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They tried to escape, but found that they were already surrounded by Yue Fei and Zhang Meng's army.

This was a complete encirclement and annihilation battle.

As the first rays of dawn appeared in the east, the entire grassland was already stained dark red with blood.

All six thousand Black Wolf cavalrymen perished.

Corpses littered the fields and rivers of blood flowed.

Three thousand new recruits stood amidst piles of corpses, their bodies covered in blood.

They were panting heavily, and although they were extremely exhausted, everyone's spine was ramrod straight.

They looked at the empress standing in the pool of blood, like a god, and at the prince standing atop the sand dune, his strategies flawless.

"Long live Daqian!"

I don't know who shouted first.

Immediately afterwards, five thousand soldiers shouted in unison, their voices shattering the morning mist and soaring into the sky.

"Long live the Great Qian Dynasty!!"

"Long live the Emperor!!"

"Long live the Prince!!"

Standing atop the sand dune, Lin Zhen looked down at the army below, which was already showing signs of becoming fierce and powerful, and a meaningful smile appeared on his lips.

He turned his head and looked towards the distant north.

There, the outline of the Northern Kingdom was faintly visible in the morning light.

"Six thousand cavalrymen are just an appetizer."

"Next comes the main course."

He murmured softly, his eyes flashing with a chilling ambition.

"General Yue," Lin Zhen called out.

Yue Fei suddenly came to his senses, turned around, and bowed respectfully: "Your Highness."

"The battlefield is almost cleaned up. Pass down the order for the entire army to rest for an hour. We'll go home after that." Lin Zhen said calmly, looking at the Jade Gate Pass that was faintly visible in the morning light.

"Go home..." Yue Fei savored these two words, and a hint of tenderness, barely perceptible, appeared in his hawk-like eyes.

Yes, it's time to go home.

They fought alone deep in the northern desert, experiencing countless life-or-death battles, and finally it was time for them to go home.

"Your humble servant obeys!" Yue Fei's voice was loud and clear like a bell.

……

An hour later.

The 5,000-strong army embarked on its journey back to Yumen Pass.

At the very front of the group were Lin Zhen and Murong Yan.

Murong Yan was still wearing the same black and gold phoenix dress that had long become the spiritual totem of this army.

The ultra-black Suzhou brocade dress, in the morning sunlight, seemed to devour all the light, with only the edges of the hem reflecting a faint halo of dark gold.

The five-zhang-long continuous tail trailed behind the warhorse like a flowing black galaxy, leaving a trail of conquest and majesty on the blood-stained grassland with the rise and fall of the horse's hooves.

On the hem of the skirt, the giant phoenix woven from real gold thread, its eyes gleaming in the morning light, looked lifelike, as if it were about to spread its wings and soar into the heavens at any moment.

She didn't speak, but simply sat on her horse, her clear, cold phoenix eyes gazing in the direction of home.

Lin Zhen rode alongside her, and he could sense that although the woman beside him still maintained that aloof and proud demeanor on the surface, her heart was already yearning to return home.

"What are you thinking about?" Lin Zhen held her cold little hand.

"It's nothing." Murong Yan turned her head to look at him, a hint of tenderness that she only showed in front of him flashing in her beautiful phoenix eyes. "I'm just a little homesick."

"We'll be there soon." Lin Zhen smiled and squeezed her hand tighter.

Behind the column were three thousand new recruits who had just survived a bloody battle. They were walking proudly in the center of the column, many of them still wounded and their steps were unsteady, but not one of them complained or fell behind.

Their gazes would occasionally drift to the two figures walking side by side at the very front of the group.

His eyes were filled with awe and... fanaticism.

It was the prince and the emperor who gave them the power of revenge and the hope of returning home.

For them, even death would be worthwhile.

……

The team had been traveling for most of the day when they were about to enter a stretch of Gobi Desert.

The scouts who were tasked with exploring ahead suddenly rode back on horseback.

"Report——!"

"Your Majesty! Your Highness! A unit of our troops has been spotted ahead!"

"Oh?" Lin Zhen raised an eyebrow upon hearing this. "How many people are there? Which general is leading them?"

"Your Highness, the number of men is approximately eight thousand, and their banners are... those of General Zhang Xian!"

Zhang Xian?

Lin Zhen and Murong Yan exchanged a glance, both seeing a hint of joy in each other's eyes.

Initially, they broke up into smaller groups and split into dozens of routes to break through the encirclement, agreeing to meet outside Yumen Pass. They never expected to run into each other so soon.

"Pass down the order: the entire army must advance at full speed!" Murong Yan's voice carried a hint of barely perceptible joy.

"Yes!"

Soon, the two armies victoriously joined forces on the edge of the Gobi Desert.

"This humble general, Zhang Xian, greets Your Majesty! Greetings to Your Highness!"

A burly general with a dark complexion dismounted and strode to Lin Zhen and Murong Yan, kneeling on one knee with a voice as loud as a bell.

He was none other than Zhang Xian, a capable general under Yue Fei.

"General Zhang, please rise." Murong Yan raised her hand, gesturing for him to stand up.

"Thank you, Your Majesty!" Zhang Xian stood up. Looking at the unharmed Murong Yan and Lin Zhen, a genuine joy appeared on his usually kind and honest face.

"I was worried that His Majesty and the Prince might be in danger, but it seems that I was overthinking it."

As he spoke, he turned his gaze to the army behind Lin Zhen and Murong Yan.

When he saw the soldiers, though ragged, they were all spirited and exuded a menacing aura, he was completely stunned.

"Your Highness, Your Majesty, what are these...?" he asked uncertainly.

He remembered that apart from the thousand elite troops that General Yue Fei had taken with him, most of the main force of the central army was temporarily drawn from the imperial guards in the capital. Although they were considered elite, they were still far inferior to these veterans who had fought on the border for many years.

But now, what he sensed from these people was a chilling, ruthless aura that even made his heart tremble.

This...this is practically like a completely different army.

"Them?" Lin Zhen smiled and patted Zhang Xian on the shoulder. "They are the local specialties we brought back from the northern desert this time."