[Urban] Turbulent Times and Love (Complete) - 4-6

Chapter Five: The Smoke of War in the Northern Frontier.

Upon hearing this, not only Zhang Taiyue, but even the Crown Prince, as his elder brother, couldn't help but become solemn. The two exchanged glances, their eyes simultaneously revealing a uniquely male shame mixed with embarrassment.

"Although the Xiang Party is currently in power, and corruption is rampant,"

Long Qianyu continued without looking at them, "the Yanhuang are ultimately not the Yanhuang of the Xiang family, much less those corrupt officials under the Xiang family. They can prey on the people, they can ignore their suffering, but you, my brother, and you, Master Zhang, and all you loyal ministers, cannot turn a blind eye."

"The world is full of righteousness!"

Zhang Taiyue exclaimed excitedly, "Your Highness's righteous words truly shame us. We cannot lose the hearts of the people. Although we cannot release Prince Li from prison now, for the sake of the people of the Northern Frontier, we should still fight for every ounce of strength we can!"

"The most urgent task right now is to send Prince Li's military tally, which has been held by the Ministry of War, back to the northern frontier as a precaution,"

Long Qianyu instructed. "Brother, it's inconvenient for you to handle this personally, so Master Zhang and I will take care of it. I'll explain to Father Emperor later."

The setting sun shone on the vast grasslands beyond the Great Wall. In the royal tent of the Khanate of the Azure Sky, the Sun Khan sat on the ground with his princes and generals, eating meat around a fire pit. The princes devoured the roasted mutton, occasionally raising their cups in toast. Only the Sun Khan, seated in the main seat, remained motionless, staring blankly at the flames.

As time passed, the princes grew increasingly uneasy, but none dared to disturb him. Only a young girl beside Taiyang Khan brought him meat, saying, "Father Khan, Father Khan..."

"Hmm?"

Taiyang Khan seemed to wake up, shaking his head and saying, "Father Khan isn't hungry right now. I'm thinking about the battle at Yinshan."

"Great Khan,"

the Left Wise King couldn't help but ask, "If my army launches a full-scale attack, Longcheng will surely be captured in an instant. I don't understand why you only sent the Right Wise King's 30,000 men to attack. Isn't that a waste of time?" "

Captured in an instant?"

Taiyang Khan laughed, "What good is capturing one Longcheng? There's still Tianshui City, Weiwu City, Baiyun Pass... Is my nation's strength going to be wasted on endless sieges and breaches?"

"..."

Everyone looked at each other, speechless.

"Now that Li Gan is imprisoned, it is a golden opportunity for our Khanate to reclaim the ancestral lands of the Northern Frontier. Yet you are so brave but lack strategy; how can you possibly reclaim our ancestral lands?"

"We are incompetent..."

"Fine, I didn't expect much wisdom from you anyway."

Taiyang Khan said helplessly, "To completely defeat an enemy, you must find what he fears most. I ask you, what does the Li family fear most?" "

..."

Everyone fell silent again.

"Sigh..."

Taiyang Khan sighed and turned his gaze to the girl from before, "Xuelan, tell me."

"Li Gan is not afraid of you, Father Khan, nor is he afraid of my two hundred thousand iron cavalry. What he fears most is losing the trust of their emperor, and also the schemes and underhanded attacks from those ministers in the court who hold differing political views."

The girl said unhurriedly, "There is an old saying in the West: a fortress is most easily breached from within. Once the Yanhuang Emperor is given a reason to suspect the Li family's disloyalty, and the ministers in the Yanhuang court are given the opportunity to launch underhanded attacks, then, not only Longcheng, but even Baiyun Pass will fall without a fight."

"Well said..."

Taiyang Khan said with satisfaction, "And a suspicious emperor, a group of ministers plotting against Li Gan—the Yanhuang people have none of these. Li Gan's imprisonment this time is thanks to the underhanded tactics of those ministers. And three years ago, his younger brother Li Yong died in battle, and the emperor, to protect his confidants, framed him for being greedy and reckless. Since then, the Northern Army has been dissatisfied with that emperor, and their emperor is always wary of the Northern Army."

He picked up a bowl of milk wine to moisten his throat and continued: "Li Gan is now in prison, and his military seal has been confiscated. No one in the northern frontier has the authority to mobilize troops. The reason I besieged Longcheng without conquering it this time was to force them to mobilize their troops privately. Then, their emperor's suspicion and the ministers' sabotage will help us reclaim the northern grasslands!"

The setting sun completely disappeared on the horizon, and night reigned over the sky. At this time, the Yinshan Pass was filled with the sounds of battle, and beacon towers were lit with smoke signals, which were relayed all the way to Baiyun Pass. However, there was no movement at the place where the northern army was stationed.

Under the cover of night, the Ningyuan City garrison was filled with singing and dancing. At a banquet, the city garrison commander Zhang Huan was entertaining Zi Teng. After a few rounds of drinks, Zhang Huan smiled and said, "It's getting late. Young Marshal, you still have to lead the troops tomorrow. Why don't you rest early? I know your preferences, so I have specially prepared some game. I hope you will accept it."

Zhang Huan clapped his hands three times, and two soldiers pushed a woman in.

Zifeng carefully examined the gift from head to toe. To his surprise, the woman before him was an orc, and a rare feline at that. With wheat-colored skin, a petite figure, and short, tousled hair that barely reached her shoulders, it was hard to associate this lovely girl with an orc if it weren't for the peek of her ears and the faint glimpse of her tail beneath her tattered clothes.

"This is a gift from an orc village in the mountains, sent in exchange for food,"

Zhang Huan explained with a beaming smile. "I wonder if the young marshal is satisfied?"

"It's truly a great favor, Lord City Guardian. In that case, I humbly accept."

"Very well, then I won't disturb the young marshal's enjoyment any longer."

Zhang Huan and the others withdrew through the gate, which closed gently behind them.

With no one in the way, Zifeng more freely scrutinized the orc woman, her seemingly youthful face displaying a hungry expression, her eyes fixed intently on… the leftover food on the table.

"Hungry?"

Zi Teng reached out and lifted her chin, not finding it strange at all. In a place like the Beastman Kingdom, where strength was revered, the weaker cat tribe, if they didn't want to become slaves of other powerful races, had no choice but to flee their homeland to human-controlled areas. However, one could imagine what their lives would be like under the rule of humans, who had a long-standing feud with the Beastmen.

The girl nodded somewhat blankly, looking at Zi Teng with pleading eyes. Soon her pleading got an answer. Zi Teng stretched out his left hand, and his inner force formed a powerful suction that pulled the dining table over.

"Meow?"

The girl looked at the unfamiliar human man with surprise, receiving a tacit nod from him. She could no longer control herself and pounced on the table, devouring the food.

Zi Teng went forward and tore open the clothes on her back, stroking her wheat-colored skin. Although the skin of an Beastman was not as smooth as that of a human, it was firm and elastic. His hand reached forward around the girl's waist. He was a little disappointed by the size of her breasts, but fortunately, they were very elastic.

Wisteria further tore her clothes off her body, but the girl showed no shame or resistance. Hunger and the desire for food had overcome all shame and fear. She simply continued to devour the leftovers on the table, letting Wisteria play with her body.

Wisteria reached between the girl's legs, her palm caressing her plump vulva, her fingers threading through her soft, thick pubic hair, digging into the cleft. Only then did the girl's body begin to react more normally; the untouched flesh tightly enveloped the entering fingers, and defensive fluids increased.

Wisteria unzipped her pants, spread the girl's legs with her knees, held her slender waist with one hand, and with the other grasped her own penis, inserted it into the girl's already wet vagina. The penis forced its way through the tight flesh; perhaps due to the promiscuous nature of orc women, they did not have hymens, and Wisteria's entry was unimpeded. Soon, after most of the penis was inside, Wisteria felt that she had reached the end of the girl's vagina.

The girl's body trembled, low whimpers escaping her nose, but she didn't stop eating. Hunger had overcome all pain at this moment.

It was pitiful, but that made sense; in the face of survival, things like chastity were meaningless. Zifang felt a pang of sympathy for this foreign girl, but at this point, his body was completely incapable of stopping. Desire no longer allowed him to think of her; he unconsciously continued his piston-like thrusting.

"Mmm... ooh... ooh..."

Even though his mind was filled only with the desire for food, his body still felt it. The girl let out muffled moans from her mouth, which was stuffed with food. Zifang continued his thrusting. The orc girl's body was very strong, and being a virgin, the tightness of her vagina was incomparable to any human woman he had ever enjoyed. The pressure and friction caused by the tightness were very pleasurable to him.

"Mmm... ah... no... ooh..."

After a while, the girl seemed to have eaten her fill and stopped eating. Fortunately, hunger had already fulfilled its purpose of helping her through the painful period of losing her virginity; the sounds coming from her empty mouth seemed to contain little pain.

"Full? Then focus on paying for your meal."

Zi Teng panted, the girl's unprecedented tightness making him a little uncomfortable. He grabbed her arm from behind and pulled hard, causing her body to lean back limply.

Zi Teng then lifted her legs, pulling her body into his arms, and sat down at the table, continuing to thrust his hips while using his hands to support her body as he began an even more intense thrusting motion.

"Ah... um... no..."

the girl moaned intermittently. Each time, Zi Teng's penis almost completely withdrew from her vagina, then plunged in deeply again. His huge penis repeatedly and forcefully pounded into the deepest part of her vagina, wave after wave of impact causing her lower body to continuously flow with lustful fluids.

"Hmm...not bad...this time...I'll catch a lion-clan member and try it out..." Each

time she was penetrated, the girl's vaginal walls would contract strongly in a retaliatory manner, the intense pleasure making Zi Teng unconsciously begin to have a new wicked plan...

He probably didn't realize that the lion-clan beauty of his dreams was being violated by a large group of low-level orcs at this moment. ********** ... Orcs are a race ranked by strength. Normally, higher-ranking orcs can control a certain number of lower-ranking orcs by force. However, for the Lion Clan, who suffered heavy losses in the civil war and now only have a few thousand left, maintaining control over their lower-ranking orcs requires a different approach. "What are you all standing around for? Hurry up and get on with it!" the female orc said coldly. Before she finished speaking, she was pushed down. The tall minotaur leader straddled her, excitedly kneading her enormous breasts, creating a deep cleavage. He inserted his massive penis into them, then gripped her breasts tightly with both hands, squeezing them until his penis was completely enveloped by her smooth flesh. The minotaur leader thrust excitedly, his thick penis repeatedly pushing against her breasts, repeatedly hitting her face. The stench made her nauseous. Beside them, the troll chieftain and the low-ranking orc chieftain's lustful eyes seemed to spit fire as they gazed at the alluring flesh between the female orc's parted legs. They rushed forward simultaneously. The troll was nimble and gained position, but agility didn't pay the orcs. A powerful punch from the low-ranking orc sent him tumbling aside. His green penis quickly pressed against the female orc's thick labia, and with a thrust, it slid in completely. The female orc's vaginal walls seemed to come alive, adjusting their tightness to completely clamp down on the penis, leaving no gaps. With each thrust, the vaginal walls rubbed intensely against it. "Oh...so good..." the low-ranking orc chieftain panted. Even for a strong orc, such intense friction was taking its toll. "Hmm?" The minotaur chieftain turned around and found someone had already taken the lead. He swung a punch, sending the green creature, who was enjoying itself, rolling to the side. Then, his massive, reddish-brown penis took the place of his green counterpart. "Ah..." The female orc's vagina had just adjusted to accommodate the size of the low-level orc when suddenly something even larger entered. The female orc's eyes widened and she cried out. The unprecedented feeling of fullness in her vagina caused her body to convulse. With the sudden thrust of the penis, an indescribable pleasure spread throughout her body. Her vaginal walls quickly adjusted again, tightly enveloping the minotaur chieftain's enormous penis. "So tight, so good..." The minotaur chieftain panted heavily as he thrust forcefully, while continuing to play with the massive orbs of flesh. The troll chieftain, somewhat sobered from the earlier punch, learned his lesson and knew he couldn't possibly penetrate her with his own strength. So, he decided to try a different approach, moving in front of the female orc and bringing his penis to her mouth, ready to insert it. "Get out of here!" Unfortunately, he wasn't the only one who regained consciousness. The low-level orc chieftain's iron fist struck him again. The troll chieftain, who had rolled to the doorway, stared blankly for a long time, then dejectedly joined the large-scale battle outside. A green penis was thrust into the female orc's mouth, the enormous shaft almost completely filling her oral cavity. She felt a sense of suffocation, struggling to breathe with her mouth wide open. Each thrust of the penis brought out copious amounts of saliva, which dripped down the corners of her mouth to the ground. The sounds of flesh colliding filled the entire tent, blending into the grand chorus outside. The female orc was sandwiched between them like a doll, letting the tauren and low-level orcs play with her, responding to the two brutal beasts' thrusts. Time passed slowly, and the low-level orcs on the female orc outside changed batch after batch. Inside the tent, the two rapists' movements became faster and faster, their breathing becoming increasingly heavy. Finally, the lower-ranking orc chieftain, slightly weaker in stamina, erupted first. He gripped the female orc's head tightly, thrusting his penis near her throat, and spurts of foul-smelling liquid gushed out. His limp, green penis was pulled out, and murky green fluid gushed out with it. "You bastard, you're fucking disgusting." The minotaur chieftain cursed, punching the female orc's face covered in green semen, and the panting lower-ranking orc chieftain rolled out of the tent. "Damn it, I'm about to cum too!" After thrusting for a while, the minotaur chieftain yelled, pulling out his penis and mounting the female orc again, grabbing the breasts that enveloped his penis and thrusting wildly. The semen clinging to his penis mingled with the sweat between her breasts, making a sizzling sound as it thrust in and out, occasionally spurting out white foam. "You stinking woman, always ordering us around, today I'll show you what I'm made of!" he roared, his tall body convulsing as a gush of murky, foul-smelling semen erupted, almost completely covering the female orc's upper body. "Hoo... this slut... she's really something..."

After ejaculating, the minotaur chieftain felt weak all over and lay motionless to the side.

The female orc stood up, walked to the side, grabbed a bucket of water, and poured it over her head. The water washed away the semen from her body, but it couldn't wash away the scratches and teeth marks left from the rape.

"Rosa, you've suffered so much."

A somewhat aged voice came from behind. The female orc turned around and saw her father, the old lion king Muradin, his face filled with guilt as he aged.

"It's nothing, Father. Aren't my sisters suffering too? For the future of the lion race, we must win this battle."

The female orc said firmly.

"Future? Do we even have a future?"

The old lion king smiled bitterly. "Our future was lost in the civil war a year ago. What good is winning this battle? It's just using the blood of our people to pave the way for others."

"Father..."

The old lion king fell silent, and the female orc also fell silent. Father and daughter looked up at the sky. Did the lion race still have a future?

Chapter Six: Night Raid

Yinshan Mountain under the moon was originally a quiet, uninhabited place. The only man-made structures on the mountain were a rather large mausoleum and a small courtyard in front of it, presumably the residence of the tomb keeper.

"If only the Flying General of Longcheng were here, the barbarian horses would not dare cross Yinshan."

The owner of this tomb was none other than Li Yong, the Flying General of Longcheng, who died in battle three years ago.

However, this night, the tranquility of Yinshan Mountain was shattered by deafening battle cries, and flames soared into the sky at Longcheng at the foot of the mountain. Thirty thousand iron cavalry under the command of the Right Wise King of the Cangtian Khanate were attacking this crucial pass of Yinshan. Li Yong's heroic spirit remained in Longcheng, where he fought in life, but now, it was no longer able to stop the barbarian horses from crossing Yinshan.

The battle cries below not only disturbed the rest of the dead but also those guarding them. A woman and her horse stood atop Yinshan Mountain, gazing at the battlefield below.

The rider was a woman in her early twenties, with a slender waist and a cascading black hair that fell like a waterfall from her golden hairband. She wore a veil, concealing her true appearance except for a pair of large eyes that exuded a hint of coldness.

After observing for a long time, as if making a decision, the woman reined in her horse and turned back, galloping towards the villa beside the tomb. Back in her room, she removed her veil, revealing a face no less alluring than her captivating figure. Her eyebrows were like light wisps of smoke, her eyes like deep pools reflecting the sun, and her nose was slightly upturned, exuding an air of arrogance and grace.

She hurriedly pulled out a chest, opened it, and then, with lightning speed, removed her luxurious but somewhat cumbersome silk dress. Her snow-white skin, bathed in moonlight streaming through the window, resembled the snow and ice of the Yinshan Mountain peak.

She took out clothes from the chest one by one, and put them on. A red silk corset wrapped around her armpits, tightly covering her two snow-capped peaks. The corset was secured by a silver scalloped shoulder guard in the shape of a snow orchid on her left shoulder, from which a red ribbon trailed behind her.

