Rebirth: The Journey of an Heiress novel Chapter 209

Chapter 209: Chapter 207: Bone Whistle Sound_1

Chapter 209: Chapter 207: Bone Whistle Sound_1

The Jin army’s heavily armored infantry moved swiftly, kicking up yellow sand and dust amid bursts of fire. Yun Poxing gripped the reins tightly as his warhorse, panicked, spun on the spot. His eyes darted around frantically, seeing only the frightened, disheveled Xiliang soldiers and the Jin soldiers howling like hungry wolves.

The Jin army advanced and retreated in an organized manner, just as they had practiced on the opposite bank earlier today. They seamlessly combined formations and melees, slaughtering his Xiliang soldiers without giving them a moment to catch their breath.

It’s over! All is lost!

If all the Xiliang soldiers he brought with all his national strength perished by his hand, he could never be forgiven, no matter how many deaths he suffered.

The flames reflected on Yun Poxing’s pale face. He had no time to consider whether there were ambushes in the Chuanling Mountains. Drawing his sword, he shouted hoarsely, “Retreat! Retreat immediately!”

Through the flames, Yun Poxing saw Bai Qingyan calmly sitting on her horse outside the Xiliang camp. Their eyes met, and the killing intent on her was intense and somber.

Yun Poxing gritted his teeth, trembling all over, and screamed, “Bai Qingyan! You promised me three years! Why attack now!”

But the only answer Yun Poxing received was the high-pitched sound of a horn tearing through the sky.

A general guarding Yun Poxing saw arrows flying towards him. Quickly riding his horse, he leaped and blocked the arrows for Yun Poxing, but he and his horse fell and tumbled together. The general looked towards Yun Poxing and shouted, “Commander! Retreat quickly!”

As soon as Bai Qingyan’s formation was deployed, any skilled warrior would know that the Xiliang army stood no chance of recovery.

Yun Poxing glanced at his subordinates, his eyes bloodshot. He could no longer care about anything else and lashed his whip, rushing outside the Xiliang camp.

On the fourteenth of February in the sixteenth year of Xuanjia, the Jin elite soldiers crossed the Jinghe River to launch a night attack on the Xiliang camp. They also ambushed and killed the Xiliang troops attempting a night raid on the Jin camp at Linggu Pass.

This battle marked the last confrontation in the Southern Border battlefield, ending in a disastrous defeat for the Nanyan-Xiliang coalition forces.

That night, the Jin camp north of the Jinghe River held fewer than five thousand troops. The Xiliang camp south of the Jinghe River was engulfed in flames, and the Xiliang warriors were utterly destroyed.

At Linggu Pass, General Cheng Yuanzhi and Zhang Duanrui led the ten thousand strong prepared Jin army, almost annihilating the Xiliang troops, with wails and screams filling the air.

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By the morning of the sixteenth of February, Xiao Rongyan’s guards, who had traveled day and night without rest, finally caught up with his group.

One guard dismounted swiftly and rushed into the grand house’s main entrance.

Xiao Rongyan was practicing sword techniques by the lakeside, with bamboo leaves falling wherever his sword moved.

Wang Jiuzhou, holding tea and a towel nearby, saw the guard approaching and smiled at Xiao Rongyan. “Master, Yue Shi is back.”

Xiao Rongyan sheathed his sword, covered in a thin layer of sweat. He tossed the longsword to Wang Jiuzhou, took the towel to wipe his face, and turned to look at Yue Shi, who had already run up to him.

“Master, the letter has been delivered! After reading it, Miss Bai asked me to convey her thanks to you,” Yue Shi reported.

Xiao Rongyan placed the towel back on the black lacquer tray held by Wang Jiuzhou and picked up a teacup. “Nothing else?”