She Came to Heal, Stayed to Conquer

Zhao Zun embraced Han Lei’s petite body, kissing her full red lips recklessly, as if he wanted to kiss his beloved into his heart, to merge as one.

In just a few seconds, Han Lei was almost out of breath, and only then did Zhao Zun release her.

”Girl, we have to go.”

Zhao Zun was reluctant, but this was still a battlefield. He wiped his still-warm lips and grabbed Han Lei to leave.

”Yes! That gasoline won’t last long.”

Han Lei’s voice carried a hint of urgency; under the firelight, her face was a shy blush, but her eyes were anxious.

Currently, the reason the Turkic soldiers were in chaos was only due to a timing difference.

Firstly, it was because they had lost their commander and their supplies were burned. Secondly, the unexpected appearance of peanuts and the fire wall caused a temporary fright among the Turkic soldiers.

If the Turkic army were to get their bearings and turn to using a human wave tactic for psychological warfare, then it would be a relentless battle; even if Zhao Zun and his companions were all exceptionally skilled, it would be a tough fight.

”Whoosh～”

Just at that moment, on the mountain’s edge, a flaming arrow pierced the night sky, shooting straight into the clouds. Xiao Zhengfei, fighting fiercely with Turkic soldiers, swung his sword to stab an enemy, then turned his head and shouted.

”Prince, we’ve connected with the brothers who burned the supplies!”

”Let’s go!”

Zhao Zun responded solemnly, surveying the battlefield; the Turkic soldiers within the fire wall had either fled or died, allowing them to take advantage of the fire wall’s cover to withdraw.

Immediately, he hastened to a nearby tricycle motorcycle, signaling Ping Chuan and Hua Tianyou to dismount.

He personally went to carefully carry Ma Cheng’s corpse and laid it gently in the sidecar.

”Ma Cheng?”

Han Lei recognized the familiar face, and her heart was shaken.

Three months ago, in the Yong’an City camp, they often interacted, laughing and chatting.

Now, he had become a cold corpse, lying silently there, showing no signs of life.

”He died to save me.”

Zhao Zun’s voice was deep and sorrowful, a flash of sadness in his eyes difficult to conceal.

Taking a deep breath to suppress his emotions, he picked up Alpi’s head and tossed it at Ma Cheng’s feet, turning to order his trusted aides.

”Gather the brothers from the Vanguard Camp, regardless of life or death; bring back as many as possible, none should be left!”

With the cover of the fire wall, Zhao Zun was determined to bring his brothers home.

Hua Tianyou moved swiftly this time, and the other trusted aides quickly took action as well. The brothers still remaining on the battlefield began to gather, moving toward Zhao Zun.

Under the fire’s glow, everyone’s face bore marks of exhaustion and determination.

Han Lei purchased two flatbed trailers from the system, tying them behind the motorcycle with ropes, to carry the bodies of their fallen brothers.

Zhao Zun stood beside the motorcycle, his gaze sweeping the surroundings. He knew well that the battle was far from over, but their withdrawal needed to be swift to avoid catastrophic consequences.

Han Lei came to his side, gently holding his hand, and whispered, ”Let’s go! Hua Tianyou and Ping Chuan will ride and cover our retreat.”

Zhao Zun nodded, tightening his hold on her hand, and mounted the motorcycle.

With the engine roaring, the trusted aides and Vanguard Camp brothers rode alongside the convoy, protecting them, while Hua Tianyou and Ping Chuan wielded pistols to cover the rear.

Behind them, the places they had been were already littered with bodies, the battle fires continuing to burn, but their figures had gradually disappeared into the night...

The sky lightened, dawn breaking, as Xiao Zhengfei led the soldiers of the Vanguard Camp riding warhorses, taking heavy steps, returning first to the Yong’an City camp.

The hoofbeats of the warhorses in the quiet morning were especially clear, as if each step struck at people’s hearts.

The brothers’ armor was stained with dust and blood, faces weary, but their eyes still reflected steadfastness and resilience.

The Vanguard Camp’s return amid the dawn seemed to carry an invisible force, instantly igniting the atmosphere of the entire camp.

The chevaux-de-frise at the camp’s entrance was moved aside, the soldiers who stayed up all night preparing to defend the city rushed over upon hearing the hoofbeats, joined by those rotating on rest, all emerging from their tents to welcome these triumphant heroes.

The Scouts had already delivered the good news ahead of them, only informing that the Turkic army had retreated in panic, with the Vanguard Camp overcoming many with few, repelling 200,000 enemies.

However, the Scouts’ report spread magically within the camp, and soldiers discussed and speculated on how the brothers of the Vanguard Camp managed to accomplish this.

Rumors also circulated about Mr. Zhao’s reputation truly striking terror in enemies; with Mr. Zhao stepping in, the 200,000 Turkic army posed no challenge at all.