A short skirt made of ferret fur, dyed red, covered her from the waist down, but revealed almost her entire thighs, followed by a pair of equally red knee-high leather boots.

Finally, she put a silver-white glove, inlaid with the Xuanmen insignia, on her right hand, turned, and walked out of the house.

In the backyard of the villa, there was a memorial altar, a place to commemorate the deceased in the tomb behind the house. A sword lay horizontally on a wooden stand among the incense and candles, its hilt decorated with a phoenix carving.

"The general's reputation was shattered after a hundred battles, his body wrapped in horsehide in the Yinshan Mountains."

A couplet adorned both sides of the altar, these were lines written by Li Yong's close friend, a famous frontier poet, in mourning for his old friend.

Like this poet, countless people across the land grieved for the untimely death of this famous general from the north, and lamented his reckless ambition and ambition. However, what were the true facts of that battle three years ago, and how many people actually knew?

“Father…”

the woman murmured. Li Xingyu was the only descendant of the Flying General of Longcheng, born from her mother’s corpse during childbirth. Giving birth to a child from a corpse was considered an ominous sign, and coupled with another, even more embarrassing reason for the family, she was sent to the Xuanmen sect at a young age. Her existence became a secret confined to the Northern Army.

“Although the court has wronged you, you must, like me, be unable to let go of the soldiers who followed you,”

Li Xingyu murmured, reaching for the sword on the altar. “So, may your soul protect your daughter from the afterlife.”

She ran to the very back of the tomb, which appeared to be a mass grave, filled with thousands of tombs scattered haphazardly. At the entrance to this eerie cemetery stood a half-human-sized stone phoenix sculpture, a narrow slit in its back just large enough to insert a sword blade.

She drew her sword, gripping it not with the hilt, but with the sharp blade, and plunged it into the phoenix's spine. Blood flowed down the groove, seeping into the stone elephant.

Suddenly, muffled, eerie sounds rose and fell. The stone slabs on the "graves" were lifted, and black figures crawled out.

Black armor covered their entire bodies, black cloaks blocked their heads from the air, and ghostly masks concealed their faces.

Two black swords, their hilts adorned with skulls, emerged from their cloaks. Shields with terrifying serrated edges were embedded in their arms. At their waists, one side held a black crossbow, the other a container for arrows. In their hands, black halberds gleamed coldly in the moonlight.

"Hiss..."

A strange panting came from beneath the mask. These warriors, seemingly crawling out of hell, gathered before her, their burning gazes fixed on the woman who had awakened them, their new master—eyes yearning for slaughter!

She pulled the Phoenix Sword from the crack in the rock and raised it high.

"Roar!"

The black-clad warriors roared excitedly in hoarse voices. In their hazy memories, every time their master raised this sword, it meant they could drink blood and slaughter to their heart's content.

Under the moonlight, a quiet post road was suddenly filled with the rapid sound of hooves. Immediately afterward, a rider galloped past, carrying a red-armored knight straight towards the capital. A cloud of dust billowed up from the post road…

A group of riders galloped to the city gate. The knight reined in his horse, and in the moonlight, the leader was revealed to be a female general. Upon closer inspection, her appearance bore an uncanny resemblance to Li Xingyu, the tomb guardian on Yinshan Mountain, though she appeared slightly thinner and had a healthy wheat-colored complexion. She looked up at the city gate and shouted, “Open the gate! Open the gate now!”

The Imperial Guards on night watch appeared on the city wall, impatiently shouting, “Who dares to shout like that?”

The female general cried out, “Please let me into the city quickly, I have urgent military intelligence…”

“The city gates are already closed! Even if it’s urgent, you’re not allowed in! Get out, come back at dawn.”

“Wait,”

a man who looked like an officer ran out of the city wall and asked, “Who are you?”

The female general replied, “I am Li Xingmeng, the Princess of the Northern Frontier, with extremely urgent military intelligence to report to His Majesty!”

From the Northern Frontier? The officer pondered to himself, "The young master instructed that anyone from the northern frontier must not be allowed into the city...

" He sneered and shouted, "Where did this wild woman come from? No scepter, no identification documents, yet she dares to impersonate a princess? Does she have a death wish? Get out of here!"

"Hmph!"

Li Xingmeng sneered, "You all probably want some silver, right? I have some!"

Upon hearing about silver, the guards on the city wall all leaned down to look. She took something from her bosom, threaded it onto an arrow, drew her bow, and shouted, "Take it!"

The arrow whizzed past, grazing the officer's head and striking a pillar of the city tower.

The officer, startled, collapsed to the ground, taking a long time to recover before roaring, "You wretched woman! You're trying to murder a high-ranking official? Unforgivable! Prepare the arrows!"

The guards drew their bows, aimed, and pointed down at the city.

Li Xingmeng, fearless, shouted, "You dog slaves, look closely! That's my jade token on the arrow! You can't afford to delay my mission!"

Several guards pulled out the arrow and saw that it indeed bore the identity token reserved for members of a noble family outside the main royal clan, clearly inscribed with the words "Princess Li Xingmeng of the Northern Frontier." They were horrified and tremblingly handed it to the officer. The officer, too, was dumbfounded. He had assumed it was a messenger or something, but now, "This…this…"

At that moment, two carriages silently approached the city gate. Inside were Long Qianyu and Zhang Taiyue, who had just arranged for the Northern Frontier military token to be sent away.

Zhang Taiyue rolled up the carriage window and looked out, his brows furrowed. "They actually dare to break into the capital at night! These people are incredibly bold."

Looking closer, he was startled. "That armor...isn't that the Northern Army's?"

"It seems something has happened in the Northern Army, otherwise no one would want to enter the city at this time. Let's go see."

Long Qianyu leaned out of another carriage. The two got off and went to the large lantern at the city gate. Long Qianyu looked up and said, "Who's patrolling the city? Open the gate quickly!"

"It's Your Highness...this humble servant will open the gate immediately."

The officer, who had been hesitant, heard this, peeked out, and immediately found a way out. He quickly smiled and ordered the guards, "Quick! Quick! Open the gate!"

The two approached. "Aren't you..."

Zhang Taiyue looked the red-armored girl up and down, his face full of surprise, "Xingmeng?"

"Greetings, Uncle Zhang."

Li Xingmeng bowed, then asked urgently, "Uncle, do you know how my father is doing now?"

“You don’t need to worry about that. The Prince has been secretly pardoned and should be released soon,”

Long Qianyu answered first.

Li Xingmeng then noticed her presence and cautiously asked, “And who is this?”

“This is Princess Qianyu, the Ninth Princess,”

Zhang Taiyue introduced.

"Ah?"

Li Xingmeng was startled and hurriedly knelt down to pay her respects. "Greetings, Your Highness. I am in armor and cannot perform the proper ceremony. Please forgive me."

"Get up quickly."

Long Qianyu stepped forward to help her up and asked urgently, "What major military situation has occurred in the northern frontier? Why did you, a princess, come in person?"

"This evening, the Right Wise King of the Cangtian Khanate led 30,000 troops to break through the Yinshan Pass and besiege Longcheng City. At the same time, the main force of the Cangtian Khanate, 200,000 cavalry, has also moved to the vicinity of the Yinshan Pass."

Li Xingmeng's answer was equally urgent. "Since dusk, I have sent several batches of messengers to deliver messages, but there has been no movement. It seems that they were intercepted before reaching the Emperor. I had no choice but to come in person to meet the Emperor as a princess."

As the three were talking, the officer from before hurriedly opened the city gate. Long Qianyu stepped forward and instructed him, "Go to the Grand Secretary's residence immediately and tell the two Grand Secretaries, the elder and the younger, that there is an emergency in the north, and the Princess personally rushed into the palace to report it. I'm taking her to see the Emperor now. At the same time, I suggest that the two of them also hurry to the palace, otherwise, if the Emperor listens to the Princess's side of the story, it will probably be very disadvantageous for them."

Then, she turned to Li Xingmeng and said, "Get in my carriage, this way we can avoid the troublesome checks by the Imperial Guards."

The carriage headed towards the palace, and upon seeing the princess's carriage, the Imperial Guards and the Imperial Household Department wisely refrained from questioning them. Inside the carriage, looking at the somewhat naive girl opposite him, Long Qianyu was secretly amazed, completely forgetting that he wasn't much older than her.

"I never imagined that a girl like you would dare to storm the palace to report such a disaster. You know, when high-ranking officials in the court encounter such a thing, they would all make excuses and delay as long as possible. Only when they can no longer hide it will they report it indirectly. Aren't you afraid at all?"

"Afraid?"

Li Xingmeng replied with a smile, "Xingmeng went to the battlefield with her father when she was thirteen. She has been through the clash of swords and the bloodshed. She doesn't think there's anything in this world to be afraid of."

"That's because you've lived on the frontier for so long and don't know the dangers in the court,"

Long Qianyu shook her head and said, "By the way, it's best not to mention the possibility of the military report being withheld in front of the Emperor."

"Why? This was clearly done by the Xiang Party, targeting my father. Withholding military reports is a serious crime. Isn't this a good opportunity to strike at the Xiang Party?"

“You’re oversimplifying things. Believe it or not, even if you bring it up, Father won’t do anything to the Xiang family now,”

Long Qianyu said with a bitter smile. “Father has already pardoned your father. At this critical juncture, he can’t possibly strike the Xiang family a second time.” At

this moment, Long Zhengtian was fast asleep. In his dream, he was riding the symbol of the dynasty, the Azure Dragon, the sacred beast of the East, soaring through the clouds. Suddenly, a cold wind arose, and dark clouds churned. The Vermilion Bird of the South, the Black Tortoise of the North, and the White Tiger of the West—three sacred beasts—roared out from the clouds and tore the Azure Dragon beneath him to pieces…

“Ah!”

He awoke from the nightmare with a start, cold sweat beading on his forehead. What did that dream mean? What did those three sacred beasts, which threatened to kill him and his country, represent? Were they the northern barbarians, the western beastmen, and the southern savages? Or… impossible… A most terrifying possibility almost suffocated him with fear.

"Your Highness."

"Is Father asleep? There's an urgent military situation in the north."

He suddenly heard such a conversation outside.

"Your Majesty, he just..."

"I haven't slept yet!"

Upon hearing of the urgent military news, Long Zhengtian immediately got out of bed, walked to the door, and feigned authority, saying, "What happened in the northern frontier?"

Almost simultaneously, Xiang Lang and Xiang Qingwen rushed over, panting, and knelt down to pay their respects, "Your Majesty, we pay our respects."

"Rise."

Long Zhengtian glanced impatiently at the father and son, then turned to the four who had arrived first, "Speak of what happened."

Long Qianyu gestured for Li Xingmeng to answer, and she stepped forward and knelt down, saying, "This evening, the Right Wise King's 30,000 troops of the Cangtian Khanate broke through the Yinshan Pass and besieged Longcheng. At the same time, the main force of the Cangtian Khanate, 200,000, has also moved to a point not far from the pass and assembled."

"What?"

Long Zhengtian was shocked and asked, "This evening? Why is it taking so long to report?"

"Your Majesty, since dusk, I have sent several batches of couriers with earth spirit talismans to urgently report to the cabinet, but there has been no reply. I had no choice but to think of coming to the palace at night as a princess to report this."

"Several batches of couriers?"

Long Zhengtian roared, demanding of Zhang Taiyue, "You, the Minister of War, know absolutely nothing about this?" "Your Majesty," Zhang Taiyue replied,

"according to custom, urgent military intelligence from the western front, the northern border, and the southeast is directly reported to Your Majesty through the Grand Secretariat. It's impossible for my Ministry of War to receive it." Long Zhengtian immediately turned to look at the Xiang family father and son. Xiang Lang was startled, but he also somewhat understood what had happened. Looking at his son, his face turned deathly pale with anger. He hadn't expected Xiang Qingwen to have caused such a huge mess behind his back.

Xiang Qingwen glanced at his father, shuddered, and hurriedly knelt down, saying, "The cabinet only received the news tonight and plans to report it at tomorrow's morning court..."

"Tomorrow? By tomorrow, the barbarians will probably have reached Baiyun Pass!"

Long Zhengtian roared, "Whenever it's bad news, you can delay it day by day, hour by hour! Hmph... If it's good news, would you delay? You'd be rushing to deliver it to me! From now on, anything concerning the overall situation must not be delayed; I must know it on the same day!"

The Xiang father and son trembled and kowtowed, saying, "Yes, Your Majesty."

"Are you the Princess of the Northern Frontier?"

After calming down slightly, Long Zhengtian turned and asked, "Then tell me, what exactly is the Northern Frontier Army doing? Just watching the barbarians enter Yinshan?"

"Your Majesty, it's not that our Northern Frontier Army is passively avoiding battle; it's just that my father is imprisoned in the Imperial Prison, and our military seal is held by the Ministry of War. Without orders, our Northern Frontier Army dares not act rashly."

"Dare not act rashly? Don't you know that a general in the field may disobey orders? What do you mean by 'no military orders'? I think you're afraid that if you take action without authorization, I'll blame Father? What do you take me for? A foolish ruler who can't distinguish right from wrong? Aren't you afraid that if you lose cities and territories, I'll blame Li Gan too?"

Long Zhengtian roared, then seemed to remember something, "Wait? Who said Li Gan is still in prison? Didn't I order his release? Cao Chun!"

"Ah?"

Cao Chun feigned surprise, "The Ministry of Justice has not received any relevant imperial edict, and the Cabinet has not issued such an order."

"Xiang Lang!"

Long Zhengtian was furious, "Do you think that just because I didn't write it down, it's not an imperial edict?"

"Your subject dares not..."

Xiang Lang trembled.

"Dare not? You did it anyway! Bring paper and pen!"

The eunuchs immediately brought writing materials, and Long Zhengtian picked up a brush and wrote, "Take this imperial edict and immediately release Li Gan. Tell him to return to the northern frontier at once!"

After finishing writing, he looked around and flew into a rage again, "Where is my imperial seal?" The fierce battle in

Longcheng

continued. The boiling oil poured from the city walls turned the moat into a river of fire. Groups of cavalry galloped around the city walls, and men were constantly falling from their horses amidst the cannon fire and arrows flying from the walls. The arrows they fired also continuously shot down the defending soldiers on the walls.

Below the walls, long ladders were erected along the walls, and countless Hu soldiers climbed up the walls, braving the rolling stones and hot oil. They were driven down in droves, and more and more climbed up.

On the city wall, the large banner bearing the character "Li" stood firm amidst flying stones and a hail of arrows. The small number of defenders fought desperately. Strangely, among the defenders, dressed in the standard armor of the northern army, were many soldiers wearing leather armor of the nomadic people and wielding curved swords. The general commanding the overall situation from the city wall was also a woman dressed as a nomadic person.

Her skin, almost wheat-colored, was the most common skin tone for women of this ethnic group who roamed the vast deserts and grasslands. The tight-fitting long robes often worn by nomadic noblewomen covered their entire bodies from the neck down, revealing their exquisite curves. The high slits of the long skirts exposed their round and strong thighs, and below that were a pair of soft leather boots with extremely long shafts that reached the mid-thighs.

The woman was the daughter of the former Right Wise King of the Cangtian Khanate. Three years ago, after her father was murdered and seized power by the new Right Wise King, she fled to the northern frontier with a few loyal followers. She was taken in by Li Yong, who was then leading troops stationed in Longcheng. After her benefactor died in battle, partly to repay his kindness and partly to await an opportunity for revenge, she remained in Longcheng to fight alongside her former enemies.

Now, when she needed to fight her former kin again, her first opponent was none other than her enemy. Fate truly loved to play cruel tricks…

Right Wise King Togo watched his troops' progress from a nearby camp. He watched with great interest as the catapults traced beautiful arcs through the air with stones in the firelight… before smashing several ladders teeming with his own men to the ground.

An accident, just an accident… he told himself. He then looked at his cavalry, who were charging towards the city walls, firing a dense barrage of arrows… but why were so many cavalrymen lying motionless on their horses like the dead? Upon closer inspection, he saw several arrows shot from the city walls embedded in each of them; they really were all dead…

His good mood was gradually ruined, so he went to watch his infantry climb the siege ladders. What a spectacular sight! They were falling down like dumplings being dropped into a pot, but this was not what he wanted to see…

Completely losing the will to watch the battle, Togo returned to his tent. In the center of the tent was a large wooden chair, on which a naked middle-aged woman was bound.

Her shoulders rested on the back of the chair, her arms hanging over the back, her hands tightly bound to the back legs of the chair with ropes; her plump, straight legs were roughly spread apart, her two slender ankles chained to the armrests of the chair, and her round calves were also tightly bound to the armrests with ropes, making her kneel on the large chair like a dog with her rear end sticking up!

This woman was the former wife of the Right Wise King. Unlike her daughter, she was not lucky; after her husband's death, she fell into the hands of this murderer.

"How are you feeling?"

