girl saying she was going to see her master.

"Don't worry, your junior sister isn't a child anymore. She'll be alright,"

she comforted him

, somewhat at a loss. Zifang shook his head, clearly unaware of his anxieties. A possibility he had sensed for years but refused to believe might be confirmed tonight.

“Shiori…”

He sighed deeply, letting the note in his hand dissolve into smoke in his fire-elemental internal energy, and turned around. “Can you stay with me tonight?”

“Huh?”

Shiori’s face flushed instantly. “Don’t say such strange things… Haven’t I stayed with you every night lately?”

she muttered.

“I didn’t mean that…”

The misunderstood Shiori was a little embarrassed…

At this moment, in the shadow of a forest on the north bank of the Shahe River, the former Queen of the Southern Barbarians leaned against a tree, peering through the gaps in the trees at the Yanhuang Army camp not far away. Her long hair was dyed with an unknown material, giving it a mercury-like color and texture, and her hairline was decorated with brightly colored feathers. The mysterious patterns painted with dark blue oil paint made her wheat-colored skin appear even more wild. But at this moment, she, who was full of wildness, was squatting there, looking like a helpless girl, her legs drawn up, her sexy buttocks sitting on her fur-decorated boots, her hands folded between her head and knees.

She was dressed very lightly, and a gentle breeze revealed her large, round breasts through her linen clothes.

Seeing such a figure, it was hard to believe she was only twenty. In the Yanhuang Empire, people would at least consider her a mature and sexy young woman, but she came from a wild and precocious land.

She sat there, gazing at the flickering lights of the camp below, her arms bent, supporting her sorrowful face, motionless, as if frozen in time. All his good and bad fortune came from the countries to which those armies belonged, he thought.

His tribe wasn't the most powerful, but their dominance in this land that revered strength stemmed not only from their two hundred powerful war elephants, but more importantly from a vast gold mine within their territory.

Although their tribe's mining techniques were insufficient to excavate the main parts of the deep veins, the easily accessible gold nuggets on the surface and the gold dust panned from nearby rivers were enough to provide them with a powerful fighting force from the mercenaries of the West.

However, due to excessive mining in recent years, the amount of gold obtainable from the surface has become increasingly scarce. As a result, her father had to dismiss a large portion of his elite mercenary army. This significant decline in strength quickly emboldened the surrounding tribes, who coveted the barbarian throne. To address this situation, she suggested to her father that they submit to the neighboring eastern kingdoms and pay tribute to gain their support for maintaining their rule. After careful consideration, her father agreed and entrusted this crucial secret matter to her. The subsequent smooth progress of the secret negotiations impressed her father greatly.

Unfortunately, fate intervened. Just as the negotiations were progressing smoothly, her father, who had always been healthy, passed away. On his deathbed, he left a will, designating his son and daughter as heirs to the throne. According to ancient tradition, they had to become husband and wife. In many countries, such an act would be considered incestuous, but here, it was perfectly normal. So, although she could practically be called a queen, according to the patriarchal customs of the southern barbarians, people still called her Lady Yinhua. Her younger brother was a hot-tempered and warlike brat, whom she looked down upon. On their first day of marriage, she locked him out. This thoroughly enraged the young barbarian king, who was already burning with anger over the right to share the inheritance. He cunningly revealed the contents of their previous secret negotiations, claiming that his wife was a traitor who had sold out all the southern barbarians to the Yanhuang Empire. Incited by him, the tribes, already restless, responded and rebelled against his wife in his name.

Soon, one day, when the young queen awoke, she found herself forced to flee in panic under the protection of a few still loyal followers. Under the relentless advance of their superior adversaries, she retreated all the way to the other side of the Sand River. Just then, news arrived that the Yanhuang army was advancing.

What to do now? Yinhua pondered, returning to her camp hidden in the woods, where she lay down on the few mats in her tent. The mats were unadorned, hardly even soft, and haphazardly laid out on the ground. When she needed to make a decision, she had developed a habit: she would lie prone, supporting her head and chest with her hands, so she could breathe freely, think freely, and remain motionless for long periods. This was merely a temporary tent. For weeks, her depleted army had been forced to move with her brother's army, always in a state of retreat.

Now her situation was incredibly dangerous; her brother and husband were in their camp across the river, and the massive army from the Yanhuang Empire was only a few thousand paces away, both sides possessing formidable strength.

And looking at herself caught in the middle, with only a few thousand men, worse still, most of whom were mercenaries—who, though currently protecting her, would immediately kill this fleeing queen or hand her over to her enemies if someone offered a higher price.

Both sides appeared to be enemies, yet they were also enemies. This situation reminded her of a Western philosophical saying she'd heard from a mercenary general: "The enemy of my enemy is my friend..." Now, it seemed the only way to turn the tide was to stand with the Yanhuang people. But who was this person she was to stand with?

Zifang, the commander of the Yanhuang army this time—a name both familiar and unfamiliar. She had never met him, and didn't even know much about him, yet his name had already spread here due to the various legendary tales of the wars of recent years. It was said that he had won more battles in just a few years than many great commanders had accomplished in a lifetime.

Now, his name could even strike fear into the hearts of the bravest warriors here. This wasn't because these warriors weren't brave, but because everyone knew that in the north, separated by mountains, lived half-human, half-beast monsters. Even the strongest warriors in the tribes were no match for half those monsters, and even those monsters, it was said, would wake up crying in terror at the mere mention of his name. What kind of person was this? No one around could explain things to her, which instilled a sense of fear in her towards this potential collaborator. But she had no better choice at the moment.

She stepped out of the tent, seemingly seeking some light and fresh air. But suddenly it grew dark outside; it was autumn, and the northwest wind blowing through the forest was chilling, making her shiver. Looking around, she saw her guards resting around the campfire in front of her tent, all exhausted. The weeks of constant escape had worn even the strongest soldiers down.

Worse still, there might be an assassin among them, who, for the large bounty, would suddenly slit her throat. The thought sent another shiver down her spine, and she returned to her tent.

She lay prone on the mat, propping her head up with her left hand, pondering how to make the Yanhuang commander think she was worthy of protection and help.

Night deepened, and only the lanterns of the patrolling guards illuminated the remaining space in the marshal's camp. One guard was patrolling the corridor near the small building housing the wisteria room when he suddenly felt something brush past him. He turned around warily, but saw nothing but a gentle breeze. Thinking it was just fatigue and overreaction, he rubbed his eyes and continued on his way. As

the guard receded, a figure slowly emerged from the shadows beneath the pillars, swiftly bypassing the last guard at the door and slipping through the half-open window.

Inside, the figure silently stared at the bed for a long time, its large eyes, gleaming in the darkness, filled with complex emotions. After a moment, as if making a decision, the figure turned and silently walked to the table, reaching out for the sword on its shelf.

Suddenly, sensing danger behind her, the shadow abruptly turned around, and the extremely familiar face made her freeze. "Senior Brother..."

"I knew this would happen, but I really didn't want it to be like this,"

Zi Teng murmured, lighting the lamp in her hand, illuminating the shadow's true form: a petite yet exquisitely beautiful female body, and a red-haired girl who had been lurking nearby, blocking the door and windows as escape routes.

"You...did you already know I..."

The girl, caught off guard by Zi Teng's tone, was somewhat surprised.

"Yes,"

Zi Teng replied as calmly as possible.

“I always thought I portrayed that innocent and ignorant persona very well. How did you see through it?”

“It was very good, but too much. There’s an old Chinese saying, ‘Too much is as bad as too little,’”

Zifang replied. “You portrayed that innocent girl too innocently, too ignorantly, and that’s your biggest flaw. Everything in this world should have limits, including the innocence and ignorance of that fictional girl named Crescent Moon. Remember that cat girl in Ningyuan City? Back then, to show that you had no connection with the beastmen, you acted as if you thought they were just cats. But no one is so ignorant as to equate upright, cat-like beastmen with many human characteristics with cats. You were just trying to cover up the truth, understand?”

“I see…”

the little girl said with an “I see” look. “What do you want to do to me?”

“Just because you still call me ‘senior brother,’ I won’t do anything to you. Otherwise, there would be more than just the two of us waiting for you here today.”

Zi Teng shook his head, looking at the girl who lowered her head for no apparent reason. He continued, “Actually, I started to suspect it a long time ago, but I kept telling myself that I didn’t have any solid evidence.”

At this point, Zi Teng gave a bitter smile. “Or rather, I was forcing myself not to believe it, because all these years, I’ve always treated you like a younger sister. I don’t believe my sister would lie to me.”

“You say you treat me like a younger sister, but you’ve been doing that kind of thing with me all this time. You…”

Recalling the past, tears welled up in the girl’s eyes, and her voice trembled slightly, but she still stubbornly nitpicked.

“Hungry…”

This sentence left Zifang speechless. Looking at Shiori beside him, he saw she was giving him a strange look that seemed to say, “You’re a hopeless pervert.” Embarrassed, he had no choice but to change the subject. “So, shouldn’t you have something to say to me? About yourself.”

“…”

The girl didn’t speak, but silently unbuttoned her clothes, revealing a deep cleavage and a sapphire necklace. She grabbed the gemstone from the necklace and crushed it into pieces with her inner strength. A faint blue light emanated from her palm, enveloping her body. Under the light, her body began to change, and snow-white triangular ears and a fluffy tail gradually emerged.

“As you can see, I am a beastman… a fox…”

the girl said. “Our chieftain noticed long ago that you might be a huge threat or an ally, so he used ancient magic to seal all the beastman characteristics on me, and then let me infiltrate your side…”

“No wonder you have such an exaggeratedly good figure…”

Zifang gave a bitter smile for no apparent reason.

“Crescent Moon…”

After a moment of silence, he continued, “Can I still call you that?”

“Yes…”

The girl nodded, her head bowed.

“Do you really want to fight humans for the rest of your life? And then let your descendants repeat your life?”

“I…”

The girl didn’t know how to answer.

“Anyway, I don’t want to fight you orcs for the rest of my life, so I’ve been looking for other solutions, and I’ve already had a successful attempt.”

“I know…”

The girl nodded; she understood that the attempt Wisteria was referring to was his attempt to recruit and settle the lion clan.

“You should leave…”

“Huh?”

The girl, who had expected him to say something more, was stunned by these three words.

“Since you’re still my Crescent Moon, I won’t do anything to you, but since you’re still an orc spy, I can’t keep you around.”

Wisteria sighed, “But I hope you’ll tell what I said and the attempts you’ve seen to the person behind you. I hope she’s wise.”

Crescent Moon froze, turning around and taking a few steps toward the door in a daze. Suddenly, she turned back and threw herself into Wisteria’s arms.

"..."

Silently observing the scene before her, Shiori quietly turned and left, then gently closed the door behind her.

Crescent Moon buried her face in Wisteria's arms, taking deep breaths. She narrowed her eyes, looking utterly blissful. "Brother's taste..."

she murmured contentedly.

Wisteria gently pulled her onto the bed. Crescent Moon seemed unresponsive, simply closing her eyes and savoring the blissful sensation coursing through her body.

Wisteria moved her face closer, and Crescent Moon didn't resist at all, instead meeting his kiss with her

small mouth. "Mmm... ooh..." Accompanied by the indistinct sounds from the girl's mouth, Wisteria kissed her forcefully, opening her lips with his tongue, then slipping his tongue inside, sucking and licking her warm, moist mouth. Crescent Moon was completely lost in ecstasy, her cheeks flushing crimson. Even after Wisteria removed his lips, her small, pink tongue seemed to greedily linger, clinging to the passionate kiss.

"Ha...ah..."

Crescent Moon gasped for breath, her large, watery eyes fixed on Wisteria's face, which was so close to hers.

"Senior Brother..."

As if they were back on their first night together, Crescent Moon blushed, her eyes filled with ecstasy.

"Do you know how heartbroken I was tonight?"

"Because I lied to you for so long?"

Hearing Wisteria's words, Crescent Moon's face showed a hint of unease and sorrow.

"It's because you're leaving..."

"Senior Brother..."

The other's answer left her completely at a loss.

Wisteria reached out and gently stroked Crescent Moon's cheeks, leaning closer to her again. Then, unexpectedly, he began to knead Crescent Moon's full breasts, the soft mounds swaying as he couldn't fully enclose them in his palm.

"Ah...um...Senior...Senior Brother..."

The familiar pleasure and tenderness made Crescent Moon's body tremble involuntarily.

"Remember to come back, you must come back."

As he said this, Wisteria increased the pressure of his caresses.

"Mmm...naughty..."

Crescent Moon let out intoxicating breaths under the gradually intensifying caresses, her warm, moist breath touching Wisteria's chest.

"If you dare not come back, I'll lead an army all the way there to bring you back."

Wisteria said, slipping his hand under the girl's skirt again. His fingers, through the thin fabric of her panties, stimulated the fleshy opening at the entrance of her honey pot, the electric-like sensation making Crescent Moon involuntarily twist her waist.

"Ah... Senior Brother... no... slower..."

Crescent Moon protested indistinctly, but Wisteria showed no sign of stopping. Her fingers traced the lines of the girl's honeypot, stimulating the budding flesh between the folds. Her fingertips lightly teased the engorged labia at the edge of the honeypot. With this increasingly deep teasing, Crescent Moon's body trembled with pleasure, and at the same time, a large amount of lustful fluid seemed to overflow endlessly from her wet and hot honeypot.

"Ah... ha... ah... Senior Brother's fingers... are inside, inside... inside."

Wisteria's hand continued its invasion, her fingers parting the two labia. The fullness of her fingertips made Crescent Moon's screaming body involuntarily tense up, and her fluffy fox tail swayed unconsciously.

"This is your punishment..."

Wisteria seized the swaying tail and pulled hard. Crescent Moon's petite body then did a clumsy somersault and flipped over, landing on the bed with a soft thud.

“Senior…Senior Brother…”

Crescent Moon’s cheeks flushed red, but she still knowingly patted her cute little bottom, while laying her tail flat on her back so as not to block Wisteria’s view.

Wisteria gently patted the girl’s bottom, while his other hand tugged at her panties.

“Ah…Ooh…”

The gentle patting, like a caress, made the girl’s body even more excited, her whole body trembling in rhythm with the patting.

Her panties were pulled down to her ankles, and her pink honey hole, now without its last protection, was completely exposed to Wisteria’s view. He couldn’t help but reach out and gently stroke it.

“I…I hate it…I’m so embarrassed…”

Even though she had been entangled with the man behind her countless times, being in such a shy position with him pointing at her most private parts still made Crescent Moon unable to help but exert a little force with her legs, shyly twisting her body. Even so, she still habitually did not resist Wisteria’s caresses at all, but instead squinted her eyes in ecstasy.

"Ah...bad..."

Crescent Moon let out another intoxicating moan, as Wisteria had already pressed its head against hers and begun to gently lick her honeypot with its tongue. Even worse, it soon forced its way inside, stirring violently.

"Hmm...no...it's a bit...too intense..."

Crescent Moon's face flushed, her hands too weak to support her body, leaving her limp and sprawling. This position made her buttocks appear even higher, and her equally limp legs unconsciously parted, stretching her honeypot open. With each movement of the invading tongue, a large amount of lustful fluid overflowed from the depths of her honeypot.

When Wisteria finally withdrew its tongue, Crescent Moon seemed to have no strength left even to moan, only rapid breathing.

“It’s coming…”

Zifang whispered softly in Yueya’er’s ear, then lifted her little bottom, unzipped his pants, and pulled out his long-awaited, hard penis. He then grabbed Yueya’er’s slender waist and pressed the tip of his penis against the entrance of her vagina. “Haaaaaah…”

Yueya’er’s breathing became increasingly rapid, her labia, tightly pressed against the penis, contracted violently, lewdly tempting the huge intruder. Her furry tail swayed gently, and even her anus eagerly contracted and relaxed.

“What a lewd little fox.”

Zifang chuckled, stroking Yueya’er’s furry triangular ears. “But today, your senior brother is punishing you, so the place to go isn’t here.”

He merely rubbed his penis against her vagina to get enough fluid, then slowly moved the tip of his penis to her anus, which was still contracting and throbbing with excitement.

"Is it okay? Give me my first time here before you leave?"

Although she said she would punish her by force, the leader, Wisteria, still asked cautiously.

"Mmm..."

the girl answered simply, nodding firmly. With permission, Wisteria began to thrust her hips, and her penis, lubricated by the girl's juices, broke through the tight entrance and slowly entered her body.

"Ah... ugh..."

The penis broke through the layers of folds, invading deeper and deeper into the girl's anus. Crescent Moon bit her lip tightly, trying her best to endure the intense pain from her anus. Before long, the ever-deepening penis had completely stretched open her anus.

"Ugh..."

Crescent Moon's face twisted in pain, her trembling body stiffened, and her furry tail swayed wildly from side to side.

