With one hand she heals, and the other hand she kills, the princess vows to rule the world!

The night was as dark as water, yet against the backdrop of the vast expanse of snow, it seemed as bright as day. A huge pearl hung in the sky, its cold moonlight carried by the night wind, scattering across the boundless earth.

On the two battlefields that were closed by the Apocalypse Army, broken swords and knives were everywhere, wailing was everywhere, and corpses were scattered everywhere. The blood melted all the snow that fell during the day. The bright red blood flowed along the low-lying areas, merged with other tributaries not far away, turned and went into the distance, until it merged into the winding Ming River.

Bei Ji stood on Mang Mountain and watched the Chengfeng Army clean up the battlefield. He coldly ordered, "Clean up the battlefield quickly and return to defend!"

"Yes!"

"Yes!"

……

Ten thousand Chengfeng troops fought against fifty thousand Beidi vanguard troops, but the casualties were less than a thousand!

I am extremely proud of this victory.

But looking at the corpses strewn across the ground, the Chengfeng Army, also soldiers, found it difficult to suppress their inner joy. After all, their victory was built on the corpses of the Northern Di people.

If it weren't for the war, these Beidi soldiers could have lived a peaceful and happy life! War can only lead to mutual destruction on both sides. Even if their casualties are minimal, it still means thousands of families have been destroyed...

The situation on the Northern Di side was even worse.

The 50,000 soldiers and horses were completely wiped out, not even a single messenger escaped. Even those who survived would not survive for long. This also meant that tens of thousands of families in the Northern Di Kingdom had suffered devastating disasters because of this war!

Wouldn’t it be great if there were no war in this world?

Suddenly, a song was heard on the desolate and tragic battlefield.

"The grass grows, the orioles fly, the night rain falls, and the flowers fall. O loyal soul buried in a foreign land, can you hear the melodious sound of the shepherd's flute? That is the longing of loved ones in Xinghua Village thousands of miles away. Fireflies scatter, and the mournful song is serene. O heroic soul traveling far away, do not look back, but keep going in the direction of the light. On the bank of the Forgetful River, there is a boat to take you across the river..."

This song is a tribute to the fallen soldiers, a popular mourning song among the Apocalypse Army. After every battle, someone would sing this song to send the souls of their fallen comrades back home and the souls of their enemies into the six realms of reincarnation.

Gradually, more and more people began to agree.

Finally, a deep and mournful sound, a melodious and mournful melody, echoed endlessly between the two mountains. A cold wind blew, and snow flew through the forest, as if the sky itself was silently responding.

Beiji was silent, looking at the cold moon in the sky, feeling complicated inside.

He didn't want to kill, but war was always cruel. If he didn't kill, the people of Apocalypse would be the ones who would be slaughtered...

Maybe he is full of sins, but even if his soul goes to hell and cannot go to heaven, he is willing to use his short life to maintain the safety of the people.

Inside the Beidi camp, Shen Chuan sat at the desk with a gloomy expression, his black military robe emitting a chilling air.

"It's been eight hours, and there's still no news from the vanguard army." Xu Zining looked at the sand table in the corner of the tent, his eyebrows almost twisted together.

Not only was there no news, even the scouts sent by the main army had no news, as if mud had been dropped into the sea, without a ripple.

"problem occurs……"

Shen Chuan's voice was hoarse and terribly low.

"What could possibly happen? Yang You sent word that all the troops in Beisha City have been transferred back to the main camp. There is no army outside Beisha City that can compete with our vanguard."

"Could it be that Chen Zhou's troops have caught up and are holding back the vanguard?"

Xu Zining guessed.

"The Chenzhou defense army has only 40,000 men, and they are not elite. How could they possibly defeat the vanguard army without any resistance and prevent even a signalman from running back?" Shen Chuan clenched his fists, and his bones made crackling sounds.

Chen Zhou's Fang He didn't have the strength to do that! He guessed that it must have been Baili Moqing who did it.

"Could it be that Chenzhou discovered our intention early on and asked for support from the Lancheng Defense Force?" If the defense forces of Lancheng and Chenzhou had all gone into battle, perhaps we could have reached the current situation.