Togo stepped forward, grabbed the woman's disheveled hair, and lifted her face.

"You servant who murdered your master, the gods will not forgive you..."

The woman's face was full of pain, her naked, voluptuous body trembling with resentment and agony. She cursed in a hoarse voice.

"Pah!"

Togo angrily slapped the woman twice. "You bitch, how dare you speak to me like that?"

"I am the princess, how can I not speak to a servant like you?"

Blood seeped from the corner of the woman's mouth, but she still gritted her teeth and retorted.

"Your Highness's wife?"

Togo roared in fury, raising his riding whip and lashing it across the woman's upturned buttocks. "You filthy bitch, you thought you could still boss me around like before? Now you dare scream, scream!"

"Ah!..."

The woman let out a pitiful scream. New welts appeared on her still-healing buttocks and back. Humiliation, whipping, rape... She had endured this hellish life for three years, almost numb. If it weren't for the hope of seeing her daughter again, she might have died long ago.

After a while, Togo seemed to have tired himself out, and the whipping stopped. The woman's plump, tender buttocks were covered with welts from the whip, her once snow-white skin now red and swollen.

Togo had already unzipped his pants, walked around to the woman's side, turned her face towards him with one hand, and with the other hand, guided his thick, hard penis to her panting mouth, thrusting it in forcefully.

"Ugh..."

The woman immediately felt a foul-smelling, disgusting substance from the South enter her mouth and forcefully push against her throat. The nauseating taste and the feeling of suffocation made her eyes roll back. She struggled, shaking her head, and making indistinct sounds.

"How about that? You self-proclaimed noble bitch, you're destined to eat my stick for the rest of your life!"

Togo roared excitedly, forcefully pressing the woman's head down to his crotch, his penis thrusting in and out rapidly.

"Ugh... um..."

The woman continued to moan weakly and indistinctly. Her mind was blank, because she had long been numb to such rape. Only the nausea and suffocation from the penis thrusting into her mouth reminded her of her predicament.

“Bitch, do you know? Your daughter is in that city right now. Once I catch her, you and your daughter can be reunited, reunited in my bed! Wahahahaha!”

Togo laughed triumphantly, oblivious to the change in the woman beneath him. The news of her daughter brought a flicker of life back to the woman's previously lifeless face.

“Damn it! Bitch, you dare bite me!”

The pain from his penis enraged Togo, causing his body to tremble—the woman's feeble, last-ditch effort only fueled his excitement, a surge of urge to ejaculate rising within him.

Pressing his hands against the woman's cheeks, preventing her from closing her teeth again, Togo thrust his penis deep into her throat, shoving it in. A gush of hot, foul-smelling liquid erupted from her throat.

The woman coughed, the feeling of suffocation causing her to instinctively shake her head frantically, but more semen continued to rush into her throat, making her feel nauseous and almost vomit.

"Huff..."

Togo pulled out his penis, spraying the remaining semen onto the woman's pained face and large breasts. The woman's eyes rolled back, her mouth agape as she gasped for breath, her face, breasts, shoulders, and hair covered in a thick, white liquid.

"Don't even think about resting, this is just the beginning, I have plenty more to go!"

Togo laughed wildly, but suddenly heard a commotion outside. "Damn it, what's going on? They're ruining my fun!"

He angrily pulled up his pants, grabbed his sword, and ran out.

Outside, the Hu people continued their siege of Dragon City and made some progress. The battering rams were pushed in front of the city gates, and with each pounding of the logs, the gates gradually loosened. But then, they suddenly noticed their comrades being shot dead by arrows, the arrows coming from the dark Yinshan Mountains behind them. Had enemy reinforcements arrived? This caused some confusion.

The arrows originated from the forest halfway up Yinshan Mountain, where Li Xingyu led a thousand black-armored warriors, their powerful crossbows hitting their targets every time. A

muffled

boom echoed amidst the chaos as the city gate was rammed open. The Hu people gathered at the entrance surged forward, only to be quickly pushed back. The female general who had been on the city wall earlier, wielding her scimitar, led over a hundred armored soldiers in a desperate blockade of the gate.

Li Xingyu frowned, raised her hand, and the black-armored warriors immediately ceased firing. She drew her sword, and a series of synchronized sounds of weapons being drawn echoed. The two horizontal swords on the backs of the black-armored warriors remained in their hands. With a swing of her sword, she led a thousand-strong force, charging down under the cover of night.

The thousand black-clad warriors, like phantoms in the night, plunged into the ranks of the ten thousand Hu people below the city. Wherever they went, they were like an unstoppable black torrent, their immense strength and wielding steel blades cutting down their enemies, weapons and all, to pieces.

The Hu soldiers were horrified to discover that their weapons could barely penetrate the armor of these demonic enemies. Even when they managed to pierce a vital point, the enemies wouldn't die; instead of human blood, a viscous green liquid would flow from their wounds. The weapons that had wounded them would turn into acid upon contact with this green liquid. The wounded black-armored warriors continued their frenzied slaughter until the liquid stopped flowing, at which point they would collapse.

Fear overwhelmed the Hu soldiers faster than death. They began to flee in panic, only to be blocked by a colossal figure—a giant nearly a body taller than them, with skin as rough as rock and teeth as sharp as shark teeth. It was none other than Li Wang, one of the four great warriors of the Cangtian Khanate! He wielded a massive spiked club in his right hand and grabbed a fleeing soldier with his left, slamming him to the ground. The soldier immediately coughed up blood and died on the spot.

After a moment of silence, whether out of greater fear of the King of Strength or because the arrival of reinforcements had renewed their fighting spirit, the Hu soldiers turned and charged back.

The Hu woman guarding the city gate, wondering why the enemy had suddenly fled, saw them return. An arrow grazed her face; reflexively, her scimitar flew out, striking the one who had fired the arrow.

In the blink of an eye, another Hu soldier swung his sword. She crossed her arms to block his sword-wielding hand, and was about to kick him when she saw the enemy's head fly off, revealing a familiar face.

"Miss!"

she exclaimed in surprise.

Neither of them noticed the deformed giant behind them wielding a spiked club, the mangled corpses of black-armored warriors falling at his feet. Although these black-armored warriors possessed a vitality unmatched by humans, they were not immortal—a shattered body could not sustain life.

Only when the giant club swung down did Hu realize the impending danger. She forcefully pushed Li Xingyu aside, simultaneously lunging forward to avoid the fatal blow. Then, with nimble movements, she picked up a curved sword from the ground and slashed at the giant's abdomen.

"Clang!"

The sound of shattering metal rang out. The giant's body was unharmed, but a huge nick appeared on the blade of the curved sword. Just as she was surprised, the giant club swung down again. She instinctively blocked, and the broken sword instantly shattered into pieces, sending the swordswoman flying.

Li Xingyu stood up in front of the giant. The giant roared and swung his club horizontally. She nimbly ducked, her sword slicing through his body, sparks flying.

"How is this possible?"

she exclaimed in shock. Even the Phoenix Soaring Sword, which could cut through iron like mud, couldn't harm him in the slightest. Unexpectedly, the giant kicked her, and she used the force to fly to the side.

"That really hurts..."

Half-crouched on the ground, clutching her kicked abdomen, Li Xingyu planted her sword in the ground and brought the hilt of her right arm to her face.

"Wildfire!"

The gauntlet instantly turned fiery red, and the Bagua symbol of the Xuanmen sect transformed into the character for "fire." With a flick of his right hand, a burst of flame shot out, forcing the charging giant back several steps.

"Armor-Piercing Formation!"

The gauntlet returned to silver-white, and the "fire" character transformed into the character for "break.

" Several water spheres flew out and exploded around the giant, enveloping him in a cloud of mist from which agonizing screams emanated. As the mist dissipated, the giant knelt in agony, his rock-like skin festering as if soaked in acid, oozing foul-smelling blisters.

"Gold-Shattering Sword!"

The gauntlet emitted a golden light, and the character for "gold" leaped onto it. He picked up the sword again, the golden light flowing from the hilt to the blade. When the gauntlet returned to its original form, the blade was now coated with a golden luster.

"Hmph..."

Li Xingyu leaped up and swung his sword at the giant. This time, there was no sound of metal scraping against metal, no sparks flying from the impact; instead, there was a mournful scream and splattering blood. With a "boom," the giant's corpse fell to the ground.

King Li was dead! This news spread like wildfire, and the Hu army's rout could no longer be stopped.

"Go back! All of you, go back!"

Togo roared, cutting down several deserters, but he was swallowed up by even more deserters. When the camp was finally empty, Togo, exhausted from being pushed and trampled, struggled to his feet. A curved blade was held to his neck.

Opening his eyes, he saw a pair of beautiful, wheat-colored legs encased in boots beneath a long, high-slit robe. Looking up, "It's you..."

he trembled with terror.

"Give me back my father's life!"

A flash of light, and the headless body collapsed limply...

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Beneath the jade steps of the palace, the emperor and his ministers sat around a stone table, discussing matters. Although the plan for dealing with the northern frontier war had been agreed upon, Long Zhengtian seemed dissatisfied. "The northern frontier is the most important buffer zone for the Yanhuang border defenses. Once lost, the barbarian cavalry will be close to the capital."

"Now that Prince Li has returned to deploy defenses, he will surely be able to stop the barbarians. Your Majesty can rest assured,"

Zhang Taiyue comforted.

"I know very well how capable Li Gan is. He is indeed adept at defending cities and passes, but when it comes to leading cavalry out of the border to attack, he is only second-rate. Resisting, is simply resisting useful? If we hold them off this year, they'll come again next year. Without actively attacking and annihilating the main force of the barbarians, it will always be a superficial solution!"

"Father, are you thinking about General Li Yong again?"

Long Qianyu was adept at discerning her father's thoughts.

"Hmm… what a pity…"

Long Zhengtian sighed.

"Your Majesty, Li Yong is simply ungrateful. Why should Your Majesty…"

Xiang Qingwen wanted to say something, but was glared at by his father, and swallowed his words halfway through.

"Hmph!"

Long Zhengtian glared at him as well. "What a pity... our Yanhuang, this invincible sword, has been broken because of some villains!"

Upon hearing this, the Xiang family father and son trembled and dared not look the emperor

in the eye. "Does the mighty Yanhuang not have a second Flying General of Longcheng right now?"

Long Zhengtian said angrily.

The cabinet ministers exchanged glances, remaining silent. Long Zhengtian sighed, somewhat helplessly. Suddenly noticing that Li Xingmeng seemed hesitant to speak, he asked, "What do you have to say?"

"There is someone..."

Li Xingmeng said, "My uncle's daughter, Li Xingyu."

"Outrageous!"

Xiang Qingwen shouted, "How can a mere woman command an army? It's a joke!" "So

what if she's a woman? "

Long Zhengtian retorted, "Wasn't Li Qingxia, the first meritorious general of the founding emperor of the late Emperor Wu, a female general from his Li family? "

Xiang Qingwen slunk back again. "However, as far as I know, isn't your uncle childless?" "

That's what they say publicly, but because my cousin was born posthumously after my aunt's death, it's been kept secret to avoid taboo." "

Does she truly possess your uncle's abilities?" " My

cousin studied martial arts and magic in the Xuanmen sect from a young age, and later followed my uncle in battles for many years. She is skilled in military strategy and commands with ease. My father's evaluation of her is that she is comparable to Li Qingxia, the founder of the dynasty, and her abilities are definitely no less than my uncle's."

"Oh..."

Long Zhengtian pondered, clearly quite doubtful, when suddenly,

"Good news!"

A eunuch shouted as he ran in, "Good news from the North!"

"Good news? Didn't Li Gan just return? So fast?"

Long Zhengtian asked in surprise, "Read it!" "

At midnight, a thousand private soldiers of the Li family launched a surprise attack on the enemy besieging Longcheng at the Yinshan Pass, defeating 30,000 troops under the command of the Right Wise King of the Cangtian Khanate, beheading over 10,000, including the Right Wise King Togo and Li Wang, one of the Four Warriors!"

"A thousand men defeated 30,000? Could it be Li Yong reincarnated?"

Everyone was extremely surprised, and Long Zhengtian immediately asked, "Who commanded the troops?"

"Li Xingyu!" Chapter Seven (

November 20th) : Under the cover of night, the sounds of battle near Dragon City had ceased. Beneath the ruined castle lay a scene of utter devastation. Blood soaked the city walls, and the grasslands were piled high with corpses. The groans and screams of the wounded echoed endlessly. Yanhuang soldiers, spear in hand, swept the battlefield, gathering usable weapons and supplies. Prisoners and lightly wounded enemies were gathered and guarded. As for the dying and severely wounded among the enemy, they were "humanely" ended with spears. The cries of various scavengers filled the battlefield; today was destined to be their day. Completely disregarding whether their fresh prey was truly dead, vultures and crows pecked at the flesh and blood of the dead and dying, while jackals and wild dogs tore them apart, devoured them, and dragged them away. The excited cries of the beasts, the ripping of flesh and bone, and the desperate screams of the dying as they were torn apart and devoured made the valley resemble hell. Li Xingyu, leading several black-armored warriors, walked through the area. Out of instinct, she instinctively avoided the puddles of corpses and blood. Whether it was the birds and beasts scrambling for carcasses or the soldiers cleaning up the battlefield, they were all terrified by the deathly aura emanating from the black-armored warriors and retreated. The Togo camp was now a scene of devastation. Yanhuang soldiers were searching and transporting the spoils of war. Only Togo's main tent remained untouched, as, according to the rules of the Northern Army, this was the commander-in-chief's private spoils. Li Xingyu walked towards her own "spoils of war," her breathing becoming rapid. The excitement of the battle had triggered a relapse of the "strange illness" that had plagued her since childhood. Now she had to do things that women shouldn't do. Entering the tent, she saw a naked woman bound to a chair. Her head was drooping from long-term abuse, her loose hair obscuring her face, but judging from her smooth skin and voluptuous figure, she was quite attractive. This scene surprised Li Xingyu, but it was also somewhat to her liking. "You all go out and guard the main tent. Don't let anyone in," she commanded. Several black-armored warriors behind her immediately strode out. "Raise your heads," she ordered the bound woman. The woman raised her head, a look of surprise on her pale face. She hadn't slept all night. Although she didn't know the details of the battle outside the tent, she could tell from the sounds that Togo had been defeated. So, those entering now were likely the general of the Yanhuang Empire who had defeated Togo, or perhaps a group of mutinous soldiers. It didn't matter. In their eyes, even if she was being abused by her own people, she was still a barbarian. She would likely continue to be humiliated, even to the point of death. Death wasn't something she feared. In fact, her heart had long since died along with her husband's. Now, she only hoped to hear news of the villain Togo's death. After that, humiliation or death didn't matter. But now, a young woman had entered, at most about the same age as her daughter. This stirred something within her already dead heart. What happened next was even more perplexing. The ropes were untied, but her free time was brief. The woman tied her back to the chair, this time in an even more humiliating position—like a female dog waiting to mate, she lay prone, her ankles still secured to the chair armrests, causing her buttocks to involuntarily rise and her thighs to involuntarily spread apart. In this position, her long-ravaged vulva was completely exposed to her binder. "What does she want to do? Summon other men to rape me?" the woman wondered. However, there were no footsteps coming in, only the soft sounds of clothes being undressed. Li Xingyu took off her underwear and lifted her short skirt. The scene beneath was horrifying—where a woman's vulva should be, stood a man's erect penis, and its size would make even an ordinary man envious. This was the "strange illness" that had plagued her since childhood; perhaps, "curse" would be a more accurate description. Her genitals were normally no different from those of a normal woman, but when she became emotionally aroused, a local yin-yang transformation would occur, requiring the release of semen to return to normal. A woman who must release her pent-up desires in a man's way to maintain her feminine form—this is the curse of heaven upon her, the child born from a corpse, and the reason why her identity was concealed and she was sent to the Xuanmen sect from a young age.

The woman felt something hot pressing against her vulva—a man's penis! For her, a woman long subjected to rape, this feeling was all too familiar. However, an even more terrifying thought arose: no new footsteps, no other man entering—whose Nanbang Kingdom was this? It could only be that woman's, but how could that be?

"Ugh..."

But she had no time to think it through. The Nanbang Kingdom had already entered her, its scorching heat and enormous size far surpassing that of the man who had long violated her.

"Disgusting..."

Li Xingyu felt his penis sinking into a large amount of viscous liquid, clearly the semen accumulated inside the woman from her long-term rape. This made him frown, pressing down on the woman's round, plump buttocks to pull his penis out of her vagina. Suddenly, he forcefully thrust a finger into the woman's light brown, tight, round anus between her plump buttocks!

"Ah? What are you trying to do?"

Just as she felt the penis being withdrawn from her body, she suddenly felt a finger being inserted into her anus. The woman screamed, her plump buttocks shaking violently.

"Prairie bitch, it seems your hole isn't used often, quite tight!"

