Romance in the Frontier, Chapter Two

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A chaotic battlefield, a fierce battle.

Although the three-tiered line of spearmen was the most dangerous position for the cavalry charging in the front, the combined power of Ye Tianlong and Long Ling'er instantly shattered the first tier of spearmen. The armored knights then surged through the gaps in the line, charging straight into the center.

The war drums of the Eagle Flying Legion beat rapidly, the flags on the command tower changed constantly, and the soldiers attacking the Qingjiang camp retreated, joining the spearmen's line of fire. In an instant, the previously thinned line of fire became thick again.

The Eagle Flying Legion, understanding Ye Tianlong's intentions and route, had also mobilized its cavalry, charging in this direction. At any cost, as long as Ye Tianlong was intercepted and killed before the Qingjiang camp, the situation in the Fast civil war would be completely changed.

On the other hand, with most of the Eagle Legion soldiers besieging the Qingjiang camp having retreated, the defensive pressure was greatly reduced. Zuo Daojin seized the opportunity to redeploy troops, preparing to break out of the camp to support Ye Tianlong and his men's retreat. However, his actions were stopped by Yue Ru.

"His Majesty doesn't need your help right now, because he has enough strength to fight his way back,"

said the stunningly beautiful State Secretary to the giant general. She had her maid set up a zither on the camp wall.

After setting down the Wind and Thunder Zither, Yue Ru quickly tuned the strings. With a flick of her slender fingers, a heavenly melody resounded once again on the Qingjiang camp wall.

This time, Yue Ru's music traveled directly towards the battlefield outside the Qingjiang camp. Although the fierce battlefield was chaotic and noisy due to the fierce fighting between the enemy and their own forces, Yue Ru's music seemed to resonate in everyone's ears, reaching the depths of their hearts. In an instant, everyone's attention was captivated.

After a beautiful prelude, the music shifted, becoming filled with sounds of slaughter, like the clanging of swords and the thunderous roar of battle, seemingly causing the heavens and earth to lose their color.

The music invigorated Ye Tianlong, his spirits soaring and his aura intensifying. He felt a murderous intent filling his entire body, a black, bloodthirsty desire surging through his mind. Only the constant swinging of his sword and the spray of red blood gave him greater excitement.

The armored knights following behind him were equally excited and fanatical, for the music now echoed the music Yue Ru had played before their departure, fully unleashing the killing intent deep within them. Their bloodshot eyes blazed as they roared and screamed, wildly swinging their greatswords, cutting down spears and soldiers blocking their path.

For the soldiers of the Eagle Soaring Legion, however, Yue Ru's music ignited a strange fear and unease within them, causing their hearts to race, their breathing to become labored, and their fighting spirit and will to plummet.

Facing a forest of spears, Ye Tianlong swung his sword, instantly severing them all. The powerful black sword light struck, and the spearmen screamed and fell to the ground.

Meanwhile, Long Ling'er had already abandoned her own warhorse, leaning against Ye Tianlong on his back, allowing him to focus on charging forward without worrying about attacks from behind.

Thus, Ye Tianlong and Long Ling'er, bound by their spiritual connection, became one, riding a single warhorse and leading their armored knights with unstoppable force, piercing through layer after layer of spear formations.

"Fate, truly fate!"

Seeing Ye Tianlong approach the walls of the Qingjiang camp, Hai Yingyang finally halted his pursuit, ordering his cavalry to retreat slowly. He was familiar with the beautiful yet terrifying music emanating from the camp walls; across the entire continent, only one woman could play such terrifying, demonic music.

When Hai Yingyang first heard that this woman had joined Ye Tianlong's ranks as his state secretary, he sighed at the incredible luck of this scoundrel. He was one of the very few people on the entire continent who knew of her powerful abilities, and he never expected that even she would be used by Ye Tianlong.

"What kind of attraction does that man possess that makes you willingly serve him?"

Hai Yingyang thought to himself as he issued orders, regrouping his troops.

