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Under the general's instructions, the military medics hurriedly and methodically moved among the wounded soldiers. They carried medicine kits filled with hemostatic drugs, bandages, and simple bone-setting tools given to them by Princess Qingyun.

Faced with wounded soldiers groaning in pain, the military doctors remained calm and composed, quickly assessing the injuries, and some busied themselves stopping the bleeding and bandaging the wounds.

Some carefully immobilized the broken limbs of the soldiers, while gently comforting them and providing them with emotional support.

Cold raindrops began to fall, pattering on the busy figures of the military doctors, mixing with blood and flowing into dark red streams on the ground.

The soldiers responsible for clearing the battlefield worked in pairs to move the corpses. The bodies of the Tianxuan Army and the Xuanyuan Kingdom soldiers were placed separately for later processing.

They carried stretchers, their faces solemn, transporting the cold corpses to designated locations. Weapons left behind on the battlefield were also collected; the damaged ones were piled up, awaiting remelting.

Those still usable were neatly arranged to the side, awaiting inventory and storage. The rain gradually intensified, soaking the soldiers' clothes, but it could not dampen their determination to carry out their mission. The ground beneath their feet became muddy, making each step quite difficult.

The General of the Flying Cavalry personally oversaw everything, his eyes showing no sign of slackening. Under his efficient command, the chaotic situation on the battlefield was gradually brought under control.

After bringing the wounded back to the camp, the cooks started a fire to prepare meals. Wisps of smoke rose slowly from the post-war ruins, mingling with the pervasive rain and mist.

The soldiers sat together, silently eating their food. Their faces showed fatigue, but even more so, the satisfaction of victory and a firm resolve for future battles.

Qin Qianluo moved lightly and gracefully into the wounded soldiers' tent. Inside the tent, the air was heavy, filled with a mixture of pain and the scent of medicine.

The dim candlelight flickered, casting shadows on the tired yet resolute faces of the medics and wounded soldiers. Her gaze was firm yet gentle as she quickly immersed herself in assisting the medics with treating their wounds.

In the midst of her busy work, she quietly took out the spiritual spring water and carefully rinsed the wounds of the injured soldiers, so that the wounds could heal faster and the soldiers could feel less pain.

This was the first time she had faced the brutal and magnificent battlefield of the era of cold weapons so closely and so vividly.

A howling wind swept across the land, and the setting sun, like blood, dyed the sky crimson, as if laying a tragic backdrop for this battlefield.

The gleaming blades, the deafening battle cries, and the pungent stench of blood swept over her like a surging tide.

On the battlefield, broken halberds and fragments of weapons were everywhere, and the soil, stained with blood, gleamed with a nauseating dark red luster under the setting sun.

However, such bloodshed and cruelty did not frighten or deter her; instead, it strengthened her resolve to conquer the Xuanyuan Kingdom.

After working together with the military doctor to carefully care for all the wounded, Qin Qianluo walked alone to the center of the battlefield.

At this moment, the drizzle in the sky had stopped, the dark clouds gradually dispersed, and a few rays of moonlight struggled to penetrate the clouds, shining on the battlefield that had been repeatedly washed by the rain, like a huge and tragic scroll slowly unfolding before her eyes.

A profound and indescribable sorrow welled up in her eyes, and her thoughts drifted away. The remains of the soldiers had been properly collected and buried.

Whether they were warriors from Tianxuan Kingdom, soldiers from Xuanyuan Kingdom, or even the bodies of their commanders, they were all buried with respect beneath the land where they had fought and bled.

Although the two countries are enemies at this moment and are at war with each other, their fearless courage and heroic spirit as soldiers on the battlefield undoubtedly deserve to be treated with the highest honors by the Tianxuan Kingdom.

This has been a long-standing tradition in Tianxuan Kingdom, a source of pride and dignity deeply ingrained in the nation's soul. All of this has deepened Qin Qianluo's genuine love and reverence for her country.

She stood there silently for a long, long time, as if she had become an immortal statue on the battlefield. Only when a cool breeze blew by did she slightly come back to her senses, turn around and slowly return to her tent.

She knew that the brief rest was only to prepare them for a more powerful advance, and that the next city awaited their conquest.

Presumably, the battle report from here will reach the ears of the Emperor of Xuanyuan Kingdom as soon as the army arrives at the next city, and he will surely send one of those ten men to come.

At that time, unknown challenges and difficulties will likely loom over their journey like a thick fog, making the road ahead no longer as smooth as it is today.

The Tianxuan army rested peacefully in their tents overnight. At dawn, a thin mist enveloped the camp like a veil, and dewdrops glistened on the grass, refracting a rainbow of colors.

As the eastern sky just began to lighten and the first rays of dawn gently fell upon the camp, the army entered the newly conquered city in an orderly fashion.

Their military discipline was impeccable, as strong as steel, and they committed no offenses against anyone they encountered. The army left only a small, well-trained squad to handle the aftermath of the battle.

The remaining elite troops continued their journey without hesitation, bravely advancing towards the unknown future. The vast army, like a surging river, drew ever closer to its next target city.

Upon arriving at the city walls, tents were quickly erected like a forest. As soon as the camp was set up, the imposing figure of the General of the Cavalry spurred his horse out of the camp and loudly challenged the enemy.