Li Xingyu felt the muscles in the woman's anus contracting violently. The hatred and desire for revenge stemming from her father's death made her enjoy this immensely. Soon, her second finger squeezed into the woman's narrow anus. The woman's buttocks, covered in whip marks, swayed violently under her torment, and her two thighs, bound to the chair, trembled weakly.

Soon, she withdrew her finger with satisfaction from the woman's tormented and swollen anus, and lifted her short skirt again.

"No! Ah!..."

The woman felt the penis pressing against her again, but this time it touched her already swollen anus. A tearing pain shot through her, and she couldn't help but cry out. She struggled desperately, shaking her buttocks from side to side, trying to expel the penis that was still penetrating deeper.

"You prairie bitch, behave yourself!"

Li Xingyu was somewhat annoyed. Her slender yet strong arms wrapped around the woman's body, which was clinging to the chair, and forcefully grabbed her two swaying, full breasts, fixing her body in place. She straightened her back and thrust her penis deep inside.

"Hmm... Is it tight? Looks like there's still some usable part of you, you bitch!"

Her penis was already deeply inserted into the woman's rectum. The warm, spasming anal muscles tightly enveloped the intruding penis. The tight, wrinkled sensation satisfied Li Xingyu. Releasing the woman's breasts, she used both hands to firmly press down on the plump buttocks and thrust even harder.

"No! Don't!..."

The woman felt waves of pain as if her body was being torn apart. Although Togo had been humiliating and raping her, he rarely used that area because his not-so-impressive penis could hardly break through the tight anal muscles' defense. But now, how could the penis inside her anus compare to Togo's?

She writhed and twisted her body desperately, shaking her large buttocks frantically, howling in pain.

Li Xingyu, however, became even more excited. The woman's body convulsed, and with each convulsion, the muscles of her anus and rectum tightened around her penis, which greatly pleased her. She continued to frantically rape the stranger's anus until the woman's cries gradually subsided and her struggles weakened, before finally sending a large amount of hot liquid into the woman's intestines.

"You damn bitch, your ass is really something!"

she sneered as she untied the ropes, pulling her penis out of the woman's anus. The woman immediately collapsed to the ground as if dead, a mixture of red, yellow, and white liquid flowing from her everted anus.

"You..."

The woman struggled to look up, her pale face filled with unconcealed surprise. Beneath the girl's skirt, the penis that had previously violated her was slowly shrinking and soon disappeared, leaving behind the normal female genitalia. "Is Togo dead..."

she asked with difficulty.

"Yes, and you're about to die too. Unfortunately, anyone who has seen my secret must be silenced."

Seeing the girl pick up the sword again, she closed her eyes. She had waited three years for this moment.

However, the sword didn't strike. Li Xingyu suddenly noticed a birthmark on the woman's breast. She vaguely remembered that Long Mei seemed to have a similar birthmark on her buttocks, and she had also mentioned that her mother seemed to have one on her chest. This gave her a new idea...

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Similarly, with a great battle imminent, the atmosphere in Ningyuan City on the other side of the empire was equally tense, compared to the bloodshed at Dragon City. Countless kites with torches tied to them illuminated the night sky like dusk. Soldiers were on high alert everywhere – on the city walls, towers, and in the moats. Having dealt with orcs for so many years, they knew very well that night raids were a tactic their opponents excelled at. Outside the moats, the slightest movement would trigger a hail of arrows and patrolling cavalry.

Zi Teng sat in the city tower, his chin resting on his hands, surrounded by officers of all ranks. The constant clatter of cavalry hooves kept everyone awake.

"So far, our sentry archers and patrolling cavalry have wiped out more than a dozen waves of orcs, all small groups of a few dozen men,"

reported Wu Xiaojie, who was on duty for defense. "It's really baffling. With such a small force, let alone a sneak attack, even a probing attack wouldn't be effective."

Zi Teng didn't reply. He was considering whether to let these small orc squads in to support his feint attack strategy, but getting too close might expose them.

“The orcs are probably scouting. They’re intimidated by our large camp where we’ve settled laborers, which is why they’re hesitant to act,”

Xue Boren analyzed.

Zi Teng looked up at him and nodded. He had already abandoned his previous idea; letting the enemy’s ground reconnaissance forces in would be too dangerous. It was better to… Looking at the kites with fixed torches in the air, he asked, “It seems the military report says this group of orcs has a small air force?”

“Yes, about ten thunderbirds, but that’s unlikely to be a combat unit.”

“In that case, they’ll probably be over our heads soon.”

Standing up, Zi Teng looked at the sky. “Order all air defense observation posts to be on high alert.”

There were four towers at the four corners of the city wall, each with soldiers on top using telescopes with tripods to observe the surrounding sky—these were the air defense observation posts. The Eastern Continent didn’t produce large flying beasts, making the orcs’ air force a major threat to the Empire. Therefore, all the western border fortresses had such deployments to guard against enemy aerial activity.

Suddenly, one of the scouts flinched. He looked more closely for a moment, then shouted, "Two Thunderbirds approaching from the northwest!"

"Two Thunderbirds approaching from the northwest!"

"Two Thunderbirds approaching from the northwest!"...

The nearby soldiers quickly relayed the news, and instantly everyone on the city wall focused their attention on the northwest sky. Several cannons were also aimed there.

In contrast to the soldiers' tension, Zifang breathed a sigh of relief. At that distance, the enemy could only vaguely see what he wanted them to see.

"Fire and blast them away!"

Estimating that if the enemy got any closer, they would see something they shouldn't, he ordered.

"Northwest 30 degrees, elevation 70 degrees! Explosive shells, four-fifths fuse, load!"

The experienced chief gunner quickly directed the cannons to be aimed, and the soldiers loading the shells climbed onto the high platform beside the muzzle, lit the fuses on the spherical shells, and inserted them into the gunpowder-filled muzzles. "Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Three shots rang out.

The first shell exploded between two Thunderbirds, forcing them to scatter and flee. One of them, in its panic, crashed into the spot where the other two shells had exploded and was instantly blown to pieces. The other fled quickly.

The soldiers on the city wall cheered, and the officers on the tower celebrated. Only Wisteria coldly got up and left. "Everyone except those on duty should go back to sleep. I guess the orcs won't bother us for a while."

Wisteria walked back to the marshal's headquarters in the city garrison. Putting down his official business, he began to worry—he had thrown the catgirl, who was completely exhausted from being beaten, onto the bed, and Crescent Moon was next door. He didn't want to scare the girl.

However, his worries completely vanished before he even reached his room, because from a room he passed by, he could already hear the catwoman's lazy, coquettish voice and Crescent Moon's sweet laughter. "Don't make a fuss, be good so you can get clean."

"Looks like you two have gotten along well, no need for me to introduce you..."

Wisteria turned into the room. This was clearly a bathroom. The vast Northwest region has abundant geothermal resources, and it's also one of the areas with the most frequent exchanges between East and West, so almost all wealthy families have built hot spring bathrooms that imitate Western styles.

This room, apart from being much smaller, wasn't much different from his mother's Western-style bathroom in the Prince's Mansion. The only difference was that the nude female sculpture emerging from the water had been replaced with a dragon head relief. In the steam, by the pool, Crescent Moon subconsciously picked up the catwoman, who was even smaller than herself, and held her to her chest. However, after seeing who it was, the little girl quickly let down her guard. "Senior brother, this little cat is so cute..." "

If you like it, you can have it as a pet."

Wisteria said, already taking off her clothes and soaking her body in the water, letting the hot water wash away the dirt and fatigue of a busy day.

“Be good and don’t run around. Let me wash my hair…”

Crescent Moon placed the catwoman next to him, got up, and went to the dragon head sculpture to rinse her hair, which was mixed with soap suds.

“You’ve recovered

your strength quickly,” Wisteria turned to look at the catwoman beside him and found that she no longer seemed as tired as he remembered, but there was still a little fear in her eyes when she looked at him. “Then why don’t you run away? I’ll rape you again, you know.”

He said half-jokingly.

“Because… I can eat my fill here.”

The answer was very soft and trembling. “Besides, even if I go back, I will still be raped by those soldiers who collect grain, just like my sister and mother… because we don’t have any extra food, and we don’t want to be driven to the desert, so we have no choice but to do this…”

“Then why don’t you go back to the Beastman Kingdom?”

“Going back would only make me a slave, and I would be raped even more often than here…”

Wisteria closed his eyes and stopped talking. He began to reconsider his long-term strategy towards the Beastmen, but this action seemed to frighten the catwoman. “Are you going to send me away? Please, please let me stay. I’ll do anything…”

she pleaded.

“Hmm?”

Wisteria responded vaguely.

"The city... the city lord said that if I serve you well, he won't collect grain taxes from my family anymore..."

"Is that so? Then you can continue to be my junior sister's pet,"

Zifang reached out and stroked the catwoman's hair, finding the pair of fluffy ears among the strands extremely pleasant to the touch. "By the way, what's your name?"

"Sasha..."

Yueya'er's voice interrupted their conversation and answered Zifang's question. "Have you been a good girl?"

"Mmm..."

the catwoman answered softly, then obediently let Yueya'er pull her into his arms and sit in the water next to Zifang. "Senior brother, this cat can talk! It's so amazing..."

"Mmm..."

Zifang answered casually, his gaze drifting to the point where the two girls' bodies were touching. Yueya'er's breasts, which were excessively full for a girl of her age and figure, revealed a deep cleavage due to the pressure of their bodies. "Do you remember? When we first met?"

"I remember..."

His thoughts drifted back to a night three years ago. He was staying in a city on the night of his master's visit to the Imperial Mausoleum Mountain. Bored, he wandered aimlessly. In the dark alleys, groups of women stood enticing passersby; they looked somewhat vulgar, yet undeniably alluring.

Soon, he stopped in a corner. He saw a short, youthful-looking blue-haired girl. He knew exactly what she was doing there, but this girl seemed different. Her shy expression and the fullness of her breasts, clearly beyond her years, stirred his heart.

"Aren't you cold? Standing here alone..."

"I have to get through the night, to survive tomorrow..."

The girl's answer was strong, yet also melancholic.

Just then, two more men approached. The girl seemed surprised and immediately grabbed Zi Teng's arm. "Let's go to your place."

"What..."

Zi Teng was somewhat taken aback.

“Go warm up, it’s a bit cold…then you can do whatever you want…”…

Half an hour later, in the guest room of the inn, the girl sat alone at the table, nervously twisting the hem of her clothes, her head down, still letting Zi Teng lay her body flat on the bed.

Unbuttoning the girl's clothes, a pair of full breasts appeared. So it wasn't padded; the size was really… Suddenly, seeing that he had thought of something, he asked, “How old are you?”

“Ten…thirteen…”

the girl answered with difficulty.

“Really…”

Zi Teng was surprised. Thirteen years old, the same age as Yi Rou. That girl was already precocious enough because of her Western ancestry, but the breasts he had touched before weren't this size, and the feel was so good… Zi Teng reached out and stroked the breast closest to him, the soft yet elastic flesh changing shape in his hand, the touch unusually gentle.

“No…it’s so strange…”

the girl’s face was completely red, pleading softly.

Zifeng nodded, shifting his attention to the girl's lower body. He removed her lower garments one by one, parting her legs to reveal her most delicate and sensitive area. Amidst the hair of the same color as her hair, a narrow pink slit was faintly visible. Still a virgin… Zifeng made a delighted judgment—he'd struck gold!

He stimulated the pink virgin's opening with both his mouth and hands, and the girl couldn't help but let out a dazed moan, a little fluid seeping from the narrow crack.

There were many maids in the palace available for his pleasure, but most were secondhand. This body, which he could enjoy for the first time, fueled Zifeng's lust. Before long, he pressed himself against her. However, his rather large penis wasn't easy to penetrate the girl's body, and the girl's tense body due to nervousness made it difficult to insert even a little bit.

Seeing the girl's face contorted in pain, he hardened his heart and thrust forward with all his might, his massive penis completely penetrating her honeyed orifice. She couldn't help but let out a piercing scream, her face contorting even more violently. Large beads of sweat dripped from her forehead, and tears streamed down her face. Her small hands, which were clinging to the wisteria, left scratch marks on his back from the pain...

The girl's virgin blood, however, was being squeezed by the rapidly contracting vaginal walls due to the intense pain, creating an unbearable sensation of pleasure. It not only stained his penis but also slowly flowed from her vagina as he withdrew. Looking at his lower body, his blood-stained penis resembled a bloodthirsty beast, thick and hard to the extreme, veins bulging, a truly terrifying sight.

For the first time, he had broken a woman's virginity. The excitement in his mind and the pleasure in his lower body made him somewhat irrational. Completely disregarding the girl's pain, he braced his legs against the edge of the bed and his hands on the bed, his strong body thrusting and pumping without restraint. With each insertion, the girl's petite body sank slightly into the soft mattress, and with each withdrawal, a liquid mixed with blood was drawn out. The girl twisted, but couldn't break free from that powerful body, only able to let out weak moans…

"You were so mean back then, you hurt me so much, I begged you to stop but you wouldn't listen…"

Crescent Moon complained softly, recalling the scene.

"Really?"

Zi Teng denied his past roughness dishonestly. "By the way, Crescent Moon, I've always wanted to ask you something..."

"What?"

"Why did you come to me back then? You were still a virgin then."

"Because..."

Crescent Moon's voice suddenly became as soft as a mosquito's buzz, "Back then, I thought that since I was going to be taken advantage of anyway, I might as well find someone I didn't find unpleasant..."

"So, back then, you only thought I wasn't unpleasant?"

Zi Teng deliberately put on a mournful face, "And now?"

"I find it very unpleasant... ah..."

Crescent Moon replied, but was suddenly pulled into Zi Teng's arms, his hand going around her back and kneading one of her large breasts, "Senior brother... what are you laughing at?"

"I remembered some things that happened later, like... you were afraid of the pain, and for the next few days you wouldn't let me go in, so in the end I had to use... here..."

As he spoke, he increased the pressure of his right hand, squeezing the girl's breast until it was slightly deformed, and then he brought his mouth close to Crescent Moon's ear, "I want to try again now."

"Hmm..."

After three years together, the girl had grown accustomed to obeying him. She put down the "kitten" she had been holding, her petite yet voluptuous body lying flat on the marble edge of the pool. Her full breasts, like jade bowls inverted on her small frame, rippled with her breath.

Crescent Moon closed her eyes, her hands cupping her breasts, but the hot thing didn't touch her. Puzzled, she opened her eyes and cried out, "Senior brother, what are you doing?"

Wisteria was pressing the catwoman's head between her legs, the catwoman's small mouth open, her nimble tongue licking his erect penis back and forth.

"I need to lubricate it first, otherwise it'll hurt..."

The catwoman's tongue, like a nimble little snake, thoroughly coated it with saliva.

“That’s about enough,”

Zifang said. The catwoman withdrew her tongue, looking reluctant. Zifang whispered something in her ear, and she obediently lay down beside Yueya’er’s legs.

The penis slipped between her breasts. Yueya’er gently pressed her large, elastic breasts with both hands, causing the penis, surrounded by them, to feel an indirect pressure. Zifang felt a different kind of pleasure than vaginal intercourse. Supporting himself with his hands, he began to slowly thrust his penis up and down within the breast flesh. With

the lubrication of saliva, the breast flesh rubbed back and forth against the surface of the penis. The large breasts swayed violently up and down due to the intense friction, and the pleasure from his lower body made Zifang tremble.

“Mmm… Senior brother… It’s so strange… Who is…”

Yueya’er was also trembling, so much so that she couldn’t speak clearly. What she wanted to ask was, “Who’s behind me?”

Because she felt a small but rough tongue licking her honey hole. And indeed, it was so. Behind the wisteria, which blocked her view, the catwoman was stimulating her genitals with her tongue—a command the wisteria had given her.

Crescent Moon groaned, her blue pupils misty with moisture as she stared blankly at the throbbing penis before her. She gasped for breath, her clumsy tongue lightly licking the ever-approaching tip of the penis.

"Ah!"

The stimulation from the catwoman's barbed tongue was no less intense than that of the massive penis. Crescent Moon screamed, her body tensing. Then, as if suddenly powerless, her hands could no longer support her breasts, and the gushing fluid from her vagina soaked the catwoman's hair.

"Take a break."

Wisteria patted her flushed face, got off her, and then picked up the catwoman behind her. "Well done, you'll get a reward."

"Meow...no..."

The catwoman twisted her body and begged as she looked at the throbbing penis approaching her honey pot. "It hurts!"

"Hmm?"

Wisteria then noticed that her genitals were still a little red and swollen from her recent loss of virginity. "Fine, I'll let you go. Do it like before."

He commanded.

