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Qin Feng handed the intelligence to his deputy, speaking in a deep voice, "Immediately relay the order, prepare the entire army for an attack." The deputy took the information, clasped his fists in acknowledgment, and quickly left to convey the command.
Qin Feng turned to face Wang Zhong, patting the old steward's shoulder with a hint of seriousness in his tone. "The safety of the manor is entrusted to you." Wang Zhong bowed and replied, "Rest assured, my lord. I will do my utmost to protect the manor."
Qin Feng nodded slightly, gripping his long sword as he strode down the city tower, his black cloak billowing in the wind.
He mounted his horse, which neighed loudly and reared up. With a wave of his sword, Qin Feng led the Royal Guard towards the ambush point designated for Lin Qingxue's army. The Iron Cavalry trotted over the cobblestone path, their hooves echoing crisply as they gradually disappeared into the distance.
Wang Zhong watched Qin Feng depart, a flicker of worry crossing his murky eyes.
He turned back towards Northern Duke's Manor, immediately organizing the staff to transfer important supplies and confidential documents to a safe location.
In the storeroom, servants hurried back and forth, transporting boxes with urgency. In the study, Wang Zhong personally supervised several guards as they packed and sealed books and manuscripts left by the Old Prince. At the same time, he arranged for additional personnel to strengthen the manor's defenses, archers climbing onto rooftops and walls, vigilantly watching for any signs of movement. The atmosphere inside and outside the manor was tense yet orderly.
In the capital, Zhao Manor. Upon hearing that Northern Di's grain supplies had been burned, Zhao Wujie's expression changed drastically; his teacup slipped from his hand and shattered on the floor.
He abruptly stood up and paced angrily around the room. "Who did this? Who ruined my plans!" A Trusted Guard knelt trembling on the ground, too afraid to look up.
Zhao Wujie approached him fiercely and demanded, "Have you found out how it happened? How were the supplies burned?" The guard stammered in response, "My lord... according to reports from our spies, Northern Di's supplies were burned by... unidentified individuals. The specifics are still under investigation..."
Zhao Wujie kicked over the guard in fury, shouting, "Useless! All of you are useless!" Taking a deep breath to suppress his anger, he walked to his desk and picked up a brush. He wrote several lines on rice paper and handed it to another trusted aide with a cold voice. "Immediately send this letter to Northern Territory. Instruct the assassins waiting there to be ready; once Qin Feng is alone, eliminate him without hesitation!"
The aide took the letter and left with orders. Zhao Wujie then summoned several confidants to discuss strategies. His fingers tapped rhythmically on the table as his gaze darkened; he ultimately decided to personally head to Northern Territory to oversee operations.
The Northern Di Military Camp was in chaos. The raging flames painted half the sky red, and thick smoke billowed, making it hard to breathe.
Tuoba Ye stood in front of the main tent, his face pale and his fists clenched, trembling with rage. He watched as the fire consumed the supplies, his eyes filled with anger and frustration.
He grabbed a nearby officer by the collar and shouted, "What happened? How could the supplies catch fire? Who did this?" The officer, terrified, turned pale and stammered, "Reporting to Khan, I... I don't know either..." Tuoba Ye shoved him to the ground, drew his curved dagger, and pointed toward the walls of the Northern Territory, gritting his teeth as he said, "Qin Feng! It must be Qin Feng! I will tear him apart!"
He plunged the dagger into the ground and ordered loudly, "The entire army will attack the Northern Border Fortress at all costs!"
Upon hearing the command, the Northern Di Soldiers picked up their weapons and let out a deafening battle cry as they charged toward the Northern Border Fortress. Tuoba Ye dispatched scouts to investigate the truth behind the burned supplies; he needed to know who was sabotaging them.
In the valley, Lin Qingxue donned silver armor and rode a white warhorse, waiting silently.
She gripped her spear tightly, her sharp gaze fixed on the valley's entrance. On both slopes of the valley, thousands of Northern Territory soldiers lay in ambush, holding their breath as they drew their bows, arrows aimed at the valley's entrance.
The sounds of battle cries echoed from afar, growing closer. Lin Qingxue knew that Tuoba Ye's main forces had entered her trap.
Taking a deep breath, she raised her spear and shouted loudly, "Fire!" A rain of arrows fell like a storm upon the Northern Di Army in the valley.
Caught off guard, the Northern Di Army suffered heavy casualties and fell into disarray. Lin Qingxue swung her spear and led her troops down the slope, engaging in fierce combat with the Northern Di Army.
Blades flashed and blood flew; the valley echoed with deafening battle cries. Lin Qingxue wielded her spear as if in a realm untouched by others; wherever she went, Northern Di Soldiers fell before her. Her eyes were cold, devoid of mercy; only one thought filled her mind: for the Northern Territory, for Da Qian—kill!
Lin Qingxue thrust her spear through a Northern Di Soldier's chest, blood splattering across her face in crimson droplets.
She expressionlessly drew her spear and swept it back, knocking another Northern Di Soldier off his horse.
"Kill!" Lin Qingxue shouted again, her voice echoing through the valley. The archers on both sides of the valley continued to shoot arrows, suppressing the Northern Di Army.
In the valley, the bodies of Northern Di Soldiers piled up like mountains, and blood flowed like rivers. The screams of the Northern Di Soldiers, the whinnies of warhorses, and the clashing of weapons intertwined, creating a brutal symphony of war.
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