Wei Qianqian, you're very proactive tonight!

Because Ying Changqing's sword was intended to intimidate the Xiongnu and force them to surrender.

He wielded his sword on the battlefield, and all the soldiers were killed with a single blow.

This sword strike terrified the Xiongnu, demoralized them, and forced them to surrender, but it also caused the army's formation to collapse instantly.

Therefore, the young eunuch used his supernatural ability to escape in the critical moment.

Even so, Ying Changqing still saw that as he fled, the sword energy had already pierced his chest.

Even if one survives taking this sword strike head-on, he will be severely injured and unable to leave Tai'an City for ten years.

Therefore, this person poses no threat to Ying Changqing.

Ten years later, even if Ying Changqing went to Tai'an City, that young eunuch would not be his match.

But this battle made Ying Changqing realize that his strength was not enough.

If one possesses the strength of the seventh or eighth realm, one can use the Boundless Divine Power again, and that eunuch will definitely not be able to escape.

"There is a Listening to the Tide Pavilion in the Northern Liang King's Palace, which contains many martial arts manuals."

"You can go and take a look; the books inside will definitely be helpful to him."

Ying Changqing believed that his strength was sufficient to handle most situations.

But nearly dying twice today has made him even more eager to become stronger.

Having made up his mind, he did not hesitate any longer and went directly to the kneeling Huns.

Just as Bi Dun was in a panic, Ying Changqing appeared before him.

"Are you Bidun, the Great Chanyu of the Xiongnu?"

"Your subject, Bi Dun, pays respects to His Highness Prince Ying Changqing of the Great Qin Kingdom!"

Ying Changqing looked at the obsequious Bi Dun in front of him, chuckled, and then stepped on the back of his hand.

But he didn't use all his strength because this person was still useful.

"The Great Qin...a superior nation?"

Ying Changqing's actions humiliated Bidun, but he was too terrified to show any dissatisfaction.

He remained kneeling respectfully before Ying Changqing.

"Yes, Your Highness."

"In the hearts of us Xiongnu people, the Great Qin is indeed a superior nation."

Ying Changqing sneered and increased the pressure on Bi Dun's hand.

Biton was in so much pain that he was sweating profusely, but he dared not resist or show the slightest dissatisfaction.

"You consider Qin to be a superior nation, so why do you plunder year after year?"

Despite the pain, Bi Dun respectfully replied, "Your Highness."

"We Xiongnu have been raiding the Qin border year after year; there's nothing we can do about it."

"If we don't do this, everyone in our tribe will freeze or starve to death."

"Therefore, although we often harass the borders of Qin, we still acknowledge that Qin is the strongest country in the Nine Provinces."

Ying Changqing listened to Bi Dun's words without saying anything.

He knew that Bitton was telling the truth, but he was mainly saying these flattering words out of fear, and because he had now surrendered and had no choice but to bow his head.

Ying Changqing did not want to expose it.

When Bi Dun saw Ying Changqing lift his foot, he breathed a sigh of relief, a hint of relief flashing in his eyes.

Just when he thought Ying Changqing had agreed to surrender, he suddenly felt afraid as a long sword gleaming with cold light was already at his neck.

"Tick-tock~"

The sword pierced too deeply, cutting the neck, and beads of blood slowly dripped down the blade.

"You Xiongnu people kill countless people of our Great Qin every year. Today I will pay with my blood. You have no objection?"

"Gulp~"

Upon hearing Ying Changqing's words, Bi Dun realized that if the other party truly wanted to kill him, he would have been dead long ago.

But the cold blade still frightened him; he nervously swallowed and hurriedly looked up.

As the Xiongnu Chanyu, he maintained his last shred of composure.

"Your Highness, if killing me would quell your anger, I, Bi Dun, would die without resentment."

"But I am more valuable to you while I am alive."

"I still have prestige in the army. As long as I live, I can help you prevent the Xiongnu soldiers from going south to plunder Liyang or Beimang."

"In this way, the people of Qin will not suffer because of our southward advance."

"When the Qin Dynasty unifies the grasslands in the future, I am willing to serve you."