Pressing her entire body against the girl's back, Wisteria thrust her penis all the way into Crescent Moon's anus, continuing until she could go no further.

"Ah!"

Crescent Moon cried out in pain, large tears streaming down her face like a burst dam.

"Are you alright?"

Hearing Crescent Moon's painful cry, Wisteria quickly stopped its thrusting and gently stroked the girl's head. The caress, as if loving a child, brought a smile to her face.

"Ah...ha...it's okay...it's just...a little...painful."

Even so, Crescent Moon still had a blissful expression on her face.

"Shall we continue?"

After letting her rest for a while, Wisteria asked tentatively.

Crescent Moon nodded vigorously, and with permission, he began to move again. With each thrust of his hips, the penis, tightly sucked by the fleshy walls of her anus, felt an unbearable, intense pleasure. Under the temptation of this stimulating, lustful pleasure, Wisteria couldn't help but swing his hips back and forth faster and faster.

"Ah...uh...inside...harder..."

The fox clan's innate licentious constitution began to take effect. Amidst the pain, Crescent Moon also experienced a violent tremor from the electric-like pleasure. Soon, she began to move her small waist in sync with Wisteria's repeated thrusting movements.

"Ah...Senior Brother's..."

Crescent Moon groaned, slightly closing her eyes as her anus tightened more and more.

"Hmm...Crescent Moon..."

Sweat dripped from Wisteria's body. He endured the thunderous pleasure, repeatedly thrusting his hips. The tail between them lightly scratched his sensitive abdominal skin with each movement, further exciting Wisteria. He called out the girl's name, desperately continuing to thrust his hips. The room was filled with the sounds of hips and buttocks colliding.

"Senior Brother! Senior...Senior Brother!"

Crescent Moon screamed as the walls of her anus contracted violently. At the same time, Wisteria felt a warm flow running down their thighs.

"Ugh..."

Although the liquid spraying on his legs was a warning that the girl was about to climax, the sudden, powerful contraction still made him frown. He tried to continue thrusting, but found it difficult to move—Crescent Moon's anus gripped his penis tightly as if it were a huge, inescapable hand.

"Crescent Moon... I... I'm going to come!"

He managed to thrust a dozen more times, but the intense friction made Wisteria feel that he couldn't hold back any longer.

"Shoot it out! Shoot it all out!"

Crescent Moon's muffled cries were filled with excited pleasure.

"Ah! Shoot it all out... shoot it inside me!"

The girl cried out excitedly, and with her intoxicated and excited voice, the semen that shot out from Wisteria's penis filled her passage.

After their passion subsided, neither of them uttered a word. They held each other tightly, their breaths still ragged. Zifeng remained awake, sensing that the person in his arms was also awake; their unspoken yet eerily synchronized understanding seemed to be waiting for the other to fall asleep first. Only when the sky began to lighten with the first light of dawn did Yueya gently emerge from his embrace.

She quietly dressed herself, then glanced back at Zifeng, who was still feigning sleep. Silently, she lowered her head and kissed him. The instant their lips touched, Zifeng felt a warm liquid fall on his face, a sensation that burned his heart.

When he finally opened his eyes, he was alone in the room. He strained to look out the open window, and a blurry, petite figure disappeared into the dawn's darkness, never to return.

Even though he could no longer see her, the wisteria still gazed on forlornly, its gaze slowly shifting back until it reached a solitary old tree facing the horizon where the figure had disappeared. That tree stood silently, as if bidding farewell to the departing person, or perhaps silently awaiting their return. He stared blankly, until finally, it seemed as if he saw himself standing there, as he had so many times before, forced to try and be strong again amidst suffering and sorrow, filled with anger, frustration, and even a touch of despair…

The door opened again, and the familiar scent of hair wafted in, but he remained motionless.

“Aren’t you going to see her off?”

Looking at his half-dead state, the red-haired girl sighed softly.

“No.”

Her voice was devoid of any emotion.

“How long do you plan to lie here?”

“Until I get up again, and no one can tell I was ever sad. I’ll lie here until then.”

The door opened again, and as it closed again, a “Fool…” slipped through the crack, a soft scolding tinged with a contradictory mix of grief and relief. She knew this man didn’t need her comfort, because he had grown accustomed to emerging from such gloom on his own.

Before long, it was mostly dawn. The drums and music of the military camp, summoning soldiers to rise for the morning, echoed near the camp. Zifang rose to the sound of the music.

Opening the door, he walked out, his steps heavy in the empty corridor, each sound like an earthquake shaking the floorboards, mournful and helpless.

"That guy..."

A girl with short green hair, emerging from another room, frowned as she watched the receding "earthquake maker." "What's he doing? Trying to shake the building to its foundations?"

"What is he venting..."

A pink-haired woman stood beside her, her gaze towards the departing figure flickering with pity. "What has this person gone through to bury everything inside like this?"

"A person? Is what you saw merely a person?"

Shiori's voice came from behind them.

“Miss…”

“What I saw was bloodshed, suffering, and tears,”

she said, her red eyes moistening as she looked at the retreating figure. “He is a man who emerged from a quagmire of hardships we have never experienced, or even can imagine. Therefore, nothing can defeat him.”

At dawn, Zifang and Shizhi rode their horses through the military camp, surrounded by busy soldiers. The most striking difference between this army, long stationed in the southwest, and other garrisons was the near absence of muskets and composite bows. Instead, they were equipped with large numbers of steel crossbows and recurve longbows. There was a reason for this: the southwest was covered in primeval forests, with a humid and rainy climate. In such an environment, muskets fired with matchlocks had only a 50% success rate, and the high moisture content made it very easy for the composite bow's mortise and tenon joints to come unglued. They

soon arrived near the central command tent, where a squad of Blood-Clad Guards with swords at their sides lined both sides of the road, led by Lan Hua.

"You've finally arrived. All the main officers of the Left and Right Leopard Guards are here."

Lan Hua's voice was unreadable, but the slightly resentful look in his eyes made Zi Teng panic. He barely dared to look at her a second time. As if he had done something wrong, he slunk off his horse and headed towards the main tent.

Shi Zhi, who was behind him, stopped after dismounting. Looking at the woman in front of her, her female intuition told her that she could clearly see the slight bitterness in the other woman's heart. "I'm sorry..."

she said softly.

"No..."

Lan Hua smiled with relief. "You are more worthy of him than I am."

Shi Zhi returned the smile and then quickly followed Zi Teng. The guards at the door had already drawn the curtain. "Vice Minister of War, General of Chariots and Cavalry, Grand Marshal of the Southwest Route Army, and Grand Commander of Yizhou, Young Marshal Zi Teng, has arrived!"

With a whoosh, the generals in the main tent stood up and saluted in unison. After that, apart from the sound of breathing and the footsteps of the two people entering, there was no other sound. Zifeng glanced around. There weren't many capable men in the main tent. As the garrison on the secondary defensive front, the Left and Right Leopard Guards each only numbered 25,000. Those who could enter this tent were at least generals, equivalent to fourth-rank officials in the capital. Yet, they all stood respectfully before Zifeng.

This wasn't out of fear or because he was a prince. Although Zifeng had never commanded these troops before, his reputation for victory was already well-known. A commander who could win battles often commanded respect across different armies.

Zifeng silently walked to his seat and sat down, gesturing for Shifang to sit beside him. He then gestured to the crowd, "Please be seated."

"Thank you, Young Commander!" came

the unanimous reply.

"You have all been stationed here for a long time, supporting Lingnan, so I think this gentleman needs no introduction."

After everyone was seated, Zifeng gestured to Shifang beside him.

"Your Highness!"

Everyone rose and bowed again, but the voice made Shiori feel uneasy. While there was respect, there was also a hint of ambiguity. Of course, this wasn't out of malice; it was simply because the two had been inseparable for days, even these roughnecks who only knew how to fight had figured it out—this princess was most likely the future wife of the young marshal.

The meeting quickly got to the point, and the first to speak wasn't a military general or Zifang, but an intelligence officer sent by Gongsun Shu from the Prince's Mansion. He concisely and systematically introduced the current situation near the battlefield and within the Southern Barbarian territory.

As Shiori listened, a vague sense of unease crept into her heart—the Xiling Royal Palace possessed a vast intelligence network spanning the entire continent; this was practically an open secret. Although no one knew how that network operated, judging from this person's description, its efficiency and accuracy were indeed astonishing.

After introducing the general situation within the Southern Barbarians, the topic quickly shifted to the issue that the generals were most concerned about: "Currently, the Barbarians have slightly fewer troops gathered on the opposite bank than we have, mainly consisting of King Juan's forces and several large tribes that supported him in the previous civil war, totaling over 30,000. In addition, there are some small tribes along the Sand River who are affiliated with them, but their forces are very limited, probably around 3,000 in total; the only variable is whether the tribes in the deeper regions will further gather their forces to join forces with the King."

At this point, the person paused strangely, and Shiori keenly noticed that the other person's eyes subtly glanced at her.

She immediately understood; this was a polite hint. If he were to speak further, it would directly imply that the Xiling Prince's intelligence network had already established control over Lingnan. Although this was true, it would be unwise to state it openly in her presence. Therefore, it would be more natural for her, the Princess of Lingnan, to explain.

"That's impossible,"

Shiori interjected, then, seeing the somewhat puzzled looks on everyone's faces, she smiled. "What's wrong? What kind of looks are those? You don't think we Lingnan people have done nothing during this great opportunity, do you? The Lingnan army has already assembled and is preparing to attack the heart of the Southern Barbarian lands from the flank. At that time, forget about providing support; those tribes will probably have to send people to the Barbarian King crying and begging for his life."

The generals were stunned again, then quickly relaxed. It seemed that the only option now was to fight a decisive battle against an enemy with a hidden disadvantage.

An optimistic atmosphere filled the entire tent, but Zifeng frowned. He stood up, and the surroundings suddenly fell silent.

"Gentlemen," said Zi Teng, "our goal should not be merely a victory. Indeed, as soldiers, our job is to fight, but our duty should be to end wars, not to revel in them. It is a disgrace for us soldiers that the people on the border have suffered from the ravages of war for so long because of us. This disgrace will not change because the cause of the continuous fighting is our incompetence, negligence, or even belligerence!"

After these words, many in the tent showed expressions of shame. Zi Teng continued without pausing, "I have only been here a short time, yet I have already seen everything clearly. You, who have been here for so long, should understand even more: on that primitive and wild land across the river, the people are fierce and unruly. If we cannot completely conquer them, then even if we eliminate the barbarian king's forces, it will be futile. Soon, a new tribe will rise to power and become the rulers of that land. Then, the border war will reignite, and everything we have done today will have been in vain!"

"Now is the time when the Southern Barbarians are at their weakest, and it is also our best opportunity. To completely conquer this land, to bring its mountain people under our rule, and to seek long-term peace and stability on the border—this should be the purpose of our war!"

Silence fell, a deathly silence, almost inaudible. Everyone stared wide-eyed at the one standing alone—in the past, whether garrison generals or commanders, their concerns were nothing more than the outcome of battles or the defense of the border. But this young commander before them was thinking of swallowing up the entire land across the river, turning it into the fourteenth province under the rule of the Western Ling Royal Palace!

“Besides, let’s not even talk about the barbarian troops on the other side and the 40,000 reward,”

Zifeng ignored the shocked crowd and slammed his palm heavily on the location of the sand river on the map, “but this sand river chasm is a huge challenge for us, so the battles to come will definitely not be easy!”

Just then, Lan Hua hurriedly entered the tent. Zifeng was startled, thinking there was some urgent military news again, but Lan Hua went straight to Shizhi’s side and whispered a few words in her ear. Shizhi frowned, stood up, apologized to everyone, and quickly walked out.

“What happened?”

Zifeng asked cautiously, but Lan Hua shrugged in response. Helpless, he could only get up and follow him out, followed by a series of ambiguous snickers from his subordinates.

Once outside the tent, he quickly saw Shizhi talking to someone wearing the insignia of the Lingnan army's rattan armor. When the two finished talking, he approached, “What’s wrong?”

“Zi…”

Shizhi seemed a little hesitant to speak, “I have to go back…”

“Huh?”

Zifeng was taken aback.

"My father personally led the troops on this expedition, and I'm to return to oversee the daily affairs of the palace."

"I see..."

"Uh... um... this humble official will take his leave first..."

An awkward silence fell between the two. The slow-witted Lingnan envoy looked around, seemingly finally understanding, and vanished in an instant.

However, the Blood-Clad Guards guarding the entrance to the large tent some distance away seemed not to have reacted yet, still looking over with some curiosity, until Lan Hua poked her head out of the tent and shouted, "What are you looking at? Haven't you ever seen your young marshal flirting with a girl before?"

Only then did everyone realize and scatter like birds.

Zifang looked embarrassed, while Shizhi blushed slightly. Both of them knew that although there was no one around on the surface, there were probably unseen eyes watching them everywhere.

"Zi... I... I'll wait for you..."

Shizhi stammered, her face flushed.

Although he knew there were many "curious eyes" around, looking at the cute, blushing face in front of him, he still couldn't help but pull Shifang into his arms and kiss her.

However, the atmosphere was quickly ruined.

"Is this what we're going to do next..."

"How could this be..."

"Yeah, don't joke around..."

"But, is this really the end..."

"This is so boring..."

Faint murmurs drifted from the direction of the main tent. Although they were faint, they were easily caught by the two who had cultivated for many years.

"I...I'm leaving..."

Shiori suddenly pushed away Zifeng and disappeared in an instant.

"Hmph hmph hmph..."

Zifeng was stunned for a long time, then suddenly let out a chilling laugh. He turned around and walked back to the main tent with a straight face. However, what he saw when he went in was a temporary exit that had been cut open at the back of the tent by swords or something. Everyone had already escaped inside...

Chapter Eight: During the time when the Southern Barbarian

Queen's army was gathering along the Shahe River, the scouts in the army frequently went out to conduct reconnaissance operations, mainly to find a suitable place to cross the river. However, the results of the reconnaissance were disheartening.

Due to the rainy season, the Shahe River's water level was extremely high. Even in the shallowest areas, only the large warhorses of armored cavalry could barely keep their heads above water. Coupled with the swift current, crossing the river without pontoon bridges or other equipment requiring considerable preparation and deployment was virtually impossible.

Meanwhile, the barbarians on the opposite bank clearly understood how to utilize this natural barrier. They deployed their main force near the only suitable shallow area for a large-scale crossing, and established abatis along the banks, maintaining a vigilant presence day and night. After reviewing the reconnaissance report, Zifeng quickly realized that any attempt to force a crossing would likely be tantamount to suicide.

Over the next two days, the unsuspecting soldiers were eager to try, but Zifeng, as their commander, was exhausted. The river, yellow and murky due to its silt content, was like the legendary Three Thousand Weak Waters, swallowing up all his painstakingly conceived tactical plans.

Bloodshot eyes from lack of sleep drowsily stared at the annoying river markers on the map, even seeing double images. Zi Teng got up, rubbed her eyes, and unconsciously sat on the bed. Soon, she was dozing off by the window.

Night deepened unnoticed. Lan Hua, having finished her final round of patrols, returned to her bedroom. Taking off her long leather boots, she entered the room, only to find a bathtub already prepared with half-full hot water, and even a faint floral fragrance emanating from the water—clearly, perfume had been added.

Lan Hua smiled enigmatically—even though this was the marshal's headquarters in the city, such extravagance was excessive by military standards. The most outrageous thing was that this wasn't her request; it was entirely arranged by the city officials themselves.

The reason was simple: everyone could see that the young marshal's relationship with her, his personal bodyguard captain, was unusual. Of course, it seemed the young marshal's wife was undoubtedly the princess, but this beautiful bodyguard captain had a good chance of becoming a concubine, and such a potential asset naturally deserved an investment.

Despite being disgusted by these people's intentions, Lan Hua couldn't just throw the water away, could she?

She thought for a moment, then locked the door.

Skillfully unbuckled her belt, and her red lizard-skin short-sleeved armor fell to the ground. She then unfastened the straps securing her armor, and the plates detached from her body with each movement. Removing the cotton lining and underwear underneath to prevent chafing, her slender and shapely figure was fully revealed.

"Hmm..."

She lifted her long legs and stepped into the bathtub, slowly sinking into the fragrant water. The warm water gently stimulated her tired skin, and Lan Hua let out a soft moan. Coming back from the tingling sensation, she turned her head to look at the window of the small building where Zi Teng lived. Through the paper window, she could vaguely see the light still on there.

"It's midnight again, the third day..."

she thought worriedly. She quickly finished washing, changed into a bathrobe, and went to the building.

"Who goes there!"

Footsteps echoed loudly in the corridor late at night. The two guards at the entrance of the small building turned around warily, but when they saw who it was, they froze. "You...you...you...are..."

