Chapter 919

First Volume, Chapter 919: Xiaolan Acts

Just as the Tuntian Soldiers charged toward Qin Feng, a graceful figure stepped between them—Li Xiaolan.

"Xiaolan…"

Qin Feng was about to stop her, but it was too late; Xiaolan kicked her foot, and the scattered long sabers flew into her hands. With a casual swing, her speed was so fast none could see it.

Crack!

The foremost soldier had his head severed by Xiaolan's blade; before the others could react, she stepped forward, spun two saber circles, and two more heads fell.

Three Tuntian Soldiers were killed in the blink of an eye.

As the remaining soldiers stared in shock, Xiaolan tossed the saber into the air, then kicked its hilt with her right foot—the blade shot forward and pierced straight through the chest of a soldier ten steps away.

This move stunned everyone; all the Tuntian Soldiers involuntarily stepped back, their eyes filled with fear as they stared at Xiaolan.

"This… this woman came from where?"

"Such terrifying skill!"

"A master? A martial arts master?"

Xiaolan ignored their shock, kicked twice more, and two more long sabers flew through the air, cutting down two more men. Finally, she gripped the saber in hand, her expression calm and unyielding as she surveyed the Tuntian Soldiers.

"I am Da Liang Ming Yue Princess, Qin Family Third Young Miss, and Qin Feng's woman!"

"Feng'er refused to let me fight, fearing your filthy blood would sully my purity—but Feng'er is exhausted, and I, desperate to protect my husband, can no longer care for such niceties."

"Though I am no soldier, I trained under the Heavenly Ranking Jin ShaShou. I am not skilled in open battle, but I know how to kill."

"Whoever seeks Qin Feng's head must first let me die here!"

The Tuntian Soldiers stared at this woman in a White Fur Coat, proud and noble, yet wielding a long saber with lethal grace, killing without hesitation—fear filled their hearts.

Even a woman beside Qin Feng was this terrifying!

To kill Qin Feng was proving impossibly hard.

Qin Feng swayed, then sat heavily on the ground, watching Xiaolan standing tall before him—and he laughed.

"Desperate to protect her husband? What a phrase—desperate to protect her husband!"

"Xiaolan, when I return to Beijing, I will marry you—no delay, not a single moment!"

"Hahaha…"

Qin Feng's laughter echoed through the entire village; the Tuntian Soldiers were now caught between advance and retreat.

At that moment, a deafening roar of battle erupted from outside the village.

The Tuntian Soldiers gathered inside froze, then panicked—they turned toward the village entrance, shouting frantically.

"What's happening? What's going on outside?"

"Wasn't the battle over? Why is fighting starting again? Could Qin Feng's Reinforcements have arrived?"

Before anyone could make sense of it, a rapid, pounding hooves' rhythm came from the village gate—then a thunderous bellow rang out.

"Brother Qin, Ning Hu is here!"

"Damn you all—dare to harm my Brother Qin? Die!"

Under the terrified gaze of all, a Tiger General clad in Black Armor, wielding a horse spear, rode a towering steed straight through the village gate.

He thrust the spear forward, impaling the first Tuntian Soldier through the chest, then let out a low roar, clamped the spear under his armpit, and lifted upward—his terrifying strength hurled the soldier into the air.

Crack!

The spear snapped under the weight; the front half, still impaling the corpse, crashed to the ground. Ning Hu discarded the broken rear half, drew his Zhan Dao from his saddle, and charged forward, sidestepping and cutting down every Tuntian Soldier who came near.

"Die! All of you die!"

"Tianji Camp Guards, order: kill every man in the village wearing Armor or wielding a Weapon!"

The twenty-plus Tianji Camp Guards who followed poured into the village, charging along every alleyway, slashing back and forth.

The Tuntian Soldiers, already demoralized and weary, lost all will to fight—even the bravest among them, who had hoped to earn glory, were instantly terrified by Ning Hu's arrival. They dropped their Weapons, shed their Armor, and scrambled over walls to flee.

Meanwhile, the remaining Tianji Camp Guards dismounted decisively, ignoring whether their enemies still held Weapons—they killed anyone they encountered.

In an instant, Wanggang Village was drowned in screams and wails.

Ning Hu slashed the Tuntian Soldier before him to death, leapt off his horse, sprinted forward, and threw himself at Qin Feng's feet.

His face flushed crimson with rage, his eyes bulged wide as if they might pop out.

Only when he confirmed Qin Feng had no fatal wounds and would not die did Ning Hu exhale deeply, then slammed his fist into the ground, gritting his teeth: "Brother Qin, it's my fault—I came too late!"

With Ning Hu's arrival, the last of Qin Feng's strength collapsed.

He lay limp on the ground, his upper body cradled in Xiaolan's arms, and smiled bitterly at the self-reproaching Ning Hu: "You rode all the way from Changshui County to Qingshan County—you must have gotten word the moment Lü Li mobilized, and rushed here with your troops."

"You can't fly…"

"And… this time the blame is mine—I underestimated Lü Li's determination for Revenge."

"Go check on Liu Ming and Zhang Zhenhai—they're badly wounded and need treatment immediately."

Ning Hu, eyes swollen and red, nodded heavily, immediately summoning over a dozen Tianji Camp Guards to carry Zhang Zhenhai and Liu Ming into the Ancestral Hall.

The surviving Tianji Camp Guards and Anwu Guard numbered only twenty-odd men; exhausted and severely wounded, they too lay sprawled on the ground, all carried into the Ancestral Hall by their arriving comrades.

"Military Doctor! Military Doctor!"

At Ning Hu's roar, a middle-aged man dressed as a Tianji Camp Guard panted over—unlike the others, his gear carried fewer Weapons and spare Arrows, making room for medicine and bandages.

The Military Doctor was a new position added after the Tianji Camp Guards expanded—normally fighting alongside them, they only fell back to treat the wounded when needed.

The Military Doctor urgently bandaged and treated the injured comrades.

The villagers gathered in the Ancestral Hall huddled together, watching these elite soldiers—some kneeling, wailing in grief, others staring blankly at fallen comrades—and felt a deep stirring within.

The bond between these Liang Kingdom soldiers ran too deep—they truly were Comrades, brothers.

The one-sided massacre continued; every village entrance was sealed by arriving Tianji Camp Guards—every soldier, killed without exception.

Faced with the tireless Tianji Camp Guards, the Tuntian Soldiers finally understood the terror of the Tianji Camp.

Escape was impossible, resistance futile, and they were reaped like grass and weeds.