The Regent's Koi Princess

Looking at Lin Qingyue riding his horse at a gallop, Tang Huiru, who was also wearing white armor and robe, raised the short whip in her hand and whipped the horse hard.

She growled softly:

"drive……"

The horse galloped forward rapidly.

The dust was raised by the sound of rapid horse hooves, covering half the sky like a dark cloud. The war horses' manes danced wildly in the wind, and every neigh sounded like the beating of a war drum, stirring the blood and fearlessness in the hearts of the soldiers.

Soon, Tang Huiru rode at full speed and stood at the head of the team. Her figure appeared and disappeared in the flying dust. Her eyes were as firm as iron. The short whip in her hand drew sharp arcs in the air from time to time, which was both a spur and an encouragement.

The soldiers followed closely behind, their armor flashing coldly under the sunlight. Their heartbeats resonated with the rhythm of their horses' hooves, forming an unstoppable torrent, advancing rapidly towards Zheng Shanmin's camp.

At this moment, all the soldiers of the Western Zhou Dynasty were determined to raise the flag of victory over the enemy camp.

At this moment, it is a heroic scene of thousands of horses galloping and dust flying, and the dust and courage are intertwined into a magnificent picture.

The strength of both sides gathered, like two torrents suddenly colliding. In an instant, the air was filled with heavy metal collision sounds and low roars.

"Rush..."

"Kill, kill, kill..."

……

Swords shone like weaving threads, knife shadows intersected, and every flash of light was a life-or-death contest. Blood flowers bloomed in the air, and were quickly swallowed by the dust, leaving behind shocking traces.

The eyes of the warriors of the Western Zhou Dynasty showed both determination and indomitable spirit. They either swung their swords to attack or held up their shields to block. Every confrontation was accompanied by a collision of strength and a contest of skills.

Although they are not good at riding and shooting, they are no problem in close combat.

The neighing of the war horses became more intense, as if they were also cheering for this glorious battle. The battlefield was chaotic yet orderly, tragic yet exciting.

When the fight seemed almost over, Lin Qingyue blew the horn to retreat.

The retreat horn resounded through the sky, like an ancient call, penetrating the noise of the battlefield.

The soldiers of the Western Zhou Dynasty moved upon hearing the order, with a hint of reluctance in their eyes, but more of a resolute execution of the order. They quickly exchanged tacit glances, without saying much, the tacit understanding of fighting side by side was deeply engraved in each other's hearts.

I saw a general holding up a sword with the tip pointing downward. He swung it lightly and then turned around. His movements were smooth and powerful, leading the soldiers behind him to retreat in an orderly manner.

The war horses seemed to have sensed their master's intention and changed direction one after another. The sound of horse hooves became less frequent, but they still maintained amazing discipline.

In the dust, the silver light of the armor gradually faded away, but left behind a series of determined backs, stretching out in the afterglow of the setting sun, like an immortal mark in the long river of history.

The barbarians in Nanjing thought that the soldiers of the Western Zhou Dynasty were retreating because of fear, so they pursued them relentlessly.

As the figures of the Western Zhou soldiers completely disappeared at the edge of the safe zone, a strange dark track suddenly streaked across the sky, like a meteor shower that arrived early at night, but with an ominous atmosphere.

Those black round eggs looked particularly cold in the afterglow of the setting sun. They silently cut through the sky and accurately fell into the pursuit team of the Nanjing barbarians.

Before the barbarian soldiers could react.

Suddenly, "bang, bang, bang--" a series of deafening explosions rang out in an instant, as if the sky had cracked into countless holes, releasing destructive force.

The air was filled with a mixture of scorched earth and a strange aroma, which was the unique "greeting" of Super Popcorn No. 3.

The barbarian soldiers were caught off guard. They saw fire and black smoke all around them, accompanied by the tragic sight of bodies being blown to pieces and heart-wrenching wails.

In an instant, the entire battlefield was filled with wailing and flying dust, as if the end of the world had come.

In the light of the fire, the formation of the Nanjing barbarians instantly became fragmented, and the broken limbs and terrified faces intertwined into a hellish picture.

Black smoke and dust intertwined, covering the sky and the sun, making the already chaotic battlefield even more desperate.

The shock wave generated by the explosion knocked the war horses to the ground. They neighed helplessly, their eyes full of fear of death.

The air was filled with the pungent smell of burning and blood. The screams of the soldiers, the neighing of horses and the roar of explosions intertwined together to form a tragic war song.

In this chaos, although the soldiers of the Western Zhou Dynasty had retreated to a safe area, many of them could not help but look back at the sea of ​​fire. Their eyes were filled with complex emotions about the miserable situation of the enemy, as well as shock and awe at the power of the unknown weapons.

Only today did they understand why their coach, who was obviously a weak scholar, chose to march to Nanping with them, the soldiers who had fought on the battlefield for many years.

It turned out to be the case.

No wonder General Long valued those things more than his life along the way.

These things are really good. They can annihilate the enemy without wasting any soldiers. Let me ask, who else in the world can do this except these unknown treasures?

……

Nanjing Camp

Zheng Shanmin had been sitting leisurely in the tent drinking tea and playing with the newly acquired jade ruyi in his hand.

Deputy General Liang Jingkang stood opposite him, looking down at the leisurely Zheng Shanmin with a slight smile on his face.

Both of them were confident about this battle.

After all!

In the past, the Western Zhou Dynasty had sent people to encircle and suppress the rebellion many times, but it ended in failure every time.

Therefore, they didn't take this war seriously at all, thinking that it would be the same as usual. They just waited for the Western Zhou Dynasty to be defeated and then killed them all.

Just as the two were thinking about how to clean up the mess, a soldier covered in blood ran into the tent.

The soldier covered in blood staggered into the tent, his face pale, his eyes full of fear and despair. He trembled and almost shouted, "General, something bad has happened! I don't know what kind of magic the Western Zhou used. Dark clouds are pressing down on us, flames are rising to the sky, and our soldiers...are almost wiped out!"

Before he could finish his words, he fell to his knees due to exhaustion. Dust and blood mixed on his clothes, looking particularly shocking.

The teacup in Zheng Shanmin's hand fell to the ground, and the sound of it breaking was particularly harsh in the silent tent. He stood up suddenly, his face was ashen, and a gleam of disbelief and anger flashed in his eyes.

Liang Jingkang was also shocked. He quickly took a few steps forward and tried to get more information from the soldier, but the other party was so excited that he was incoherent.

"When the two armies were fighting, and we were beating the Western Zhou bandits into retreat, they threw some black, round things that looked like iron eggs at us.

And those things exploded instantly when they fell into our formation. For a moment, the bodies of our soldiers were blown to pieces, and many people were killed without a complete corpse.

Deputy General Chen sent me back to inform the general and let the general decide. General, what should we do? "