novelraw Chapter 390 - 155: Journey by the Taihe River: Shi Feiyang’s Strategy and Ripples of Love (Part 5)
Chapter 390 - 155: Journey by the Taihe River: Shi Feiyang’s Strategy and Ripples of Love (Part 5)
Shi Feiyang advanced while silently strategizing in his heart, his thoughts working like a precise machine, running rapidly.
He carefully observed the surrounding terrain, calculated the marching route, thinking about how to maximize his side’s advantages in this surprise attack, delivering a fatal blow to the enemy.
Amid this tense strategic planning, his deep affection for Lin Wanqing was like the gentle breeze by the Taihe River, softly brushing by, bringing a slight warmth and tenderness.
He was well aware of the danger of this mission, which is why he resolutely did not bring Lin Wanqing. He wanted to leave the hope of survival to his beloved woman, no matter how many dangers he faced, he would never retreat.
In the tent, Lin Wanqing slowly awakened, she instinctively reached out to touch Shi Feiyang beside her, only to find the space beside her cold and empty.
She abruptly opened her eyes, looking around, and discovered, under the dim light, that Shi Feiyang was no longer there.
Her heart tightened immediately, a feeling of unease surged within her. She quickly got up, dressed tidily, and walked out of the tent.
Outside, it was silent, with only a gentle breeze rustling the tent fabric.
She saw not far away, Qin Yuanyao also emerged from her tent, her face likewise fraught with worry and anxiety.
The two exchanged a glance, and understanding each other’s thoughts, Lin Wanqing quickly walked over to Qin Yuanyao, reaching out to support her slightly bulging abdomen, and said with concern: "Yuanyao, let’s go find them together."
Qin Yuanyao nodded resolutely, her eyes shimmering with determined light.
Thus, Lin Wanqing, hand in hand with the pregnant Qin Yuanyao, led the remaining few disciples of the Heroic Sakura Association, embarking resolutely on the journey to find Shi Feiyang and the main forces of the Heroic Sakura Association.
They trudged through the night, the path rugged and uneven, at times climbing slopes, at times wading through streams.
Lin Wanqing held Qin Yuanyao tightly, supporting each other through the wind and rain.
The rain soaked their clothes, and the muddy road made their steps heavy, yet they did not retreat at all.
Whenever Qin Yuanyao felt tired, Lin Wanqing always softly encouraged her, giving her strength.
In their hearts, there was only one belief, that was to live with their men or die with their men.
They walked firmly in the darkness, their figures appeared so small in the wind and rain, yet so determined, fighting to the end against this brutal fate. Soon, they quietly arrived near the enemy camp.
Shi Feiyang stopped, gestured for silence to the disciples behind him, then carefully observed the situation within the camp.
Inside the camp, most of the enemies were asleep, with only a few patrolling soldiers occasionally walking by, the torches in their hands swaying in the night wind.
Shi Feiyang took a deep breath, silently praying that Lin Wanqing and Qin Yuanyao would be safe, while also strengthening his resolve to win.
Shi Feiyang stood firm in the dark night, his eyes like torches, as if able to penetrate the thick darkness, discerning every slight movement of the enemy.
His posture was upright, an awe-inspiring aura emanated from him, resembling a War God descended to the human realm, controlling the fate of this battle. With a slight lift of his hand, his voice, low yet powerful, swiftly issued the command, as if from the Nine Nether Hell, full of an undeniable determination: "Action!"
"Flying Eagle Detective" Xie Wen received the order, his figure suddenly flickered, like a wisp of smoke dispersing in the breeze, vanishing instantly into the night.
He performed the "Feixu Qingyan Technique," his whole being seemingly perfectly merged with the air of this dark night, leaving no trace.
His silhouette under the moonlight appeared faintly, like a phantom shadow, silently sneaking toward the enemy’s camp.
Xie Wen, after infiltrating the camp, roamed through the tents like a ghost.
His movements were light and agile, each step precisely placed, without making a single sound.
In his hand, at some point, appeared over a dozen torches, his eyes sharp as lightning, quickly fixing on a specific tent.
In this quiet night, he gently flicked a Fire Stick, with a "sizzle," a weak flame instantly ignited, the flame flickering in the darkness, yet containing endless destructive power.
Over a dozen torches were lit.
Xie Wen unhesitatingly threw these torches at the enemy tents.
With a "whoosh," the tents were instantly set ablaze, the roaring fire like a greedy beast, rapidly devouring the tents.
The fire rapidly spread with the night wind, the "crackling" sound of burning incessant.
In the blink of an eye, the entire enemy camp was engulfed in a sea of fire.
The flames soared into the sky, illuminating the pitch-black night as if it were daytime, thick smoke rising, like black dragons rampaging through the night sky.
The enemies, startled awake by the sudden blaze, instantly fell into chaos.
Awoken from their dreams, they panicked, some in disarray, others holding weapons with blank faces.
Shouts, screams, curses intertwined, plunging the entire camp into chaos.
At this time, Shi Feiyang and Liu Dayou led the three thousand disciples of the Heroic Sakura Association, like a pack of fierce tigers descending the mountain, ferociously charging into the enemy formation.
Shi Feiyang deployed the "Bright Jade Technique," a bone-chilling coldness spreading out from him instantly.
In the air, it seemed as if countless tiny ice crystals instantly formed, issuing a slight "crackle."
The surrounding temperature plummeted sharply, and a thick layer of frost quickly formed on the ground, the originally verdant foliage covered by frost in this extreme cold, the leaves quickly withered and decayed, making a "soughing" sound, as if groaning in pain.