Catwoman nodded, her small hands grasping Wisteria's penis, then taking it back into her mouth. The penis, already sensitive from the stimulation of her breasts, was sucked and rubbed by Catwoman's lips. Wisteria felt an almost unbearable pleasure. "Mmm...good...continue,"

Catwoman panted, quickening her oral movements, making slurping sounds. Wisteria felt as if she wanted to suck out his semen before he ejaculated, waves of pleasure washing over him. Since he hadn't intended to waste much time in Catwoman's mouth, soon a large amount of white semen gushed out, accompanied by obscene slurping sounds, into Catwoman's mouth.

Caught off guard, she choked on the sudden semen and spat out the penis. The thick semen dripped onto her dazed face, running down her smooth skin and onto her petite body, adding to the lewd atmosphere...

************

"Miss, do you want us to leave?"

In Dragon City, the Hu mother and daughter, who had just reunited, faced a new predicament. The daughter, Long Mei, asked anxiously.

“Of course,”

Li Xingyu’s tone left no room for argument, “You’ve avenged your family, you’ve found your mother, what are you still doing here?”

“But…”

“There are no buts. You should know that anyone who saw my secret is usually silenced. Out of consideration for you returning my father’s body, I’ve already spared each of your lives.”

“…”

Long Mei fell silent. She knew that it was indeed incredibly fortunate that Li Xingyu hadn’t killed her like other women after raping her. Now…

“Miss Li, I know you hate us Hu people…”

her mother, Xue Lian, pleaded, “But now, the Han people see us as Hu people, and the Hu people see us as traitors. The grasslands are vast, but we truly have nowhere to go…”

Looking at Li Xingyu, who remained cold and aloof, Xue Lian bit her lip and suddenly knelt down. “Please continue to take in my daughter. I’m willing to be your slave, or, if you’re not satisfied, just send me away…”

A strange smile appeared on Li Xingyu's lips. This was the result she wanted. Over the past year, she felt her body was becoming increasingly uncontrollable. The need for release was so frequent that silencing the other party afterward, as she had done in the past, would inevitably cause some trouble. Therefore, she felt she needed a few fixed objects for release. "I have plenty of servants. You should know what I'm interested in about women. But if you want me to protect you and your daughter for life, your body, which has been ruined by others, is probably not worth that price."

"And me..."

Long Mei said anxiously, "My body has only been used by you, Miss. I can replace my mother..."

"Then I've almost made a profit..."

Li Xingyu raised her right hand, and two strange green lights rose from her gauntlet. "Lift up your skirt and take off all your clothes!"

she commanded.

The mother and daughter dared not disobey. Both were dressed in the long skirts popular among women of the grasslands. The skirts were lifted high, revealing their underwear—one pink, the other dark red; one delicate, the other plump…

“Put this in!”

Two beams of green light transformed into two transparent green crystals, which were then thrown in front of the mother and daughter. “Hurry up! Otherwise, get out of Dragon City right now!”

Seeing their hesitation, Li Xingyu shouted.

Frowning, the crystals were inserted into their vaginas. Suddenly, both women screamed simultaneously, their bodies tensing violently. The green light flowed through their veins, and moments later, the mother and daughter collapsed, panting, their faces flushed with lust, and wanton fluids continuously flowed from their vaginas.

“From today onwards, only I and the people I designate can satisfy you. If you don’t want to die from burning lust, you’d better obey me!”

Li Xingyu said, the outline of a bulge clearly visible under her short skirt. The lewd appearance of the mother and daughter aroused her body again, and she couldn’t help but reach out and touch the part of her body that didn’t belong to her own gender. “Take off your clothes and lick each other for me,”

she commanded.

The mother and daughter immediately took off their clothes, which were already soaked with sweat, leaving only their soft leather boots on their legs. Then they lay down in a 69 position, the daughter on the ground, the mother on top with her legs spread apart in a doggy-style position, the voluptuous body of the mother contrasting sharply with the firmness of her daughter beneath her.

She buried her face between her daughter’s snow-white thighs and kissed her honey pot. The aroused daughter immediately became wet, her body trembling with pleasure: “Mother…so…so comfortable…ah…”

she couldn’t help but moan.

"Don't just keep yelling, go and be filial to your mother too,"

Li Xingyu commanded. Long Mei then drew circles around her mother's vulva with her hand, before simply inserting her middle finger directly into her mother's vulva. The mother and daughter rubbed their naked bodies together passionately, the walls of their vulvas contracting strongly, tightly wrapping around each other's invading fingers and tongues.

Amidst the moans of the two women rising and falling, Li Xingyu had already reached their side, raised his penis, and entered Xue Lian's body without any hesitation, inserting it into his mother's vulva from behind, right in front of his daughter's face.

"Ah...no...I...Longmei...don't look..."

Longmei stared blankly as Li Xingyu's penis moved in and out of her mother's honey hole, making a series of squeezing sounds. The torment of the green true energy had already made Xuelian tremble all over, and with such rapid thrusting, she soon screamed and climaxed. Her vaginal fluid spread and washed over the invading penis, and slowly flowed down her thighs and into the openings of her boots. With each thrust of the penis, Longmei's face was covered with her mother's vaginal fluid, and she stuck out her tongue to lick it.

"Oh...ah..."

Xuelian cried out in the climax, "...daughter...mother...Miss...I..."

Li Xingyu pulled his penis out of the trembling body in front of him and walked to the other side, immediately thrusting in again. Longmei's lower body, which was sucking her mother's vaginal fluid, was already overflowing with water, and the penis went straight in, quickly reaching the whole hilt.

"Ah..."

Long Mei couldn't help but let out a moan. The penis was already at the very end of her honey hole. Her arms were wrapped around her mother's waist, and her head involuntarily tilted back. Li Xingyu thrust his body forcefully, rising and falling, each time penetrating to the very end. Long Mei's moans grew louder and louder, soon becoming shrill screams.

"You're so slutty, this little bitch you gave birth to!"

Li Xingyu said smugly, while forcefully pressing Xue Lian's head down, forcing her to lick the place where his and her daughter's bodies were connected.

Under the double stimulation, Long Mei could no longer endure it. She screamed, her whole body trembling in waves. Her arms tightly hugged her mother's plump buttocks, and her legs tightly hooked around Li Xingyu's waist and hips. Her buttocks thrust violently, and the lustful fluids in her honey hole flowed out incessantly.

"What a disappointment!"

Just as she was sprinting forward, the alarm horn sounded on the city wall. Li Xingyu cursed angrily, no longer trying to hold back. After a few more rapid thrusts, she pulled out her penis, grabbed Xue Lian's hair, and pulled her over to lie next to her daughter. Then, a cloudy white fluid washed over the faces of both mother and daughter.

After ejaculating, her penis miraculously transformed back into a vagina. After tidying her slightly disheveled clothes, Li Xingyu ran up the city wall. "What's wrong? What's with the panic?"

"Miss, the scouts report that the main force of the Hu people is less than twenty li from the city!"

an officer hurriedly replied. "Quickly close the gates and prepare for battle!"

"The city walls were severely damaged in last night's fierce battle. I'm afraid we can't hold them. Let's retreat!"

another officer said.

"Retreat? How can we retreat? The city is full of infantry. If we leave the city, the Hu cavalry will catch up and wipe us out in less than an hour!"

Li Xingyu scolded.

"You, each take three hundred soldiers, prepare plenty of war drums and horns, and hide in the forest over there. When the barbarians come, try to scare away birds by pulling on tree branches. Once the cannons sound from the city walls, beat the drums and blow the horns, shouting loudly."

After thinking for a long time, she made up her mind and gave the order.

"Understood!"

The two men obeyed and left.

"Order the whole city to lower the flags, open the city gates, and have the cannons ready. No one is to make a sound without my order!"

Then, she took out a talisman, folded it into the shape of a bird, and held it in her right hand, which was covered by a glove. It flashed with silver light, and the paper bird transformed into a majestic eagle, soaring into the sky.

An hour later, dust billowed below the city. Tens of thousands of barbarian vanguard cavalry arrived at the city walls, but no one dared to take a step forward. What was even stranger was that what frightened them was the seemingly empty city of Longcheng, with its gates wide open.

"Could they have forgotten to close the gates?"

"How could that be? The Yanhuang people are cunning. Could there be an ambush?"

the cavalrymen speculated.

"The Great Khan has arrived!"

The cavalry parted to make way, and under the protection of the royal guards clad in golden armor, Taeyang Khan rode in on a fiery red horse.

"Has Dragon City always been like this?"

he asked.

"Reporting to the Great Khan, it was like this when we arrived."

"Could they have run away? How could infantry outrun cavalry? They shouldn't be so foolish, or perhaps..."

Taeyang Khan pondered, then suddenly, as if struck by a thought, he ordered, "Quickly send scouts to patrol the surrounding area and see if there is an ambush."

Before long, someone reported back: "Reporting to the Great Khan, the branches in the woods on both sides are moving without wind, and birds are frequently taking flight, as if a large force is hiding."

“There really is an ambush… but… isn’t the main force of the Northern Army coming too fast…”

Taiyang Khan pondered, unaware of the eagle circling above his head.

“…”

Li Xingyu, inside the city, heard his mutterings clearly through the phasing eagle. The opportunity had arrived. She shouted, “Raise the flags, beat the drums,

fire the cannons!” The previously silent city walls resounded with the sound of war drums, the Li-character banner flew across the sky, and dense artillery fire sent the Hu cavalrymen who were too close to the ground below flying.

“Kill!”

Almost simultaneously, from the woods on both sides, the bugle call to attack sounded, and shouts filled the air.

“Not good! We’ve fallen into a trap! Retreat!”

Taiyang Khan exclaimed in surprise, reining in his horse and turning around, shouting loudly. Tens of thousands of cavalrymen immediately completed the difficult maneuver of turning on the spot, then fled in a cloud of dust…

“That was close…”

Watching the dust trail left by the retreating Hu army, Li Xingyu breathed a sigh of relief. She knew very well that this was only temporary. When the Hu people realized they were not being pursued, that would be the time they would turn their horses around and besiege the city again.

"The Hu soldiers have retreated. Miss, you are truly a genius!"

the lieutenant exclaimed sincerely.

"This is a desperate measure, a last resort, and I'm afraid it can only be used once."

Li Xingyu maintained her usual indifference and calmness. "And it's only temporary; they'll be back soon."

"Then what do we do?"

"You continue to defend the city, and I'll lead the Undying Army to pursue the Hu people."

"Pursue...pursue?"

The lieutenant couldn't believe his ears. "Miss, even the strongest Undying Army only has a thousand men."

"To be precise, it's nine hundred and sixty-four. We suffered some losses last night."

"Then that means even more..."

"There's still more than half an hour..."

Ignoring his surprise, Li Xingyu simply looked at the sky. A ray of morning sunlight was already eagerly rising on the horizon at the end of the night. "The underground river on the grassland will rise, and then these nine hundred and sixty-four men will be enough to keep the Hu people from advancing for three hours!" **********

...

Large herds of upright-walking beasts, some running and some riding on things that looked like their kind, marched as fast as they could in a chaotic formation.

"Hurry! Hurry! We'll crush humanity under the sun god's gaze!"

a man who appeared to be a minor leader shouted from the side of the column, while simultaneously dodging the weapons swung by the orcs as they ran with exaggerated movements.

"Watch out...don't touch me...ah!"

But tragedy struck. A minotaur's axe handle swept across his head, knocking him to the ground. His body and scream were swallowed by the dust and clatter of footsteps kicked up by the advancing troops.

"Hmm? Where's our tribe's leader?"

a passing orc asked, looking around curiously.

“I don’t know, they were just shouting here a moment ago…”

Another “brother” who looked almost identical to him seemed equally puzzled. “Hmm? I think I stepped on something?”

“It’s probably just my imagination, don’t worry about it, we need to get going.”

“That’s true…”

As the sun finally rose, alarm bells rang in the camp near Ningyuan City. Soldiers marched in an orderly fashion along the extensive horse tracks, quickly arming themselves and heading to their battle positions.

The orc force that had marched through the sunrise had already set up their formation at a distance from the enemy to avoid the powerful artillery fire. This force was entirely composed of low-ranking orcs, their dark, rough skin and explosive muscles displaying their formidable strength.

Unlike the armored warriors of the Yanhuang Empire on the opposite side, clad in gleaming alloy armor, helmets adorned with red feathers, and hardwood shields reinforced with metal, the orcs wore poorly defended and varied animal hide armor. Many were even shirtless, wearing wooden helmets and carrying wooden or leather shields.

Their weapons were similarly inferior, made of bronze and iron, far less formidable than the steel weapons of the Yanhuang Empire's army. However, this did not diminish the orcs' imposing presence—a presence even stronger than that of their ancient beast ancestors. And even with such poor equipment, these most savage and strongest warriors among the subhumans were enough to instill fear in any enemy in close combat.

"Thump...thump...thump...thump..."

Accompanied by the heavy footsteps of kodo beasts, which carried the orcs' only instrument—drums—on their backs, producing a rhythmic and awe-inspiring sound, the front of the orcish ranks began to move. The first few rows of orcs, unusually heavily armored, possessed immense strength that allowed them to easily lift massive metal tower shields.

Under their cover were the jungle trolls, the orcs' loyal allies. The trolls didn't possess the extraordinary strength of the orcs; though they were more robust than most humans, their age-old hunting in the jungle made them adept at using javelins, which made them a suitable match for the orcs, who lacked ranged attack capabilities.

Behind them, the orcs carried no weapons, instead bearing long, sturdy siege ladders. These massive ladders were carved from single blocks of solid rock, incredibly strong and heavy. Even for the incredibly strong orcs, it took at least ten men to lift them with relative ease, making them indestructible for humans and ensuring that even heavyweights like the tauren wouldn't break them. Following them were a large number of ordinary, low-ranking orc soldiers wielding battle axes.

"About how many are there in this force?"

asked Wisteria, silently watching the advancing orcs from the city wall.

"Around eight thousand, less than ten thousand,"

replied the guard beside her.

Such a large-scale probing attack suggests the Lion Clan is truly fighting for their lives. This reveals their current predicament, and perhaps it truly will be a turning point. Looking at the sky and calculating the time, she thought, "Sister Shera should have received the letter by now..."

************

At this moment, in the Xiling Royal Palace, Lux was still habitually enjoying her morning bath, lazily lying on the white marble couch, the hot spring water flowing from the goddess sculpture beside her washing over her snow-white skin.

She absentmindedly admired a wax painting, sent to her overnight by her son in Ningyuan City. Although it appeared intact, she knew very well that before reaching her, it had probably been nearly torn apart by certain informants.

With a somewhat ironic smile, her hand trembled inadvertently, "accidentally" dropping the painting into the bath. "Oh no!"

she cried out in feigned panic as she retrieved the painting. The wax image liquefied under the hot water, revealing the hidden text beneath.

This was the special kind of letter the mother and son had always used. The writing was also done with wax, but it differed slightly from the wax used for drawing; it melted much more slowly. Without proper temperature control during melting, the true content wouldn't be discovered by conventional methods.

Soon, the writing disappeared into liquid. Lux frowned. "Making such a big fuss, what's this child up to…?"

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"Young Marshal! Half of the orc formation has entered range. Should we fire?"

Xue Boren ran up to the city wall to ask for instructions.

"Those explosives..."

Zi Teng asked in a low voice.

"This subordinate sent men to check them overnight, and they're sure there's no problem."

"Order them to fire!"

The order was quickly relayed, and then, one, two, three... ten massive cannons roared almost simultaneously. The shells landed among the orc ranks, triggering unimaginable explosions. Countless flashes of death erupted from the ground, the violent explosions like the collapse of the heavens and earth. The air was constantly churned by wave-like shockwaves, and intense, scorching whirlwinds raged among the orcs.

The large amount of explosives planted beforehand, under the detonation of the cannons, exerted a hundred times the power of the ten cannons themselves; even the solid rocks of the desert trembled under its force.

After the explosions subsided, the battlefield fell into a silence that seemed to have lost all signs of life. The ground was littered with the mangled corpses of orcs, the survivors stunned unconscious by the violent explosions.

After a moment of silence, cheers of victory erupted throughout Ningyuan City. Zifeng, however, paid no heed. He knew the real battle was about to begin. "Notify all generals and commanders to assemble at the main camp!"

he ordered.

********************

"What terrifying artillery fire!"

In the orc camp, the old lion king was also deeply shocked by the power of the previous "bombardment." "It seems the reconnaissance was correct; the humans have amassed a large army on the front lines."

"But that's impossible. How could they assemble such a large army in such a short time?"

His daughter, Rosa, still seemed unable to believe it.

"In any case, under such artillery fire, we cannot launch a frontal assault; otherwise, we'll be blasted to smithereens before we even reach the city walls,"

Muradin said thoughtfully.

"What do we do now? We have no way out."

"It's not that there's no way. No matter how many cannons we have, they're useless if we can't see our target."