One of them opened his mouth in disbelief, stammering out the two words that were on the tip of his tongue, "General...General..."

"What? Can't you recognize me after changing my clothes?"

Lan Hua asked, feeling a little displeased. But when she glanced at her reflection in the pond by the corridor, she couldn't help but laugh. Indeed, she couldn't blame her subordinates for not recognizing her. Dressed in pajamas, with her hair down, and without her usual serious expression, she looked like a different person.

However, since she had already scolded them, she had to find a way to change the subject. "Look at you all, you're stunned by a beautiful woman? What if I were an assassin?"

Although she said this, her face was still full of smiles.

"Yes...yes..."

Seeing his expression, the guards knew that she wasn't really angry, and they relaxed.

"Young Marshal, haven't you rested yet?"

she continued.

"The lights have been on the whole time, and as for rest..."

The guard looked hesitant. "You know the young marshal's temper; when he's thinking, how dare we go in?"

"Is that so? Then I'll go in and take a look."

With that, she pushed open the door and went inside.

The door closed, and outside returned to calm. The two guards continued to stand. A cold evening breeze blew in, and the one who hadn't spoken before shivered, as if he had thought of something. "You mean... we're just going to stand here like this?"

"Nonsense... do you expect to lie down instead of standing?"

His colleague next to him clearly hadn't caught the implication in his words and asked in bewilderment.

"I mean, are we just going to stand here and wait for the general to come out?"

"Of course, otherwise what do you want..."

The other person's strange tone finally made him somewhat understand that there was something more to it, "No... what exactly do you want to say?"

"I want to say... we all know what kind of relationship the general and the young marshal have. If she goes in like this, it's definitely going to be something else. If she comes out and finds that the two of us have been standing so close, wouldn't she kill us?" "

This..."

He then realized the seriousness of the problem. After thinking for a while, he suggested, "How about... we go and patrol somewhere else?"

"Let's go..."

The two disappeared in a flash.

Lan Hua quietly entered the room. As soon as he entered, he heard a low snore. Looking in the direction of the sound, he saw Zi Teng lying half-asleep on the soft cushion at the head of the bed, fully clothed. He was obviously asleep. His tired breathing and faint dark circles under his eyes showed that this was probably one of the few times he had slept in recent days.

"What a guy who doesn't know how to take care of himself..."

Lan Hua shook his head with some heartache and went forward to lift Zi Teng's upper body to make him lie flat.

The weight of the wisteria made her movements noticeably difficult. "This brat, how can he be so heavy? I didn't feel his weight when he was on top of me... Ugh..."

This thought inexplicably made Lan Hua blush, and she stumbled, falling onto the bed. The wisteria's head landed right on her thigh.

"Ugh..."

Although it was on her thigh, because of the position when she fell, the wisteria's face was directly between Lan Hua's legs under the bathtub. The stimulation of the warm, soft breath made her suddenly realize that she was actually naked under the bathtub. "No wonder those two bastards at the door were staring so intently. I'll definitely send them to the assassin camp later..."

she thought to herself.

However, a stronger stimulation soon interrupted her thoughts—although he was asleep, the wisteria was anything but still. He, who had been lying on his side, suddenly rolled over, wrapped his arms around Lan Hua's waist, and then buried his head in her chest, gently rubbing it between her lower abdomen and legs.

"Honestly... how can you be so lewd even when you're asleep..."

Lan Hua was both amused and exasperated. To stop his restless movements, and perhaps with a hint of a sister punishing her mischievous brother, she gently held Zi Teng's fidgeting head.

"Mmm... ugh..."

The faint feeling of suffocation woke Zi Teng. "Lan... Sister Lan Hua..."

He looked up and met Lan Hua's blushing face and her slightly dazed eyes, which he had teased. Zi Teng roughly understood what had just happened and felt a little embarrassed. "Um... you're so beautiful..."

he awkwardly changed the subject.

"You're really not good at fooling girls."

Lan Hua replied irritably.

"Who said that? Didn't I already fool you, sister?"

Since things had come to this, Zi Teng decided to go all the way. Suddenly, he flipped over and pinned Lan Hua, who was sitting up, down on the bed. He tightly locked her legs, which she couldn't close in time, and buried his head under the hem of her bathrobe.

"Not wearing anything?"

The view beneath the skirt caught Zifang's eye. Between her long, straight legs, beneath the brown pubic hair glistening with moisture, her pink vulva parted slightly, teased by his breath, occasionally squeezing out a few drops of warm fluid. "Then I won't be polite!"

He leaned in and gently kissed her throbbing vulva.

"Ah..."

The moment his lips touched Lan Hua's honeyed spot, her body trembled involuntarily. She tried to close her legs to push Zi Teng's head away, but her efforts were thwarted by his strong hands. "How...how could I kiss such a place..."

she protested breathlessly.

"Why not?"

Zi Teng didn't even look up. "Not only do I want to kiss you, I also want to..."

As he spoke, he extended his tongue and gently licked the trembling crevice, then tentatively probed deeper inside.

"Ah...no...don't..."

Although she said this, Lan Hua's body had already instinctively sided with her desires. Instead of resisting, she gently pressed Zi Teng's head between her legs with both hands.

"Lan Hua's body...is very obedient..."

Zi Teng laughed, as he untied the belt of her nightgown, parted the top along her smooth skin, and groped for her delicate breasts. Feeling the nipples harden in his palms, he mischievously pinched them lightly.

"Ah..."

Lan Hua's body trembled as if electrocuted. "You little rascal,"

she seemed to be recovering from her lust, sitting up slightly and pulling Zi Teng's head out from between her legs. "Stop messing around... hurry up... come in..."

Turning her blushing face away, Lan Hua spread her legs as wide as possible, her wet brown pubic hair shimmering alluringly in the dim light.

"So beautiful..."

Zi Teng slowly got up, gently grasping his penis, skillfully pressing it against her slightly open vulva. He slowly thrust his hips, the tip of his penis slowly breaking through the barrier.

"Ugh..."

"Mmm..."

Both of them let out slightly uncomfortable moans. Because no one had visited for a long time, Lan Hua's vulva was tight from the entrance, and the deeper she went, the tighter it became, eventually giving Zi Teng a feeling similar to losing her virginity.

"Oh...um...no...wait...I..."

As the penis reached its full depth, Lan Hua couldn't help but tilt her head back and gasp for breath. Her hands tightly hugged Zi Teng's body pressed against hers, trembling as if hesitant. Her lower body's honey hole also convulsed rhythmically, gushing out a large amount of warm fluid representing orgasm.

"I...I'm sorry..."

Lan Hua gasped, but as if she had done something wrong, she turned her head away, not daring to meet Zi Teng's gaze. "It's been...too long...so...all at once..."

she explained, but clearly didn't know what words to use.

“Silly boy…”

Zi Teng gently straightened her face and tenderly kissed her lips, which were still breathing heavily. “I’m the one who should apologize, for neglecting you for so long…”

“You’re the silly boy…”

Lan Hua laughed and patted his cheek. “What kind of sister would blame her younger brother? Let’s continue,”

she whispered in Zi Teng’s ear, “You can cum inside today.”

Zi Teng responded by kissing her earlobe, then slowly slid to her side, his penis remaining inside her vagina throughout. He then lifted one of Lan Hua’s legs, half-turned, and gently moved his hips, causing his penis to move slightly inside her vagina. Xiahou Qin had taught him: this position allowed for shallow penetration, best suited for the overly sensitive vaginal walls after an orgasm.

Before long, his gentle care paid off; Lan Hua gradually responded actively, her buttocks moving rhythmically, her slightly open mouth emitting dreamlike moans with his thrusts. Seeing that the other party seemed to have recovered, Zifeng adjusted her position and leaned close to Lanhua's ear, "Is it okay?"

"Mmm..."

Lanhua, still dazed, gave a vague answer that seemed to be an affirmation. After several days of pent-up desire, Zifeng was already at her wit's end. Having received permission, she naturally didn't hold back. She pulled one of Lanhua's legs up to her shoulder and immediately began an attack unlike any before. Each thrust swayed as she plunged into the narrowest part of the hole, then forcefully rotated as she withdrew. "Ah!... Good... No... Not there... Wait..."

Caught off guard by Zifeng's sudden and fierce onslaught, Lanhua screamed wildly, her ten fingers digging deep into the sheets. Her head was tilted back, her long, brown hair, damp from her shower, clung to her flushed skin. At first, she was begging for mercy, but gradually all that remained were weak moans.

Clearly sensing that her body couldn't hold on much longer, Zifeng began to thrust harder, increasing the speed and force of his strokes. He no longer cared about technique or endurance; he simply moved in and out with wide, sweeping strokes. The powerful force caused Lan Hua's limp body to undulate involuntarily…

With another forceful thrust, Zifeng felt the tip of his penis seemingly break through some barrier and suddenly plunge into a hollow cavity. With this thrust, Lan Hua suddenly screamed, her exhausted body tensing violently. The walls of her vagina contracted even more fiercely, locking the invading penis tightly like a keyhole holding a key.

"Ugh..."

The intense contractions and friction sent a jolt through Zi Teng's body. He felt stars flash before his eyes, and a tingling sensation shot through his lower body, causing him to tremble. The semen that had been building up for days burst forth like a flood...

As the first rays of dawn appeared on the horizon, Zi Teng got up and carefully covered the still-sleeping Lan Hua with the thin blanket. He went to the window, breathing in the fresh air, feeling exceptionally good. Yes, the restlessness and unease of the past two or three days, the awful feeling that prevented him from concentrating on anything, had disappeared. "Looks like I really am a born lecher,"

he thought, recalling how he often experienced this unpleasant feeling on the battlefield when he was without a woman by his side. He looked out the window at the land covered by the primeval forest in the distance—the land he had decided to conquer completely. Suddenly, a seemingly meaningless question came to mind: the court's order was merely to completely defeat the barbarians, so why was he so determined to firmly occupy this place?

Oh... Jinzi, that's the answer. Yes, he had made up his mind the moment he learned from the surrendered tribal chief that the Barbarian King's territory contained rich mineral resources, especially a huge gold mine. He

needed both metal ores for forging weapons and gold, a symbol of wealth. He understood that a violent conflict between himself and his stepson was inevitable, perhaps after their father's death, or perhaps when their father lost control—who knew?

To protect himself and those around him in such a time, he needed an army. Yes, he appeared to have an army now, and both the army he commanded now and the army he had commanded before, from soldiers to generals, loved him dearly. But he knew perfectly well that it wasn't truly his army.

And now, he was secretly, or perhaps already openly, building his own army: an army with the best recruits—orcs; receiving the best training—the professional military training of Lysas; but he needed to purchase equipment and pay for training—even with his mother and uncle's intervention, the Lysas Senate and Council wouldn't allow him to live on credit forever. He also needs to pay these soldiers and solve their supply problems in the future, all of which require money. So controlling this gold mine is the real reason why he wants to completely conquer this land.

But how to completely conquer this place? First, the main barbarian force on the other side must be defeated. And then what? A puppet is necessary. So who should be chosen? There is a young woman somewhere near this military camp. If he makes her queen again, she will surely repay him. Yes, she seems like a good candidate.

But a powerless woman is not enough. She needs a military force to help her rule on her behalf. This army must have enough strength to subdue the tribes large and small, but it must also be firmly controlled by him.

Looking down at the time, half a year has passed since the lion tribe was settled. It's time to check the results of the training of the Lisas people.

"Why didn't you sleep a little longer?"

Lan Hua's gentle arms wrapped around his shoulders from behind. He opened his arms and embraced her fragrant, smooth body. He lowered his head and gently licked the sensitive earlobe between her hairlines.

"Mmm..."

Lan Hua groaned softly, "You little rascal, you're not behaving yourself first thing in the morning..."

But such meaningless reproach obviously could not make her reflect on her actions.

“Morning exercise is good for your health, Sister Lanhua,”

Zifeng said, reaching out to untie the ribbon at the waist of Lanhua’s pajamas.

“What kind of exercise is this?”

Lanhua was both amused and exasperated, but she let him untie her pajamas.

“Of course it is, and it’s quite a workout. Didn’t we sweat a lot last night?”

Zifeng said, turning her body to face him, kissing her lips, and gently pressing her body against the wall near the window. Using his lower body to hold Lanhua in place, Zifeng’s hands were already on her breasts, his fingers gently and rhythmically pinching the soft flesh of her breasts, while his palms gently rotated and caressed the nipples in the center of her breasts, making them gradually harden.

“So cute,”

Zifeng removed one hand, lowered his head, and carefully examined the grape-like protruding nipples and the round areolas around them. He couldn’t help but say this, then opened his mouth and took one of her nipples into his mouth, gently sucking on it.

"Ah...no...I hate it..."

Lan Hua protested weakly, her hands instead pulling Zi Teng's head closer to her breasts.

While continuing to suckle, Zi Teng freed one hand and moved it between Lan Hua's legs. Lan Hua had practiced martial arts since childhood, making her quite muscular, especially her legs. Although not as hard as a man's, the muscles were more resilient than most women's. Her fingers traced across her somewhat lacking-muscle abdomen, then her firm thighs, before slipping through the fuzzy "grass" between her legs and gently stroking the opening of her vulva.

"Mmm...bad..."

Lan Hua's long, beautiful legs trembled slightly with the movement of her fingers, and her vulva slowly opened.

Seeing that the time was right, Zi Teng quickly inserted his fingers. As his fingers gently rotated and hooked, Lan Hua couldn't help but twist her waist, protesting uncomfortably, "Ugh...you pervert...take it out..."

Knowing that the woman in front of him was cold and handsome on the outside but extremely shy on the inside, Zi Teng didn't want to force her. However, when he withdrew his fingers, he still did something "tricky," not only moving extremely slowly but also constantly rotating and stimulating the flesh walls along the way. Lan Hua was made to pant softly, and her face turned bright red.

Zi Teng didn't intend to let her go so easily. As soon as he withdrew his fingers, he forcefully lifted one of her legs to his waist, gently kissing her lips, cheeks, and earlobes while pressing the tip of his penis against her honey hole, which was completely exposed due to the position, and rubbing it restlessly.

After the previous exertions, Lan Hua's vagina was already full of lustful fluids, and the friction and teasing of the penis quickly made her lose control. Instinctively, she twisted her buttocks to meet his thrusts, panting and moaning, "No...don't do this anymore...quick...give it to me..."

Zi Teng smiled slightly, naturally happy to comply. With a forceful thrust, his penis slid in smoothly.

"Ah..."

A sudden feeling of fullness filled her lower body, and Lan Hua couldn't help but tilt her head back and let out a satisfied sound. Her limbs tightly wrapped around Zi Teng, hanging on him like a koala on a tree trunk.

Zi Teng used her buttocks against the wall as a fulcrum to thrust, while leaning close to her ear and asking, "Is it comfortable?"

Lan Hua closed her eyes slightly, tilting her head back to avoid the ticklish heat from his deliberately breathy breath, "Ugh...don't ask strange questions..."

Seeing her enjoyment and shyness, Zi Teng smiled, and then gradually increased the amplitude and speed of his thrusts. Before long, Lan Hua was already letting out lewd moans.

"Ah...so deep...mmm...ooh...gently...ah, no...deeper..."

The sound acted like an aphrodisiac, arousing Zifeng. He moved his hands, which had been supporting Lanhua's legs, forward, cupping her firm buttocks. With a combined effort of his arms and lower body, each thrust of his penis pierced Lanhua's core, the force causing her body to tremble rhythmically as if electrocuted.

Zifeng thrust even harder, rubbing his penis back and forth within Lanhua's honeyed depths. He felt the walls of her vagina tighten around his penis, and a tingling sensation began to travel from his penis up his spine, as if anticipating the prelude to orgasm. He thrust forward, "Oh...ah!"

