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Qin Feng walked to the window, standing with his hands clasped behind his back, gazing at the distant snow-capped mountains. His eyes were deep, as if he could penetrate the vast night and see Kyoto a thousand miles away. The north wind howled, stirring up the snow on the ground and producing a low, mournful sound that accentuated his solitude and composure at that moment.
Meanwhile, Lin Qingxue held a golden medal, commanding her troops. Dressed in silver armor, she exuded a heroic presence as she stood on the platform, her gaze sharp as she scanned the neatly arranged soldiers below.
She read aloud the deployment orders, her voice clear and powerful, echoing across the training grounds. "By order of the Northern King, from this day forth, General Li will take command of Tiger Roar Pass, General Zhang will take command of Dragon Gate Pass, and General Wang will take command of Yanmen Pass..." With each name she announced, the corresponding general stepped forward and knelt on one knee to receive their orders.
The golden medal shimmered brilliantly in the sunlight, symbolizing the majesty of imperial authority and showcasing Lin Qingxue's power at that moment.
After replacing the original commanders of several key passes with trusted generals, Lin Qingxue ordered the fortifications to be strengthened and patrols increased to guard against an invasion from Northern Di.
She acted decisively and without hesitation, demonstrating the resolve and courage of a female hero. On the training grounds, the soldiers were in high spirits; their training sounds resonated like thunder, filling the air with a palpable sense of tension.
In Kyoto, at Zhao Manor. Zhao Wujie’s face turned ashen upon receiving a letter from Qin Feng.
He quickly skimmed through its contents, gripping the paper tightly until his knuckles turned white.
In the letter, Qin Feng used sharp words to expose Zhao Wujie's various crimes in Northern Territory and warned him that if he dared to stir trouble again, he would pay a heavy price.
He slammed the letter onto the ground in fury, gritting his teeth as he shouted, "Qin Feng! You have some nerve!" He paced back and forth, his chest heaving violently, his eyes filled with anger and murderous intent.
He immediately summoned his trusted advisors to inform them of the letter's contents and demanded sternly, "Now that Qin Feng dares to provoke me like this, what strategies do you propose?" The advisors exchanged glances but lowered their heads in contemplation. The atmosphere in the study grew tense and silent; only Zhao Wujie's heavy breathing echoed in the room.
In Northern Di, in a secluded valley. Wang Zhong disguised himself as an ordinary merchant, carefully observing his surroundings. Dressed in coarse linen clothes with dirt smeared on his face, he appeared unremarkable and indistinguishable from any other merchant.
His purpose for this journey was to investigate Tuoba Ye's military deployments and the situation regarding supplies and provisions.
After several days of reconnaissance, he finally discerned the location where the Northern Di Army was gathering and where their supplies were stored. He recorded this intelligence on a piece of parchment and concealed it in the hidden compartment of his shoe.
Under the cover of night, he avoided patrolling soldiers and quietly left the valley, hastening towards the Northern Territory. In the night sky, a crescent moon hung at the horizon, casting a gentle silver glow that illuminated his path.
At the Northern Di border, war drums thundered and banners fluttered. Tuoba Ye, clad in golden armor and riding a tall black warhorse, stood atop a high slope, gazing down at the massed Northern Di Army below.
In his hand, he held a sharp long knife, its blade glinting coldly in the sunlight. His eyes were filled with ambition and a desire for bloodshed as he commanded loudly, "Send the order down! The entire army will advance! Capture the Northern Territory!"
With his command, the Northern Di Army surged towards the Northern Territory border like a tidal wave, their battle cries shaking the heavens as war was about to erupt. Dust swirled, obscuring the sky, and the entire border was shrouded in an atmosphere of impending slaughter.
In the Northern Duke's Manor, within the conference hall, Qin Feng was discussing battle plans with his generals.
Holding the intelligence sent back by Wang Zhong, he wore a confident smile on his face.
He pointed to several locations on the map and spoke in a deep voice, "Tuoba Ye comes with great force this time, but we are not without our chances. The Northern Di Army has traveled a long distance; their supplies must be insufficient. We can exploit this weakness to lure them deeper and then cut off their supply lines..." He spoke eloquently, his tone steady and powerful as he detailed his battle plan to the gathered generals.
The generals listened intently, admiration evident on their faces.
Initially, they had looked down upon Qin Feng, this young prince, but now they were completely won over by his talent and charisma, filled with confidence in him.
Qin Feng set down the intelligence in his hand and said firmly, "In this battle, we will surely win!"
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