King of Hundred Victories Saber

Chapter 395 - 156: Dragon’s Shadow Unleashed: The Chronicles of Shi Feiyang’s Campaign Against the Raiders

In the morning light, the smoke of gunpowder gradually dissipated, leaving only a deathly silence on the battlefield.

The soldiers of the Ming Army began to collect scattered weapons and various spoils of war.

Shi Feiyang stood on high ground, his posture upright like a sturdy pine, looking deeply towards the distance. In his heart, there was both the joy of victory, affirming the efforts of himself and his comrades, and a profound anxiety for the future, knowing well that the victory of this night raid was only temporary. To completely eliminate the enemy, more effort and wisdom would be needed.

He turned to look at Li Song and Lin Wanqing beside him, feeling a warmth surge in his heart.

Li Song’s eyes were firm, filled with determination for future battles; Lin Wanqing’s eyes were gentle, full of concern and support for Shi Feiyang.

The sun gradually rose, its golden light pouring over the battlefield, bringing a touch of warmth and hope to the once blood-soaked land.

The sunlight shone on Shi Feiyang, outlining his tall and mighty figure, as if bestowing upon him a layer of sacred radiance.

The soldiers of the Ming Army also began to pack up, preparing to move forward.

They carefully and thoroughly inspected their equipment, ensuring each weapon was razor-sharp, gleaming coldly in the light; every piece of armor was intact and strong, able to withstand the enemy’s attacks.

The journey along the Taihe River continued, yet suddenly news arrived that the Bozhou Tusi, Yang Yinglong, had openly rebelled against the Great Ming Court.

This news was like a bolt from the blue, instantly shattering the previously calm atmosphere of the march, causing everyone’s hearts to hang in suspense.

Yang Yinglong ravaged Guizhou, Sichuan, and other places, committing all sorts of evil, leaving devastation in his wake. The populace was displaced and in tears, the entire region plunged into chaos and despair.

Upon hearing this news, Li Song walked gravely to Shi Feiyang.

Gazing at Shi Feiyang, eyes filled with earnestness and expectation, he said, "Hero Shi, the situation is critical, and the Great Ming Court needs your help. The chaos in Bozhou is upon us, and the people are in deep distress. I implore you to go to Bozhou and assist my brother, Li Hualong. This battle against the enemy and to aid Korea is by no means a task to be accomplished overnight; it is destined to be a protracted war. The road ahead is long, please, Hero Shi, first aid in Bozhou, then return to Korea to settle the score with the enemy."

Li Song’s words were filled with helplessness and trust, fully aware that Shi Feiyang’s martial prowess and extraordinary wisdom were crucial in quelling the rebellion.

After hearing this, Shi Feiyang’s brows slightly furrowed, a hint of worry flickering in his eyes.

But soon, his gaze became firm and valiant, as he declared loudly without hesitation, "Rest assured, General Li, I, Shi Feiyang, having committed to serving my country, shall never fear any hardships or perils! The situation in Bozhou concerns the safety of the people and the rise and fall of the court; I shall spare no effort!"

His voice was strong and powerful, resonating through the air like a ringing bell, showcasing his innate charisma and chivalrous boldness.

Having said this, he turned to look at Lin Wanqing, his eyes filled with tenderness and apology. Lin Wanqing nodded slightly, offering him unwavering support.

Thus, Shi Feiyang, together with Lin Wanqing, led Liu Dayou, Xie Wen, and other heroes, along with three thousand disciples, departing from Weishan, returning to Liaodong.

Their group moved in great numbers, like an unstoppable torrent, advancing towards Bozhou.

Under the sun, their figures appeared particularly determined. No matter how many obstacles and dangers lay ahead, they would press forward bravely, sparing no effort to achieve peace and harmony for the Great Ming’s realm and the people’s happiness.

In early autumn, Liaodong’s sky was clean and transparent, like an immense blue gemstone set in the horizon. The sunlight poured down unreservedly, carrying threads of warmth, gently caressing the earth.

The breeze, like lively sprites, danced gracefully between heaven and earth, bringing the unique coolness of early autumn, dispelling the leftover summer heat. It carried a faint fragrance of grass and wood, refreshing and uplifting one’s spirits.

Dressed in early autumn’s meticulous attire, the expanse of Liaodong resembled a tranquil and magnificent pastoral painting. Vast golden rice fields, lightly stroked by the wind, rippled like waves of a golden ocean, shimmering with dazzling light.

Within the rice fields, farmers, wearing straw hats, bent over with scythes in hand, were briskly harvesting the ripe rice kernels.

Their faces beamed with the joy of a plentiful harvest, smiles as radiant as sunlight, narrating the fruits of a year’s hard labor.

In the distance, the mountains undulated, tier upon tier, like a sleeping dragon. Autumn colors, like a magical artist, painted the mountains in vibrant hues. Flaming red were the maple leaves swaying with allure in the autumn breeze; golden yellow glistened as the ginkgo leaves shone under the sunlight; jade-like green, with evergreens thriving, added vitality and life to the autumn scenery.

The mountain paths wound and twisted, like slender ribbons weaving in and out within the forest, leading to unknown horizons.

Within the forest, birds chirped happily among the branches, occasionally emitting crisp and melodious calls. The sounds danced and echoed in the air, adding a touch of life to the serene autumn day.

Shi Feiyang and his entourage galloped on thoroughbred horses along the official road of Liaodong, the hooves clicking crisply, harmonizing with the peace of the autumn day, composing a spirited symphony. They rode with agile grace, as an unbeatable Iron Cavalry, wherever they passed, dust flew, exuding a majestic and unyielding vigor.