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"Local specialties?"

Zhang Xian was taken aback by Lin Zhen's seemingly nonsensical remark.

He looked at the soldiers, their eyes sharp as knives, their bodies reeking of blood, and he simply couldn't associate them with the words "local specialty."

"Your Highness, please don't joke with me." Zhang Xian scratched his head with a wry smile. "These people, just who are they..."

"They are my soldiers," Murong Yan said, her voice clear yet carrying an undeniable authority. "They are the mighty army of the Great Qian Dynasty, capable of making the entire Northern Desert tremble."

These words filled Zhang Xian with even more confusion.

He couldn't understand what had happened to the Central Army in just a few days.

How did such an army suddenly appear, one that looks even more elite than these veterans who have fought countless battles on the frontier?

Just when he was completely baffled...

One of his captains leaned close to his ear and told him everything that had happened in the past few days.

From the Red Salt tribe, rescue those thousands of heartbroken slaves.

When it came to General Yue Fei, it was a hellish three-day training session.

Then last night, with three thousand new recruits as the main force, they directly confronted six thousand elite cavalrymen of the Black Wolf Tribe and annihilated them.

Zhang Xian's expression went from confusion to shock in just one sentence.

How could three thousand new recruits annihilate six thousand elite cavalry?

This...how is this possible!

It wasn't that he didn't believe in the prince and the emperor's abilities, but this was just too... too outrageous!

Even if the military genius Li Jing were alive, he probably couldn't have fought such an unbelievable battle.

"General Zhang...?" The captain looked at his general, who looked like he had seen a ghost, and couldn't help but whisper a reminder.

"Huh? Oh..." Zhang Xian suddenly realized what was happening, swallowed hard, and his gaze towards Lin Zhen and Murong Yan had completely changed.

"Your Highness, Your Majesty, your divine might is unparalleled. This humble general... this humble general is utterly impressed and prostrates himself before you." He solemnly saluted the two of them.

"Alright, stop flattering me." Lin Zhen shook his head, amused by his naiveté. "How's the situation on your side? Have you encountered the main force of the Northern Desert King?"

"Your Highness," Zhang Xian replied, his expression turning serious as the topic turned to business. "Following your plan, we traveled westward, burning down nearly ten supply tribes of the Northern Desert King along the way and seizing countless cattle, sheep, and horses."

"However, just yesterday, we were besieged by 20,000 troops from the Northern Desert Army. We fought a battle at Qinglang Plain. Although we successfully repelled them, we also suffered heavy casualties. Of our original force of 8,000, we now have less than 6,000 men left."

As he spoke, a look of deep sorrow appeared on his dark face.

"It's alright." Lin Zhen patted his shoulder to comfort him, "In war, people always die. As long as people are alive, that's better than anything else."

"Your Highness is right." Zhang Xian nodded, the heavy sorrow in his heart dissipating considerably.

"Your Highness, there is still one thing I don't understand." He seemed to remember something, and confusion reappeared on his face. "Yesterday, when I was fighting the enemy at Qinglang Plain, I sent someone to ask the central army for help. But for some reason, flames suddenly shot into the sky from the direction of the central army, and the shouts of battle were deafening, as if tens of thousands of troops were fighting."

"At the time, I thought that Your Highness and His Majesty had encountered the main force of the Northern King and were preparing to lead the army to their aid. But not long after, the flames and shouts of battle disappeared again."

"This humble general truly cannot understand... what exactly is going on?"

He just finished speaking.

Zhang Meng, standing to the side, once again approached with a smug look on his face.

"General Zhang Xian, you don't know this, do you?" His honest face was full of expressions that said, "Come and ask me, come and ask me."

"Last night, the prince used only five hundred men to annihilate the Northern King's thirty thousand pursuing troops within the Yama Gorge!"

"puff--!"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Xian spat out the mouthful of water he had just taken a sip of.

He stared intently at Zhang Meng with eyes bigger than copper bells, his face flushed with excitement, and his voice distorted.

"You...what did you say?!"

"Five hundred men, annihilating thirty thousand?!"

If the fact that the three thousand new recruits had annihilated the six thousand Black Wolf cavalry was only shocking to him, then...

The fact that these five hundred men could annihilate thirty thousand cavalry was already terrifying to him!

"Zhang Meng, have you gone mad with joy after winning a battle? Are you spouting nonsense to this general?" Zhang Xian's first reaction was disbelief.

I think Zhang Meng is definitely bragging.

"How dare I!" Zhang Meng scratched his head anxiously when he saw that Zhang Xian didn't believe him. "General Yue was also there at the time. If you don't believe me, you can ask General Yue!"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Xian subconsciously turned his gaze to a figure not far away who was discussing the marching route with several generals.

Upon sensing his gaze, Yue Fei slowly nodded at him.

That look in his eyes seemed to say: Yes, it's that outrageous.

Zhang Xian was completely dumbfounded. He stood there blankly, his mouth agape, unable to utter a single word for a long time.

He felt that all the battles he had fought in his life had gone to waste.

……

After the two armies joined forces, their combined strength reached over 11,000 men.

Morale has soared to unprecedented heights.

They marched triumphantly towards Yumen Pass.

Along the way, they encountered no more northern desert troops that dared to stop them.

It was as if the entire northern grasslands were terrified of them.

Three days later.

When that majestic pass, like a black dragon stretching across the sky and earth, came into their view.

All the soldiers of the Great Qian Dynasty cheered thunderously!

"Yumen Pass!"

"We're back!"

Countless soldiers knelt down, kissing the familiar land beneath their feet, their eyes brimming with tears of emotion.

They finally went home.

On the city gate, the garrison, who had already received the news, also erupted in cheers as loud as a tsunami.

"Long live your Majesty!"

"Long live the prince!"

"Long live Daqian!"

The sound merged into a torrent, echoing endlessly over the entire Yumen Pass.

As Murong Yan rode her horse, she looked at the majestic pass before her, weathered by time yet still standing strong, and a layer of glistening mist rose in her clear, cold phoenix eyes.

She has come back.

She returned with victory, with glory, and with the heroic spirits of countless fallen soldiers.

The city gates of Yumen Pass slowly opened.

The general guarding the pass, leading a group of officers, was already lined up and waiting at the city gate. When they saw the well-disciplined army slowly enter the pass, everyone straightened their chests and gave a standard military salute to the two figures at the front of the column.

"Welcome, Your Majesty! Welcome, Your Highness! Your triumphant return!"