159: Third sister, long time no see

"Boom!"

A terrifying aura suddenly burst forth from Su Yiyao.

Ignoring the astonished looks from everyone, she transformed into an afterimage and rushed out of the tent, heading towards the battlefield.

Su Ming's four poems had certainly shocked her, and she knew that the loss of the Yongguan Camp's seventy thousand soldiers was now irreversible.

Her only goal in rushing to the battlefield now was to rescue her third sister.

The tragic death of her second sister, Su Yixin, was still vivid in her mind, and Su Yiyao dared not imagine what a miserable end her third sister would face if she fell into the hands of that rebellious son, Su Ming.

At the Northern Wilderness Army camp, everyone's brows were tightly furrowed, and the atmosphere was extremely oppressive.

Although Prince Pinggan had already issued a military order, promising to lead the Tiger Leopard Camp to victory, no one believed him.

After all, no matter how heaven-defying Su Ming was, he was still just a mortal; a battle between two armies could not be turned around by one person's words.

At this moment, no one spoke, nor did anyone discuss the outcome of the war, as if everyone had already guessed the ending and was just waiting for a well-known result.

"Report!"

A Northern Wilderness scout leaped off his warhorse and stumbled into the tent.

Seeing his pale face and terrified eyes, everyone sighed deeply in their hearts.

"Alas... as expected..."

Even Tuoba Man closed his eyes at this moment, as if unwilling to face the reality.

Before the scout could speak, Tuoba Man already spoke in a hoarse voice.

"Is Prince Pinggan alright? Was he safely escorted back?"

Losing another thirty thousand soldiers, although his heart was bleeding, he still first asked about Su Ming's safety.

After all, since the matter had already been settled, he could not let this Prince Pinggan also perish.

The scout swallowed with difficulty, then stammered in reply:

"Reporting to Marshal, Prince Pinggan is leading a team to pursue and kill Su Yike of the Great Gan Su Family!"

"Alas... it's good that he's fine... Hmm? What did you say?!"

Tuoba Man suddenly opened his eyes, his body appearing instantly in front of the scout as if teleporting, gripping his collar tightly with both hands, his expression as ferocious as can be, as if he wanted to devour someone.

"Repeat that again for Marshal, what is Su Ming doing?!"

The scout had never seen Marshal with such an expression before and was so frightened that he almost wet himself.

"Rep... Reporting to Marshal, Prince Pinggan is leading a small team to pursue and kill Su Yike of the Su Family..."

At this moment, the others in the tent finally heard the scout's words clearly, and each of their expressions was as spectacular as could be.

Chu Su, ignoring that Tuoba Man was still there, darted to the scout's front, kicked him down, and cursed, not knowing whether it was out of anger or excitement:

"Don't give Marshal this slow-drip nonsense! If you keep dawdling, Marshal will chop you down with a saber! What exactly happened, speak quickly!"

After a quarter of an hour, upon hearing what had transpired, and just like the reaction from the Great Gan side, the Northern Wilderness generals also felt their legs go weak and collapsed to the ground.

However, unlike the Great Gan side, the faces of these Northern Wilderness people were not filled with despair, but with profound shock and boundless ecstasy.

"We... we won... we really won?!"

"From here to the Spring Pavilion to summon old comrades, ten thousand banners to slay Yama..."

As everyone recited this poem, thinking of the scene they had just heard from the scout—the fifty thousand souls of the Tiger Leopard Camp returning to fight alongside their former comrades—they were so moved that tears streamed down their faces.

"From here to the Spring Pavilion to summon old comrades, ten thousand banners to slay Yama... From here to the Spring Pavilion to summon old comrades, ten thousand banners to slay Yama..."

"What a 'ten thousand banners to slay Yama'! To be able to rejoin hands with fallen comrades from the past, it's a pity Marshal didn't witness such a blood-boiling scene!"

"For our Northern Wilderness to have such a great talent as Su Ming is truly a blessing cultivated over a hundred years!"

Tuoba Man's burly body was also trembling incessantly at this moment, and finally, he couldn't help but burst into maniacal laughter.

"Hahahaha! Hahaha! Thirty thousand soldiers annihilating seventy thousand soldiers, unprecedented! Unprecedented! With this battle, our Northern Wilderness Army will surely revive its military might and avenge its past shame!"

"Issue the order, announce this result to the entire army!"

Soon, all the soldiers in the entire Northern Wilderness Army camp heard this news, and their originally low morale instantly burst forth with infinite vitality.

"We won! The Tiger Leopard Camp really won!"

"Thirty thousand soldiers annihilated seventy thousand soldiers, how did they do it?!"

"Prince Pinggan! It's Prince Pinggan! Marshal knew that as long as Prince Pinggan returned, nothing could stump him!"

In a tent, several Tiger Leopard Camp soldiers who were severely wounded and unable to participate in the battle instantly burst into tears and their lips trembled upon hearing the news.

"Prince Pinggan really helped our Tiger Leopard Camp avenge its past shame..."

"We won... we won... our Tiger Leopard Camp is not cowardly... not useless..."

Tuoba Man, who was in the midst of his wild laughter, felt a stir in his heart, suddenly gazed into the distance, and a ferocious smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

"Su Yiyao, have you finally lost your patience?"

"You want to go to the battlefield to save someone? Have you asked for Marshal's opinion?!"

With that, he transformed into a cannonball and shot out.

.........

On the Wild Desert, the scorching sun distorted the air.

At this moment, a graceful figure was stumbling and fleeing across the Wild Desert; it was Su Yike, who could only flee after witnessing all seventy thousand soldiers being slaughtered.

At this moment, Su Yike had long lost her previous cool and aloof demeanor; her elegant green robe was already tattered, and large patches of blood stained her body.

Her once meticulously combed hair was now disheveled and draped behind her, leaving only a look of desolation and terror on her face.

"Heh heh, my dear sister, we haven't seen each other for so long, and you don't even want to reminisce. Where are you rushing off to in such a hurry?"

A voice like a demon crawling out of the Nine Nether Hells echoed in Su Yike's ears, instantly draining the color from her face, and she stumbled, falling directly to the ground.

At the same time, a group of ten people on warhorses galloped from a distance, and in the blink of an eye, they surrounded Su Yike, who had fallen to the ground, with the leaders being Li Yuankai and Su Ming, who had just achieved a great victory.

Looking at the pale-faced Su Yike, Su Ming, who was on horseback and looking down, suddenly curled his lips into an eerie smile.

"My dear sister, long time no see."

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