Quick Transmigration Sweet Story, The White Moonlight Rescue Plan

Shen She was not wearing the court robes of the Han Chinese today, but rather a fox fur coat from the north. Xiao Xiao did not recognize Shen She at first.

Shen She looked like he was seriously injured. He used his injured hand to tightly cover Xiao Xiao's mouth and nose, and a strong smell of blood could be faintly smelled from his hand.

At this moment, Shen She was like a wounded wild beast, looking around with high alert, not missing a single sound.

A large number of Xiongnu people had gathered around, speaking in a strange, incomprehensible language that Xiao Xiao couldn't understand at all. Their expressions were unusually serious, as if they were urgently searching for some important target.

Such a chaotic scene was undoubtedly the perfect opportunity to escape. However, just as Xiaoxiao was secretly plotting how to get away, she seized the moment when Shen She was slightly off guard, opened her mouth without hesitation, and bit hard the hand that Shen She was covering her.

She eagerly anticipated that Shen She would loosen his grip due to the excruciating pain, thus creating an opportunity for her to escape.

But things didn't go as planned. Shen She not only didn't let go, but tightened his grip even more, as if trying to embed Xiao Xiao into his body. At the same time, he lowered his voice and issued a stern warning to Xiao Xiao: "If you want to leave here alive, you'd better shut up and not move again!"

At this moment, Xiao Xiao's mouth was filled with the taste of Shen She's blood, and the sweet blood slowly flowed down her throat.

Her jaw muscles were already aching from biting down for so long, but Shen She refused to relax even for a moment.

After days of fear and hunger, Xiao Xiao, who was originally full of energy, gradually felt exhausted and finally had no choice but to let go of Shen She's mouth.

Xiao Xiao stared at Shen She with wide, angry eyes, her heart filled with resentment and unwillingness. But she knew that saying anything more in this situation would be useless, so she chose to remain silent.

As the soldiers drew closer to the tent where Shen She and Xiao Xiao were hiding, their hearts raced with tension, and they dared not utter a sound.

However, at this critical moment, several streaks of light ripped through the night sky, hurtling towards them like shooting stars. Upon closer inspection, they turned out to be several flaming arrows! They pierced the sky with astonishing speed, heading unerringly towards the enemy camp.

In an instant, the enemy camp descended into chaos. Panicked soldiers scattered in all directions, their screams and shouts echoing through the sky.

At the same time, Xiao Xiao heard familiar shouts in Mandarin and the stirring sound of soldiers' bugles. Immediately afterwards, the sounds of fierce fighting and the clash of weapons erupted outside, as if a storm had suddenly descended, instantly engulfing the entire enemy camp.

Shen She and Xiao Xiao both breathed a sigh of relief, secretly rejoicing that they had temporarily escaped a disaster.

Just as the two relaxed, a tall soldier suddenly appeared in front of them.

The soldier was covered in blood and had numerous wounds, but his eyes remained fierce and sharp. He gripped a giant sword that was almost as tall as a person. The soldier also saw Shen She hiding in the shadows, and his eyes immediately ignited with anger.

He recognized Shen She as the traitor whom the Khan had ordered them to capture!

Despite being seriously wounded, the soldier did not back down and steadily approached Shen She and Xiao Xiao step by step.

In the blink of an eye, Shen She, who had been tightly gripping Xiao Xiao's wrist, suddenly released her and used all his strength to push Xiao Xiao into the deep ditch outside the mountain camp.

Xiao Xiao was completely unprepared for this turn of events. In extreme shock and fear, her body involuntarily leaned backward.

Just as Xiaoxiao was about to fall into the ravine, she heard Shen She's last words of advice in her ear: "Live on..." These words struck Xiaoxiao's heart like a heavy hammer, causing her a sharp pain.

Shen She seemed to have used all his strength to push Xiao Xiao into the dry riverbed, nearly knocking her unconscious. This sudden turn of events left Xiao Xiao no time to react; not even a moment of shock lingered on her face.

However, just as she landed, still reeling from the shock, several sharp arrows hurtled towards her like lightning. These arrows, whistling through the air, hurtled straight toward her.

Xiao Xiao snapped back to her senses instantly, her body moving like a nimble cheetah, performing several quick and agile flips to narrowly avoid the deadly arrow.

Nevertheless, several arrows still grazed past her, mercilessly piercing her dress and leaving shocking gashes.

Gazing at the hem of her skirt pierced by arrows, Xiaoxiao didn't hesitate for a moment; only one thought occupied her mind—to escape this place as quickly as possible. She gritted her teeth, enduring the pain in her body, quickly got up from the ground, and then ran towards the distant mountains without hesitation.

"Shen She, you must come back alive to atone for my sins... otherwise I will never be able to forgive you!" Xiao Xiao murmured to herself as she ran.