Shen Chuan shook her head, not believing that Lancheng’s defense forces would dare to leave the city to aid Chen Zhou at will.

"If it wasn't Chen Zhou or Lan Cheng, then who could it be? Who has such great ability?" Xu Zining suddenly thought of someone, Baili Moqing.

The two looked at each other and their ideas coincided.

"But, wasn't Baili Moqing's power taken away?" Could it be that Nangong Xin was also a deception bomb thrown by him?

Shen Chuan stood up, hands behind his back, at the entrance to the tent. Outside the tent, candlelight flickered. That was his Northern Di army, the tool he used to prove himself.

If Shen Wen knew that he had been defeated in his first battle with Baili Moqing, he would probably lose his position...

"What should we do now? Should we continue to fight Beisha City? Tianqi's Northern Aid Army will reach Beisha City in two or three days. If we don't fight, we will have no chance..."

Xu Zining walked behind him with a heavy expression.

"beat!"

A hint of danger floated in the cold air.

Shen Chuan spoke lightly, excitement and enthusiasm constantly jumping on the face under the mask.

"It's impossible for Chenzhou's defense forces to defeat our vanguard without any resistance. The only explanation must be that the Chengfeng Army has left the city!"

"Without the Chengfeng Army, Beisha City is like a city without armor. Now is the best time to attack!"

Xu Zining's expression changed slightly, a look of surprise in his eyes. "You, want to attack Beisha City at night?"

Shen Chuan didn't say anything, but his attitude had already given Xu Zining an answer.

The fate of the vanguard army was uncertain. If they attacked Beisha City again at this time, what if the information Yang You gave was correct, and the Chengfeng Army in Beisha City really held on to the city, plus the defense army was always paying attention to the movements of the Beidi army? Then, they would have no chance of winning if they attacked at night!

Shen Chuan is so anxious, is she afraid of losing?

However, impatience is a big taboo in military strategy!

"Send the order!"

Shen Chuan's voice quickly spread throughout the Beidi camp. The soldiers who were about to rest quickly put on their clothes and came outside the tent, waiting for the commander's orders.

In the peaceful and quiet Beisha City camp, Nangong Xin was sleeping soundly. Suddenly, the sound of gongs and drums woke him up from his dream.

He jumped out of bed, covered in cold sweat.

"Someone come!" Why are you beating the gong in the middle of the night?

The soldiers guarding outside the tent had already stamped their feet in anxiety, but when they thought of Brigadier General Hu Dong who was beaten almost to death during the day, they dared not rush into the tent to disturb the new general's sweet dream.

At this time, Nangong Xin's voice sounded in the tent, and the soldiers outside the tent breathed a sigh of relief and quickly entered the tent.

"What's going on? Why is it so noisy in the middle of the night? This is the discipline of the defense forces..."

"General, the Northern Di army attacked Beisha City at night!" Before he could finish his angry words, someone interrupted him.

"Wha, what?!"

Nangong Xin jumped off the bed without even having time to put on his clothes. He picked up his sword directly, with a look of panic and anger on his face.

What bad luck! He just arrived! And they're already fighting?

He is not mentally prepared yet!

By the time Nangong Xin put on his clothes and left the tent, the Beisha camp was deserted. A large number of soldiers and horses were heading towards the north city, and all the weapons in the camp were taken away.

Nangong Xin was a little confused, "Where did they go?"

The soldier guarding the tent hesitated and said, "Go, go and defend the city against the enemy..."

Sure enough, as soon as he finished speaking, he saw the new steward's face quickly darken.

"Who gave the order?" He, the marching commander, hadn't even shown up yet, yet he dared to lead the army on the march! These people simply didn't take him seriously!

The soldier didn't dare to speak, his face timid. Nangong Xin was furious. "I'm asking you! Answer me!"

Seeing that he was still hesitant, as if there was something he couldn't tell him, his eyes were filled with ruthlessness, and he put the sword in his hand directly on his neck, "Speak or not!"

The soldier shuddered and said tremblingly, "Yes, this is the rule set by King Dongli when he was here..."