Ying Changqing remained silent, his gaze fixed on Bi Dun with a frosty intensity, his eyes still radiating coldness.

Bilton felt himself falling into an abyss. The mental pressure suffocated him, and the fear of being on the brink of life and death made him tremble and have difficulty breathing.

Just as he was about to breathe his last, Ying Changqing sheathed the Qiuli Sword and put it back in its scabbard.

"You still have some use, otherwise you would be dead by now."

After saying this, Ying Changqing turned to Mei Sanniang and ordered, "Separate the Xiongnu people and imprison them in different places, each in the drill ground."

Although the Blood Dragon Cavalry was small, Ying Changqing was certain that the Xiongnu would not dare to rebel.

In their eyes, Ying Changqing was like a god, and the thought of resistance had long since vanished.

"Thank you, Your Highness."

Bi Dun collapsed to the ground with a huge sigh of relief, and respectfully kowtowed to Ying Changqing, his eyes shining with the ecstatic joy of being reborn.

The Xiongnu soldiers all knelt down, their foreheads pressed to the ground, thanking Ying Changqing for his forgiveness.

"Thank you, Your Highness!"

Ying Changqing looked at the five hundred Blood Dragon Riders: "I will remember your contributions."

"Everyone's tired today, take turns resting. We'll meet at the drill ground tomorrow, and rewards will be distributed according to merit!"

"Yes, Your Highness!"

Upon hearing that rewards would be given for meritorious service, the five hundred Blood Dragon Riders immediately perked up.

His earlier fatigue vanished instantly, and he excitedly shouted at Ying Changqing's retreating figure.

Just then.

In Fufeng City, Li Wu led more than a hundred veteran soldiers out of the city to welcome Ying Changqing's army.

More than a hundred Qin veterans knelt on one knee in front of Ying Changqing, their expressions fervent.

"Your Highness!"

Nu Ying quickly stepped forward and threw herself into Ying Changqing's arms, her eyes filled with adoration.

She even stood on tiptoe and kissed Ying Changqing on the neck, unable to control her excitement.

Ying Changqing gently put his arm around Nü Ying's waist, telling her to be more discreet, because there were still many people watching.

Wei Qianqian, Nangong Pushe, Ehuang and other women all bowed respectfully to Ying Changqing at this moment.

Standing on the city wall today, they witnessed firsthand Ying Changqing's heroic charge amidst a vast army, single-handedly taking on a thousand men.

This young general, wielding his sword with unwavering resolve in the bloody battle, captivated everyone.

For the first time, Nangong Pushe's usually indifferent eyes revealed his admiration for Ying Changqing.

This is not a transaction, nor is it a master-servant relationship; it is pure affection.

At this moment, Ying Changqing turned to look at the hundred veterans kneeling on one knee.

Apart from these five hundred Blood Dragon Riders, the entire Fufeng City was populated by veteran Qin soldiers taken in by Ying Changqing.

They guarded the borders of the Qin Dynasty for half their lives, dedicating almost everything to the defense.

Now that they are old and frail, their fighting ability is not as good as before, so Ying Changqing did not let them participate in the battle.

"stand up!"

"Your humble servant obeys."

Upon hearing this, the veterans rose to their feet, stood respectfully behind Ying Changqing, and proudly raised the Qin banner.

They spent their entire lives fighting the Xiongnu, engaging in countless battles.

The battle was evenly matched with victories and defeats.

The Qin Dynasty was very powerful, and the Xiongnu were equally formidable.

This battle, with 500 against 10,000, was a desperate situation.

No one believed that Ying Changqing could come back alive; everyone just hoped that he could safely retreat back to the city.

The development of the battle stunned everyone.

No one on our side was killed, only a few were wounded.

More than 7,000 Xiongnu people died, and 2,000 were captured.

Such a record is unprecedented.

They were thrilled, their gazes towards Ying Changqing filled with respect and pride.

At this moment, Ying Changqing walked towards Wei Qianqian and, as promised in the morning, steadily lifted her onto the horse's back.