Tears welled up uncontrollably in her eyes, blurring her vision, but she dared not stop to wipe them away. For at that moment, her heart was filled with worry for Shen She, and with a belated expression of deep affection.

She didn't know how many miles she had run; Xiaoxiao's shoes and socks were soaked and stained beyond recognition by the mud and blood beneath her feet. Every step she took felt like a thousand-pound weight pressing down on her feet, but she still ran tirelessly.

Finally, in the distance ahead, more and more flickering lights appeared. Those lights, like beacons of hope, illuminated Xiaoxiao's path forward.

At that moment, the sentry on guard duty also spotted the disheveled Xiaoxiao. His eyes widened, his face filled with joy and excitement, and he shouted at the top of his lungs towards the camp: "The princess is alive! The princess is alive! The princess has returned!"

As the sentry's shouts rang out, the once quiet military camp suddenly erupted into commotion. Several torches were immediately lit, and a group of soldiers, weapons in hand, rushed eagerly toward Xiaoxiao's location.

Xiao Xiao saw Ru Yan rushing towards her from afar, holding a torch. Her petite figure looked particularly anxious in the flickering torchlight in the night.

However, Xiaoxiao had no time to chat with Ruyan at this moment, because the situation was extremely urgent. She was panting heavily when she blurted out, "Go quickly to the northwest of Bieshan, there is the Khan of the enemy army there!" It was as if these words had been accumulating in her heart for a long time and she couldn't wait to say them.

Perhaps it was because she had finally arrived at a relatively safe place, but Xiaoxiao, this strong woman, instantly shed all her defenses and pretenses, and her heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally found a place to belong. As soon as she finished speaking, she felt a great weight lifted from her shoulders, her vision went black, and she collapsed to the ground, unconscious.

When Xiao Xiao opened her eyes again, she found herself surrounded by chaos, with Chinese soldiers busily cleaning up the aftermath of the battle. She struggled to her feet, her body still weak and powerless, but her inner conviction compelled her to go to the battlefield herself.

Despite Ruyan's earnest attempts to dissuade her, Xiaoxiao remained resolute and determined to go to that blood-soaked place. She wasn't just there to pay her final respects to the brave soldiers who had sacrificed their lives; she also harbored a faint hope that she wanted to see with her own eyes whether the person she cared so deeply for—Shen She—was still alive.

On the battlefield, mutilated corpses lay scattered about, some with limbs severed, others unrecognizable, a truly gruesome sight. Xiao Xiao, suppressing her extreme fear and waves of nausea, walked slowly past each corpse, her face pale but her expression solemn.

She murmured incantations, softly reciting the Rebirth Mantra for these departed souls, hoping to guide them to peace soon. However, as one corpse after another was carried away from her, she was unable to find the deep, bone-revealing bite mark on the right hand of any of them—a mark unique to Shen She.

My heart, which had just relaxed a little, suddenly jumped to my throat again when I heard that there were still several charred corpses in the enemy Khan's tent.

An unprecedented and intense unease surged through Xiao Xiao's heart like a raging wave. She didn't even wait for the others to enter the tent to clean up the mess before hastily flung open the tent flap and rushed inside like a gust of wind.

Upon entering the tent, one is greeted by several corpses locked in a fierce struggle, charred beyond recognition, as they breathed their last.

The pungent smell of burning and the nauseating stench of blood assaulted Xiaoxiao's nostrils, making it difficult for her to breathe. However, she couldn't care less about that at the moment, her eyes frantically searching through the chaotic scene.

Finally, Xiao Xiao's gaze settled on a corpse lying on the ground. Although the corpse had already lost its life, its posture showed that even in its last moments, it was still tightly gripping the other person's throat with a rope, resolutely facing death.

The left hand of the corpse appeared to have suffered an extremely severe injury at the base of the thumb; a large chunk of flesh had broken off and was charred by the high temperature, hanging there all alone, a shocking sight.

Beneath the charred corpse lay another, significantly larger body, next to which lay a massive cleaver, as tall as a man, its blade stained with mottled blood and black soot, clearly the result of a fierce battle.

Tears streamed down her face like a burst dam, each drop filled with endless despair and sorrow. This surging tide of emotion instantly shattered Xiaoxiao's fragile inner defenses. Her emotions completely collapsed, and reason vanished in that moment.

Ignoring the astonishment and attempts to stop her from the crowd, she pounced on the mangled, charred corpse like a maddened beast. She raised her right hand high and, with all her might, slapped the unrecognizable face of the charred carcass.

With a crisp, loud slap, the charred corpse's head shook violently from the force of the impact, as if it might fall off its neck at any moment. However, Xiao Xiao paid no attention to this; her eyes were only fixed on that once familiar yet now so strange face.

"Shen She, you bastard! How could someone as wicked as you die so easily? I didn't let you die, did you hear me? You... bring me back to life!" Xiao Xiao cried hysterically, her voice echoing throughout the space and reverberating in everyone's ears.