Everyone Wants to Pamper the Lucky Daughter

Lin Qingluo scolded in a cold voice, twirling his wrist to put away the long sword, his figure drifted away, and disappeared in place.

"The general is dead."

"what should we do?"

The soldiers stranded in the big tent saw her suddenly disappear, their scalps could not help but tingle, and they were terrified.

**

Lin Qingluo beheaded Chen Xun, left the Northwest Army camp, and followed the guidance of the bird to the place where Xu Ruyun was recuperating.

Xu Ruyun had already woken up from a coma, and when she heard that Chen Xun was dead, she immediately felt uplifted. Accompanied by Mu Fangyun and experts from the imperial court, she persisted and came to the Northwest Army camp to take over the follow-up matters.

Undeterred, Dan Ta led 150,000 Qiyan light cavalry to attack Fengqi.

Xu Ruyun quickly cut through the mess and imprisoned all of Chen Xun's former troops.

Mu Fangyun personally went into battle, commanding the Northwest Army, and cooperating with the Southwest Frontier Defense Army led by Lin Qingluo, to jointly defend against the enemy.

There is a baby beast ordering the support of the herd of beasts, and the two armies work together to deal a head-on blow to the proud and arrogant Dan Dashanyu.

Half of the 150,000 Qiyan light cavalry were lost, and Dan Ta was also shot through the back of the heart by Feng Yi's whirling arrow, fell off his horse, and died on the spot.

The Qiyan light cavalry, who had lost their coach, lost their morale and fled in embarrassment.

Lin Qingluo made a prompt decision and led his army in pursuit.

The Fengqi frontier guards drove straight in, broke into the hinterland of the grassland, and approached the base camp of the Qiyan tribe.

The aristocrats who stayed behind at the Qiyan royal court were shocked to hear that Shan Yu had died, and the Fengqi army was attacking, and their legs and feet were so frightened that their legs went weak.

Surrounded by his cronies, he fled across the vast prairie to the edge of the desert.

The two princesses were among them and fled in embarrassment.

When Feng Qi's army arrived at the base camp of Qiyan, there was no one in the big tent.

Dissatisfied for a long time, the weak tribe who had been bullied for many years took the opportunity to surrender to the Fengqi army, expressing their willingness to submit to the Fengqi Dynasty in the name of the subordinate tribe.

Mu Fangyun was overjoyed, and on behalf of the Empress, accepted the surrender of the various tribes, and sent letters with pigeons, reporting the situation on the front line to the Empress truthfully.

The Qiyan tribe, the overlord of the prairie that flourished for a while, disintegrated and fell apart.

At the same time, Lin Qingluo led 10,000 light cavalry to continue to penetrate deep into the hinterland of the grassland, intercepting and killing the culprit who caused the people in the northwest frontier to be displaced and suffered from the war for their own selfishness, the second princess.

**

The green grassland stretches as far as the eye can see.

The breeze blows past, and the flock of sheep appears and disappears among the rolling grasslands, dotted like flowing clouds and flying catkins, and the blue sky and white clouds reflect each other, which is beautiful.

Lin Qingluo, in black clothes and black armor, with flying ink hair, led ten thousand light cavalry, and galloped across the endless prairie.

The giant eagle screamed up to the sky, flying at a height of 10,000 meters, guiding the little master.

"Master, less than a hundred miles away is the edge of the grassland and desert, which is the territory of the barbarians."

The little kingfisher was extremely fast, and came back from the front to detect the enemy's situation, like a flaming lightning flashed across the void, and came to the master.

"We must catch the second princess before she hides among the barbarians. If the barbarians want to protect her, it will be very bad for us."

Lin Qingluo galloped on the horse, his clever brain was running rapidly, thinking about the next move.

"The army's pursuit is too slow."

The little kingfisher gave a pertinent suggestion: "Why don't we fly over to stop the deserters and stop the second princess first."

Lin Qingluo frowned slightly: "How far is the deserter?"

"At least ten miles."

The little kingfisher answered truthfully: "At this speed, within a hundred miles, it is difficult to catch up!"