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"Little girl." A Rouran cavalryman walked up to Murong Rou, who had already exhausted herself, grabbed her scattered hair, and sniffed it hard, "What a nice fragrance."

"Ha, ha, ha..." He laughed obscenely and stretched out one hand to Murong Rou's chest again.

With a "pop", just when this Rouran cavalryman wanted to humiliate Murong Rou, a stream of blood suddenly spurted out from his brow, and his huge body fell heavily to the ground, slowly rolling down the hill.

Just when these Rouran cavalrymen were confused, there was another crisp sound, and a standing Rouran cavalryman fell to the ground instantly and rolled down the hill.

Then another Rouran cavalryman fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

All the Rouran cavalrymen who attacked the hill were stunned by the horrifying scene before their eyes. They didn't know what happened. None of the collapsed Northern Wei female soldiers seemed to have made any moves to shoot arrows. But these companions fell to the ground and died inexplicably.

The Rouran cavalry had no idea where this sudden death came from, they only felt that a mysterious and powerful force had taken away their companions' lives in an instant, like a punishment from the gods. They began to panic, their hearts filled with fear.

Just as they were trying to flee, a Rouran general rode over on a tall white horse. He pointed his sword at the Northern Wei soldiers and shouted, "Kill all these Northern Wei soldiers. Those who disobey orders will be executed!"

The Rouran soldiers were pale with fear, fearful of the punishment from the gods and the orders from their generals.

Looking at the sharp swords in the general's hands, they had no choice but to bite the bullet and move closer to the Northern Wei soldiers step by step.

At this moment, a group of elite cavalry from the Northern Wei Dynasty rushed out of the central army camp at the foot of the hill behind the Feiyu Army.

This cavalry team was composed of the most elite warriors of the Northern Wei Dynasty. They rode tall horses, wore heavy armor, and were extremely fast.

Bypassing the exhausted Feiyu Army, they rushed into the Rouran Army like a group of ferocious beasts with endless murderous intent and power.

He Yiran had been informed by spies that Qian Mingduo's Feiyu Army was desperately trying to stop the Rouran cavalry, which was several times larger than theirs. However, apart from this elite cavalry as a reserve, he had no other troops available.

The central army led by General Changsun had been sent by He Yiran to encircle the central army of Rouran. Although the situation on the three battlefields was favorable to Wei, He Yiran knew that the battlefield situation was changing rapidly. Before he was completely sure, the only reserve force in his hands must not be moved lightly.

Those women's screams, those women's cries, kept piercing his eardrums like sharp arrows, conveying the breath of death and pain.

However, as the commander of the army, He Yiran has a strong heart. Although he knows that these weak women are using their lives to protect his central army, he remains unmoved by this scene.

It was not until He Yiran saw that the Rouran's central army had been broken and the enemy soldiers were fleeing in all directions that he ordered this elite cavalry to rush to the aid of the Feiyu Army.

On this bloody battlefield, the Feiyu Army used their lives and courage to show their courage that is no less than that of men, and wrote an extremely tragic war song. They supported and protected each other, and they were willing to pay any price for their homeland and honor.

In this battle, the Northern Wei Dynasty defeated the Rouran, causing the Rouran to send envoys to negotiate peace with the Northern Wei Dynasty.

The night was as dark as ink, shrouding the Feiyu military camp, and deathly silence filled every corner. Qian Mingduo stood alone, his eyes slowly sweeping across the military tents without lights or candles. In the darkness, those military tents seemed like silent ghosts, emitting endless desolation.

Qian Mingduo's heart suddenly sank, he clearly understood that the owners of these military tents had been buried here forever. Once, this place was full of vitality and vigor, and the girls' laughter seemed to still echo in his ears, but now, there are only these cold tents and endless sadness.

Each military tent was like a lonely tombstone, burying those brave souls. The wind blew quietly, and the military tents swayed slightly, as if telling something for the girls.

Qian Mingduo's eyes gradually became moist. Under the dark night, he seemed to be able to hear the sighs of those deceased girls. Those sighs hit his heart like a heavy hammer, making him feel heartbroken.

Although the Northern Wei and Rouran were in peace talks, He Yiran knew very well that the so-called peace talks were just to buy some time to prepare for the next war.

Therefore, He Yiran issued an order that all troops must train strictly and not slack off.

After a few days of rest, the barracks of the Feiyu Army returned to their former order and the soldiers began their normal training.

Gradually, their faces were filled with determination and confidence, as if they had forgotten the pain they had experienced. They devoted themselves to the training and prepared for the next battle.

Due to the heavy casualties of soldiers on the battlefield, the imperial court had to recruit soldiers once again. Due to the existence of the Feiyu Army, in addition to recruiting men, 500 female soldiers were also specially recruited to join the Feiyu Army. This was like a spring breeze blowing into this silent land.

The girls entered the military camp in a heroic manner. The breath of youth filled their faces. Their crisp laughter, like silver bells, echoed in the air, breaking the long-lasting dullness. They talked to each other, sharing their visions and expectations for the future, and their voices were full of vitality.

At night, the female soldiers sat together around the bonfire, singing the folk songs of their hometown. The melodious songs warmed everyone's heart and made everyone feel a little comfort in this cruel war.

Their arrival brought new hope to the Feiyu Army and also brought new vitality to this military camp that was once full of pain.

Qian Mingduo has been studying the art of war these days, adhering to the belief that he should do his best. He has been reading all the military books he could find.

"General Wen." A clear voice came from outside the tent. "Come and see!"

"What's the matter?" Qian Mingduo walked out of the tent. "What's the big fuss?"

"Our war donkey is back."

"Where have you been these days?" Qian Mingduo stroked the donkey's head and complained, "I thought you died on the battlefield, or were eaten by someone!"

The arrow wound on the donkey's butt has healed, leaving only a small scar.

"Let's take our war donkey back to the kitchen." Qian Mingduo ordered: "If there are some green beans or black beans, feed it well."

At this moment, one of He Yiran's personal soldiers came to the Feiyu Army on horseback. He came to convey He Yiran's order, inviting Qian Mingduo to the central army tent to discuss matters.