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

"And another thing, can't you use your brains? If you can't count to three, can't you just count to 'one, two' and throw them out? After following me for so long, every time I go out, I feel like the IQ of the whole street has been lowered by you guys. You don't give me any face at all. If this battle doesn't severely damage the Xifenglie Army, you're not allowed to say that you're from my Sikong Jin Legion. You're disgracing me!"

Lord Sikong criticized Mei Ruhua with great displeasure. Upon hearing this, the several lieutenants beside him immediately raised their heads and said in unison, "Please rest assured, sir, the legion will be proud of us!"

……

The bugle call to charge sounded, a gust of cold wind swept across, and a great battle was imminent. Amidst the fierce drumbeats, Sikong Jin swiftly mounted his horse, drew his sword, and pointed it directly at the Liao army below. With a powerful roar, he shouted, "Brothers, follow me! Charge! Kill anyone you see!"

Upon hearing the order, the soldiers lying in ambush behind the hillside spurred their horses forward. A vast, dark mass of men filled the gentle slope. Seeing Sikong Jin charging down the hill, they roared like wild beasts, brandishing their swords and charging down the slope. The thunderous hooves echoed across the land, their frenzied shouts and roars resounding throughout the area.

"Kill!"

"Charge! Slaughter all the Western barbarians!"

"Long live! Long live!"

The entire team resembled a giant dragon soaring down in a frenzy, charging forward with unstoppable momentum and filled with rage.

The ground beneath their feet trembled, and a cloud of dust billowed up. Before the Liao soldiers below could react, they saw a group of terrifying monsters surging in like a flood of beasts from the dimly lit world, where gusts of cold wind and dust had been whipped up!

‘Boom! ’

'Bah! '

'Bah! '

Amidst the thunderous roar of galloping hooves, a series of deafening explosions followed, and the air quickly filled with the pungent smell of saltpeter and sulfur.

Before the Liao army on the left flank could figure out what was going on, they saw a group of people rushing down the hillside like a flood of beasts. They were roaring and howling like wild animals, holding strange objects in their hands, like firecrackers, or they were tied together, lit, and then swung in the air a few times before throwing them at them.

Deafening explosions rang out, and the flying objects suddenly burst open, throwing several brothers and their horses off their feet. Some were even blown away. Then, thousands upon thousands of black dots flew towards them in unison, like a giant net rushing towards them. Before they could even nock their arrows, a strong, pungent smell wafted over them.

'Bang! Bang!'

The warhorses beneath them began to neigh in panic. The bright sunshine was suddenly shrouded in a dark cloud and billowing dust. The men and horses on the left flank began to panic. The warhorses neighed restlessly and began to run wildly, disrupting the order of the ranks.

The deafening sound and the pungent, acrid smell made it almost impossible for them to breathe. The thunderous roar of charging hooves grew closer, and from within the billowing black clouds, the frenzied shouts of battle ripped through the heavens and earth, while the flashing light of wielding swords pierced through the black smoke like lightning.

'Kill them!'

'Charge!'

'Let those Western barbarian bastards know the might of our Four Banners Army!'

"Brothers, charge! We, the warriors of the Four Banners Army, are mad beasts!"

……

The roars and thunderous hoofbeats shook the heavens and earth. Sikong Jin's army had pressed down with unstoppable momentum, thrusting towards the Liao army's left flank like a sword being drawn from its sheath. Shouts of battle and the clash of swords began to intertwine in a chaotic manner!

The sudden change caught everyone off guard. Amidst the deafening roar, Sikong Jin raised her sword and charged forward, followed by Mei Ruhua and her subordinates who frantically pursued her.

The bugle sounded, and the Sikong Jin Legion, which had launched the attack, quickly assembled and, together with Sikong Jin who was charging ahead, formed a fierce, eagle-like formation that swooped down and broke into the left flank of the Liao army.

A surging torrent rushed down, instantly engulfing the sky and earth. Tens of thousands of battle swords were drawn with a whoosh, reflecting a magnificent and dazzling band of light. A fierce battle had begun.

"Your Highness, look! Heavens!"

Gore stared in shock at the chaotic fighting that had broken out on the left flank of the army. Leading the charge was Sikong Jin, dressed in a black robe, not even wearing a battle robe!

In the blink of an eye, his sword fell, and in a mere moment, he was already engaged in a fierce battle. The soldiers behind him were frantically carving a bloody path, trying to push through their central army!

too crazy!

The fierce eagle eyes of Xi Fenglie beside her locked onto Sikong Jin's beautiful face, which was filled with murderous intent, and a crazy smile suddenly appeared on his cold and gloomy face.

"Haha, Sikong Jin! I knew you wouldn't be so docile! How could this scene be considered satisfying without your participation? This battle seems to have been satisfying enough! Gore! Give the order for the entire army to attack. Kill anyone you see. According to the pre-arranged tactics, strike directly at Tuoba Yu's central army, capture Tuoba Yu alive, wipe out their central army, and tear their heart out!"

Xi Fenglie drew his sword from the saddle and quickly gave the order.

"Yes! Your Highness!"

Gore responded.

"Remember, a swift and decisive victory is crucial. Head straight for the central army as quickly as possible and capture Tuoba Yu. Take him alive or dead! Sikong Jin, this time I will personally confront you!"

As the chilling voice fell, a black storm erupted across the boundless plain. The two sides clashed swiftly, the chaotic scene making it impossible to distinguish who was on whom.

"Your Highness, where are you going!"

Gore, who was standing to the side, then noticed that West Wind had suddenly spurred his horse and galloped off with his guards toward the left flank behind them. He cried out in surprise, but West Wind could no longer hear him.

Sikong Jin brandished her battle sword, slashing across and cutting a Liao soldier who attempted to ambush her from the side in two. The splattered blood splattered onto her fluttering robes, the hot, pungent smell of blood incredibly acrid. Yet, a bloodthirsty killing intent surfaced in her once calm, clear eyes.

Amidst the flashes of light from clashing swords, her troops, following the pre-arranged plan, charged northeast. She raised her hand to wipe the wetness on her face, which was indistinguishable between sweat and blood, and spurred her horse to break through the encirclement with her soldiers. However, she suddenly noticed that her troops in front of her were becoming slightly agitated, as if they had suddenly encountered strong resistance.