As if he had thought of something, Muradin got up and walked to the map. "Look, the front of the human defenses is a valley. If we attack from there, we have nowhere to hide and can only take artillery fire. But their sides are cliffs, which block their cannons' line of sight. Especially the south side, the cliffs there aren't too high, the outer slope is gentle and the inner slope is steep, which is perfect for our breakthrough point!"

"Brilliant..."

Rosa looked at the map carefully and couldn't help but say, "The area on the top of those cliffs isn't large either, so we can't deploy many troops. There are only two small paths to the inner side, so human reinforcements can't come up in large numbers either. This is perfect for us to take advantage of close-quarters combat!"

"So I've decided to split our forces immediately. Leave the troll cavalry to guard the supplies; they're useless anyway. You lead the wolf riders to raid the north side of the human defenses. It's a sheer cliff there, difficult to climb, but it should tie down some of their forces. If they underestimate us and don't even bother to defend, we'll catch them off guard. I 'll

lead the main infantry force to attack the south side and create a breach!" However, the old lion king did n't expect that his opponent had already anticipated many steps ahead. ********** ... "That side is all cliffs. Orcs aren't goats. As long as you don't fall asleep, even goats can't climb up." "Understood!" "Wu Xiaojie, Shi Zhongyi. " "You two lead your troops to the south cliffs to set up defenses. Take half of my Blood-Clad Guards with you. Your side will be the main battlefield, crucial to the war. Even if you fight to the last man, you must not retreat a single step!" "Understood!" " Xue Boren!" "Understood." "You lead your troops, along with the five thousand men left by General Han as reserves, to strengthen the frontal defense." "Understood." The four generals obeyed and left, leaving only two cavalry commanders staring at each other. Seeing that Zifeng was about to get up and leave, Wu Junyi asked urgently, "Young Marshal, what about us?" "Oh?" Zifeng looked back and said casually, "You? Leave us for now." After saying that, she went back to the main tent. Wu and Liu were left staring at each other in disbelief. "Just leaving them hanging?" ＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊＊ 11-20 Chapter Eight: Fierce Battle "Didn't you deploy too many troops on the south side?" Lan Hua, having recovered her strength after a day's rest, followed Zi Teng back to the main camp. She asked with some concern. "Not too many. In fact, the 15,000 men left on the front were also for that side." "But that leaves the front side too empty. If the orcs attack from the front..." "The orcs have 80,000 troops, and there's no natural defense on the front. If that happens, even if I put all 50,000 men on the front, it won't make a difference." Zi Teng interrupted her questioning. "So you're betting they won't attack head-on?" "It's not a bet," Zi Teng replied easily, "I'm perfectly confident the orcs won't attack from the front." Seeing Lan Hua's distrustful expression, he revealed a somewhat wicked smile. "How about we make a bet? If you lose, you'll bathe with me. I haven't had the chance to see Sister Lan Hua bathe in ages… Ah? Just kidding…" Lan Hua's hand was already on her sword, but reason still kept her from getting angry. "What if I win?" she asked through gritted teeth. "If that happens…" Zi Teng's voice suddenly became low, "Even if I don't die here, someone will force my father to take my head when we get back." ********** ... Taiyang Han couldn't believe such fearless madmen existed in the world. He was certain those Yanhuang people would retreat soon; there was no need for this pointless battle. So he decided to wait. He believed that once the enemy saw the sheer size of his army, they would flee with their tails between their legs. The army was complete, but the thousand men on the other side were still there. Were they too terrified to move? He decided to see for himself. Riding to the front of the army, he found the enemy not as panicked or dazed as he had imagined. They were well-equipped, their formation imposing, and most importantly, the underground river had swelled, and the high ground occupied by the thousand men blocked the only way to cross. Looking closer, he saw a female general in red, her figure valiant and spirited, amidst the black ranks. "Who is this?"

“This woman is Li Xingyu, said to be Li Yong’s daughter. She’s the one who defeated my army at Longcheng yesterday.”

“Yanhuang has produced another great general,”

the Sun Khan sighed. “Truly, even a centipede with a hundred legs doesn’t fall down easily. Li Yong’s daughter, how interesting!”

With that, he rode forward, startling the guards around him, who hurriedly gave chase. A commotion broke out in the army, almost leading to a charge.

“Go back, all of you. I just want to talk to the daughter of an old friend.”

He called out as he rode forward, “Don’t be nervous, I’m a friend of your father.”

“Friend? Where are there friends who have fought each other their whole lives? Where are there friends who kill their friends?”

Li Xingyu retorted coldly, her eyes flashing with murderous intent as she looked at the imposing man on horseback.

"I and your father were indeed adversaries, but I deeply admire your father's character and abilities. As for his death, it was merely a sacrifice to the hatred created by your country."

"Absurd!"

Li Xingyu shouted, "You have repeatedly sent troops to invade my borders and kill my soldiers and civilians. Where in the northern frontier are there not graves of my Yanhuang soldiers? To commit such heinous acts against heaven and earth and then try to shift the blame onto others—what kind of man are you?"

"It's absurd that you're blinded by hatred and narrow-minded nationalism. You only see your Yanhuang soldiers dying in battle, but have you ever seen our northern lands? They're also filled with graves! Is that against the natural order? Two hundred years ago, your Yanhuang army invaded our northern grasslands with unjust forces, and 50,000 of my Khanate's soldiers shed their blood on the battlefield. Where was the natural order then? A hundred years ago, you tore up the alliance and launched another large-scale invasion, and 100,000 of my Khanate's soldiers and civilians were massacred and forced to migrate north. Where was the natural order then? Now we're just trying to take back the land left by our ancestors. Where is that against the natural order?" "

..."

Li Xingyu was speechless. She never expected that in the end, she would be the one who was at a loss for words.

"I admire your father, but alas... I hope you will not follow in his footsteps. Make way! My 200,000 iron cavalry, if each fires just one arrow, can blot out the sky. You cannot stop them!"

"Thank you for your kindness, Great Khan, but I am a descendant of the Li family. If I yield, even if I survive, I will have no face to meet my ancestors and father."

"..."

The Sun Khan shook his head regretfully and turned his horse away. "What a pity..."

Back in his ranks, he raised his hand, and the sound of 100,000 men nocking arrows and drawing bows drowned out the sound of the flowing river. Li Xingyu looked up at the sky; a shadow blocked the sun above her head. 100,000 arrows rained down like a storm.

"Shield Wall!"

she shouted. Black shields formed an impenetrable wall, the clanging of metal echoing as the rain of arrows was forcefully blocked by the black wall. Then,

another sound drowned out the flowing water—the hoofbeats of charging cavalry. Three thousand iron cavalry charged towards the black wall. Unlike the light cavalry that had previously fired shots, these three thousand cavalry were true iron cavalry, their armor gleaming with a chilling light. Taiyang Khan believed these three thousand iron cavalry would be enough to drive the enemy's thousand men into the river.

"Confront the cavalry!"

Li Xingyu shouted again. The black wall quickly dispersed, the square formation instantly transforming into a triangle. Along the two sides pointing forward, black halberds and serrated shields were densely arranged, with powerful crossbows pointing forward inside.

The torrent of iron cavalry quickly surged forward. The gleaming halberds at the corner of the triangle forced them to split into two groups, advancing along the two sides, falling into a death trap—where more halberds lay.

One by one, cavalrymen were impaled by halberds, warhorses had their legs severed by the serrations of the shields, and fell to the ground. Many more cavalrymen were pierced by arrows fired from the black crossbows, falling directly into the river. A scene defying military common sense unfolded: despite being surrounded, the infantry, outnumbered by a significant margin, did not retreat under the charge of the cavalry. Instead, they slowly advanced, unhorsing countless Hu cavalrymen. The surviving cavalry were forced off the high ground and into the river…

Tayang Khan stared wide-eyed at this unbelievable scene: three times the number of cavalry were being forced back by the infantry, even driven into the river!

“Great Khan! I’ll go!”

said a knight in silver armor wielding two scimitars. Tayang Khan nodded, and he led a troop of equally silver-clad cavalry in a charge. This was the Khanate’s elite Flying Cavalry, led by one of the Four Warriors, the Sword Maniac.

The silver-clad cavalry charged towards the black triangular formation. Arrows fired from powerful crossbows were deflected by their swords. Just as they were about to crash into the death wall of halberds, the knights suddenly mounted their horses, brandishing their scimitars and leaping into the triangular formation to hack and slash.

This was the Flying Riders' fighting style. Skilled knights on horseback, and equally formidable warriors on foot. Using this tactic, they had repeatedly torn apart infantry formations that ordinary cavalry couldn't break!

Soon, the two sides were locked in a stalemate, but this chaos lasted only a moment. Suddenly, the black triangle exploded, and in the next instant, more Flying Riders stepped into the fragments. Three thousand Flying Riders accelerated, leaping into each scattered black piece, as if to devour the entire enemy formation. Gradually, the black seemed to be completely swallowed up.

The Flying Riders seemed to have victory in sight, but this was a ruse. While cavalry formations were indeed one of the Undead Army's deadly weapons, once they dispersed, laid down their halberds, and drew their twin swords, they could unleash a far more terrifying power.

Soon, the flying cavalry were plunged into the same despair as the Hu soldiers who had besieged Dragon City the previous night. These almost unkillable monsters before them were like messengers of death from hell, their sharp blades seizing all the flying cavalrymen around them, forcibly sending them to hell, their helpless cries echoing across the entire grassland.

The Blade Maniac wielded his twin blades like a whirlwind, keeping the black blades at bay. He was one of the few who could still put up a fight.

"Flying Sand and Stones!"

Pulling his sword from a flying cavalryman's chest, Li Xingyu brought his gauntlet to his mouth and then slammed his fist into the ground. Countless flying stones hurtled towards the Blade Maniac. He desperately swung his sword to block the stones, but soon revealed an opening.

Li Xingyu's ghostly figure leaped forward, his right foot slamming into his opponent's chest. Dao Kuang screamed and fell backward. Two black-armored warriors each swung their swords at him. He instinctively raised his sword to parry the two blades, but unfortunately, the other two swords from the two black-armored warriors quickly pierced his chest...

The sounds of battle gradually subsided. When the black formation was once again in formation, the ground was littered with white corpses. Although the fighting had clearly reduced the number of black warriors, they still held the high ground.

Taiyang Khan could hardly believe the living tragedy before his eyes. He had sent out two elite troops that could easily wipe out several times the number of enemies, but they had only lost a small number of enemy soldiers. That vexing black mass still stubbornly blocked the only passage, and he was helpless for the time being. Almost

simultaneously, the situation he least wanted to see occurred: a large army appeared on the distant horizon ahead, and soon, the banners bearing the character "Li" were faintly visible.

"Let's retreat..."

Taiyang Khan reluctantly accepted reality. He understood that continuing the fight would turn into a pointless war, and he couldn't afford to waste his limited national strength and manpower on a meaningless battle...

"Xingyu..."

Li Gan looked at his niece with some emotion, all the words he wanted to say were swallowed back by her resentful gaze.

"Now that you're back, Uncle, I can go back to guard Father's grave in peace."

"Uncle knows you hate me for not fighting for your father, but..."

Li Gan hesitated, "At least, let Uncle do something to make amends..."

"Then give me a thousand prisoners and death row inmates. The Undead Army needs replenishment."

Without even glancing back, Li Xingyu led the Undead Army away... The fierce battle in the

northern

frontier had ended, but the battle beneath Ningyuan City had just begun. Intense musket fire rang out from the northern cliffs, while the orcish army was closing in from the southern cliffs. A group of agile forest trolls had even begun their ascent.

However, there was no movement on the cliffs, not even a single defender in sight. Had the humans not deployed any defenses? The orcs wondered.

"Push!"

Suddenly, a command was given from the cliffs, and countless stones tumbled down, crushing the climbing trolls and sending the orcs at the foot of the mountain fleeing in panic.

Countless flags and soldiers appeared. The high piles of stones on the cliffs were not naturally formed; they not only concealed the defenders but also became the weapons that crushed the first wave of the orcish attack.

However, the orcs' second attack immediately began, met as usual by a dense rain of arrows. Countless orcs fell, struck by arrows, but they knew they couldn't stop here; stagnation would only lead to greater casualties. Ignoring the wounded, the orcs continued their relentless charge towards the cliff.

Soon, as the orcs drew near, muffled gunshots rang out from the cliff, then were drowned out by screams. Lead bullets fired from muskets exploded in the bodies of those struck, tearing open horn-shaped, bloody wounds. Even if not fatal, such wounds were enough to kill.

Unfortunately, reloading the muskets took too long. Before the second volley of gunfire could sound, many orcs had already rushed down the cliff and were climbing back up. The cliff trembled, and in the blink of an eye, countless logs and boulders rained down on the climbing orcs. The height of the city wall gave these falling rocks immense force; those struck instantly had their brains splattered and tumbled to the ground. But as one group fell, many more continued their desperate climb upwards.

Before long, many orcs had approached the cliff top, some even charging up the cliff face. Although most were quickly hurled off by spears, the orcs' formidable fighting prowess proved terrifying on the narrow cliff.

The humans, clearly outnumbered, surrounded them, but gained no advantage in the battle. Driven by savage strength, the heavy battle axes unleashed deadly attacks, rendering even the heaviest infantry armor on the continent—the thirty-pound Brilliant Armor—as useless as paper.

While orcs continued to fall, each fallen orc's battle axe, before its master fell, had already turned several times more humans into corpses.

The number of humans on the cliff dwindled, while the orcs multiplied. Wu Xiaojie, watching from below, was frantic. "What's going on? Send more men!"

"General, the mountain path is too narrow, we can't get up there! Ah? What's that?"

Wu Xiaojie looked in the direction his subordinate was pointing. With the heavy rumble of wheels, towering siege towers were being pushed forward, laden with soldiers and even cannons.

"Using these to send people up?"

Wu Xiaojie suddenly realized. "I didn't expect the young marshal to have even considered this."

"Damn it, am I going to die here today?"

Shi Zhongyi, fighting fiercely on the cliff, was equally anxious. His men were dwindling, and reinforcements were slow to arrive. He had prepared himself for death. He stumbled, and an axe was already at his feet. Instinctively, he dodged, but the axe pierced his left shoulder. "Ah!"

With a scream, his left arm fell to the ground. Enduring the pain, he swung his sword horizontally, decapitating the orc before him.

"General!"

Several subordinates rushed to protect him. Just as despair was setting in, they heard the sound of cannons booming nearby. Dozens of siege towers were pushed off the cliff, and the flames from the cannons exploded in the distant orc ranks, creating a deadly inferno. Thousands of soldiers surged up the cliff, and the battle situation changed almost instantly. This massive fresh force quickly pushed the orcs back down the cliff.

"General, reinforcements have arrived! The orcs have been driven back!"

a subordinate shouted joyfully.

"Good, good,"

Shi Zhongyi said, enduring the excruciating pain. "Following the young marshal, I knew I couldn't go wrong."

The battle that followed became a monotonous repetition. The orcs charged again and again, and the humans, relying on the powerful delivery capabilities of the siege towers, pushed them back time and time again. The tug-of-war continued until dusk, when both sides, exhausted, finally ceased fighting... As

night fell, both sides, having fought for most of the day, almost tacitly licked their wounds, preparing for the inevitable continuation of the battle the next day. After a day of observing and overseeing the battle from the city wall, Zifeng stretched her slightly stiff body and returned to the marshal's headquarters. Pushing open the door, she was greeted by the sweet scent of two young girls after their bath and the soft breathing of sleeping bodies—Yueya was peacefully asleep, using the cat girl as a pillow, their two small faces close together, both filled with happiness.

Seeing this tender scene, Zifeng smiled and tucked them in, but then realized she seemed quite out of place in the room. Compared to the two girls' fragrance, her own scent was rather unpleasant. Quietly stepping out of the room and carefully closing the door, Zifeng headed towards the bathroom, only to find someone had already gotten there. Looking at the pair of red boots by the door, the scene was all too familiar, even though it had moved from the royal palace to Ningyuan City. Everything went smoothly. Zifeng quietly crept to the window, cautiously peeking out. Suddenly, the window swung open with a "whoosh!" "You always do this, don't you get tired of it?" Lanhua's face, slightly flushed—whether from being spied on or from the steam—was filled with helplessness and a sense of déjà vu. "...Sister Lanhua, you're getting more and more vigilant..." Zifeng was prepared to be drenched in water, but instead, he was met with a resigned voice, "You have to keep your word... Come in...but this is a one-time thing." Zifeng then remembered the almost joking bet from before. This woman's meticulous nature had its merits, after all. He eagerly stripped off his clothes and ran inside. However, he quickly realized the situation was out of his control. Lanhua's words, "Look but don't touch," clearly defined the boundary between them. So, Zifeng could only sit on one side of the bathtub, collecting his bet with his eyes. Even so, that strong yet sexy body, especially her long legs that made up almost two-thirds of her height, quickly aroused a normal physical reaction in him. "You..." Lan Hua's face flushed even more as she watched Zi Teng's thick, erect penis rise rapidly from underwater. "Quickly push that ugly thing back down!" "Sister Lan Hua, you're making things difficult for me," Zi Teng feigned an innocent expression. "It's just too excited to see you, sister. What can I do? Can you help me, sister?" Lan Hua finally lost her temper and kicked Zi Teng's genitals. Zi Teng quickly grabbed her leg tightly with both hands. "You can't kick here like that, it'll make you infertile." "I don't care about you! You deserve it!" Lan Hua angrily tried to pull her foot back to kick again, but found that the other party didn't seem to want to let go at all. "Let go!" she shouted. "No,"

Zi Teng, however, went even further, resting her face on Lan Hua's long, slender legs. "Sister Lan Hua, you know, your legs are the sexiest."