Powerful war drums sounded continuously, and a large number of dragon banners from the Tianlong Legion appeared on the horizon at the far end of the battlefield. Liu Qin'er's main force had finally broken through Hai Yingyang's defensive lines.

The arrival of powerful reinforcements greatly boosted the morale of the Qingjiang camp's defenders.

The camp gates opened wide, and Zuo Daojin led his troops out, joining Ye Tianlong's armored knights to launch a full-scale counterattack against Hai Yingyang's army.

Knowing the situation was hopeless, Hai Yingyang acted decisively, issuing a series of orders to regroup his troops across the battlefield to prevent them from being defeated piecemeal through a pincer attack.

If Hai Yingyang had only veteran soldiers who had followed him for many years, he might have continued fighting, and he even believed he could capture Qingjiang Camp soon after the start of the battle.

However, after continuous battles, more than half of his army consisted of newly recruited soldiers, some of whom had only recently joined the army and undergone minimal training. Their combat experience, skills, and teamwork were far inferior to the veterans.

After this retreat, he was determined to properly train these new recruits! Hai Yingyang thought to himself, calmly and methodically directing his troops to retreat in orderly formations, while archers continuously rained down arrows, preventing the enemy from getting close.

After a quarter of an hour, under Hai Yingyang's command, the Yingyang Legion, in a relatively orderly formation, slowly disengaged from the Tianlong Legion. During their retreat, they abandoned the outer perimeter of the Qingjiang camp they had already occupied and returned to their camp on the south bank of the Qingjiang River.

This battle at Qingjiang camp, relying on Zuo Dao's near-perfect defensive tactics and Ye Tianlong and Long Ling'er's sudden attacks, made Qingjiang camp stand like a towering mountain before Hai Yingyang. Although the Yingyang Legion suffered over ten thousand casualties, they still couldn't break through the gates of victory.

As they finally left the battlefield, Hai Yingyang looked regretfully at the Qingjiang camp under the setting sun. The originally grayish-yellow walls had turned a strange dark brown from absorbing the blood of the soldiers. He hadn't expected to suffer such a heavy price but still fail to capture Qingjiang camp, which filled him with resentment. He didn't

pursue them further, as the Tianlong Legion had also suffered considerable losses, and Hai Yingyang's tactics were unpredictable; falling into an ambush during the pursuit would be disastrous.

The flames of war gradually died down, and lingering smoke filled the air as the Tianlong Legion soldiers began to clean up the battlefield.

The battlefield was littered with the corpses of fallen soldiers, and the cries for help and groans of dying men echoed everywhere. As far as the eye could see, it was a scene of carnage and rivers of blood.

The Tianlong Legion's medics busily moved across the battlefield, saving as many lives as possible, for not long ago they had been comrades under the same banner.

Riding his horse across the battlefield after the battle, Ye Tianlong's nostrils were filled with the smell of gunpowder and the thick stench of blood. Despite the fierce battle, the fervor and excitement in his heart remained intense, and with no outlet for his pent-up emotions, Ye Tianlong's breathing was restless.

Long Ling'er, riding alongside him, was well aware of Ye Tianlong's state of mind, for their spiritual connection was not yet completely severed.

Feeling the increasingly boiling fire within Ye Tianlong and hearing his hot breath beside her, Long Ling'er, sitting in front of him, gradually felt her own emotions shift.

Soldiers cleaning up the battlefield nearby saw Ye Tianlong and Long Ling'er riding by and all bowed respectfully, offering their heartfelt respect and admiration. After all, their valiant performance on the battlefield was unimaginable.

"This is so annoying! It's uncomfortable at all."

Ye Tianlong nodded casually to the soldiers, then wrapped his arms tightly around Long Ling'er's slender waist from behind, whispering in her ear. His hoarse, dry voice made Long Ling'er inexplicably nervous, especially when he suddenly breathed hot air into her ear, causing her to tremble.

"Don't pull it off, turn it around!"

