The number one spendthrift woman in the capital actually brings glory to her entire family?

Gore was drenched in cold sweat and trembling with fear, but he said in a trembling voice, "Your Highness, it's probably all true. The scout who delivered the message was shot with an arrow and used his last breath to bring the news back to the city!"

Xi Fenglie tossed aside Gore, remained motionless and silent for a moment, then suddenly burst into maniacal laughter, throwing his head back and hacking wildly at the things in the room with his swift sword in both hands, letting out a chilling and frenzied roar like a wild beast—

"Ah! Ah! Ah!"

That night, the sky was filled with stars and clear as if it had been washed.

In a mountain ravine in a dense forest, less than thirty miles outside of Taran city.

After a night of fierce fighting, Lord Sikong is resting with his three thousand surviving elite troops. They are exhausted after a whole night and day of hard work.

At this moment, Lady Sikong was leisurely lying on the soft grass, her head resting on her arm, a thin blade of grass dangling from her mouth. She was looking at the silent night sky, and the firelight burning nearby flickered in the evening breeze, casting varying shades of light on her from time to time, making her look somewhat eerie.

"Sir, he tried to escape, but we caught him!"

Atai threw the steward of the Marshal's Mansion onto the ground next to Lord Sikong. The steward cried out, "I'm innocent, sir! I just wanted to relieve myself!"

Lord Sikong turned his head, squinted at the steward, and said lazily, "Steward, I remember you've gone to the toilet six times in the last half hour. You can't keep using such an excuse to run away. Didn't your commander teach you how to lie? Otherwise, if you follow me, you'll see how I easily fooled that idiot commander and even gave me such a precious relic. That's called wisdom. By following someone with great wisdom, you can save yourself decades of struggle."

As Lord Sikong spoke, a seductive smile spread across his face. His mask and eye patch had long since been removed, revealing his original delicate and pretty face.

The butler trembled all over, looking at the handsome young man with an innocent smile, a chill running down his spine as the scenes from last night vividly replayed in his mind—

Last night, they led 5,000 elite troops out of Taran City, heading straight for the official road leading to Chongzhou City from the border, thinking they could intercept Sikong Jin and his troops halfway. They traveled without stopping. Originally, he wanted to remind Kus to first send scouts ahead to scout the situation before continuing, but Kus was furious the whole way, cursing Sikong Jin's ancestors to the eighteenth generation, and wouldn't listen to his reminders and advice at all.

By midnight, they had finally reached the border road. Kuss surveyed the road and confirmed that Sikong Jin should not have arrived yet. He then ordered his men to quickly set up an ambush. Just as they finished, they heard a large sound of hooves approaching from ahead. In the darkness, they could see billowing dust. The hoofbeats were very chaotic, and from a distance, it seemed there were quite a few people...

"My lord, there seem to be quite a few of them, all cavalry. Look, they are wearing the uniforms of the Liao Dynasty."

The steward, lying prone in the dense bushes beside the official road, turned his head and whispered to Lord Sikong, who was holding a telescope and observing the road ahead.

Lord Sikong withdrew his clairvoyance, glanced gravely at the steward, and nodded solemnly. His beautiful face, partially obscured by the mask, was filled with murderous intent, his eyes blazing with bloodthirsty rage and cruelty. "Tell the brothers to prepare. The troops approaching are Sikong Jin's forces. When they charge, attack immediately. Don't say anything, and don't care what they say. Kill anyone wearing Liao military uniforms! Kill them all! That bastard Sikong Jin dares to provoke the might of my Liao! Tonight, I'll teach him a lesson! If this battle satisfies me, your rewards will be substantial, hmm? Yours, do you understand?"

Lord Sikong patted the steward's shoulder forcefully, his smile both despicable and sinister, causing the steward to shiver involuntarily. He nodded repeatedly, "My lord, please rest assured, the soldiers of Talan City are all fierce cheetahs, and we will definitely wipe out this audacious Sikong Jin and his worthless troops!"

Lord Sikong patted the steward's head with satisfaction and laughed, "Steward, I like your confidence. Alright, go and tell the brothers to get ready. They will follow my orders. When I draw my sword and give the signal to charge, all the brothers will follow me and rush down to wipe them out!"

"Yes, sir! I'll go right away!"

The steward got up with a smile and carefully went over to motivate the soldiers.

The thunderous sound of hooves grew closer, and the dust kicked up almost enveloped the entire procession.

Finally, the surging army entered the ambush zone—

'Bah! '

‘Whoosh whoosh! ’

'Boom! Boom!'

A deafening roar followed, and countless arrows rained down like a giant net upon the charging army. Explosions echoed through the air, deafening them. Sparks rained down, and the air was thick with the stench of alcohol. The sounds of shattering jars and porcelain bottles filled the air, followed by the neighing of horses and piercing screams.

"There's an ambush! There's an ambush!"

"Charge, brave soldiers!"

"Kill!"

"Soldiers, follow me and kill them all! I will promote you and reward you!"

Lord Sikong drew his sword, pointed it at the sky, swiftly mounted his horse, and charged down the mountain with murderous intent. Wielding his swift blade, he swept past in a flash, instantly cleaving two panicked soldiers in front of him in half at the waist. He was incredibly brave and fierce!

Seeing this, the more than 5,000 soldiers were immediately invigorated, mounted their horses, and bravely followed Lord Sikong into battle. Soon, the two sides' forces were intertwined, and a fierce battle ensued...

The steward's eyes were fixed on Lord Sikong. It was the first time he had ever seen such a brave and fierce commander. He truly deserved to be called a fierce general of the Liao Dynasty. He had heard that the Liao people were very brave in battle. But look at him now, this Lord Kus was like a madman, charging at the forefront of the troops, cutting down anyone he saw. Wherever he went, a large number of soldiers fell!