"Let go!"

Lan Hua was already filled with shame and indignation. In this position, Zi Teng's eyes could see the most private parts of her body between her parted legs.

"I won't let go even if you kill me,"

Zi Teng resorted to a shameless tactic, "unless..."

***************

Under the same night sky, Yinshan seemed much more eerie. In a valley, a thousand Hu people prisoners of war were gathered together, and the surrounding mountains were filled with undead warriors armed with crossbows on guard.

The prisoners' eyes all turned to the high ground to one side, where the woman now held the power of life and death over them.

Li Xingyu's cold voice echoed from the high ground, "Listen up, by my temper I should have buried you all alive, but today I'll show you mercy. From now on, the brave live, the cowards die. Only the bravest warrior will I spare his life!"

These words caused a stir among the prisoners below, each one filled with fear and unease, wondering what this ruthless Yanhuang woman intended to do to them.

The next moment, countless curved swords were thrown down the valley. "Pick up your swords and kill everyone before you, every single one of them. Only the last two hundred will live!"

To them, Li Xingyu's voice now sounded like the roar of a demon from hell.

However, the voice was irresistible. Each man picked up a knife, assuming a fighting stance, blades clashing against each other. The prisoners hesitated, the blades trembling in their hands…

“Hmph!”

Li Xingyu snorted in dissatisfaction, and the Undying Army unleashed a volley of crossbow bolts. Those whose hands trembled the most became targets. “Those who are cowardly, take this as a warning!”

Last hope was shattered. Finally, the prisoners screamed and frantically rushed towards their comrades. Blades clashed, blood splattered, and soon half lay dead or wounded in pools of blood. Yet no one stopped, for the devil had made it clear: she only wanted two hundred, not five hundred. Therefore, three hundred more had to die.

Having lost all reason, they continued to fight to the death, their killing growing increasingly ferocious, their roars deafening, blood flowing everywhere… more and more dead and wounded lay motionless on the ground…

“Stop!”

Finally, only two hundred remained. Finally, the devil was satisfied. Li Xingyu walked down the valley, stepping over the corpses. “Good, very good. Those of you still alive are the people I want, no, to be precise, the bodies I want!”

Exhausted and covered in blood, the two hundred men immediately realized the nightmare was far from over. A group of black-armored warriors pounced on them, pinning them against the stone wall, restraining their hands and feet. Then, amidst their desperate screams, two bamboo tubes were inserted into their bodies—one draining their red blood, the other injecting a murky green liquid into them. Their

blood drained away little by little, but their lives did not decline. On the contrary, their muscles became even more explosive, their skin curled up as if scorched, and their teeth became as sharp and piercing as a wild beast.

Clad in black armor and cloaks, wearing demonic masks and uniform black gear, a new generation of undead warriors was born, and the undead army was restored to its former size of one thousand.

********************

"Clang!"

A cup shattered at Li Xingyu's feet. Xue Lian, who was holding tea beside him, was stunned by the horrific scene before her and stood frozen in place.

Li Xingyu frowned at the beautiful Hu woman. Because Long Mei was the garrison commander of Longcheng, she had only brought the mother of the daughter back to the mountain. He grabbed the woman's hair and pulled her to his feet. "Lick it clean!"

The woman dared not disobey and could only stick out her tongue to carefully clean the tea leaves stuck to her boots. The Hu people were a nomadic people, and to facilitate riding, the women's qipaos were also designed to be tight-fitting. The pair of full breasts accentuated by the clothes swayed with her movements, which aroused Li Xingyu's lust once again.

He grabbed the woman's hair and twisted her up, tearing open her clothes at the chest. Two enormous breasts immediately rolled out. He lifted her short skirt, and his mutated penis throbbed excitedly.

The woman, whose entire body had been violated for a long time, knew very well what this meant. She knelt between Li Xingyu's legs, pressing her large breasts together with her hands, revealing a long cleavage. The penis immediately aimed at that cleavage and thrust in. A sensation different from a vagina surged through her. The penis, tightly surrounded by soft and elastic breast flesh, rubbed in and out of the crevice. With each withdrawal, the previous space was quickly filled by the breasts, like a honey hole that always maintained the same tightness. Li

Xingyu thrust rapidly, gripping the woman's shoulders with both hands, simultaneously controlling their movements. The movements became faster and more forceful, and her breathing became heavier and heavier...

********** ... In the marshal's headquarters bathroom, Lan Hua had reluctantly compromised. Her sexy, strong feet were now rubbing and squeezing Zi Teng's hot, throbbing penis, her ten slender, white toes sliding alternately over the sensitive glans. Zi Teng felt his blood surging, his body trembling as he lay on the edge of the bath. He looked up, his eyes wide, and saw the brown pubic hair between Lan Hua's legs. The dual stimulation of sight and touch made him feel all the blood rush to one place. At this moment, Lan Hua's breathing became rapid. She felt the huge thing between her legs growing larger and hotter, burning her feet with a tingling, itchy, and unbearable sensation. She felt the penis throbbing more and more intensely; having been there before, she knew he was nearing his limit. "Tell me when you're going to come, don't get it on me." "Mmm...okay...ah..." Zi Teng mumbled incoherently, but at the same time, he ejaculated. Streams of semen burst forth, spraying straight into the air before raining down, covering Lan Hua's long legs with white filth. "You bastard!"... After a scream and the sound of a blunt object striking a skull, Lan Hua stormed out of the bathroom, leaving behind someone sprawled headfirst in the tub, their legs thrashing about... Chapter Nine: The Raid At dawn, gunfire erupted again from the north and south outside Ningyuan City. Zi Teng leisurely walked from the camp to the main camp. The orcs' actions were entirely within his expectations, which solidified his strategy. As he walked, he saw Yue Ya'er searching for something in the military camp. Zi Teng shook his head. This shouldn't be happening in the military camp, but he also realized he had no right to criticize the guards. Wasn't he the one who told them not to interfere with Yue Ya'er's actions unless they were too outrageous? “Senior brother,” Crescent Moon had already come up to him and asked cautiously, “Have you seen Sasha?” “What’s wrong?” Wisteria asked curiously, “Is she lost?” “No…actually…” Crescent Moon scratched her head, a little embarrassed, and said, “We’re playing hide-and-seek.” “Kids will be kids…” Wisteria thought to himself, completely forgetting that he was only two or three years older than her. “That’s not right. In hide-and-seek, you have to find yourself.” He patted the little girl’s hair and said. “Okay…”

After seeing Yueya'er off, Ziteng headed towards his tent. Lanhua, standing at the door, glared at him irritably before reporting, "The two cavalry commanders are waiting inside."

"Is...is that so..."

Ziteng, his scalp tingling from her glare, stammered, avoiding her murderous gaze, and slunk into the tent.

"Young Marshal has arrived!"

The Blood-Clad Guard at the door, barely suppressing a laugh, called out. The two men inside immediately stood up. "Welcome, Young Marshal!"

"What brings you here so early in the morning?"

Leaving his embarrassing gaze behind him, Ziteng returned to his usual demeanor.

"Young Marshal, we've been drying all day, we're already dry, you see..."

Wu Junyi said awkwardly. This day had been exceptionally difficult for the two of them and their cavalrymen. Seeing the fierce battle raging on the north and south mountains, yet they were completely useless, was the most unbearable torment for a group of warriors.

“Alright, I won’t leave you hanging today,”

Zi Teng said, and the two men immediately beamed with joy. However, what he followed was, “I order you to lead your troops back to sleep.”

“Ah…”

The two men looked at each other again, as if they were hallucinating.

Looking at their comical appearance, Zi Teng almost laughed out loud, but he also knew that unless he explained things more clearly, these two men and their ten thousand cavalrymen would not be in the mood for a good night’s sleep. “Don’t understand? Follow me.”

Zi Teng walked to the front of the map and pointed to a spot on it, saying, “This is where the orc camp was first discovered. Behind it is the Gobi Desert. It’s impossible to get supplies from that kind of place, so the orcs only have two options for supplies: stockpiling or transporting.”

The two men nodded. “You two have been in the army for many years. Let me ask you, with our army’s transportation capabilities, is it possible to establish a transport line in this Gobi Desert to ensure the supply of 80,000 troops?”

Zi Teng then asked a seemingly unrelated question, and the two men shook their heads as an answer.

"So how do the orcs' supply capabilities and combat consumption compare to our army?"

"The former are inferior to our army, while the latter are greater."

The two were naturally well aware of this common sense.

"So... um..."

Zifeng didn't say anything more, but simply pointed to the spot he had just visited. Seeing the two looking thoughtful, he knew there was no need to say more. "That's all I can tell you for now. Go back and tell your men to sleep until nightfall. Then, there will naturally be battles to fight."

"Okay."

The two obeyed and left. Zifeng, however, inadvertently noticed a fluffy tail hanging from the top of the tent. Looking up, he saw the catwoman Sasha hanging there.

"Meow!"

Noticing that Zifeng had seen her, the catwoman gave him a pleading look and pointed outside. Zifeng roughly understood what was going on. "Really, she actually hid here."

He shook his head with a wry smile, but didn't take it too seriously. Instead, he began to consider whether he should remind Crescent Moon not to waste her energy elsewhere.

"You want to raid the orcs' granary?"

While pondering this pointless question, Zi Teng stepped out of the tent, only to be interrupted by Lan Hua's somewhat skeptical voice.

"Sister Lan Hua, how did you know?"

Zi Teng cautiously looked around, making sure no one else could hear him besides himself and Lan Hua, before asking.

"Don't be nervous, I've sent everyone away,"

Lan Hua said. "Yesterday, you stared at that place on the map for a long time. Wasn't that too risky? Not to mention the orcs might have heavily guarded it, they might have already moved the granary with their army."

"The orcs have only been dividing their forces for half a day, and they've been attacking with all their might, so both of your worries are unnecessary."

There was no need to keep anything from her anymore, Zi Teng replied.

“Indeed…”

After pondering for a moment, Lan Hua agreed with the other person’s statement. “Wait…”

Suddenly, she seemed to realize something, her face filled with surprise. “Using artillery as a feint to make the orcs abandon their main camp, while heavily defending the flanks to hold back the main orc force, could it be that you planned all of this from the beginning, and all the arrangements were for this step?”

“More or less.”

“Now it seems that Lord Gongsun’s evaluation of you was indeed accurate.”

With a chilling expression, Lan Hua whispered, “You are truly ‘terrifying’.”

“‘Terrifying’? The old strategist is praising me so highly ?”

Zi Teng smiled casually.

“Was he wrong? No matter what others might think of, you always seem to be able to calculate several steps ahead . If someone like you were an enemy, wouldn’t you be the most terrifying?”…

********** ... "The king regards me as a national hero, and I should repay him with the same ability; but if the king regards us as ants, what virtue does he have that I should repay?" His niece's words were simple and clear. He knew very well that because of his brother's death and injustice, his niece harbored deep resentment towards the court. Although this went against the principles of loyalty and righteousness upheld by the Li family for generations, he truly couldn't find any grounds to criticize her. In reality, the corruption of the court and the suffering of the people were obvious. If he weren't burdened by border affairs and had no choice in the matter, he himself might have considered retiring. "Alas..." However, the imperial decree was hard to disobey. How could he persuade his stubborn niece? "Father, is something troubling you?" Li Xingmeng quietly entered the study and carefully brought tea to her father. “Xingmeng…” Li Gan gazed at his daughter. Out of her military uniform, she now gave off the air of a girl next door. Her azure hair was as beautiful as the sky, and the two short strands framing her face gave her a distinctive personality. Her eyes were so clear, bright, and gentle; and her smile was so pure, like a clear spring, a blue lake, a mountain stream, or moonlight… His daughter had grown up, he sighed inwardly. Now he truly understood the gossip his subordinates had uttered. As a frontier region, women were scarce, and most were tomboyish and reserved, making this girl an undeniable idol in the army. Initially, she did attract countless men with plenty of food, but in the end, all of them were conquered, or rather, won over by her smile. Everyone treated her like a younger sister from their hometown, showering her with care. Here, even the New Year couldn't compare to the excitement surrounding her birthday. Indeed, although it might be a bit of an exaggerated illusion on her part, this little girl might truly be the source of morale for the Northern Army. "Father, is there something on my face?" Li Xingmeng asked, somewhat puzzled by her father's gaze. "Oh? Nothing." Li Gan sighed. Shouldn't it be time to find this child a good match? "It's just that your sister… the Emperor has issued an imperial decree to appoint her as a general, but you know her temper and her attitude towards the court…"

“I understand… I’ll try to persuade my sister. She’s always doted on me, maybe she’ll listen to me.” Seeing her father’s dilemma, Li Xingmeng volunteered .

“ Alright …

I’ll give it a try. ”

********** ... "In my opinion, Li Xingyu isn't disobeying orders, nor is she putting on airs; she simply doesn't trust the court, and even..." Zhang Taiyue glanced at the emperor, hesitated for a moment, and then continued, "She doesn't even trust Your Majesty anymore. After all, her father died in battle on the frontier, yet he was unjustly imprisoned for years. Under such circumstances, anyone would..." "I also wish to exonerate her father, but we must wait for the right opportunity." "But she doesn't know Your Majesty's thoughts. She only knows that Your Majesty hasn't exonerated her father," Zhang Taiyue said helplessly. “Rehabilitate…” Long Zhengtian murmured the word, lost in thought. “Someone, bring me pen and ink.” The eunuch immediately brought over the writing implements. Long Zhengtian picked up the brush and wrote, and in no time, four large, elegant characters appeared on the paper. “Make a golden plaque with these characters immediately, affix my imperial seal, and send it to the northern frontier.” “Your Majesty is wise!” Upon seeing the four characters, Zhang Taiyue couldn’t help but exclaim in admiration, “In this way, even without saying anything, I believe Li Xingyu will understand Your Majesty’s good intentions.” “Also, don’t send your Ministry of War personnel. Have my imperial physicians deliver it, along with some of the best wound medicine. Say, ‘This is a royal secret formula; after taking it, all injuries will be healed within three days.’” “Three…three days…isn’t that too fast?” “Just say that. I have no patience to wait any longer!” As the saying goes, "The mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind." Just when Zi Teng seemed to have calculated everything perfectly, an unexpected factor appeared on the border. In a basin on the edge of the border, a wolf army of 50,000 had already set up camp. While the military attention of the entire Xiling Road was focused on the lion army of 80,000, they quietly hid here, avoiding the sight of the two sides fighting outside Ningyuan City. In a large tent built of stone and animal hides, a fox-eared woman leaned against a pillar. Her fair skin had none of the roughness of that of ordinary high-ranking orcs, and her charming face radiated an alluring glow even when expressionless. The long, thin dress, barely covering her neck, descended to just below, revealing only her shoulders, arms, and almost her entire back. Her full, rounded breasts were accentuated by the close-fitting fabric. The white dress had a high slit, revealing her crossed legs, their long lines extending upwards to her full hips and slender waist… The fox clan, an anomaly among the beastmen, was an all-female race with a peculiar reproductive rule: they could only reproduce by interbreeding with other races. If a child was male, it belonged to the other race; if female, it belonged entirely to the fox clan. The woman's gaze fell upon the center of the tent, where a large animal-hide bed stood. A robust man with eerie green wolf eyes was raping a woman. She had the same fox ears, the same smooth, snow-white skin, and the same voluptuous, alluring figure, but overall, in both appearance and physique, she paled in comparison to her fellow fox clan member who stood by watching. The woman moaned and gasped, her large breasts swaying in the man's hands, her snow-white thighs twitching with the rhythm of his thrusts. The fox clan didn't possess the robust physiques of other beastmen, but this race, renowned for its beautiful women, had its own strategies for survival in the dog-eat-dog world of beastmen; their bodies were their most powerful weapons. The wolf-eyed man also panted, his lower body continuing its piston-like movements, while his upper body bent down, burying his face between the woman's bouncing breasts, licking and kissing them, sometimes biting the soft flesh, sometimes sucking on the nipples. The sounds of their bodies colliding filled the hall. The woman's voluptuous body moved in rhythm with the thrusts of his penis, her white flesh rippling. As time passed, the man's movements became more intense, his breathing heavier... The fox-woman watched the erotic scene unfold before her expressionlessly. Every time she saw her sisters offering their bodies to another tribe not for procreation, a strange feeling would well up within her, even though it was commonplace in the fox clan's centuries-long evolutionary history. A short while later, another fox-woman peeked in from outside the tent, whispered a few words in her ear, and then withdrew. She frowned, pondered for a moment, then rose and walked towards the large bed in the center. At this moment, the wolf-eyed man's penis had left the fox-woman's honey hole on the bed. The fox-woman knelt before him, her small mouth open, her tongue skillfully entwining around his penis, diligently swallowing and sucking. The wolf-eyed man pressed his hands against the back of her head, his penis frantically ejaculating into her mouth. The fox-woman's cheeks gradually swelled up. Finally, it seemed her mouth could no longer hold it, and the penis withdrew, the continuous ejaculation instantly leaving her face a mess. "Give me the scepter, your army has something to do." The female chieftain walked up to the wolf-eyed man and said coldly. "No...no problem...it's right by the bed..." he replied, somewhat disoriented from ejaculation, but his eyes were fixed on the female chieftain's breasts, exposed from her clothes as she bent down to get the scepter. He greedily reached out. "Ah!" With a scream, the wolf-eyed man withdrew his hand as if electrocuted, all the hair on his body standing on end. He had really been shocked. The female chieftain's jade hand, which had pried open his thieving hand, faintly showed a blue current flowing. The fox clan is not only renowned for its beautiful women, but they are also an anomaly among the orcs, a race almost entirely devoid of magic. Their magical talent is in no way inferior to that of the forest elves. " Do you want to duel His Majesty ?" The female chieftain turned and left, leaving behind a cold question . " You stinking fox, always trying to intimidate me with that dead tiger, " the wolf-eyed man rubbed his numb hands, a surge of barely suppressed rage rising within him. " When I kill him and become the Beast King, I'll see if I don't get you pregnant!" ********** ... "Wu Junyi!" "Your subordinate is here!" "Your Excellency, lead a thousand armored cavalry to clear the way!" "Yes, sir!"