Feeling Ye Tianlong about to tear off her cloak, Long Ling'er quickly said. Being held so intimately, Long Ling'er felt her whole body heat up. She was both afraid and expectant, but if the cloak was removed, she would have nothing to cover herself with.

Before Long Ling'er could even move her cloak forward, Ye Tianlong's hands were already working in two directions, caressing her delicate body while simultaneously planting passionate kisses on her beautiful, fair neck.

"Mmm..."

With a shy moan, Long Ling'er nestled into Ye Tianlong's arms, pulling the cloak over her completely.

Ye Tianlong's practiced movements quickly aroused Long Ling'er, her face flushed, her eyes glistening with desire.

"Let the horse run!"

She wrapped her arms around Ye Tianlong's waist, turning her head slightly to rest on his shoulder, moaning softly as she spoke.

With that, Long Ling'er gently squeezed the horse's flanks, and the warhorse immediately neighed in understanding, galloping off.

The crimson lips offered to his mouth—how could Ye Tianlong let them escape? He lowered his head slightly, and his large mouth pressed against Long Ling'er's soft, cherry-like lips, then sucked on her fragrant, delicate tongue, licking it vigorously. At the same time, one of his large hands climbed up Long Ling'er's ample breasts, kneading them through her clothing, while his other hand moved down to the base of her full thighs, skillfully teasing and caressing them through her clothing.

Long Ling'er tightened her grip on Ye Tianlong's hands, violently twisting her slender, powerful waist as he moved them, her pink back and jade-like buttocks rubbing wildly against his chest and abdomen, her sealed mouth emitting soft, panting moans.

Galloping freely, Ye Tianlong felt the fire in his chest growing ever more intense, Long Ling'er's body in his arms burning hot, her delicate fragrance filling his nostrils, making his hands move even more violently.

His heart raced, his blood boiled.

The burning passion between Ye Tianlong and Long Ling'er intensified. Ye Tianlong pulled the breastplate covering her snow-white breasts down to her full, soft mounds, his fingertips gliding over her erect nipples. Long Ling'er's slender hands finally began to unfasten Ye Tianlong's lower garments.

...

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty..."

The shouts of soldiers came from afar behind them. The rapid clatter of hooves indicated the approaching cavalry from the Qingjiang camp, ordered by Liu Qin'er and others to retrieve Ye Tianlong.

"It seems someone is looking for you..." Struggling to maintain the last shred of reason, Long Ling'er kissed Ye Tianlong deeply, moaning softly as she spoke.

"Who cares! Let's enjoy ourselves first!"

This instantly extinguished all of Long Ling'er's reason. Her voice, soft and sweet as a mosquito's buzz, whispered in Ye Tianlong's ear, "Then let the horse go faster!"

Inspired by its two masters, the warhorse occasionally reared up and neighed, galloping freely across the vast land. Its cloak billowed in the wind, and its snow-white skin was covered in layers of fragrant sweat, tinged with a faint peach-red hue.

The sky gradually darkened, and small flames began to rise, lit by the soldiers of the Tianlong Legion. The scattered lights on the ground echoed the starlight in the sky, making the battlefield after the great battle appear both desolate and coldly beautiful.

Fortunately, the warhorse, carrying Ye Tianlong and Long Ling'er, had left the crowded area and was galloping freely across the vast land, with only occasional glimpses of distant stars and figures along the way.

A cool breeze blew, incredibly comfortable, so comfortable she couldn't contain herself. Long Ling'er indulged in unbridled joy, fully enjoying this unprecedented pleasure. A wilder, more exquisite sensation than ever before surged through her body and mind, as if every inch of her flesh had been reborn.

Long Ling'er's unrestrained, alluring wildness brought Ye Tianlong even greater stimulation and excitement; the almost boiling flames of passion burned completely within him, releasing all his desires and impulses.

She didn't know how long this revelry lasted, but finally, Long Ling'er had no strength left to writhe. Before her eyes were only hazy, dazzling illusions; a massive, surging wave of pleasure descended upon her, and every cell, every hair on her body, was cheering and leaping

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