Under Zifeng's final, charge-like thrust, Lanhua was overwhelmed by her own orgasm, the urge to scream wildly causing her to cling to Zifeng's neck. Her lower body gripped the thick, hard penis tightly, her cervix sucking forcefully at the large glans. A torrent of vaginal fluid flowed out, drenching Zi Teng's penis. Stimulated by this multiple stimulation, Zi Teng also ejaculated. The scalding semen made Lan Hua's eyes roll back. Her vagina contracted desperately, squeezing out the last drop of Zi Teng's semen, yet still showing no intention of releasing his penis. ( Chapter 9,

11-20) After the passion subsided, Zi Teng still didn't withdraw from Lan Hua's body, but continued to hold her tightly. "Sister Lan Hua, I'm afraid you'll have to make a trip. I don't trust anyone else to do this." He took a deep breath of the fragrance of her hair and said. "Where to?" Lan Hua looked up and kissed his face, asking. "Do you remember the land I bought to settle the orcs?"... At dawn, the north gate of Shanyang City opened wide, and a rider galloped out. Zi Teng stood on the city wall, watching Lan Hua on horseback gradually disappear into the distance, a feeling of melancholy rising in his heart. Sigh… He was alone again. Unconsciously, he thought of the girl who should be waiting for him in Lingnan and his promise. He resolved to end the war here as soon as possible… Soon, as the sun rose, Shanyang City became noisy—Ziteng suddenly ordered the main army to march towards the Shahe River, while he himself led a vanguard of cavalry. By the time they reached the Shahe River, the sun was high in the sky. Leaving most of the cavalry at the camp previously set up by the advance troops, Ziteng, along with some guards and several officers who had been stationed along the river for some time and familiarized themselves with the terrain, began to survey the river. The results were as disheartening as before, until a rather large island in the river came into view. Although the river between the eastern bank and the island was equally swift and deep, the island was densely forested, completely obscuring the view of the opposite bank. With proper preparation and swift action, it wasn't impossible to build a pontoon bridge to the island without the enemy noticing. “What are the hydrological conditions on the other side of the island?” Ziteng asked an officer who had been stationed nearby.

“According to the testimonies of nearby tribal leaders and residents, and the results of our nighttime reconnaissance, due to siltation, the water flow on the other side of the island is slightly slower than on this side, and the water is not very deep. It is a little difficult for infantry to wade across, but cavalry should be able to cross on horseback without any problem, except…”

“except what?”

“Except that there is a barbarian army stationed on the island.”

“Sent by the barbarians on the other side?”

The breakthrough that had just begun to show almost vanished in an instant, and Zifang couldn’t help but frown.

"It shouldn't be."

"What do you mean?"

"At first, I also thought it was a force sent by the barbarians on the other side, but later, during nighttime reconnaissance, I discovered something very strange."

The officer replied, "The barbarians on the island have sent out surveillance posts and defensive forces in both the east and west directions. The strangest thing is that the barbarians on the other side seem to be monitoring the situation on the island as well. I also asked the chief of a nearby tribe about this, but he seemed hesitant and was always vague." "

Is that so..."

Zifang seemed thoughtful. He quickly recalled the previous incident about the internal strife among the barbarians, "Could it be..."

After thinking for a moment, he turned back to ask the officer, "Which tribe did you inquire about?"

"The Black Wolf tribe. Their settlement is not far away."

The officer replied.

"Lead the way."

At this moment, in an inconspicuous hut in the Black Wolf tribe's settlement, the tribal chief, High Priest Yahan, was talking to a person completely wrapped in a black cloak.

“Yinhua, you’d better leave here quickly. The hunters sent word this morning that the Yanhuang army has already left the city and is marching here.”

“Where can I go, Uncle Yahan?”

A helpless female voice came from inside the cloak. “Back to the island? Where is it safer than here?”

“But…”

Yahan wanted to say something, but was interrupted by a voice outside the door.

“Great Wizard, a troop of Yanhuang cavalry has arrived, and one of them, who is said to be the army commander, wants to see you.”

“Ah?”

Yahan was shocked, but quickly calmed himself down. “I’ll go deal with him. You must not leave this room,”

he instructed before leaving the room.

Yahan rushed to the main room where the chief divined and presided over tribal affairs. He saw Zifeng already sitting inside, with several guards standing with their hands on their swords. He looked at Zifeng, then at the situation, and was stunned—from the difference in their posture, it was clear that the young man in the middle was undoubtedly the army commander, but he couldn’t reconcile this boy, who was probably not even as old as his own son, with the commander of thousands of troops.

Seeing the old wizard's expression, Zi Teng probably knew what he was thinking. She got up, walked over to him, took out her official document, and handed it to him. The document opened, revealing two lines of text: "Marshal, First Rank, Upper Grade." Ya Han was shocked and quickly knelt down to pay his respects. "A foreigner greets the Grand Marshal of the Celestial Empire."

"Please rise, sir."

Zi Teng stepped forward to help him up, but this only made Ya Han more apprehensive. Zi Teng still insisted on helping him up. "We Chinese value filial piety above all else. As the sage said, 'Regardless of rank, elders come first.'" "That makes sense.

" "Thank you, Grand Marshal. "

"Sir, I've come here for no other reason than to inquire about something. Is there an island in the Shahe River?"

"Yes..."

The word "island" had barely left Ya Han's lips when he trembled, but he still feigned composure and replied, "We locals call it Shazhou."

"Hmm, there's an army stationed on Shazhou now. Do you know their origins?"

"I...I don't know..."

Ya Han trembled again, his answer somewhat unnatural.

"You really don't know?"

Wisteria looked directly into his eyes.

"I...I really don't know..."

"You may leave now."

Wisteria didn't press further, but dismissed the guards in the room. Then, looking again at Yahan's evasive eyes, she said, "Since the old man has difficulties and doesn't want to talk about it, I won't force him. From now on, I will speak. You only need to answer yes or no." "

Then the army on the island, is it the army of that queen who lost power in the civil war? Is it?"

After a pause, Wisteria asked directly.

"Ah?"

This question completely shattered Yahan's psychological defenses. He couldn't help but take two steps back, asking in a trembling voice, "You...how do you know..."

"It's very simple...analysis."

Wisteria answered easily.

"Analyze...?"

"Yes. Actually, it's not that difficult. My scouts reported that the island's army has sent out sentries and defense forces in both directions, and the other side is also monitoring them. Now that the civil war is over, the tribes on the west bank have all submitted to the new king, and since our army's advance, all the tribes on the east bank, including you, have surrendered. Under these circumstances, who could be the one needing to keep watch on both sides of the strait?"

Wisteria smiled, "Naturally, it's that former queen who was being hunted by the new king and hadn't surrendered to our army."

Wisteria paused for a moment to allow Yahan to recover from his shock and confusion, and then continued, "As far as I know, that queen seems to be related to Jin."

"Yes..."

Yahan answered truthfully, "I am a distant relative of the late king. By seniority, she should call me uncle."

“Since that’s understandable, I won’t force you. Just please pass on a message: I’ll be camping near your camp tonight. She has what I need, and I have what she needs. In that case, why don’t we invite her to my camp so we can discuss things?”

After seeing Zifeng and her party off, Yahan rushed back to the shed. Before he could catch his breath, he said, “It’s over, he knows everything.”

“Is that so…”

Yinhua remained calm. “I knew this would happen sooner or later. What else did he say?”

Yahan repeated Zifeng’s words and then said, “Girl, you’d better think it through. If you go, I can’t guarantee your safety at all.”

“Don’t worry, I’m very useful to him. He won’t do anything to me. Please help me prepare, Uncle,”

she whispered in Yahan’s ear, “Tonight…”

The night was past midnight, and Zifeng was still sitting in her tent waiting for something, absentmindedly flipping through military books while keeping an eye on the movements outside.

“Who’s there?”

It was the voice of the guard at the door.

“The envoy from the Black Wolf Tribe, the High Priest has a gift for the Grand Marshal,”

a voice replied.

“What’s wrapped in the blanket? We need to check.”

“No need, have them bring it in,”

Wisteria shouted.

“But… alright, carry it in.”

Although they knew it was against protocol, the guards dared not question her further once Wisteria spoke.

The tent flap opened, and two tall barbarians entered, setting down the rolled-up blanket they had been carrying before retreating.

“Hmph…”

Seeing the slightly twitching blanket, Zifeng smiled, casually pulled out a talisman and tossed it towards the tent flap. A faint golden light enveloped the entire bedchamber. He then walked to the blanket and said, "Isn't it stuffy rolling around in here, Your Majesty?"

With a roll, the blanket opened completely, revealing a naked woman lying inside. She slowly stood up, staring at him with alluring eyes.

Zifeng sized up this woman who was clearly trying to seduce him: she was very tall, and among the women he remembered, only Li Xingyu could rival her in this respect; her smooth skin gave her a healthy and voluptuous figure, somewhat reminding him of the Lioness Rosa; her proud, mountain-like breasts and large, pert buttocks exuded a primal attraction; her long, silvery hair and skin adorned with blue totem patterns radiated a wild charm. Although she couldn't compare to many of the women around him in terms of pure beauty, her wild and primal aura was quite captivating.

"Queen of the Southern Barbarians, or perhaps I should address you as Your Highness the Former Queen? Lady Yinhua."

Retracting her admiring gaze, Zifang asked politely.

"Why add that jarring qualifier, Your Excellency Marshal? Oh, right, what we're going to discuss tonight is probably how to remove that 'former,' isn't it?"

Yinhua smoothed her hair, deliberately swaying her hips to create alluring ripples on her voluptuous body.

"That's certainly a good topic for discussion,"

Zifang said, feigning indifference as she sat on the edge of the bed. "However, whether we can remove that word depends on whether you have any leverage to convince me. I do need a puppet, but as long as the puppet is obedient, whether it's beautiful and sexy isn't important."

"Leverage..."

Yinhua walked over seductively. "First, I control your ideal river-crossing route; second, I have a reward that no one else can give you."

With that, she plopped down in Zifang's lap.

"Oh? What is it?"

Zifang feigned ignorance, casually wrapping one arm around Yinhua's soft waist while the other hand already caressed her large breasts. "This beautiful body? But perhaps tomorrow other aspiring kings will send me even more gifts like this. Sometimes, quantity is more important than quality."

"This is certainly part of the bargaining chip, but it's just a bonus."

"Oh? In that case, I'm quite interested to hear the full bargaining chip."

As Zifang spoke, her hand, which was wrapped around Yinhua's waist, slid down her thighs and reached between her legs.

"Your child will be the future King of the South!"

"Oh?"

Zi Teng was startled, his thoughts somewhat disrupted. To conceal his shock, he consciously continued his actions, his hand, which had crossed Yin Hua's shoulder, forcefully grasping one of her full breasts. Somewhat unexpectedly, the flesh in his hand wasn't as supple as he had imagined; instead, it felt soft and smooth to the touch. Given its large size, there wasn't enough space in his palm, and as he rubbed it, bits of flesh

occasionally peeked out from between his fingers. His other hand had already slid down her lower abdomen and thighs to Yin Hua's crotch. His fingers touched a completely hairless area. Overjoyed, he slid his fingertips across the hairless cleft, causing Yin Hua's body to tremble slightly. Soon, the cleft was wet inside and out.

"Ugh..."

Yinhua moaned softly, her breast, which wasn't being held by Ziteng, trembling with her body. "How can we talk like this..."

she said, while shifting her waist and buttocks, rubbing and stimulating Ziteng's lower body.

"Didn't you start it yourself?"

Ziteng continued his actions, trying to organize his thoughts, but the awkward, half-hearted pleasure from his already erect penis rubbing against her soft, plump buttocks through his pants made it difficult for him to concentrate.

"Then I'll have to figure out a solution."

Yinhua smiled seductively, then got up, escaped Ziteng's hands, turned around, knelt between his legs, and deftly unzipped his pants.

"My God!"

The size of his penis, which practically sprang from between his legs after being freed, truly surprised her. "Even those big Westerners in the radar mercenaries are only this big!"

She reached out and gently grasped it, truly feeling its size, hardness, and heat, and exclaimed in admiration.

Lowering her head, she extended her tongue, licking and coating the penis from top to bottom with saliva. The gentle movements and just-right stimulation made Zifeng breathe out in enjoyment, but the pleasure brought by this attentive service actually cleared his mind.

After licking back and forth, Yinhua cupped her breasts with both hands and buried the penis between them, slowly moving it up and down. At the same time, she tilted her head back, looking at Zifeng with a lewd and seductive expression. "This way, we can talk without getting in the way, right?"

"Very good."

Zifeng reached out and stroked her face. The lubrication of the saliva made the penis slide smoothly between her breasts. The soft and warm flesh made him feel as if his penis was rubbing between two warm water bags, a feeling of unparalleled comfort.

Although these breasts appeared similar to Rosa's at first glance, their textures were almost the opposite of Rosa's, representing the extremes of softness and firmness. The thought of having both of them kneel side-by-side beneath him, taking turns enjoying the pleasure of two such contrasting pairs of breasts, was a true delight. Wisteria pondered the tingling sensation of his penis rubbing against her breasts.

"So, what do you think of my suggestion?"

Seeing the growing enjoyment on Wisteria's face, Silver Flower seized the opportunity to ask.

"It's tempting, both in terms of the outcome and the process. It's just a child of foreign blood becoming king. Even if he has a queen mother, according to the customs and traditions of your land, it's probably not something that can be recognized by the various tribes,"

Wisteria countered sharply, not truly swayed or confused.

“You’ve really thought this through from every angle,”

Yinhua said, seemingly prepared for this question. “But don’t worry, no one but the two of us will know that you’re the father of this child. Everyone will think the child is my damned brother and husband.”

“Oh? What do you mean?”

“That bastard and I were husband and wife for a few days, everyone knows that, but what no one knows is that he didn’t even get into my bed.”

Yinhua explained with a smug smile. “Combining the fact that one person knows and the fact that one doesn’t, the fact that I’m carrying his child makes perfect sense. Even if a few people know about his shameful deeds, once we’ve conquered the other side, whether it’s making them unable to speak or afraid to speak, it’ll be a piece of cake for you, right?”

“It sounds flawless, but haven’t you overlooked something?”

After a moment’s thought, Zifeng asked back, “Ten months of pregnancy is a basic biological cycle, and from the time you left him until now, it’s been at least three months. Even premature birth wouldn’t be like this, would it?”

“That’s not a problem at all. The women in our family have always been clan shamans, and they’ve always had the skill to concoct all sorts of wondrous potions. One of them can make a fetus develop rapidly, let alone seven months. As long as the dosage is right, I think I could give birth in five months.” “Is there really such a thing?”

I had already heard that the southern barbarians were good at making all sorts of strange potions, but to say that it could have such an effect, I really didn’t believe it.

“You don’t believe me?”

Yinhua stood up and asked with a smile, then turned around and took out a leather bag from the blanket she had been wrapped in. She picked out a small ivory bottle from it with two fingers. "Then I'll use this to give you a good time, so you can know how miraculous my medicine is."

After saying that, she pulled out the stopper and tilted her head back to drink it down.

"Hmm..."

After a brief moment of discomfort, Yinhua took a few deep breaths, as if adjusting herself. After confirming that everything was alright, she went over and pulled Zifeng off the bed, then lay back on top of him with her head facing his erect penis. "Come on, don't tell me you've never had a woman's mouth before."

Zifeng was stunned. Oral sex was indeed something he was very familiar with, but in this position, was he going to have it inserted all the way down to his throat? Among the women he had been with, it seemed that only Xiahou Qin, a "professional," could do such an action, but even that should be within the scope of what humans could do. He really couldn't see what was so magical about the potion.

Without understanding why, he inserted his penis into Yinhua's mouth, pushing it forward along her wet tongue until it reached the back of her throat. Everything seemed normal. However, just as the tip of his penis was about to embed itself in her throat, a powerful suction suddenly came from her throat. Almost instantly, her mouth felt like it had been vacuumed, and his penis was tightly sucked between the soft flesh of her throat and mouth. With the seemingly endless vortex of vacuum in her throat, saliva and the folds of her skin rubbed and slid rapidly around his penis, sending waves of intense pleasure, like being electrocuted, shooting up his spine.

"Ugh...this...too..."

Zifeng was so overwhelmed with pleasure that she could barely speak. She gripped the pair of breasts in front of her, which swayed with the flow of energy within Yinhua's body, and made short, quick backward movements with her lower body, increasing the friction against the flow of energy, trying her best to suppress the urge to ejaculate.

"No..."

But soon he realized that endurance was completely futile. Waves of pleasure surged one after another, eventually merging into an incredibly intense wave of pleasure that completely overwhelmed him.

"Ugh..."

Suddenly feeling a large amount of hot liquid rush into her throat, Yinhua's body almost jumped. Her eyes widened like light bulbs due to the sudden pressure in her digestive tract. She desperately pushed Zifeng away with both hands, then rolled over, coughing violently with her head facing off the bed.

"Oh my god..."

It took her a long time to recover, her moans becoming somewhat distorted. "It already lasted longer than I imagined, and then so much came out all at once."

She breathed heavily, still somewhat frightened.

"What is this?"

Zifeng sat down beside her, gently patting her back to help her catch her breath, and asked.

"The prototype of that drug is an underwater breathing agent that can enhance a person's ability to breathe and store air," Yinhua sat up, letting Ziteng pull her into his arms and grope her. "Of course, I made a little modification, so that's the effect you just experienced. But it's a pity..." She wiped the semen from her lips and put it in her mouth, "What a waste, this raw material for making a child."

"Don't worry, we have plenty of time to make a child, and besides, if you're really in a hurry,"

Despite having just ejaculated, the stimulation from the sexy body in her arms, especially Yinhua's lewd actions of licking the semen, quickly aroused Ziteng's lower body again, so she simply pulled one of Yinhua's hands to hold her gradually regaining her strength. "It's fine now.

