LIGHTNOVELSTORY Chapter 615 - 614: Shooting and Killing Beiming Prince_1
Chapter 615: Chapter 614: Shooting and Killing Beiming Prince_1
“Great, General Li truly has outstanding martial arts skills…”
Xia Wei gloats in laughter, but before finishing his sentence, a rapid red lightning bolt suddenly flies in front of him.
The laughter comes to an abrupt halt.
When the Beiming general looks back, he sees a pitch-black hole in the middle of his forehead, his eyes wide open as he falls off his horse.
“Second Prince!”
The Beiming general is greatly alarmed, dismounting to help him up, but he’s already dead.
“The Second Prince is dead!”
The Beiming soldiers are thrown into chaos, terrified and dispirited, not knowing what to do.
“Retreat!”
With a determined heart, the Beiming general carries Xia Wei’s body, mounts his horse, and turns to gallop away at full speed.
The remaining soldiers throw down their helmets and armor, fleeing in panic.
The enemy army withdraws like a receding tide, and Black Tiger Ridge is held.
Fortuitously unharmed soldiers raise their arms in jubilation, tears of excitement streaming down their faces.
“Chirp.”
The giant eagle spreads its wings and soars, obeying Lin Qingluo’s command, leaving Black Tiger Ridge for the next pass.
Lin Jinxu looks up at the giant eagle flying away, his eyes red and the tip of his heart tender.
**
“Master, Fourth Prince Xia Yang is cunning and deliberately conserving his strength. He feigns a strong attack while taking light efforts. The defending army at North Wind Ridge is not under great pressure. Let’s not bother with him for now and focus on killing Xia Yan.”
Little Kingfisher personally comes to the battlefield, her fighting spirit running high. She is not satisfied with merely killing a prince, but also wants to kill the King of Beiming.
“Xia Yan can’t escape. Let’s deal with Xia Yang first.”
Lin Qingluo thoughtfully says, “Even if the battle isn’t that intense, there will still be casualties. Every soldier of the Lin Clan’s army is a citizen of Fengqi. We cannot allow innocent people to suffer.”
“All right, let’s swiftly achieve victory.”
Little Kingfisher gladly accepts her orders, darting through the void like a streak of lightning, heading towards North Wind Ridge.
*
Half a shichen later, the Fourth Prince of Beiming is killed by an arrow and falls off his horse.
Beiming soldiers flee in panic, and the crisis at North Wind Ridge is resolved. The soldiers of the Lin Clan’s army burst into cheers, their emotions ecstatic.
Upon hearing the news, Beiming calls for a retreat, falling back ten miles.
The gates of Phoenix Pass open wide, welcoming the blood-soaked, heroic warriors as they return.
As soon as Lin Jinzhou enters the city gate, he dismounts and rushes up to the city tower, scanning the nearby mountains and forests, searching for the giant eagle.
“Chirp.”
At this moment, the giant eagle is already ten miles away from Phoenix Pass, approaching the camp of the Beiming army.
“Yin’er, let’s rest here for now and enter the camp at night to kill Xia Yan.”
Lin Qingluo ponders, signaling the giant eagle to land in the nearby forest.
“All right.”
Little Kingfisher happily agrees, hovering in the air above the forest for two rounds before landing on her master’s shoulder.
“Master, the Second Prince and the Fourth Prince of Beiming are dead. Why did you spare Crown Prince Xia Jian’s life?”
The little pet is puzzled.
“We need him alive in order to fight Xia Lei to the death.”
Lin Qingluo’s lips curve into an icy smile: “With Xia Yan dead and the throne up for grabs, the brothers will surely turn against each other, fighting to the death.”
“When Beiming descends into chaos, Fengqi can take advantage and recover. We’ll have a few years of peace and easy living.”
“Mm-hmm, Master is right.”
The little pet suddenly understands, admiring her master’s judgment.
“Yin’er, have the birds keep an eye on the camp’s movements. If Xia Yan makes any moves, notify me immediately.”
“All right.”
Little Kingfisher quickly agrees, flapping her wings and flying into the distance.
*
As night falls, a bonfire is lit in Beiming’s camp, with soldiers cooking their meals.
Inside the central tent, Xia Yan has a gloomy face, looking at his two sons with varying thoughts kneeling in front of him, wishing he could vomit blood.