"The rest of the troops, follow me! " ... **********

... The jackal army headed southeast, and the overconfident Barmond planned to outflank the human cavalry for a surprise attack. However, he overlooked the feasibility of this plan in the complex battlefield environment, and even more unexpectedly, due to a miscalculation of timing, his troops would precisely insert themselves into the gap between the human vanguard and the main force. "What?" When Zifang received this news, he was somewhat surprised. It wasn't that he hadn't expected the enemy to discover his actions. In fact, his original plan was for the stronger armored cavalry to engage and hold back any potential enemy attacks, while the main force would then cover and rout the enemy. However, he hadn't anticipated that the orcish attacking force would appear directly in this position without encountering his vanguard. "What? Wasn't this in your plan?" Lan Hua was surprised to see Zifang's surprised expression. "Unexpected situations are always unavoidable," Zifang said casually. "There's nothing to worry about. The advantage and initiative are still on our side. Fire Cavalry, seize that hill on the orcish flank. The rest of the troops, prepare to engage!" he ordered. The jackal army halted its advance, puzzled as to why they hadn't encountered any human forces. Where were they? Had they overtaken them, or were they still at this position? Barmond was caught in a dilemma. "Chief, something's wrong! Look!" a lieutenant suddenly cried out. Barmond looked up and saw the gleam of weapons flashing on the ridge of a small hill beside him. At the summit stood the two thousand Fire Cavalry of Wisteria. These soldiers were nominally cavalry, but in reality, while they marched on horseback, they fought mostly on dismount. In an instant, the ridge was covered with black musket muzzles. The Fire Cavalry soldiers were arranged in three ranks: the front rank held their muskets ready to fire, the second rank held their muskets and stood by, and the third rank carried slings loaded with black fire grenades instead of stones. Before the jackals could react, the first rank fired, then the second, then the first again, each rank firing while the next reloaded. Simultaneous with the gunfire came explosions, and along with the bullets flew ignited fireballs. While these projectiles couldn't match the power of cannons, their explosions were enough to kill multiple targets nearby. Before long, a large number of corpses lay on the hillside. However, this was merely the prelude to the human attack. The jackals, having finally managed to rein in their horses, soon discovered that the dissipating smoke revealed a tidal wave of human cavalry charging towards them. Leading the charge were three thousand light cavalry, each wielding a bow and crossbow, approaching the enemy like a whirlwind across the desert. One hundred paces, fifty paces, thirty paces… a hail of arrows rained down on the jackals, who were disoriented by the explosions. Barmond swung his flail, attempting to deflect the arrows, but the dense barrage seemed to have eyes, striking Barmond and his comrades behind him. Soon, hundreds of jackals were struck by arrows and fell from their horses. Those who survived lay groaning in pain on the gravel-covered ground, some howling loudly, their faces contorted in agony. With their fierce and powerful leader dead, the jackals were immediately leaderless. Their morale and psychological support collapsed, and they lost all will to fight. Escaping was their top priority, and they turned their horses and fled like stray dogs, scrambling for their lives. Another clatter of hooves followed, and two thousand armored cavalrymen, who had circled around from behind the hill, appeared as if falling from the sky, blocking the path of the remaining jackals. Led by Lan Hua, clad in red armor, the heavily armored cavalrymen charged forward. Faced with their full armor, the almost bare-chested jackal cavalrymen were immediately routed and forced to retreat. From their flanks and rear, human light cavalry pursued them. The remaining jackals were like fish in a net, subjected to fierce attacks from all sides, terrified and knowing that today was their doom. A hail of arrows rained down on them, sending another group of jackals sprawling from their horses. Desperate and nearly wiped out, the remaining jackals threw aside their weapons, dismounted, and knelt in surrender. ************ In just half an hour, the cavalry skirmish ended in a decisive victory. Before the battlefield could be cleared, Zifang received two pieces of news. One was expected good news: during the main battle, Wu Junyi's vanguard had raided the almost undefended orc camp, burning all their food supplies. The other was completely unexpected, a bolt from the blue: the messenger sent to contact the northern blockade forces witnessed a horrific scene—a thousand light cavalry, including Commander Liu Tiezhu, had been annihilated… For the first time, Zifang felt a chill run down her spine. Whoever attacked them meant the news had leaked; wherever the problem occurred, it meant—there was a spy among her… Who was it?… Could it be! He suddenly realized a detail he had overlooked: if the catwoman was just an ordinary orc girl, how did she manage to sneak into the heavily guarded tent to play "hide-and-seek"? If she was the spy, then… But there was no time for him to continue his deductions. Although he didn't know who had attacked the flank, it seemed they didn't intend to directly attack his own troops; otherwise, they would have already acted. Nevertheless, under the current circumstances, the lion-like forces to the north had probably already received news of the attack on the main camp. Intelligence indicated that the orc forces there were all lightly armed and fast wolf riders. Although their numbers weren't large, they could make it difficult for him to retreat smoothly. If he lingered too long, and the main orc force to the south received the news and arrived… "What do we do now? Quickly gather our troops and retreat before the orcs catch up," Lan Hua suggested. “Horses can’t outrun giant wolves. Retreating like this and being chased by wolf cavalry will be troublesome. We must deal with this tail first. ” Wisteria looked at the valley to the north, lost in thought … **************** ...

"Whether humanity is defeated or not is meaningless to us. Given our position in the country, we have no right to share the spoils of war. For us, weakening the power of other races is the best outcome. As long as Rosa is harmed, that old lion will fight humanity to the death, and that's what I want to see."

"Hurry!"

Rosa urged her men on. The billowing black smoke from the granary was already visible in the distance. "We can make it! We can definitely make it!"

she cried in her heart.

"Boom!"

Two violent explosions responded to her. Rocks tumbled down from the blast sites, one blocking their path and the other sealing off their way back.

"Not good!"

Rosa was shocked. They were in a valley, and if their front and rear were blocked, her two thousand cavalrymen would be trapped.

As if in response, a large number of fire grenades were hurled down from the cliffs. The human troops had been waiting on the cliffs for a long time. The dismounted armored cavalry, armed with spears, formed a dense formation at the front, while the fire cavalrymen's lances protruded from between them. Behind them were light cavalrymen with fully drawn bows.

Explosions raged through the valley, flames erupted, and thick smoke billowed. The wolf riders were disoriented, many instantly mangled by the blasts, and the rest were in complete chaos. The fear of fire was an instinct of wild beasts, and even the well-trained giant wolves were no exception. Faced with the raging flames of the explosions, the orc mounts hesitated, and the riders, blinded by the smoke, could only spin in place, becoming easy targets for arrows and muskets. A hail of arrows and bullets rained down, and men were constantly struck and fell.

"Charge up the mountain!"

Rosa shouted, leading the charge on her warwolves. Unfortunately, in the chaos, few could follow her. The charge was quickly overwhelmed by the rain of arrows; most fell, struck by arrows. Those who managed to reach the top were caught in a pincer movement of spearmen, becoming pincushions.

Rosa's mount collided with the spears, and in that instant, she lunged forward, leaping over the human army's ranks. She rolled to her feet and saw the human man protected by a group of red-clad guards—the leader of this human force. Her eyes blazed with murderous fury, but she could no longer advance. Several arrows were embedded in her back. Supporting herself with her sword, she stubbornly refused to fall.

Wisteria, too, watched with interest this defiant lion-woman before her. Her long, brown hair, purple eyes, scarlet lips, wheat-colored skin, and that most alluring feature of a man—a voluptuous and wild figure—made her trembling and her defiant gaze all the more striking.

However, Wisteria wasn't solely interested in her wild beauty. He remembered intelligence indicating that the leader of the northern orcs was the old lion king's daughter. He knew this woman's identity might be the key to winning this battle. "Take her back,"

he calmly ordered. The

Yinshan

Mountains under the moon were as serene as ever. In a secluded courtyard on the mountain, Li Xingyu lay quietly on the bed, her daytime clothes gone, revealing bruises from the battle on her bare back. Xue Lian, equally naked, knelt beside her, carefully applying medicine, a mixture of semen and vaginal fluid dripping from between her legs.

After the previous battle, her heart, dormant for many years, stirred once more. She thought she could completely abandon the responsibilities brought by this surname, but…

a silver-white flash appeared faintly on the distant Baiyun Pass. Someone was using a spirit talisman to enter Baiyun Pass from afar. The imperial court had probably sent people again, Li Xingyu thought to herself. Still not giving up?

The sound of hooves followed immediately, causing her to frown. So fast? How could it be? She got up, grabbed a sheet from the side, wrapped herself in it, and went to the window. Only one person and one horse were coming up the mountain path, and the person on horseback was none other than her cousin.

"..."

With mixed feelings, Li Xingyu glanced at her approaching sister, then grabbed a spear and threw it at her. The spear, as if guided by instinct, embedded itself in the tree in front of the horse's head. The horse lurched to a halt, its legs kicking high into the air.

Li Xingmeng struggled to steady her mount. It seemed her sister truly didn't welcome her; this was something she had anticipated.

Dismounting and securing the reins, Li Xingmeng entered the courtyard. "Sister's way of welcoming people is quite unique."

"Uncle sent you as a mediator, didn't he?"

The other party didn't give her a chance to change the subject.

“Sister, why are you doing this? The court needs capable people right now, and you…”

“Have those idle people in the court finally gotten tired of dealing with their own people?”

Li Xingyu’s tone was full of sarcasm. “But do you really expect me to work for the people who killed my father?”

“Sister, how can you say that? Have you forgotten our Li family’s precepts? Have you forgotten our ancestors who served the country loyally for generations?”

“I’m doing this for the country. The court is rotten to the core. Changing the emperor and changing the court might be a good thing for the country.”

“Slap!”

Li Xingmeng slapped her sister hard across the face. She couldn't believe her sister could say such things so calmly. "This isn't for the country at all; you just want to see the court fall so you can feel better. You're disgracing Uncle!"

"What do you know?"

The burning sensation on her face seemed to ignite a fire within Li Xingyu. "Do you know what hatred is? Do you know what loneliness is? Do you know what sorrow is? You don't understand! You're just a princess who's been pampered by your family since childhood. Have you experienced what I've experienced? Do you know what it's like to lose your father? Do you know what it feels like to watch your deceased relatives suffer injustice for years? What right do you have to talk to me like that?"

"I..."

Her sister's words left Li Xingmeng speechless. Indeed, as her father said, anyone who had experienced what her sister had gone through would have been condemned even if they had betrayed the country. Yet, her sister hadn't, and had just stepped forward at the nation's most critical moment. "I'm sorry..."

"Never mind..."

After all, she was her most beloved younger sister since childhood, and Li Xingyu found it difficult to truly harbor anger towards her. "I know the current situation of the court, but at least... they should give me some hope."

This was her bottom line. "

Miss, the Emperor's imperial physician just came to deliver a decree..."

Xue Lian walked in, her hastily put-on clothes still somewhat disheveled.

"Imperial physician? What's going on now?"

The identity of the visitor surprised her. "Where is he?"

"He left a large box and said a lot of strange things, saying that it contained royal medicine that would heal all injuries in less than three days."

What on earth was going on? Filled with suspicion, Li Xingyu walked out of the room, frowning as she looked at the box. It was meant to hold medicine, but it was far too large. After a moment's thought, she suddenly chopped down with her palm, shattering the box into pieces of wood. The four large, gilded characters on the gleaming plaque—"Dragon City Flying General"—were vibrant and powerful, beneath which lay the imperial seal.

"..."

Li Xingyu's face showed no change, but her slightly trembling shoulders betrayed her excitement. "Xingmeng, I'll go back to Baiyun Pass with you."

"Sister...really?"

"Of course, but..."

Li Xingyu turned around and smiled at her younger sister. Only then did she notice how alluring her sister's attire was today. The luminous silk outer garment was transparent in the moonlight, revealing a red bra and panties underneath. "We'll have to wait until dawn. There are many wolves on the mountain roads here that will eat little girls like you."

"Huh?"

"You have two choices now: either stay and be eaten by your sister, or go out and be eaten by the wolves."

Li Xingyu said, already reaching out to unbutton her sister's clothes.

"Sister...you...you're so mean..."

Li Xingmeng said softly, without any intention of resisting, because the person in front of her was not only her sister, but also the first and only person to have enjoyed her body.

"Ah...sister...sister..."

Li Xingmeng's body went limp, obediently letting her sister remove her silk garment.

Throwing the silk garment aside, Li Xingyu put her sister on the ground, grabbed the red bra with both hands and ripped it open. A pair of firm breasts, characteristic of a young girl, sprang out, the pink nipples trembling with their owner's breath. Li Xingyu gently traced her sister's flat stomach with her fingers, pulling down her panties as she ripped off the sheets covering herself, revealing her erect penis, enough to shame most men.

"Put it in, sister, hurry..."

Li Xingmeng spread her legs wide, feeling the heat of the tip of the penis against her vulva, feeling the fullness of its gradual entry.

"So hot... sister's... so hot..."

Li Xingmeng tilted her head back, moaning incoherently. She felt her body slowly expanding, a burning penis gradually thrusting deeper inside her. With each inch it went in, she felt waves of pleasure emanating from her lower body...

"Ah!"

Li Xingmeng screamed, her seductive voice naturally growing higher with her sister's increasingly rapid movements, "Ah... ahh... sister... I want more... more..."

Li Xingmeng's body trembled weakly in orgasm, letting her sister play with her body.

Li Xingyu forcefully pulled out and thrust in again, his penis churning excitedly within his sister's honeypot. Lustful fluids overflowed from their point of connection, gradually soaking a large patch of the carpet on the floor…

“Xingmeng, sister’s coming!”

Li Xingmeng, caught in a series of orgasms, heard her sister’s excited cry and felt her sister’s body tense, followed by violent spasms. Streams of hot fluid surged through her trembling, delicate body. “Ah! Sister! Sister!”

The intense pleasure made her scream, her honeypot contracting violently , as if trying to swallow her sister’s penis and semen into her womb .

********** ... He now faced at least two orc armies, with at least one lurking in the shadows. His main field forces hadn't arrived yet, and if he couldn't quickly eliminate the lion tribe, the hidden orc force could deliver a fatal blow at any moment. Now, the old lion king's daughter was in his hands—a trump card full of variables. Used well, it could stabilize the lion tribe or even eliminate their threat; used poorly… a terrifying feeling welled up within him. He understood why the hidden lion tribe force had only attacked his blockade forces deployed on the northern route; they wanted to force the lion tribe to fight him to the death. "Even among the orcs, there are such cunning individuals," he sighed. "It seems I need to recalculate their possible actions." "But first…" Wisteria thought for a moment, then rose and walked towards the place where the female prisoner was held, "I need to find a way to make this trump card more advantageous to me."

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