" "No...no way..."

Really feeling the hot penis quickly grow bigger and harder in her hand to its optimal state, Yinhua was both surprised and delighted, "Then what are we waiting for?" "

As she spoke, she turned and lay down, raising her sexy legs to wrap around the waist of the wisteria, and cupping her breasts with her hands to make an extremely seductive expression, "Come on." "

Wisteria, of course, didn't hold back. She turned around, grabbed a pair of thighs at her waist, and thrust her hips forward, the tip of her penis rubbing against the already soaking wet crevice, making Yinhua tremble. Before long, her honey hole was wide open. With another thrust, her penis was halfway in.

"Oh my god..."

The fiery heat made Yinhua cry out, not giving her a chance to catch her breath. With another thrust, she pushed her penis all the way in. "Too...too big...too...so good..."

The feeling of being completely filled made Yinhua cry out in pain. Without stopping, she immediately began to thrust her penis in and out, pressing her entire body against Yinhua's. While feeling the soft and hard breasts and nipples rubbing against her chest, she put her mouth close to her ear and said with no small amount of pride, "The best is yet to come. I don't know if I can get you pregnant tonight, but I have no doubt that I can make you feel good." “

Then…then give me the best one too…let me cum to death…”

Yinhua cried out excitedly, her hands tightly wrapped around Zifeng’s broad shoulders, her legs gripping his waist tightly, pushing up and down in sync with his thrusting movements.

Zifeng thrust violently, his penis rubbing intensely against the walls of her vagina, each thrust powerful, stirring up squelching sounds and causing her vaginal fluids to flow freely. Yinhua moved her hips to meet his thrusts, moaning and crying out, “Ah…good…amazing…you are the most amazing man I have ever seen.”

Although he could tell from her behavior that she had been with many men, her wanton cries still made Zifeng unable to resist asking, “You slut, how many men have you been with?”

As he asked, he continued his vigorous thrusting.

“Not…not many…”

Yinhua gasped in response, “Only about ten in total, and even the most amazing one isn’t half as good as you.” “

You damn slut,”

Wisteria stopped moving as if by magic, “you think you can negotiate with me with a body like this?”

“Move, please!”

This stop made Silver Flower, who was already in heat, extremely uncomfortable. “From now on, I’ll only do it for you, you can do whatever you want!”

“That makes sense.” "

Wisteria said, propping herself up and placing Yinhua's thighs on her shoulders, resuming her piston-like movements. In this position, Yinhua's honeypot protruded invisibly, and the penis penetrated even deeper. Wisteria thrust and pulled wildly without any rhythm, soon making her wetness spray everywhere.

For a moment, the room was filled with panting, moaning, sounds, and the sounds of impact, all mixed together, creating an atmosphere of debauchery. Under Wisteria's fierce onslaught, Yinhua soon went limp, and her legs, which had been straddling Wisteria's shoulders, could no longer hold on, sliding to the sides as her body went limp.

Wisteria, however, did not intend to let her go. She grabbed Yinhua's ankles with both hands, pressing her legs to her chest. In this position, her honeypot clenched due to the pressure from her legs." It tightened even more, making thrusting less free, but the friction and the resulting pleasure became even more intense.

Zi Teng lowered his head, watching his penis slide in and out of Yin Hua's already overflowing honeypot. The dual stimulation of sight and touch excited him even more, and he thrust violently hundreds more times, ejaculating all his hot semen into Yin Hua's honeypot. The stimulation of the hot flow made Yin Hua lose herself, moaning repeatedly.

After withdrawing Zi Teng's penis, Yin Hua solemnly pulled a pillow under her buttocks to prevent the semen from flowing back. Zi Teng lay on his side, playing with the two fleshy mounds he loved, saying, "Alright, now we should discuss some details about crossing the river and what happened afterward."

"What?"

Yin Hua, still seemingly savoring the moment, asked dazedly, her eyes half-closed.

"For example, how to turn you from the traitor your brother portrayed you as into a battlefield hero."...

For some time afterward, debauchery raged every night in Zi Teng's tent, while the banks of the Sha River were equally bustling.

According to Zi Teng's plan, the army first set up camp on the opposite bank of the shallows where the main barbarian force was stationed. Then, they requisitioned large quantities of provisions from surrounding tribes and spread rumors that they intended to remain there permanently, waiting for the rainy season to pass.

A few days later, he suddenly ordered his troops to assemble at the riverbank, constructing numerous rafts filled with straw and leather, and making a grand display of readiness to cross the river. The barbarian army on the opposite bank was extremely nervous, deploying troops along the riverbank in a state of high alert. However, after a brief period of activity, Zi Teng's army scattered and returned to their camp to rest, causing a false alarm on the opposite bank. Next, Zi Teng ordered his cavalry to travel along the river to Binshi, seemingly searching for other crossing points. The barbarian cavalry remained highly vigilant, following along the opposite bank. This farce repeated itself several times until the barbarian king finally began to lower his guard, only setting up sentries for defense and no longer sending large armies out of the camp.

While the armies on both sides of the Shahe River were circling each other, Lan Hua had already arrived at the place that was nominally still within the territory of Gulan, later known as the Beastman Autonomous Territory.

The boat sailed along the river beside the mountains, and looking at the high mountains and dense forests all around, Lan Hua understood why the Gulan people sold this place so easily: for the Gulan Kingdom, which was primarily nomadic with agriculture as a secondary activity, this place had little development value, so exchanging it for silver was more practical. Besides, Zi Teng was an old friend of the Sultan, and the people who moved in were the Lion Clan, who were incompatible with both the Beast King and the Yanhuang. Firstly, they exchanged wasteland for gold and silver; secondly, they did a favor; and thirdly, they had someone help guard the border—a win-win-win situation.

But as soon as she disembarked, she was shocked by what she saw. In just over six months, this place had undergone tremendous changes. Many clearings had been systematically cleared in the primeval forest, and the felled timber had not been wasted; it had been turned into wooden houses and riverside berths.

Not only that, several coal and metal mines have been developed in the mountains, and even smelting and forging workshops have been built nearby. As for the population, although it is impossible to count, judging from the scale and density of settlements, it has at least increased several times compared to half a year ago.

There is only one very unusual thing: apart from the occasional hunting party and a number of fishermen, there seems to be no agricultural population among the orc inhabitants. Or perhaps it should be understood that the geographical environment here is indeed not suitable for agricultural development. So what is the main food supply for such a large orc community?

Later, after meeting with the Lion King and the instructor in charge of the area, Lisas, she learned the secret: the waterways here connect to the Qujiang River in Yanhuang territory, which is connected to the Solan Canal, and the Yofalati River in Gulan territory, respectively, in the north and south directions. Thus, thanks to the relationship between Zifang and the Sultan of Gulan, her mother's control over commerce in the area under the jurisdiction of the Xiling Royal Palace, and her uncle's power and influence in the Lisas Federation government, a large amount of "temporarily free" supplies were obtained here.

For over six months, following the plan laid out before Zifang's departure, Lion King Muradin had been undermining his homeland's manpower in an almost shameless manner—starting with the orcs on the border and spreading the message deep into the orcish territory: there was a place here where you could have three meals a day. This was an irresistible temptation for many weak and resource-poor lower-level orc tribes. Even some impoverished higher-level orcs began to consider joining these "traitors" and pledging their lives to humanity.

With manpower secured, everything became easier. Camps, villages, docks, and mines sprang up one after another. Before long, the shrewd investors from Lysas simply moved their smelting and forging operations there.

Of course, such a large commotion couldn't be concealed, especially by the orcs who were constantly losing population. The problem was, although this place was located at the intersection of three borders, it was still all within the territory of Gulan. The Beast King, though not very bright, wouldn't be foolish enough to provoke another enemy country while already in a standoff with the Yanhuang army.

The Yanhuang side had also noticed the disturbance, but similarly, it was within Gulan territory. "From the time of Your Majesty the Sultan, Yanhuang and Gulan will forever be on friendly terms!" This was His Majesty the Emperor's golden decree; who would dare to doubt it? So, besides strengthening defenses in this direction, there was nothing else they could do.

As for the Gulan side, since the great Sultan had turned a blind eye to this matter, who would bother to inquire?

Thus, once the issues of manpower, talent, resources, and industry were resolved, the next step of the plan began to be implemented. The Lisas Federation once again sent supplies and technical personnel, but this time it was indeed weapons and equipment and military instructors. In the following months, a large number of elite orcs were selected for military training.

Famine leading them to join their former enemies, humans, is one thing; fighting for humans as mercenaries is quite another. From the moral standpoint of any race or nation, it is an extremely shameful act. Yet, at least here, these young orcs and their families show no remorse. If there's any reason to speculate on the root cause, it's likely that the continuous warfare and the survival-of-the-fittest mentality within the orc race have placed these young orcs at a delicate crossroads: joining the orc army to attack and plunder humans or their own kind guarantees a full meal, as does joining the human army to fight for humans, and, in terms of food alone, the latter offers better, more plentiful, and more stable sustenance. In

a chaotic era, with chaotic nations and chaotic days, the resulting moral concepts are inevitably muddled.

Moreover, for an individual or a race, when their thirst for survival is reduced to the most perilous, life-or-death threshold, what is a nation? Can a people be eaten? What is loyalty worth?

To date, 20,000 orcs have been trained into the army, with over 30,000 still undergoing training.

The army's junior officers are all selected and trained from among the high-ranking orcs of the Lion Clan, while mid- to high-ranking officers are temporarily held by military instructors from Lysas.

The army is well-supplied: with merchant ships flying the Lysas Federation trade flag constantly coming and going, meat, fresh vegetables, rice, flour, and even alcoholic beverages are readily available.

The army is well-equipped: complete sets of armor made to the orc physique in local forges, and a full complement of spears and two-handed heavy axes transported from the Lysas Federation armory.

The army has a complete and well-balanced troop composition: orc heavy infantry, troll cavalry, gnoll roving infantry, and tauren assault infantry.

The army receives rigorous Lysas-style formal military training, including various combat formations conforming to the Federation Army Manual, the use of various weapons, and corresponding tactical maneuvers.

Of course, the commercially savvy Lysasians never do unprofitable deals. In return for all this, besides the enormous bills that Zifang habitually ignored, according to the agreement, as long as there was no need for combat in the East, most of the trained orcs would be given priority to serve three to five years of military service in Lysas.

However, it was precisely this agreement that caused considerable trouble for Lan Hua's intentions. Upon hearing the news of the orc troops being mobilized to be stationed in the southwest for an extended period, the chief military instructor, though he didn't say anything, immediately frowned. In fact, he did say one thing: "This isn't in the agreement." However, as Lan Hua presented the news that the southwest had large reserves of gold and other minerals as leverage, things quickly took a turn for the better. Soon after, when Lysas's MI7 confirmed the news through various channels, the Senate not only immediately passed a resolution to amend the agreement with an overwhelming majority, but also wrote off Zifang's debts.

Of course, this was certainly not a unprofitable deal. In exchange, the new secret agreement stipulated that the mineral resources of the southwestern barbarian lands would be jointly developed by the Barbarian King and the two parties to the agreement, with the Lisas Federation Mining Development Group holding a 51% stake in the project.

Lan Hua was bewildered by the new agreement. Although she vaguely understood it to be a typical spoils-sharing agreement, she couldn't understand what "shares" meant. However, since Zi Teng's instructions before her departure were to agree to any conditions as long as they could bring in an army, she didn't ask any further questions.

However, the army still hadn't set off, this time because of Lan Hua. She was a staunch believer in experience, convinced that seeing is believing. So, although the orc soldiers' training summaries described their reliability as "able to shoulder their responsibilities without flinching in any battle, even taking pride in fighting their own kind, which undoubtedly proves they are completely trustworthy," and the instructors praised these students highly, deeming them "disciplined, obedient, brave, hardworking, highly skilled in combat, and not picky about food as long as there was enough," she still wanted to personally assess them.

The opportunity soon arrived. Due to the large influx of people, to prevent chaos and resource shortages, Muradin ordered the border with the orc kingdom temporarily closed, leaving many orcs stranded in the border region. Although the Lion Clan would occasionally send supplies, the increasing number of stranded people brought many problems, the most serious being bandit gangs and those attempting to forcibly enter the border.

That day, another newly arrived and powerful tribe attempted to forcibly cross the border, clashing not only with the Lion Clan forces maintaining order but also wantonly plundering refugees scattered along the border. After consulting with the chief military instructor, Muradin decided to resolutely crack down on this bandit-like behavior to maintain order along the border and bolster the confidence of the remaining migrating orcs.

In the afternoon, a force of six hundred men, led by a senior instructor, set off, with Lan Hua accompanying them as an observer. Although the army's combat capabilities were still uncertain, her impression of their spirit was already very impressive: neatly arrayed, well-trained, beating Western-style military drums, chests held high. Compared to her impression of the orc kingdom's regular army, this image was completely devoid of savagery and barbarity; on the contrary, it displayed a martial prowess and might that was difficult to match even among Eastern human armies.

When she arrived at the scene, she saw at least two thousand orcs gathered together in a state of agitation. Each of them was armed with weapons: crude spiked clubs, heavy machetes, rusty spears, three primitive trebuchets, and several large drums. The instructor's horse was intercepted by the orc leader. Perhaps seeing that the other side outnumbered him, the leader appeared confident and arrogantly declared, "I am Orgrimmar, the Hammer of Idiots, chieftain of the great Frostwolf Clan! I demand that you immediately allow my tribe entry and provide us with the best living conditions, otherwise..." But before he could finish his arrogant demands and threats, the instructor gave the order to prepare for battle. His orc soldiers immediately obeyed without hesitation: four hundred-man square formations of low-ranking orcs lined up in a row, two slightly rearward flanks protecting the two central square formations, and in front of these flank formations were fifty gnoll guerrilla infantrymen armed with crossbows, deployed in a scattered line. The hundred-man troll cavalry had already quietly disappeared into the distant forest on the flanks. Seeing this, the opposing orcs hastily drew their weapons and confronted him.

Although they were also orcs, the lion-folk, well-fed and well-equipped, possessed significantly greater courage and imposing presence. Beyond their courage and imposing presence lay rows of gleaming steel swords and spears.

Faced with this overwhelmingly powerful opponent, the Frostwolf warriors, despite their overwhelming numerical advantage, were somewhat bewildered, with some inexperienced youngsters even beginning to retreat.

Soon, in Orgrimmar, Hammer of the Fool also sensed the dire situation, but before he could react, the gnolls' crossbows unleashed deadly arrows. Three rows of crossbows fired simultaneously, instantly felling dozens of Frostwolf orcs at the forefront. Some died instantly, others writhed in agony on the ground. Then, with a series of short shouts of "Hah! Hah!", four spear formations pressed forward. Almost simultaneously, the sound of hooves echoed behind them as a troop of troll cavalry, wielding javelins and sabers, charged down from the earthen mounds behind them.

The fierce battle lasted only a dozen minutes before it ended. The Frostwolf Clan orcs were either killed, fled, or were mostly taken prisoner. The instructors immediately ordered them chained up and taken back to the mines to do hard labor.

As for the great chieftain, he was pinned to the ground by a heavy javelin shortly after the battle began.

As the prisoners were being escorted away, a group of Frostwolf orcs who had managed to escape in the distance seemed to be in a frenzy and wanted to fight back, but a tall, strong orc stopped their suicidal attempt. "Listen up, you bunch of fools! I am Durotan, the greatest shaman of this tribe. Now that idiot Orgrimmar Hammer is dead, I'm in charge here. I order an immediate retreat."

"Nonsense! Aren't we staying to fight?"

"Fight my foot! What good are you bunch of useless trash! We're going to join Grom Garrosh, the leader of the Warsong Gulch. His power is said to be the greatest in the area, and I happen to have some connections with him."

As a military operation, this campaign was insignificant in terms of scale and gains, but its successful completion was a reassurance for Lan Hua. She had personally witnessed these orcs standing firmly with their commander in battle, even against their own kind, which completely dispelled her doubts about the reliability of this army.

In the following days, under the cover of a caravan flying the banner of the Lisas Federation Trade Group, Princess Rosa of the Lion Clan led the first batch of 5,000 orc soldiers in twenty ships southward along the Qujiang River, while Lan Hua remained behind to oversee the reorganization and transport of another batch of orc troops.

Meanwhile, on the east bank of the Sand River, according to Zi Teng's plan, the various units began to move separately. He first divided the troops into two parts. The main force of 40,000 men secretly moved in batches under cover of darkness from their original camp to conceal their positions in the mountains near Sand Island. These troops maintained a considerable distance from the Sand River throughout their journey, successfully avoiding detection by the enemy forces on the opposite bank.