At this moment, the wilderness outside the city was desolate, withered grass trembling in the wind, and distant mountains rose and fell, like silent behemoths watching the battle that was about to unfold.

The general defending the city turned out to be a cowardly coward. Before the two sides could even officially engage in fierce fighting, the tightly closed city gates slowly opened, and he led the city's garrison to surrender.

After capturing two cities in quick succession, the Tianxuan army's morale soared, and they pressed on with their victory. Meanwhile, in the distant sky, Youming led his army, hurrying to the scene.

When the Tianxuan army, like a tidal wave, once again besieged the city, its majestic aura sweeping across the surroundings like a tangible storm, Youming also arrived in the city, standing atop the city wall, overlooking the Tianxuan army.

He stood tall and straight on the city wall, his sharp gaze sweeping around like an eagle, not missing any corner below the wall. However, after searching around, he still could not find any trace of Qin Qianluo.

His brows furrowed involuntarily, like two small hills rising up, as he fell into deep thought.

He thought to himself: Qin Qianluo is always cunning and scheming, and she has the incredible ability to disappear into thin air.

It's impossible for her to be defeated so easily on the battlefield. She must be safely in her tent right now, not coming to the city walls to make a scene and challenge us.

He glanced dismissively at the arrogant man shouting at him from below the city wall, a slight smirk playing on his lips, his eyebrows raised high, as if filled with contempt and mockery.

He then gently waved his arm, signaling the soldiers beside him to open the heavy city gate. At the same time, he raised his hand and forcefully patted the armor he wore, which gleamed with a cold, hard metallic luster in the sunlight.

With a dull thud, it nimbly and swiftly mounted its horse, like a black lightning bolt slicing through the sky, carrying a fierce momentum as it marched out of the city to meet the challenge.

As the city gate slowly opened and a man clad in armor emerged, the General of the Cavalry, upon seeing his face, realized he resembled a mere child and couldn't help but burst into a loud, mocking laugh.

He secretly grumbled to himself: Has the Xuanyuan Kingdom really reached the end of its rope? To send a mere child to his death, vainly attempting to hinder the mighty might of my Tianxuan army, is utterly ridiculous and laughable.

Youming rode his horse with the speed of the wind, and in a short while, he came to a steady stop opposite the General of the Cavalry. The two were about ten meters apart, and he stared at the General of the Cavalry with a cold and disdainful expression.

Suddenly, a cold glint flashed in his eyes, like an ice blade being drawn from its sheath, chilling and piercing. Before he could utter a single word, his figure had already moved like a ghost, instantly launching an attack.

His moves were like a dragon emerging from the sea, swift and fierce, or like a venomous snake spitting its tongue, aimed directly at the vital points of the General of the Cavalry. Wherever he passed, the air seemed to be torn apart, emitting sharp whistling sounds.

The general was taken aback at first, not expecting the enemy to launch such a sudden and unexpected lightning attack. However, he was a veteran of many battles, and his fighting instincts allowed him to react instantly.

He suddenly raised his spear, which instantly straightened, its tip flashing with a chilling light, like a shooting star streaking across the night sky, accurately blocking Youming's fierce attack.

Just as the spear clashed with the opponent's weapon, a powerful force surged along the shaft like a raging wave. He was startled and immediately abandoned his contempt.

His eyes instantly became focused and sharp, and he was as alert as a cheetah lurking in the shadows, ready to pounce at any moment. His muscles tensed, and he quickly entered his best fighting state, ready to face the more intense battle to come.

Despite failing to land his attack, Youming dared not relax his guard in the slightest, knowing full well that the person before him was no ordinary opponent. The fact that he could so quickly and skillfully deflect his fierce offensive meant that the person's martial arts skills must be exceptional.

Not daring to be overconfident, he quickly withdrew from the attack range, while secretly adjusting his breathing, focusing his mind, and carefully re-examining the General of the Cavalry.

He secretly warned himself: This person's martial arts skills are quite high, and his combat experience must be rich. He is definitely not an ordinary person like the ones he has encountered before. He must not be careless and must concentrate and go all out in order to find an opportunity to win in this battle.

In the blink of an eye, the two were engaged in a thrilling and exhilarating battle. The General of the Cavalry's eyes were wide open, and his spear, like a dragon emerging from the sea, suddenly trembled.

In an instant, the spear blossoms shimmered like stars, or danced wildly like silver snakes, sweeping across the underworld like a tidal wave. Each blossom contained a powerful force capable of piercing through metal and stone.

The howling wind sounded like the wailing of ghosts and wolves, sending chills down one's spine. At this moment, dark clouds covered the sky above the battlefield, seemingly disturbed by the intense atmosphere of battle. From time to time, muffled thunder rolled in the clouds, as if beating the war drums for this fierce battle.

Youming moved with the agility of a ghost, like a slippery eel, dodging left and right amidst the impenetrable shadows of gunfire with ease.

At the same time, his longsword traced unpredictable arcs, its cold light flashing like shooting stars in the night, attempting to break through the solid blockade woven by the spears. His sharp eyes, like those of a hawk, were fixed on the General of the Cavalry.

They searched for that fleeting opening. A fierce wind raged around them, whipping up yellow sand that swirled like a yellow dragon, blinding them.