Chapter 753

First Volume, Chapter 753: Puncture the Window Paper

This left Qin Feng utterly stumped; he and Jing Qianying had always addressed each other as brother and sister, and suddenly changing their form of address felt strangely unnatural.

But under Jing Qianying's firm insistence, Qin Feng gritted his teeth and softly called out: "Qian Ying…"

As he spoke those two words, Qin Feng broke out in goosebumps, and Jing Qianying's body trembled slightly.

Since they were embraced together, Qin Feng could even feel the intensity of her heartbeat.

After a long while, Jing Qianying let out a soft hum: "Mm."

That response lifted Qin Feng's spirits, and he called again: "Qian Ying!"

Jing Qianying buried her entire face against Qin Feng's chest, feeling as if she were burning up, and nervously yet happily replied: "What…?"

The ever-cold Jing Qianying had become shy like a newlywed bride—Qin Feng felt his long-buried, repressed longing awaken in an instant.

He suddenly shoved her away, grasped her shoulders with both hands, and stared at her face so close.

Their eyes met; at first Jing Qianying flinched, but remembering her promise to Qin Feng, she gathered her courage and met his gaze directly.

Qin Feng's heart howled like a wolf—fuck it, to hell with it!

What was that old saying again? If there's a flower, pluck it while you can!

Qin Feng leaned his cheek upward, their lips touched—this strange sensation jolted him awake: he wasn't just a cold, emotionless state machine—he was a man!

Jing Qianying felt a crushing sense of suffocation, as if she might faint away.

She wanted to flee several times, but at the last moment held back, savoring Qin Feng's blunt affection—she no longer wished to dodge or escape, and instead, she responded with force.

It was as if she had sounded the battle horn—Qin Feng pushed her aside, turned, stuck his head out of the Ying Zhang, and shouted: "Listen up, all of you! I'm discussing urgent matters with Fourth Miss—unless the sky falls, no one is to enter this tent even half a step. Violators will be punished by military law!"

Watching Qin Feng's solemn expression, Jing Qianying's cheeks flushed red, happiness spilling freely.

Qin Feng turned and lifted Jing Qianying into his arms; though she was a master of martial arts, Qin Feng's strength could crush her in a single blow—but in this moment, she was nothing but a delicate little girl.

Jing Qianying found Qin Feng's unquestioning dominance utterly intoxicating.

Qin Feng gently laid Jing Qianying on the bed, his eyes blazing with animalistic excitement, then lunged forward, secretly triumphant: usually it's me who gets beaten down—today, let's see who's truly the head of this household!

The sandstorms of Sai Bei grew fiercer, drowning all sounds inside the Ying Zhang beneath the howling wind.

At the same moment, less than fifty Li from Yan'nan Pass, Chen Mou led the Third Battalion's cavalry, having just rested briefly, charging again toward Lü Ci's Camp.

The Brocade Guard saw they were too late—they sent a messenger to alert Qin Feng and changed course, racing toward Yan'nan Pass.

"Where is General Lü?"

"Where is Garrison Commander Li?"

The Brocade Guard galloped straight into the makeshift camp, ignoring the startled soldiers around him, shouting: "I am a Brocade Guard under Marquis Qin's command—urgent war report! Summon General Lü immediately!"

So this was the legendary Brocade Guard.

The officers dared not delay—they quickly found Lü Ci. By the time Lü Ci and Li Chou reached the Camp Gate, the Brocade Guard was already roaring: "Snow Wolf Brigade Commander Chen Mou leads a thousand light cavalry straight for Yan'nan Pass—they're now less than forty Li away! Prepare for Beidi War Response!"

At these words, the entire military camp erupted into chaos.

Not just his subordinates—even Lü Ci turned pale: "W-what? Chen Mou's here? Damn it!"

Li Chou was equally stunned, his eyes filled with terror: "Quick! Send for Marquis Qin's aid!"

Seeing Lü Ci and Li Chou panic at the mere mention of "Chen Mou," the Brocade Guard frowned and growled: "I've already sent a messenger to inform Marquis Qin—but it's too late. You must hold off Chen Mou's advance—at least until Qin Feng's reinforcements arrive!"

Lü Ci swallowed hard—fighting Chen Mou? He'd never even dared to imagine it.

But the Brocade Guard spoke truth—if they couldn't hold until Qin Feng arrived, every soldier here—including himself—would be slaughtered by Chen Mou.

Lü Ci gave Li Chou a glance—he understood, and shouted to the panicked troops: "Don't panic! You all heard it—Chen Mou brought only a thousand cavalry, while we have nearly seven thousand, including two thousand light cavalry—we hold absolute numerical superiority!"

"Chen Mou is isolated and unsupported, while we have Marquis Qin's backing—advantage is ours!"

Thanks to Li Chou's frantic reassurance, the troops gradually calmed, donning armor and distributing weapons.

"Mr. Li, you hold the Camp—I'll lead the light cavalry out and flank Chen Mou!" With that, Lü Ci mounted his horse and led two thousand light cavalry out of the Camp.

Though Li Chou forced himself to appear calm, his heart was in turmoil.

Chen Mou, though not a once-in-a-generation general like Chen Si, was a true Tiger General.

His Snow Wolf Brigade, alongside the Xiongying Brigade, was known as the twin blades of the Di.

Not just Li Chou—even Liang's finest generals would tremble at the name "Snow Wolf Brigade," fleeing at the mere rumor—only Liang's three Northern Border Grand Generals and Qin Feng's army dared face them head-on.

Li Chou had no confidence at all that the remaining four thousand eight hundred defenders could withstand Chen Mou's first charge.

"Quick! Infantry forward, prepare Chang Mao and Spear and Lances! Bow Infantry take rear guard, vanguard protect both flanks!"

Li Chou issued emergency orders, deploying his troops.

Meanwhile, Chen Mou had reached a position less than Ten Li from Yan'nan Pass.

Chen Mou yanked the reins hard and raised his hand: "All units, slow down—halt and rest."

Through over fifty messengers swiftly relaying the command, the order spread through the entire army, achieving near-perfect obedience.

The Snow Wolf Brigade cavalry rested in place, replenishing food and water, and fed their warhorses the forage they carried.

After half a Envoy, the entire force regained full energy—Chen Mou then ordered forward, not at a gallop, but at a steady pace, conserving the warhorses' strength.

Ten Li… eight Li… five Li…

When they were less than three Li from Yan'nan Pass, Chen Mou gave the order: "Attack!"

At three Li—fifteen hundred steps—this distance was enough for cavalry to accelerate from slow march to full charge.

The thunder of hooves echoed across the entire Yan'nan Pass.