Meanwhile, Zi Teng left 10,000 troops in the original camp and continued to maintain a force of 50,000 men daily, cooking, lighting lamps, and patrolling at night to lull and tie down the main enemy force on the opposite bank. Zi Teng also made clear plans for their actions after the start of the war: he ordered the barbarian king to lead a portion of his forces to confront the main force crossing the river, while the rest remained in the camp, especially if war elephants were still present; the remaining troops would remain in place. However, if the barbarian king took all his main force, including his war elephants, to confront the river-crossing force, leaving only a limited force in the camp, then the remaining troops would... Having established a sufficient distance, the main force would cross the river with full force, quickly seize the enemy's camp, cut off their main force's retreat, and burn the camp's supplies. If the enemy's main force returned at this time, they would immediately retreat to the opposite bank. Once the main force had secretly moved to the designated assembly position, Zi Teng once again divided the troops into two waves: the first wave, personally led by him, included all three thousand cavalry and twelve thousand elite infantry, who would be the first to cross the river; the second wave included the remaining troops and a large portion of heavy equipment, who would build a pontoon bridge from Shazhou Island to reach the other side.

After everything was in place, on a stormy day, the troops remaining at the camp launched a surprise attack. The barbarians on the west bank hastily mustered their troops to resist. The barbarian king personally went to the front lines and was very pleased to see that, under the "heroic fighting" of his army, the Yanhuang army retreated in panic. Not only did they fail to cross the river, but the half-built pontoon bridge was also destroyed in the chaos, and the bridge-building materials were scattered and washed downstream.

But all of this was actually Zi Teng's design. The "failed" attack did not solidify the barbarian king's judgment that "the main force of the Yanhuang army is right across from them." The barbarian troops, who seemed to have won an easy "victory," relaxed their guard that night due to fatigue from the mobilization and the joy of victory. More importantly, most of the pontoon bridge parts that had been swept downstream towards Shazhou were recovered by the main force, which had been waiting for a long time. Although not all of them, thanks to Shazhou as a transit point and the repairs made by the army's craftsmen using local materials, the length was barely enough.

As night fell, under the cover of darkness and torrential rain, the army's craftsmen swiftly erected a pontoon bridge leading to Shazhou. Then, using the thunder to conceal their footsteps, the 40,000-strong army began a rapid crossing of the river. By nearly midnight, all troops had reached the island.

As dawn approached, the wind and rain subsided, and at Zi Teng's command, the first echelon began crossing the river. The cavalry were the first to leap into the water, each dragging three or four infantrymen, struggling to cross.

The first troops to reach the west bank did not rest but immediately launched a surprise attack on the barbarian sentries nearby. The barbarian army, exhausted from a day of fighting and running back and forth, had even had their sentries asleep. Awakened from their sleep, they were caught off guard and attacked. After dispersing these stragglers, Zi Teng's vanguard immediately formed a barrier to protect the landing point.

By dawn, the first echelon had all reached the shore, and the pontoon bridge for the second echelon was nearly complete.

After assembling his troops, Zi Teng immediately marched north and halted at the riverbank three miles from the landing point.

Meanwhile, at the landing point, the second echelon of troops also crossed the river. The first to land were the transport troops and artisans, who immediately began felling trees and constructing large fortifications such as abatis on the pre-arranged battlefield near the landing point, personally designated by Zi Teng.

At this time, the scattered barbarian soldiers from the riverbank brought news of the Yanhuang army's crossing to the barbarian king, Hu An.

However, he still believed this was a feint attack by the Yanhuang army to cover the main force's crossing, especially after learning that the crossing army had not built bridges and was not particularly large. He became even more convinced of his judgment and decided that the main force would remain stationary while he personally led a thousand cavalry to scout the situation.

The lightly armed and rapidly advancing cavalry quickly discovered Zi Teng's first echelon, which was waiting in full battle array. Looking at the enemy's numbers, Hu An found it strange: as the main attacking force, this number was certainly insufficient to wipe out his more than 30,000 troops, but as a feint, more than 10,000 seemed far too large. While it was possible to mobilize troops to annihilate the enemy force before them, what if it was merely a feint? With their main camp empty, they would be vulnerable to attacks from both sides.

Just as Hu An was hesitating, the scouts he had sent to scout the enemy landing point returned in a panic, breathless, reporting that the Yanhuang people had erected a pontoon bridge and that an even larger Yanhuang army had crossed the river!

Hu An was shocked. He realized he was now facing the genuine main force of the Yanhuang army. He hurriedly ordered his main force to be brought from the camp. By noon, the main barbarian force arrived, but Hu An still hesitated to attack.

It wasn't that he didn't want to attack, but he knew very well that there were two enemy forces facing them, and his forces were limited, making it impossible to divide his forces to attack both simultaneously. Concentrating his forces to attack either one would allow the other to outflank or attack from the side, putting him in a precarious situation.

Thus, the two sides remained locked in a stalemate until news arrived that the barbarian camp had been captured. Chapter 10 Pre-Battle Erotic Entertainment (

11-20) "What did you say?" King Juan, enraged, kicked the officer who had come to report the camp's fall to the ground. Still seemingly unsatisfied, he stomped on him again, crushing the man until he was spitting blood and begging for mercy. "Bastards! Useless trash!" Juan cursed incessantly. "The Shahe River is a formidable chasm, and the Yanhuang people don't have many troops left on that side. Why couldn't you hold it?" He slightly raised his foot from the officer's chest, not because his anger had subsided, but to force the officer to answer his question. "Your Majesty... we resisted," the officer gasped, his breathing finally becoming easier, answering in terror, "but the Yanhuang people were simply too numerous. They rushed over in countless rafts during the midday low tide, and on the opposite bank, they were supported by terrifying weapons capable of throwing massive stones weighing tens of kilograms and launching giant arrows several meters long. We truly couldn't hold them off." "Get out!" Juan kicked the officer far away again, calming down slightly after venting his anger. Even though his words earlier contained elements of shirking responsibility and overemphasizing the enemy's strength, he had still left nearly five thousand men in the camp as a precaution. Even if he had relaxed his guard because he thought the main force of the Yanhuang people had already crossed the river elsewhere, the camp had been completely captured in such a short time. The enemy's attacking force must have been at least five figures. If the Yanhuang people already had a way to cross the river with their main force, why did they leave so many troops in that direction? "Could it be..." Juan cried out in his heart, "Is the force that crossed the river earlier really just a diversionary force?" If so, the current situation meant that the real main force of the Yanhuang people had already crossed the river behind him, which was a serious problem. But what about the huge force that the scouts reported crossing the river? Was it just a smokescreen? If not, no, even if it were, the enemy still numbered over ten thousand. If he returned to retake the main camp, and this enemy suddenly attacked from the rear, the consequences would be unimaginable. But he couldn't abandon the main camp either; otherwise, he would not only lose most of his supplies, but the news would also cause the tribes along the river to lose faith in him. Without support from both sides, he would be powerless to continue confronting the Yanhuang army and would have to retreat to the barbarian lands. At that point, his already precarious throne might truly be in jeopardy. Looking up at the sun, which was already showing signs of setting, Hu An had never longed for nightfall so much. Because, given the current situation, he could only gamble under the cover of darkness that the Yanhuang army, unaware of their strength, would not dare to pursue. The tense standoff continued for nearly two more hours until night finally enveloped everything. "Order each camp to leave enough troops for vigilance; the rest of you, rest in place," Zi Teng commanded. " Young Marshal, are you worried that the barbarians will launch a night attack?" Lin Yongzhong asked from the side. "No, it's just routine precautions to ensure everything is in order," Zi Teng replied. "The barbarians must be anxious to return and retake the camp. I'm a little worried that General Xue didn't retreat in time." "Brother Qingling is meticulous in his actions, and the young marshal has made thorough arrangements. There's no need to worry," Lin Yongzhong reassured him. "Should we launch a night raid on the returning barbarian army?" "I've considered that too, but our army is, after all, a guest army. We're not familiar with the terrain and other conditions. If we overdo it and disrupt our own formation, let them go for now." The next morning, the barbarian king, who had "successfully retaken" the camp, was still sullen. When his army returned to the camp in the middle of the night, the Yanhuang people had already evacuated, leaving the camp empty. Even worse, most of the supplies and provisions in the camp had been burned. Early in the morning, a large number of scribes rushed from the barbarian king's camp to the various tribes along the river. On the one hand, they proclaimed the barbarian king's victory in thwarting the Yanhuang people's attempt to cross the river and capture the barbarian army's camp. On the other hand, they urged the tribes to provide the army with food and supplies. This move was tantamount to protesting too much: if they had won the battle, they should have had plenty of spoils, so why were they short of supplies? Besides, no matter how much propaganda was made, the Yanhuang army, which had already crossed the river from Shazhou, was there, and everyone could see it. But Hu An couldn't care less about that now. He was completely pinned down in his camp by the two armies of Zi Teng, which were positioned like pincers, and he had no choice but to adopt a defensive posture and wear down the enemy. But what puzzled him was that for several days in a row, the Yanhuang army, which had a clear advantage in both troop strength and initiative, had not made any offensive moves, or even shown any signs of preparing for an attack. At this time, Hu An's sister, who was in the enemy camp, had the same question as him. People who traveled to the southwest all year round knew that the barbarian lands had three wonders: sweet fruits, hot springs for health, and free-spirited barbarian women. Zi Teng, who was used to stealing moments of leisure from her busy schedule, naturally began to enjoy these legendary three wonders. Near the military camp, a hot spring was surrounded by tents. In the middle of the spring, nestled among the rocks, a wisteria vine lay quietly in the bubbling hot water on a stone slab heated by the geothermal heat. On one side of it, some ripe tropical fruits were placed on a rock, and on the other side, a broken wall connected to a higher spring, from which warm water flowed continuously, washing over his body.

"Whoosh..." A corner of the curtain was lifted at that moment, and Zifeng opened his eyes. Entering was Yinhua, nearly naked. At this moment, only the lower half of her chest to her thighs were covered by a linen cloth. The steam from the bathroom immediately enveloped this sexy and alluring woman, and tiny droplets of water condensed and scattered on her wildly alluring tanned skin, making her appear exceptionally sensual.

A woman half-covered is always more alluring than when completely naked, Zifeng pondered this famous saying from a supposedly lecherous painter who specialized in portraits of beautiful women, and now he wholeheartedly agreed.

However, before Zifeng could fully appreciate her, Yinhua had already untied the linen cloth, and her enormous breasts, which Zifeng so adored, were once again revealed before him. Although this former Southern Barbarian Queen wasn't very old, the near-tropical climate here had clearly caused her to develop early and fully; her substantial breasts gave her the air of a seductive mature woman, and her equally large nipples stood erect and spirited.

With an alluring posture, Yinhua swayed her high, round buttocks and sat down beside Ziteng. Her full hips almost intentionally sank between Ziteng's legs, teasing him until his penis was hard and erect without him even realizing it. Yinhua gently stroked the magnificent member. "So strong... Marshal's body... Let me massage and clean you first." Ziteng nodded in agreement. In the art of serving men, this Southern Barbarian Queen was quite excellent and skilled. In this male-dominated, power-based country, this was a compulsory course for every barbarian noblewoman, in order to serve their husbands well and maintain their status in the tribe and family. Now, these skills were naturally being used to carefully serve Ziteng, the foreign man who could help her put the crown back on.

Yinhua cupped her full breasts, letting the water flowing from between the rocks lubricate them and filling her cleavage with warm water. Then, she slid her breasts down Ziteng's strong chest muscles, evenly sprinkling the water from her cleavage onto his body. Her breasts continued downwards until they reached his erect penis, where she used her breasts to clamp it and began to stroke it.

"What do you want to say?" Ziteng immediately understood her intention—this position had become their habitual way of talking, neither hindering their conversation nor their enjoyment.

"Why have you been holding back?" Continuing to move her body up and down, using her cleavage to stroke Ziteng's penis, Yinhua looked up, giving him a seductive look, and asked, "Right now, you have the advantage in numbers, and the initiative is in your hands." "Why should I take the initiative to attack?" Ziteng reached out and pinched her full breast, retorting, "I've meticulously prepared this pre-planned battlefield, created so many targeted field fortifications; wouldn't it be a waste not to use them?" “But, oh…” Yinhua wanted to say something, but Ziteng pressed her head down, and the fleshy mound protruding from the upper edge of her cleavage pushed against her, the very tip of the penis being stuffed into her mouth. She could only protest indistinctly before obediently moving her tongue to lick the part of the penis that had entered her mouth.

“Let me tell you a story.” Enjoying this double service, Ziteng was clearly in a good mood. “Many years ago, in the West, a great commander led an army to invade a powerful enemy country. They won a battle, and although they suffered heavy losses, the soldiers were in high spirits. Only the commander looked mournful. His subordinates were puzzled and asked him what was wrong. He replied that if such a victory were to happen a few more times, they would not be able to return alive.” “…” Yinhua seemed to understand something and unconsciously stopped what she was doing.

Ziteng pinched her breast again, signaling her to continue, and further explained, “My forces do have an advantage, but I am fighting on foreign soil. Even if I win, the losses of my army cannot be replenished, so I must minimize my losses.” “Those soldiers are truly fortunate to be with someone like you,” Yinhua said with a touch of melancholy, spitting out the penis. She then moved away from Ziteng's lower body and sat on his chest. Her soft buttocks immediately became like a bath sponge, gently rubbing the water droplets on his chest.

“Mmm…ah…this feeling…” Yinhua let out a captivating moan as his strong pectoral muscles rubbed against her vulva, her hands supporting her body on the rocks on either side of Ziteng's head. Her long, silvery hair cascaded down to Ziteng's face, making her panting face appear exceptionally wanton.

Ziteng wasn't idle either, his hands constantly caressing her high, firm buttocks and plump thighs. Finally, he grabbed Yinhua's large breasts and slowly pulled her body backward…

“Ah…God…no…like this…harder, squeeze me harder…” One centimeter, two centimeters… The fleshy slit outside her honeypot slid and rubbed against Zi Teng’s robust, mountain-like body, the dual stimulation of her sensitive breasts and lower body almost making Yin Hua lose consciousness in excitement. When her body slid onto his penis, Zi Teng suddenly lifted her up, thrusting his lower body forcefully, directly penetrating her honeypot and pumping vigorously.

“Ah! Wait… It’s too sudden… Don’t…” Although she was somewhat prepared, she didn’t expect Zi Teng to penetrate so suddenly, the feeling of fullness accompanied by an inevitable pain made Yin Hua cry out.

“Why wait? Don’t you enjoy it like this?” Zi Teng ignored her cries and continued to thrust his penis vigorously, until Yin Hua’s eyes rolled back.

But Yinhua was, after all, a seasoned woman in bed. Before long, her wet, honeyed hole had adapted to the intruder's enormous size, sucking on his penis like a forceful mouth. Her wheat-colored buttocks swayed with the rhythm of his thrusts, causing her body to ripple with alluring waves of flesh.

Under Ziteng's fierce onslaught, Yinhua cried out repeatedly. Her large, plump breasts changed shape in Ziteng's hands with their movements. The smooth, flowing touch and heavy weight greatly excited Ziteng. He suddenly sat up, tightly embracing Yinhua, burying his head between her swaying breasts, greedily licking them…

“Ah…no…slower…I…can't…please…” Under this all-out, powerful thrusting, Yinhua quickly reached orgasm. She collapsed weakly into Ziteng's arms, begging for mercy, her beautiful legs trembling uncontrollably in the afterglow of her climax.

However, Zifeng didn't care about that. He knew very well that the stamina of the wanton woman in his arms was far more than that. He continued to thrust his penis, riding on Yinhua's honey hole, which was especially tight due to her orgasm.

"Can't take it anymore? I'm just about to start. Stop pretending to be dead, give me a good wriggling of your big, wanton ass!" Zifeng said, slapping Yinhua's soft buttocks, causing the latter to tremble. "Oh...don't hit me...I'll wriggle...I'll wriggle..." Seeing that pretending to be dead had no effect on this young conqueror, Yinhua had no choice but to continue to show her most wanton side to cater to his desires.

"That's more like it!" "Slap!" "Ah!..." Another heavy blow, and Yinhua actually screamed and climaxed again, a large amount of vaginal fluid gushing from her honey hole, slowly flowing down their tightly pressed lower abdomens and intertwined legs. She

could climax like that? I didn't expect this slut to be a masochist? This is quite interesting. After getting her pregnant, I might as well try something different and see what her anus tastes like.

"Keep twisting! Don't stop!" "Slap!" "Yes! Ah...oh..." Having discovered a new continent, Wisteria excitedly continued waving her hands, her wanton moans tinged with pain, and the sounds of flesh colliding with varying degrees of force drifting through the steam.

