Chen Ping's Sword

This is reasonable.

Master Qiuye has fought with the Hu People for a long time, although most of the time she is on the defensive, usually at a disadvantage, beaten to the point of getting dusty and sullen.

But she hasn’t gone unrewarded.

At least, she knows the intelligence about the Beizhou Barbarians like the back of her hand.

"The Wind and Cloud List hasn’t ranked them, and the exact number is unknown, but it’s certain there are nine people. And Divine Master Duran is one of them, a figure of great extravagance, with many disciples and followers.

In this invasion battle, he has frequently intervened, causing severe casualties among the experts of Great Li with significant merit.

However, to us, his arrogance has its advantages. He disdains to engage with ordinary enemies, appearing somewhat reserved.

If not for this, we would have had no chance at the Celestial Gate Pass."

Master Qiuye’s eyes showed complexity.

Chen Ping understood the meaning of these words.

This actual power elder of Qingwei Mountain, a famous general in the fight against the Hu in the Southern Region, is subtly advising him.

To recover the three fortresses at this time, is to take them back immediately.

One should not act arbitrarily.

With just over 10,000 cavalrymen, wanting to engage head-on with the main force of Beizhou led by Yuwen Zao, I’m afraid it would be beyond our capabilities.

If it provokes Divine Master Duran from the Celestial List to personally make a move.

It’s not about winning or losing anymore.

It’s likely to cost my life on the battlefield.

"I’d like to try the worth of this expert from the Celestial List."

Chen Ping squinted his eyes, looking at the Golden Eagle disappearing into the deep clouds in the distance, and said coldly.

On one hand, the tragic plight of these people from the Third Level is simply too shocking.

Even with his iron heart, he couldn’t help but feel a little sad inside.

In the past life, historical records were mere void-like data and words.

Such as: "In this year, people eat people."

"Slaughter the city, do not seal the blade."

Such atrocities are described as "utterly devoid of conscience."

They always seemed overwhelmingly pale.

Truly being in this environment, in this era, and then looking at the hellish scene in front of us.

The anger in Chen Ping’s heart couldn’t be suppressed.

In the previous three battles, Beizhou’s Yuwen Zao, even if he were a pig, should have reacted by now.

Moreover, he’s claimed to be a renowned general who is best at seizing combat opportunities, surely a large army has been mobilized, to surround, chase and block, aiming to swallow this force of over 10,000 troops directly.

Furthermore, Chen Ping can foresee on the road back, there might have been several troops already holding strategic points, preparing to intercept our retreat.

In such circumstances, if we avoid battle, only thinking of rescuing those pitiful people without truly fighting hard to instill fear in the enemy, this journey will surely be difficult.

So, the issue now isn’t whether I want to fight, but rather that I must fight.

"Please consider carefully, General Chen."

Hearing Chen Ping’s words, Ran Qiuye became anxious and immediately gave her daughter a look.

Thinking, as her potential mother-in-law, she’s somewhat lacking; precious daughter, try to persuade him, if not careful, this prospective son-in-law might be in danger.

"Mother, are your eyes itchy?"

Ji Mingyue clearly didn’t grasp her mother’s true intention, and asked blankly.

"Uh..."

Master Qiuye was left speechless.

She coughed several times and almost choked on her saliva.

"Don’t worry, Mother, you don’t know Seventh Brother’s abilities, and it’s understandable to worry. A few days ago, when Seventh Brother hadn’t yet learned martial arts, he was bullied by the Seven-Colored Hall of Xingqing Prefecture, surrounded by peril and danger looming. Guess what, facing the experts of the Seven-Colored Hall, Seventh Brother not only turned the situation around but also killed those experts one by one."

Ji Mingyue’s expression showed some reminiscence, also a bit sad, seeming to recall those past events she didn’t want to relive.

She truly knew some situations that seemed like certain death to her, but in Seventh Brother’s hands, a miracle might occur.

No, not might occur, but certainly would.

A miracle was certain to occur.

As long as he made a decision, just trust him.

Victory brings joy, loss brings delight.

Following him, no matter the outcome, she was willing to bear it.

The ordinary Long Sword in Ji Mingyue’s delicate jade hand, with her firm determination, gleamed with a lustrous moonlight, resonating with her gaze, her mood, possessing an inexplicable decisiveness.

"Rest assured, I will not lose this battle, nor can I afford to."

Chen Ping clearly sensed Ji Mingyue’s thoughts, feeling some warmth in his heart.

The little girl who once knew only how to paint flowers on her own face, liked to hide in dark corners, trembling, had grown up.

She had become fearless.

And as for himself.

He had certainly changed too.

No longer the struggling youth who once traveled far in obscurity, hiding his name.

He has the ability and confidence to uphold a clear sky for these people and this land.

Then, use this true army of tiger and wolves as a whetstone.

Sharpen a long knife renowned across the land.

As long as it doesn’t break this long knife immediately, being reborn in the deathly struggle, growing in adversity, is the path he should walk.

Ten thousand years is too long, seize the moment.

This time, retreat is not an option.

"Master Qiuye, gather the people in this city and lead 3,000 cavalry to retreat."

As Chen Ping decided, he immediately began deploying troops.

"I can still fight, is General Chen underestimating me or something?"

Master Qiuye raised her eyebrows and felt dissatisfied.

In her heart, with Chen Ping facing nine lives and one death, she really was not at ease, especially concerned for her own daughter.

The little girl seems clever and smart usually, but now appears somewhat foolish.

Let’s risk this old life together to try this knife and fire sea, anyway, this life was saved by him, returning it to him it is.

"Where does such talk come from, Master Qiuye, it’s not about trusting your sword technique and martial arts, but rather..."

Chen Ping turned his gaze towards the cavalry led by Ran Qiuye, now less than two thousand in number, each with blood-soaked armor turned to mud, deep-sunken eyes, like they hadn’t slept for three days and nights.

Following Ran Qiuye’s battles across thousand miles, rushing east and west, these people were stretched thin, and were almost at the breaking point.

If they follow him again into battle, the casualty rate might increase significantly.

These people, experienced in blood and fire, are all brimming with bravery, indefatigable elite among the elite, saving even one is gained.

Therefore, staying behind, protecting the people in retreat, moving and resting along the way, is proper.

Hearing Chen Ping say this, Master Qiuye reluctantly agreed.

Chen Ping turned her head to Xiao Tong and others, eyes scanning each of the generals, seeing their firm eyes without hesitation, a smile appeared on her face.

"Everyone, this battle might be difficult, but not without vitality. Today, we have no retreat, kill the Hu!"

"Kill the Hu."

First, several generals shouted deeply.

Behind, over 10,000 cavalry shouted simultaneously, the momentum soaring.

In the distance, outside the northern city gate, smoke and dust billowed, flags stretching like a forest.

A majestic Golden Eagle flew at the forefront, letting out a long sigh, its sound echoing in the heavens.

Beizhou’s main force, led by Yuwen Zao, had arrived.

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