Chapter 420 - 420 417 Defeating the Enemy in Three Moves_1

Chapter 420: Chapter 417: Defeating the Enemy in Three Moves_1 Chapter 420: Chapter 417: Defeating the Enemy in Three Moves_1 Bai Qingyan’s gaze fell on Zhao Tong’s entirely black, majestic horse. Zhao Tong instantly discerned Bai Qingyan’s intention to attack his horse, and his eyes likewise fixed on the white horse beneath Bai Qingyan, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

“First shoot the horse to fell the rider”…

It seemed this Princess of Zhen intended to knock him off his horse!

Zhao Tong’s eyes gleamed with the certainty of victory. He raised his spear, thrusting directly at the white horse beneath Bai Qingyan before she could make her move.

In a flash, Bai Qingyan’s wrist twisted. She swung her spear downward… The iron rod of the spear clashed, sparking against Zhao Tong’s spear aimed at her horse. She forcibly pressed his spear to the ground, numbing his arm and causing Zhao Tong to drop his spear.

Leveraging the momentum, Bai Qingyan kicked Zhao Tong off his horse and seized his spear. In midair, she spun and lunged at the fallen Zhao Tong. Zhao Tong never expected such strength from a woman. Unable to evade, the gleaming spearhead pierced directly through his shoulder armor, pinning him firmly to the ground.

Three moves to subdue the enemy!

“General! General Zhao!” Zhao Tong’s deputy shouted hoarsely.

Zhao Tong’s black horse reared and neighed, then turned and galloped back to the Liang Army’s formation.

Zhao Tong attempted to resist but was stomped back down by Bai Qingyan. Glaring at Bai Qingyan with bloodshot eyes, he clutched the spear lodged in his shoulder but could not resist.

Twenty silver-armored guards behind Bai Qingyan swiftly moved forward. Only then did she withdraw the bloodied spear. Zhao Tong cried out in pain as the Bai family’s guards dragged him away and escorted him into the city.

The walls echoed with the Jin Army’s cheers, and the war drums pounded even more vigorously.

Bai Qingyan mounted her horse in a leap, galloping forward. Heavily armored Liang shield-bearers immediately moved to protect Zhao Tong’s deputy.

Bai Qingyan rode swiftly to the side of two already dead Liang soldiers. Using her spear, she snagged the black and white python flag of the Bai Army and tucked it into her chest. With an icy, bone-chilling gaze, she swept across the Liang commanders on horseback. Her cold silver armor and the red cloak fluttered audibly, her blood-stained spear pointing at the Liang Army. Arrogantly, she shouted: “Who else? Dare to fight!”

The silver spearhead dripped blood, glistening chillingly under the glaring sun.

Despite Zhao Tong’s previous underestimation, subduing him in three moves proved Bai Qingyan was no ordinary person. Bai Qingyan’s battle in the southern borderlands had already earned her the title of “God of Slaughter,” making even the Liang Army tremble with fear.

She was the granddaughter of King of Zhen, Bai Weiting. Reports said she had accompanied him in many battles without ever suffering defeat. Even when severely injured, she had still beheaded the enemy’s commander.

Moreover, this woman did not blink when burning and killing ten thousand surrendered captives, proving her ruthlessness.

Zhao Tong’s deputy feared her to his core. Seeing no one dare approach to engage, he tightened his grip on the reins and raised his hand: “Retreat!”

Bai Qingyan watched the Liang Army retreat. She turned her horse and galloped back into the city.

The drawbridge rose, and the city gates closed.

Within the city, citizens and soldiers were elated. Amidst the jubilant cheers, Bai Qingyan dismounted in a leap, and Lu Ping hurried forward to take the reins.

She turned her head to address Lin Kangle: “Where is Zhao Tong?”

“He is being escorted to prison,” Lin Kangle called out, turning his head.

Bai Qingyan tossed her spear to the Bai family’s guards, mounted the horse again, and gazed at Lin Kangle: “Lead the way!”

At this moment, she was most anxious to hear news of Bai Jinzhi and could hardly wait.

When Bai Qingyan arrived at Longyang City’s prison, Zhao Tong had already been bandaged by military doctors.

Zhao Tong, forced to kneel by the Bai family’s guards, refused to comply. A guard struck his face with the hilt of a sword, forcing him down.

Zhao Tong’s eyes glinted with a sinister smile. Unyielding, he raised his head to glare at the lofty, somber Bai Qingyan, spitting a mouthful of blood: “What is it… Princess of Zhen? Do you fancy me? Want to sleep with me?”

The Bai family’s guard furiously kicked Zhao Tong’s face, knocking out two teeth.

Zhao Tong, his face pale with pain, was dragged up and forced to kneel again. Bai Qingyan coldly asked: “Do you think you… can capture the Lord of Gaoyi?”

“In a few days, you won’t know where the Lord of Gaoyi is. Without reinforcements, our army will encircle… and starve them to death!” Zhao Tong grinned through bloody lips, “You won’t get anything about the Lord of Gaoyi’s whereabouts from me. I’d rather die first! It’s just a pity I couldn’t kill you myself… If I could, I’d certainly become famous across nations!”

Remaining expressionless, Bai Qingyan walked to the brazier, picked up a red-hot branding iron, and spoke softly: “I give you a chance, tell me the whereabouts of the County Lord of Gaoyi, and I will spare your life. When the day comes that Daliang seeks peace, I will let you live.”

Zhao Tong’s gaze swept over the red-hot branding iron in her hand, and he laughed: “Our Daliang has an army of four hundred thousand. General Xun Tianzhang commands! Do you think you, a mere woman… can win? Maybe your grandfather and father could!”

Bai Qingyan’s cold and indifferent eyes fixed on the ember-bursting red coals, she asked: “Are you married?”

Zhao Tong did not expect such a question, and he laughed aloud: “Why, have you really taken a liking to me? Though I haven’t married yet, I can still take a concubine!”

“Good, unmarried means no wasted girl!” Bai Qingyan put down the branding iron, turned to Zhao Tong, and said condescendingly, “I heard your grandfather created a special torture for interrogating prisoners. It involved repeatedly branding their genitals with a red-hot iron until they fell off!”

Zhao Tong’s face turned white, his fists clenched tightly as he glared at Bai Qingyan.

“Some say your grandfather, General Zhao, was merciful, using this method solely on married enemy soldiers to prevent descendants. However, I’m a woman. So, I think from a woman’s perspective! A man with no genitals isn’t qualified to ruin a good girl! Don’t you think?”

Zhao Tong felt a tight grip below his waist and a lump in his throat. His gaze fell on the brazier with the branding iron: “If you dare! When my Zhao family army catches your sister, she’ll wish for death!”

Bai Qingyan turned to Lu Ping: “Uncle Ping, make him talk! Don’t let him die, or it won’t be fun. Keep him alive… to bait the Zhao family army of Liang Kingdom. Even if he’s tough, I don’t believe all of them are. Someone will crack!”

“Rest assured, Miss! The interrogation methods General Zhao used on our Bai army, I’ll use on Zhao Tong, it’s fitting.” Lu Ping clasped his hands in salute.

Bai Qingyan gave Zhao Tong a deep look, then turned and walked out.

“Bai Qingyan! Stop!” Zhao Tong roared.

Lin Kangle, following Bai Qingyan, glanced back at the ashen-faced Zhao Tong before catching up with Bai Qingyan.