"Ah!" Wisteria, caught up in the moment, turned Yinhua's body 180 degrees. The intense friction during the rotation made Yinhua scream involuntarily. Before she could even turn around, Wisteria pushed her down again.

"Oh...it was too...I want to again..." Pushed into the water, Yinhua crawled on a rock not far underwater like a female dog, tilting her head back and surfacing, howling. Ziteng gripped her plump buttocks tightly, making his final thrust. Suddenly...

"Boom!" A huge rushing sound came from the direction of the sand river. Ziteng was startled. His already near-limited penis couldn't hold back, and hot semen gushed out, instantly filling Yinhua's uterus.

"Ah! Good heavens...it's so hot..." Yinhua's eyes rolled back, and her body collapsed, rolling onto the shallow beach by the spring.

"The water has risen again?" The next day, Juan, having received confirmation, was both surprised and delighted.

"Yes, Your Majesty, the torrential rains upstream are a once-in-a-century event. The rock walls separating the Shahe and Nihe waterways have collapsed, and now the water from both rivers is flowing into the Shahe." "Excellent!" Juan said, "Now the Yanhuang people on the other side won't be able to cross this month, and we don't need to be so wary of their presence." Almost simultaneously, Ziteng also arrived at the Shahe River bank. Looking at the landing point, now a swamp, and the vanished pontoon bridge, he could only conclude that his troops hadn't been stationed in these low-lying areas.

"What are you planning to do now?" Yinhua asked anxiously.

"Hmph, fools have their luck, that's called it." Ziteng didn't answer her question at all, but went straight back to camp. Before he could even sit down in the camp's shed, Yinhua followed him in.

"What do we do now? Are you going to stay put?" The guards didn't stop her. Over the past few days, everyone had a pretty good idea of the relationship between this barbarian woman and the young marshal, although most people only knew her as a gift from a small tribe to the young marshal.

"That's right," Zi Teng answered matter-of-factly, "Keep moving." "But... ah?" Yin Hua wanted to say something, but was interrupted by the sound of tearing clothes and a reflexive scream. Zi Teng's seemingly casual wave of his hand caused the air around her to shred Yin Hua's clothes like blades.

Yin Hua was startled and instinctively covered her mouth, afraid that the sound would be heard. Zi Teng didn't care. He had already placed soundproofing spells around them. He reached out and grabbed at the air, and Yin Hua's body was pulled towards him as if sucked in.

"No way!" Seeing that she was about to crash into the table, Yin Hua quickly turned around and pounced. She was pulled under the table like a female beast waiting to mate, and the floor-length tablecloth immediately covered everything. "What are you doing?" "Doing you, of course. What else is there to do here?" Zi Teng ignored Yin Hua's questioning, pressing down on her plump, upturned buttocks with one hand and unzipping his pants with the other. The tip of his penis rubbed up and down along her vulva, and soon her juices flowed out.

"Your idiot brother will definitely lose his temper first. I'm telling you right now, believe it or not is up to you." Zi Teng continued, pinching her smooth buttocks. "Besides, compared to things like the war that you can't control, shouldn't you be more concerned about how to cooperate with me to get pregnant?" As he spoke, his penis pressed against her vulva from between her labia, and with the lubrication of her juices, it slid in easily. Then, without stopping, he began to thrust in and out with maximum force.

Just then, a person completely covered by a cloak entered the camp gate. "Who goes there?" a guard asked, stopping the gate.

The newcomer did not answer, but simply raised his hand and showed a token. The guard immediately let him through, because it was Lan Hua's token.

"Is it the General?" one of the guards said, somewhat puzzled. "Why are you being so secretive?" "Of course, he's back to catch his wife cheating. This is going to be good." another chuckled.

"Hmm?" Zifang noticed the person who entered immediately. Although he quickly determined it wasn't Lanhua, he guessed who it was. "Why are you wrapped up so tightly, my Lion Princess?" he laughed. Yinhua, under the table, was startled and held her breath, stopping her movements.

"Our existence cannot be known for the time being, that's what you ordered, right?" A slightly androgynous voice came from under the cloak, and as the neck tie was untied, the black silk instantly slid to the ground.

"Wow..." Zifang couldn't help but whistle at the body under the cloak: long, curly golden hair like a lion's brown paired with bronze-colored skin, slightly undulating muscle lines highlighting the overall perfect body curves, eyes that gleamed like jewels like a nocturnal predator, and blood-red lips that looked as if they had just torn apart prey, exuding an aura of wildness and fervor.

Her slightly broad shoulders and large breasts stretched the black corset to a point where it was slightly deformed. The deep cleavage was clearly visible through the V-shaped gap in the corset, and the straps that controlled the size of the corset outside the gap were stretched to the point of breaking. Even so, nearly half of her breasts were still exposed at the top of the corset.

Her smooth and shapely waist and abdomen were not covered at all. The black leather shorts, which were between the inverted triangle and thong shapes, tapered downwards from her hips, and the bottom part barely covered the outer edge of her vulva, revealing her high and firm buttocks, straight and shapely thighs. Even part of her thick labia and golden pubic hair were faintly visible from the outer edge of the shorts. A pair of equally black leather boots reached down to the lower edge of her thighs, and light black fishnet stockings connected the boots and the shorts. The upper edge of the stockings and the lower edge of the shorts were connected by two black leather straps at the front and back.

“My extra expense seems worthwhile,” Wisteria laughed. “It seems that public relations instructor’s job is just as excellent as those military instructors.” “You humans really like to complicate simple things infinitely,” Rosa replied with a hint of sarcasm.

“Complexing simple things? I think it should be understood as turning instincts into art.” Wisteria looked her up and down again, then changed the subject, “You’re later than expected.” “No choice, a sudden flood upstream prevented the boats from crossing, so we had to temporarily camp in the upstream forest,” Rosa replied. “What should we do now? Send the troops directly over?” “No, it’s best if you don’t show yourselves until there’s a suitable opportunity.” Wisteria said, reaching out to pat Silver Flower’s slightly exposed buttocks under the table, signaling her to continue moving. Silver Flower hesitated for a moment, not daring to disobey, and carefully wiggled her buttocks back and forth. Although the movements were

very careful, they still inevitably caused the table to vibrate. “What’s under the table?

” Of course, this didn’t escape Rosa’s hunter-like eyes, she asked.

“Guess,” Wisteria replied with a mischievous grin.

"..." Rosa frowned, secretly gathering her inner energy. She opened her right hand, and her nails suddenly grew like wildly sprouting plants, instantly becoming as terrifying as a beast's claws. With a powerful swing, "whoosh," the table shattered into pieces and flew to both sides. The tablecloth was also reduced to shreds. Beneath the flying fabric, Yinhua's alluring body, trembling with nervousness and her face flushed red with fear, was revealed.

"Ah!" "Slap!" Yinhua instinctively screamed. Ziteng slapped her snow-white buttocks again to quiet her down, then looked up at Rosa. "Even if you're jealous, you don't have to scare her like that. She's your future employer.

" "My only employer is you." Rosa glanced disdainfully at Yinhua's lustful appearance, which couldn't be concealed by her fear. She stepped forward and unceremoniously pulled her away from Ziteng. As her fleshy member slid out of her honeyed hole, the resulting fluids splattered all over the floor. Yinhua, her body already limp from the previous intercourse and shock, lay sprawled to one side, glancing at him with a disgruntled look.

"Hmph!" Rosa completely ignored her presence, walking unilaterally to Zifeng, kneeling on the ground, one hand grasping and stroking his erect penis, the other gently caressing the scrotum at the end. "So, where do you prefer to start?" she asked, lifting her head and giving him a provocative look.

"From here," Zifeng observed for a moment, quickly discovering the secret of the bra. He gently pulled on what seemed to be an unintentional loose thread, and in an instant, the taut strap in the V-neck was pulled out, the bra sliding down her back to the ground, revealing a pair of breasts that were somewhat excessive in size and perkiness. "You know what I'm trying to say, let me see if you've graduated in this area too," he chuckled.

"You might feel a little uncomfortable with my breasts in this state," Rosa said. Seeing that Wisteria didn't react, she directly cupped her huge breasts, gently clamped them between her fingers, and began to rub them up and down.

"Hmm..." As expected, the muscular feel of the breasts made Zifeng's already sensitive penis, which had been heightened by his previous encounter with Yinhua, feel slightly uncomfortable. However, he still gestured for him to continue.

Seeing that Zifeng didn't seem too averse, Rosa relaxed a little and began to skillfully cup and squeeze the breasts. Sometimes the breasts moved alternately up and down, and sometimes they moved in unison up and down. During this time, she would also press inward with both hands, while lowering her head to kiss and lick the part of her penis that protruded from the cleavage.

Zifeng closed his eyes slightly in enjoyment. He was no stranger to breast play, and could even be said to enjoy it quite a bit. He would try to make such a request to any of his women who had a good figure. For example, he had enjoyed it many times between Yinhua's large breasts in the past few days.

But this time, the feeling was very different. If Yueya'er's was passive acceptance, Yirou's was awkward cooperation, and Lax's was gentle caress, then Rosa's service was simply an artistic enjoyment, like the breasts dancing wildly and passionately on his penis.

Yinhua, who was slumped over, was also somewhat stunned. Rosa's ever-changing techniques dazzled her, making her own skills from a few days ago seem utterly insignificant in comparison.

"Aren't you coming over?" Ziteng waved to her. Yinhua hesitated for a moment, then got up and went over. "Learn properly, she's a professional." Ziteng reached out and pinched Yinhua's breast.

Yinhua knelt down somewhat awkwardly, glancing at Rosa with a hint of timidity. The latter didn't even look at her, simply shifting her body to make room for her.

Yinhua carefully observed, then cupped her own breasts and imitated the movements. Rosa then appropriately withdrew her penis slightly from her cleavage, giving her some space to "practice."

One was skilled, the other clumsy; at first, they were both a little awkward. Fortunately, Yinhua, who was already adept at serving men, learned quickly, and soon the two women had developed some tacit understanding: first, one of them would use her cleavage to manipulate the penis, while the other would use her nipples to rub and stimulate the exposed side of the penis, occasionally switching roles; then they would both offer their breasts, sometimes pressing their areolas together to massage the penis, sometimes dividing it into two sections and using their cleavage to completely engulf the penis; finally, they would both bend down to massage their respective scrotums with their breasts, while their tongues licked the sensitive parts of the penis.

"Oh..." Zifeng quickly couldn't resist anymore. The electric-like pleasure from the licking on the penis and the tingling pleasure from the different styles of massage from the soft and firm breasts on the scrotum collided and merged between the penises, causing the liquid waiting to erupt to gush out like a volcanic hot spring. Yinhua instinctively turned her face away, but Rosa swiftly took the tip of the penis into her mouth, not letting a single drop of the hot liquid escape.

"Take a break," Rosa said to Zifeng, spitting out the penis and cleaning the remaining semen with her tongue. She then pulled her leather shorts, which covered her vulva, to the side, and pulled Yinhua aside. "We'll put on a show to get you excited again." With that, she pushed the bewildered Yinhua to the ground, grabbed her legs, lifted half of her body off the ground, and then spun her 180 degrees using her shoulders and back as a pivot.

"You... what are you doing..." Yinhua screamed in panic, but Rosa ignored her completely, spreading her legs even wider. Since both of them were quite tall, their vulvas were at the same height in this position, whether standing upright or half-upside down. Rosa placed her legs apart, her feet on either side of Yinhua's, and leaned forward, pressing her vulvas tightly together. As she twisted her hips, her honeypots rubbed together, and the constantly seeping fluid dripped onto Yinhua's face. She struggled and twisted, trying to avoid it, but Rosa's strong body completely suppressed her, making her almost unable to move.

The large, muscular, bronze-colored buttocks above writhed provocatively, while the tanned, sexy body in the middle rolled up alluring waves of flesh. Below, Yinhua's face, constantly assaulted by the fluid, futilely tried to avoid it. The three of them together resembled an extremely erotic painting, igniting Zifeng's lust. His penis quickly swelled to its maximum again.

He stood up and strode over, grabbing Rosa's tight, firm buttocks with both hands. Taking advantage of the moment when her honeypot was fully exposed after a downward rubbing, he thrust in forcefully.

"Oh..." Rosa threw her head back and let out a moan. Then, as Zifeng's penis withdrew, she quickly moved her hips, pushing her honeypot upward, causing his penis to slide out completely in one go.

"Huh?" Zifang was taken aback, but quickly realized the strangeness of the double pose—as Rosa rubbed upwards, Yinhua's upward-facing vulva was fully exposed, and the slid-out penis was right on top of it. He immediately and without hesitation thrust it in.

"Ah... ooh..." Yinhua cried out, but her voice was distorted by the lustful fluid in her mouth. This shameful and painful action brought tears to her eyes.

Zifang continued to thrust in and out, following Rosa's movements, the lustful fluid from his penis dripping down. Yinhua's wet vulva was either overflowing with fluid or squeezed out by tears. After dozens of rounds, she couldn't hold on any longer, and her moans grew softer and softer.

Realizing that the legs in her hands were showing signs of weakness, Rosa quickly let go, and Yinhua's body collapsed to the ground like mud. At this moment, Zifang's penis was being withdrawn from Rosa's body, but after it came out, he found that there was no more. Looking down at Yinhua's half-dead state, he had no choice but to turn all his remaining lust towards the other side. He brought his erect penis close to Rosa's round buttocks and thrust it into her wet, lustful vagina once more.

"Ah..." Rosa let out a satisfied moan, raising her buttocks as high as she could, allowing his penis to enter her vagina more easily and completely, while gently twisting her hips.

"Hmm... good twisting... you slutty bitch..." Zifeng slowly began to thrust his penis in and out. At first, he could control the speed of his thrusts, but Rosa's high-raised buttocks twisted more and more violently, so he had to increase the speed of his thrusts as well. Before long, he had reached his limit.

"Ugh... ah... so good... I... I'm a slutty... bitch... faster... harder..." Rosa gripped the pillar supporting the tent tightly with both hands, her scarlet fingernails leaving deep marks on it. Wisteria thrust with all its might, its abdomen slamming against Rosa's buttocks with crisp sounds. Not satisfied, it pressed down, placing all its weight on Rosa's body, its hands gripping her swaying breasts, using them as a fulcrum to thrust its penis with all its might.

"Ah...yes...that's it...harder..." Rosa's hips writhed violently, meeting the increasingly powerful thrusts of its penis, ensuring each stroke reached deep into her uterus.

Under Wisteria's relentless assault, Rosa's moans grew low and disordered, her eyes becoming increasingly glazed. "Ah...no...I..." With a series of indistinct yet high-pitched cries, Wisteria suddenly felt Rosa's vagina grip his penis as if a vacuum had been drawn, leaving no room for even a millimeter of movement.

"Ugh...this...I want it too..." Rosa's final, desperate attempt at orgasm made Wisteria feel like it had reached its limit.

"Ah...no...no...it's...mine..." Yinhua's voice, limp to the side, was weak and feeble, but seeing her child about to be taken into another woman's body, she still tried to cry out with her last ounce of strength...

"Hmm?" This cry reminded Ziteng of something. He quickly withdrew his penis from Rosa's body, the intense friction causing him to shudder. Then he turned and grabbed Yinhua's weakly parted legs, thrusting in forcefully, enjoying the final sprint before ejaculation, until...

"Ah!" "Ya!" Both of them cried out simultaneously. With all his might, Zifeng thrust his penis in all the way, the scalding semen rushing into Yinhua's womb. The burning, powerful sensation caused her already fragile nerves, weakened by the previous abuse, to collapse. Her body convulsed, and she lay motionless on the ground, only the rise and fall of her chest and her panting mouth remaining as if life were still present.

Zifeng stood up and sat back in his chair. Rosa, regaining her senses, followed him, kneeling again between his legs and carefully cleaning his sensitive penis with her tongue.

Zifeng squinted, enjoying the moment, then suddenly remembered something and asked, "Any news from Lingnan?

" "When we passed near Lingnan, we heard they had already deployed troops. If the timing is right, the barbarians here should have received the news in the next couple of days." "Perfect timing." Three days later, the main force of the barbarian army arrived before the army that had been waiting in full battle array under Zifeng's orders. They faced not only the 40,000-strong Yanhuang army, but also a meticulously planned battlefield by Zi Teng: to the east of the Yanhuang army lay a swamp formed by the overflowing Shahe River, while to the west, a cavalry force with overwhelming numbers provided cover. On the front of the battlefield, Zi Teng had deployed a massive, black-painted abatis, so large that even war elephants couldn't cross it, with infantry positioned about two hundred paces behind it.

Looking at this formation, Hu An broke out in a cold sweat. The enemy was clearly well-prepared, but he had no choice but to fight. The Lingnan army was already close to his homeland; in this situation, the Shahe River could be disregarded, but he had to return to secure his rear. However, exposing his rear to this enemy force would lead to a catastrophic collapse of his entire army.

