Before Bai Qingyan could issue another command, Bai Jinxiu had already led her men swiftly into battle.
Bai Jinxiu was originally fighting at the city gate. Seeing the flames soaring into the sky from Luohong Tower, and worried about her eldest sister Bai Qingyan and grandmother Eldest Princess, she quickly led the cavalry to charge over...
Bai Jinxiu caught sight of King Liang at once and shouted loudly, "Kill!"
Those desperados, already scared out of their wits by Bai Qingyan, were like frightened birds facing the true blood-soaked soldiers of the battlefield.
Blood streamed down the spear onto Bai Qingyan’s hand. She shook the corpse off the spear and saw King Liang and his group driven back up the steps under Bai Jinxiu’s soldiers’ pressure, her voice indifferent: "Kill! Leave none alive!"
The reinforcements had arrived, and surrounded by soldiers, Bai Qingyan’s men surged with morale, taking up arms and charging down the steps with a roar.
Bai Qingyan pulled the reins forcefully, restraining Taiping, who was eager to charge into the crowd, looking down at the panicked King Liang and Fan Yuhuai.
It was nothing but a battle of trapped beasts; whether Jin or King Liang, they would vanish tonight.
Bai Jinxiu had already leapt off her horse, drawing the Qingfeng Sword — the Bai family’s heirloom — and led the charge.
None of the Bai family descendants ever forgot their ancestors’ teachings: only by leading the charge can one inspire the soldiers’ morale.
Bai Qingyan watched Bai Jinxiu maneuver through the battle with ease, forcing King Liang to pick up a blade from the ground and hide behind Fan Yuhuai in defense.
King Liang, Fan Yuhuai, and those desperados were surrounded, like sheep awaiting slaughter, struggling desperately, followed by screams and heads falling.
Taiping was a spirited warhorse, neighing... wanting to charge down, but its reins were firmly held by its master.
"Wolves in front, tigers behind!" King Liang’s hand holding the knife trembled slightly but he didn’t want it to be noticed. He turned his head toward Bai Qingyan’s direction and said to Fan Yuhuai, "Charge up! If we can’t capture Bai Qingyan alive... as long as we can bypass her, we can seize the Eldest Princess! We’ll always have a chance to fight for survival, while fighting head-on with Bai Jinxiu’s men is a dead end!"
Fan Yuhuai, upon hearing this, also turned to look up the steps. Bai Jinxiu had brought too many troops; they couldn’t fight and break through head-on!
But... there were originally few troops guarding Luohong Tower. Charging up may be difficult... but much simpler than facing the hundreds of cavalry brought by Bai Jinxiu.
Determined, Fan Yuhuai whispered instructions to those nearby: "Charge upward... Don’t get too invested in fighting, bypass Princess of Zhen, and storm into Luohong Tower. As long as we capture the Eldest Princess, we’ll have a hostage to leave alive!"
These desperados were always tools of others, doing as ordered, and now that a path to survival was pointed out, they naturally fought desperately.
Seeing those desperados all turn and charge up the steps recklessly, Shen Tianzhi’s men evidently couldn’t hold off, retreating toward the steps.
Amidst the fierce flames, Bai Qingyan sat securely on Taiping’s back, her gaze composed and tranquil, her red tassel spear still dripping blood, exuding an intimidating presence, akin to a God of Slaughter descending into the world.
Without the need for a ferocious display, standing quietly, she projected such power that instilled fear, deterring any confrontation.
At this moment, Fan Yuhuai began to regret, regretting the path he had chosen.
But regretting now was too late; already on King Liang’s ship, even if it sunk... he must fight once more; kneeling and begging for mercy now would only bring greater disdain, tarnishing his dignity as a General.
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