On the wedding day, my wife was abnormal

Night falls quietly.

Nights on the grasslands always come exceptionally early and are exceptionally cold.

Lin Zhen led five hundred of the most elite daredevils, selected from the entire army, and they disappeared silently into the vast night.

They were like a pack of lone wolves, about to become enemies of the entire world.

Meanwhile, Murong Yan led the remaining less than five hundred soldiers and stealthily made their way towards the Red Salt Tribe, where smoke was still rising from their chimneys in the distance.

This is a high-stakes gamble.

A reckless gamble, wagering their lives and honor, where a victory would cut off the salt supply to the northern desert.

If they lose, they will be doomed and die without a burial place.

"Your Majesty, do we really have to do this?"

A young captain followed beside Murong Yan, his voice filled with tension and unease.

"To attack a tribe with nearly two thousand defenders with less than five hundred men?"

"Scared?"

Murong Yan turned her head to look at him, her clear, cold phoenix eyes showing no emotion whatsoever.

"No...I'm not afraid."

The young captain quickly shook his head.

"That's good."

Murong Yan withdrew her gaze, her voice sounding exceptionally cold in the silent night.

"Remember, we are soldiers of the Great Qian Dynasty. We will die standing, we will never live on our knees."

These words warmed the hearts of all the soldiers present.

They are the soldiers of the Great Qian Dynasty, with their homes and their country behind them.

……

Within the Red Salt Tribe, all is peaceful.

The patrolling soldiers, in twos and threes, leaned against the fence, yawning and chatting.

They had no idea that the shadow of death had already loomed over them.

Inside the largest tent in the center of the tribe, made of red cowhide and sewn together.

The leader of the Red Salt Tribe, a fat, middle-aged man with a face full of scars, was embracing two equally plump grassland women, drinking mare's milk wine in large gulps.

His name is Has, and he is a well-known wealthy man on this grassland.

He amassed a vast fortune by selling salt.

It is precisely because of this that he has been able to survive peacefully on this grassland where the strong prey on the weak.

"My beauty, pour me another cup!"

Has downed the drink in his glass in one gulp, then pinched the plump buttocks of the woman beside him, eliciting a soft, seductive moan from her.

"Hahahaha!"

Hass let out a triumphant laugh.

He liked this feeling, this feeling of extravagance and hedonism.

Just as he was about to drag the two women, whose faces were already flushed from being plied with alcohol, onto the bed for a good time, he was about to...

Suddenly, a shrill scream came from outside the tent!

"Enemy attack——!"

"what?!"

Has suddenly stood up from his seat, instantly sobering up considerably.

He shoved the woman beside him aside, grabbed the scimitar hanging on the tent, and rushed out.

When he rushed out of the golden tent and saw the hellish scene before him, he was completely dumbfounded.

Inside his camp, a raging fire had suddenly broken out!

Countless soldiers of the Great Qian Dynasty, clad in black armor, were like demons descending from the sky, frantically slaughtering his people within his camp!

Those herders, who were just asleep, didn't even have time to react before the merciless blade took their lives.

Screams, wails, and the clash of weapons blended into a symphony of death.

"No! This is impossible!"

Has stared wide-eyed at the hellish scene before him.

How did they get in?

Why wasn't there any alarm?

"Chief! Move quickly! The enemy has sneaked in from the west!"

A blood-soaked guard scrambled to his feet, his voice filled with despair.

“Our brothers are no match for them! Although there aren’t many of them, every single one of them looks like a demon crawled out of hell!”

"kill!!"

Just then, a clear, cold, yet fiercely murderous shout rang out from the chaotic battlefield.

Has turned around abruptly and saw a stunningly beautiful woman dressed in a black and gold gown riding a magnificent white steed, holding a long, black phoenix-headed spear, like a female war goddess descended from the heavens.

They were charging and fighting wildly within his army's ranks.

With each swing of her spear, she inevitably took away several precious lives.

The black and gold phoenix descending to earth dress, amidst the soaring flames, seemed to transform into an endless night that could devour everything.

The five-zhang-long, dark gold train trailed behind her like a scythe of death, flying wildly as the warhorse galloped.

On the hem of her skirt, a giant phoenix embroidered with real gold thread, its eyes wide open in the firelight, seemed to come alive as it looked down at the hellish world being purified below.

is her!

The Empress of the Great Qian Dynasty!

Has's heart sank to the bottom in an instant.

He knew that he was finished.

"Chief! We'll escort you to safety!"

The guard held his arm tightly, trying to drag him out of this deathly place.

"Breakout?"

Has gave a bitter laugh. He looked at the Daqian soldiers surging in from all directions like a tide, his eyes filled with nothing but despair.

"Where can we break through? None of us can escape."

As he spoke, he abruptly shoved the guard aside and raised his scimitar.

"I, Has, will die like a man, even if I have to die!"

He let out a beastly roar and charged madly towards the stunningly beautiful woman!

He would use this woman's blood to defend his last dignity as a man of the grasslands!

Before he could take more than a few steps, the stunningly beautiful woman had already noticed him.

She reined in her horse, turned it around, and her clear, cold phoenix eyes remained completely calm.

She looked at the obese man charging madly toward her.

"court death."

She parted her red lips slightly and uttered two cold words.

Then, he spurred his horse and charged forward.

Two warhorses passed each other in the firelight.

Pfft——!

A soft sound.

Has's enormous head shot skyward, and the headless corpse crashed to the ground.

Murong Yan sheathed her spear, not even bothering to glance at the still-bleeding corpse on the ground.

She turned her head and looked at the Red Salt Tribe soldiers, who were already terrified.

The voice was cold and devoid of any emotion.

Those who surrender will not be killed.

……

at the same time.

It is less than 20 miles away from the Red Salt Tribe.

Lin Zhen led his five hundred daredevils and unexpectedly encountered the thirty thousand pursuing troops of the Northern Desert King.

"Your Highness, we are surrounded!"

A captain covered in blood rushed up to Lin Zhen, his voice filled with despair.

"There are too many enemies! We can't possibly break through!"

"Who said we were going to break out?"

Lin Zhen looked at the Northern Desert cavalry surging towards them like a black tide from all directions, and a crazed expression appeared on his face.

"Today, we'll show these ignorant barbarians what's what."

"What is meant by 'the art of war'—deception?"