At this moment, Zi Teng on the opposite side was equally troubled: Hu An had deployed war elephants at the forefront, forming a barrier, each elephant spaced 30 meters apart, with infantry positioned a meter wide behind them in the gaps between the elephants. Behind the war elephants and infantry lines were cavalry—his plan was to strike later, but the opposing line of war elephants and infantry was a solid block, clearly on the defensive. How could he force the enemy to attack first?

Volume Four,

Chapter One: The Battle of Shahe.

Zifeng carefully reviewed the characteristics of the barbarian army described by his subordinates: brave and warlike, but lacking sustained morale; poor discipline, lacking a global perspective, with a weak command system and prone to blind obedience.

"Weak command system, prone to blind obedience..."

he muttered to himself for a long time, and a plan formed in his mind.

Soon, the barbarians saw half of the two thousand Yanhuang light cavalry on the west flank suddenly advance. At the same time, they didn't see that the thousand armored cavalry behind the infantry formation also wanted to move westward to their attack positions—these cavalry, following Zifeng's orders, dismounted and led their mounts past the infantry and the remaining thousand light cavalry, the dense crowd completely obscuring the barbarians' view.

The Yanhuang light cavalry charged to within 100 meters of the enemy lines, unleashing a hail of arrows upon the barbarian army. Within minutes, the barbarian infantry on the left flank were subjected to tens of thousands of arrows, but their crudely made hunting bows were too short to reach the enemy, leaving them utterly helpless. Seeing their infantry casualties mounting and their formation crumbling, Hu An hastily ordered his cavalry to disperse the Yanhuang light cavalry.

However, these barbarian warriors on horseback were quickly routed by the sudden onslaught of armored cavalry, fleeing in panic towards their war elephants for protection. To meet them, nearby elephant riders urged their mounts to intercept the pursuing armored cavalry.

Soon, the barbarian army's weak command structure and tendency to blindly follow orders became glaringly obvious. With the movement of the flank elephants, the entire barbarian formation sprang into action, and a localized counter-charge quickly escalated into an uncontrolled, all-out offensive. Seeing his army charging in complete disarray, Juan was utterly helpless.

However, the barbarian charge was quickly halted before the massive palisades. The war elephant riders stopped their mounts, while the infantry swarmed forward, hacking and slashing, desperately clearing the huge roadblock.

At this moment, longbowmen from the rear of the Yanhuang army unleashed a dense rain of arrows. Due to the distance, this was like a tickle to the thick-skinned, armored war elephants, but for the poorly armored tribal warriors, many of whom were shirtless, it was excruciating. With each volley of arrows, someone would scream and fall to the ground, struck by arrows: some died quickly from fatal wounds, others were critically wounded and barely breathing, and still others, with minor arrow wounds, scrambled for cover.

Driven by instinct for self-preservation, after only opening a few gaps in the palisades to allow passage, the barbarian infantry abandoned their war elephants and charged through the palisades, howling and charging towards those wretched cowards who could only watch from afar.

"Block them back!"

Zifang commanded. The nearest messenger officer quickly blew his horn, and soon, from near to far, the horns of the messengers from each battalion sounded in unison.

"Change formation! Crossbowmen, engage!"

Hearing the horns, the commanders of each battalion gave orders. As the orders were relayed down the ranks, the first rank of soldiers, armed with shields and short spears, crouched down; the second rank, wielding long spears, spread their legs and leaned forward to lower their height as much as possible; with the movements of the first two rank of soldiers, the last two rank of soldiers, armed with steel crossbows and ready to fire, were revealed.

"Fire!"

With a command from the provincial commander, the first rank of crossbowmen unleashed deadly short arrows, then slipped through the gaps between the second rank to reload their crossbows. Simultaneously, the second rank of crossbowmen stepped forward, raised their crossbows, and fired…

Unlike the aimless and penetrating curved shots of longbows, the steel crossbows possessed immense power; even if they didn't hit a vital spot, they could leave a wounded man barely able to get up. After several volleys of crossbow bolts, the barbarian corpses littered the deer fortress, their cries of the dead mingling with the screams of the wounded. Those who were lucky enough to survive were powerless against this terrifying, metallic storm of attacks and turned to flee, colliding with the barbarian soldiers still desperately trying to push their way through the gaps in the deer fortress, creating chaos. Soon, the gaps were filled with barbarian soldiers crammed together, pushing and shoving each other, unable to advance or retreat.

Seeing that the time was right, Zifeng gave the order again, and the longbowmen unleashed another volley of arrows, this time fire arrows. As burning arrows rained down on the fortress, the black pigment revealed its grotesque true form—it wasn't ink or charcoal ash, but tung oil!

The fortress quickly burned into a wall of fire, and the barbarian soldiers trapped in the breach screamed as they were reduced to charred corpses. The war elephants, almost pressed against the flames on the outer edge of the fortress, also went berserk under the scorching heat and torment of the thick smoke. Many riders were thrown off and trampled to death. The out-of-control elephants, in order to escape the flames and smoke, turned and charged into their own troops, trampling them indiscriminately. Wherever they went, they caused heavy casualties. To avoid these behemoths, the barbarian soldiers jostled and trampled each other, creating a scene of utter chaos...

The chaos continued long after the wall of fire had disappeared. When the war elephants finally collapsed in exhaustion, the barbarian soldiers were either dead or wounded, and those who remained had neither the strength nor the courage to continue fighting.

At this moment, Zi Teng finally gave the order to attack. The armored soldiers of the Yanhuang Army, shield to shield, methodically crossed the now-ash-remains of the deer fortress, forming a mobile Great Wall that pressed towards the barbarian army.

The remaining barbarian soldiers, watching the approaching enemy, were bewildered and helpless—their king had vanished with his confidants in the earlier chaos. Now, who would lead them? Who could protect them?

Suddenly, a troop of cavalry charged out of the dense forest, blocking the advancing Yanhuang army. Leading them was a tall, red horse, with Yin Hua wielding a long sword, her silver hair flowing in the wind, exuding a heroic and dashing air.

The barbarian soldiers, who had been resigned to their fate, widened their eyes in surprise. "It's Lady Yin Hua!"

Seeing their reaction, Zi Teng felt a surge of pride. However, the act had to continue. He ordered his troops to halt and, accompanied by a pair of guards, rode to the front of the formation.

He deliberately feigned ignorance, sizing up Yinhua before speaking, "Who are you? How dare you block the advance of my army?" He

then glanced disdainfully at the small cavalry force, saying, "With your few men, I could raze you to the ground with a single command!"

"I know I am no match for your army, but as the daughter of the late king, I cannot stand by and watch my people be slaughtered. At this moment, I will not retreat a single step!"

Yinhua brandished her sword, refusing to yield an inch.

Wisteria, half-jokingly, revealed an admiring look. "As a fellow heir to the throne, you are far superior to that coward who runs faster than anyone else. I admire your courage. If I guarantee the safety of these routed soldiers, would you be willing to surrender?"

"If you spare my people, I am deeply grateful. However, if you want me to surrender, please treat me as a king here!"

"From my own perspective, you deserve such treatment, but what are your own conditions?"

"If you can keep your word, then I will have obtained everything I desire,"

Silver Flower replied, then dismounted and walked towards the scattered barbarian soldiers. "You are safe now. Go find your king, or go home."

The routed soldiers stared blankly at her, but none left. Soon, one of them suddenly knelt before her, followed by a second, a third… and soon they were all kneeling.

Just as the outcome of the Sand River battlefield was revealed, far to the west, in the Temple of the God of War of Lisas, the Temple Council was holding an emergency meeting.

The Temple Council is the highest decision-making body of the Temple of War and its subordinate Federal Magic Association, the Knights of the Hand of War, and the Temple Paladin Order, with a total of thirteen members. Besides the High Priestess, the spiritual leader of the Temple, there are representatives from various factions, including three high priests as the High Priestess's main assistants, three senior members of the Magic Association with the title of Scholar, three high-ranking paladins with federal honorary titles, and three high-ranking paladins with the title of Master.

High Priestess Camilla sat in the main seat, thoughtfully observing the council members seated in a circle below, engaged in discussion. Perhaps because it was a formal occasion, this High Priestess, hailed as the reincarnation of a Valkyrie, was not wearing her usual revealing long dress, but rather a formal priestess's attire. The pure white clerical robe completely concealed her body, creating a stark contrast with her long, black hair that reached her feet.

“This is absurd!”

A tall man in black knight's armor stood up, pointing to the half-body image of a woman displayed on the screen of the magic crystal in the center of the conference room, and said in a voice as rough as his body, “Professor Raven, you just said that the intelligence gathered from all sides indicates that this metasexual service trainer, Kasha Cross, is one hundred percent a woman. And as everyone knows, the traitor, Law Lu Cruze, is a man. The records in the Paladin Archives are infallible. I don’t understand what reason the people of the Magic Association have to believe that they are the same person?”

“Lord Garithos,”

a young-looking man with a full head of green hair stood up from the Magic Association’s seats, “I understand your doubts. However, firstly, we only consider it possible, because there is indeed a lot of evidence pointing to this possibility; secondly, it is not absurd. Magic that modifies the human body has always existed. As far as I know, its history can be traced back at least twenty-five years ago to create the Grey Wardens in order to fight against the Darkin tide. Nowadays, research on this magic has yielded great results. The Federation’s secret Spartan Project, which trains super soldiers, is based on these results.”

“We are aware of these things, but so far, all the use and research of this magic has been about enhancement or assimilation. We have never heard of anything like turning a man into a woman,”

an elderly paladin in golden armor beside Garithos chimed in. “Of course, I am not an authority on this matter, so, as the person in charge of the Spartan Project, Lord Khadgar, shouldn’t you offer your opinion?”

“Lord Uther, in fact, this kind of magic is theoretically absolutely possible,”

the somewhat aged archmage Khadgar replied. “In fact, the magic used to create the Grey Wardens was a kind of magic that partially darkinized humans. Since humans and darkin, as different races, can achieve such a transformation, there is no reason why the assumption that male and female humans, as the same race, can also undergo such a transformation is not valid.”

“Even so, this is still only a guess or a possibility,”

said an elderly priest from the temple’s seats. “Isn’t it a bit of an overreaction for us to be so nervous about such a possibility?”

"Gentlemen."

Camilla's icy voice interrupted the discussion among the attendees, and everyone fell silent instantly, all twelve pairs of eyes turning to the current de facto ruler of the temple.

“The reason you were able to enter the Council is not only because you are all accomplished and highly respected in your respective organizations and fields, but also because you are all witnesses to that partially hidden history from twenty years ago. Therefore, I don’t need to elaborate on the importance of that person to this country.”

She stood up and glanced around. “Although he is still in the far East, if something were to happen to him, it could very well have unpredictable effects on the history we know so far. Therefore, even if it is only a possible threat, we must take it seriously. I think it is necessary to send paladins to the East to investigate and, if necessary, provide effective protection for that person.”

After speaking, she looked at an old but robust male dwarf in the paladin seating area who had remained silent. “What do you think, Master Yoda?”

The chief paladin master, who had been resting with his eyes closed, slowly opened his eyes. “I agree with your opinion.”

As soon as he finished speaking, a dark elf paladin with pale blue skin next to him frowned, but before he could speak, the outspoken Garithos stood up again.

“There’s another important issue,”

he said. “Before fleeing due to his family’s treason, Lau. Lukruze was a highly respected and powerful paladin. Considering the possibility of confronting him, I believe we should send at least one master-level high-ranking paladin.”

“I don’t think so,”

the wise Archmage Antonioli interjected. “Every master paladin is a figure of interest to all powers. Mobilizing them would clearly send the message that this person is extremely important to the Federation. This could very well have the opposite effect.”

“Even if we can’t send a master paladin, to be on the safe side, we should send as many capable paladins as possible to carry out this mission,”

Garithos insisted.

“That’s probably impossible,”

the night elf, who had been wanting to speak, finally interjected.

“Galod, Master Shadowsong, what do you mean by this?”

“Currently, the Federation army is fighting against the rebellious Missirol province and the Kingdom of Saoris, which supports this rebellion. Most of the active-duty paladins have been deployed to the front lines. The remaining paladins, besides ensuring the minimum security for the temple, important Federation departments, and leaders, are also responsible for training the Spartan troops. As the personnel manager of the Paladin Order, I regret to inform you that under the current circumstances, we probably cannot even send out a single front-line regular paladin in the short term.”

“Actually… there is still a candidate,”

Master Yoda said, then, meeting everyone’s gaze, he continued, “Master Das Mel’s disciple, Marlan, has just completed all her training and assessments to become a regular paladin. She has not yet been assigned a mission.”

“I think this is inappropriate,”

another paladin, a dark-skinned middle-aged man, spoke up. “Marlan has just graduated from her apprenticeship; she’s too young and lacks the necessary experience.”

“I agree,”

Master Yoda replied, “but it’s undeniable that, apart from Shanan, who has already earned the title of master, she is the most outstanding apprentice in recent years. The graduation assessment concluded that her swordsmanship, use of holy energy, and ability to handle earth magic incidents are no less than most active paladins. I remember that assessment was also approved by you, wasn’t it, Master Yundo?”

“But Marlan is too willful, and often disobeys Master Mel’s instructions. Sending her on such an important mission is…”

Master Yundo wanted to argue further, but Master Yoda interrupted him.

“I remember you often disobeyed me when you were young.”

This sentence startled Yun Du, who awkwardly scratched his head and fell silent. Master Yoda continued, “Besides, due to Marlan’s special relationship with that person, when they are close enough, her holy energy will instinctively foresee the danger that person might encounter, which will be very helpful for this mission.”

“Then it’s decided,”

Camilla nodded, giving the final approval. “Have Marlan come here immediately.”

In a garden of the temple, the sound of swords cutting through the air was incessant. Under a tree blooming with unknown flowers, a tall girl was skillfully wielding two Draenor longswords.

Draenor longswords, the standard weapons of the paladins of the Temple of War, are named after the Draenor alloy used to forge them. The formula for this alloy is a top secret of the paladin order, its composition is extremely complex, and it uses a large amount of magic crystals.

The swords crafted in this way appear completely transparent in normal times, but during battle, they resonate with the holy energy within the paladins, emitting various colored lights. They are not only incredibly sharp and indestructible, but also capable of deflecting and even reflecting offensive magic.

The two longswords in the girl's hands emitted a sky-blue light, their color matching her waist-length hair that swayed gently in the wind behind her, giving her an ethereal, fairy-like appearance amidst the falling petals.

The girl's clothing was extremely simple; aside from knee-high boots and long, silk gloves covering her forearms, she wore only leather armor that barely covered her torso from her chest to her hips. The tight-fitting design perfectly accentuated her S-shaped curves, exposing her thighs, shoulders, and nearly half of her chest.

On a nearby stone bench sat another girl with short red hair. Her face, eyes, nose, and mouth were all round and cute, and her body was completely shrouded in a grey apprentice's robe, obscuring her figure. Watching the girl wielding her sword for a long time, she pouted and said, "I'm so envious of Marlan. She's already a full-fledged paladin, while I'm still in my apprenticeship."

Marlan smiled and stopped her movements. With a deep breath, the blue light on her sword faded, and it returned to transparency. "

If Master Mastass weren't unwell, you would definitely have advanced by now," she comforted her. "Don't worry, they'll arrange a new mentor for you soon."

As the two were talking, a tall man walked over from a distance. It was Dralig, one of the paladin masters responsible for the temple's security, known as the Troll for his exceptionally large physique and ferocious swordsmanship.

"Master Dralig."

Seeing him approach, the two girls quickly and respectfully bowed.

"Marlan, Master Yoda orders you to go to the council meeting immediately." "

The troll's language is like his swordsmanship—simple and to the point."

Saying goodbye to her playmates, Marlan hurriedly donned the gleaming robes typically worn by paladins at formal occasions and rushed to the council chamber. Facing the temple's intellectuals, the young girl felt a mixture of fear and curiosity; after all, summoning an ordinary paladin to the council chamber was almost unheard of.

"Marlan. Abidis."

The high priest's icy yet melodious voice sent a shiver down her spine.

"Yes!"

she replied somewhat flusteredly.

"From now on, everything you see and hear is a Federation secret, so there will be no written orders regarding this mission. I will only say this once: if anything I say is leaked, you will be wanted for treason."

Camilla paused for a moment to allow the somewhat terrified girl to recover, then activated a mechanism. A male half-body appeared in the pillar of light above the illuminating crystal in the center of the chamber. "Do you know who this is?"

she asked.

"Lao. Lu." "Kruze, the youngest son of the Kruze family, who committed treason and instigated the civil war twenty years ago; a former paladin, who fled after the civil war's defeat; a Class A wanted fugitive of the Federation." Marlan recited fluently.

"Very good."

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