Chapter 408 The Robust Imperial Consort 19 (2/2)

A resounding victory in the first battle!

Ling Siran dealt a crushing blow to the Liuyan Army's morale with a brilliant and unexpected attack, proving his abilities to everyone.

The name of General Ling Siran, who quelled the bandits, spread like wildfire throughout the border region and into the interior, along with this glorious victory.

Zi Xi received the report of victory from the front lines. As she read the intelligence report describing Ling Siran's decisive command and ingenious strategy in defeating the enemy, a genuine and bright smile slowly appeared on her lips.

As expected, the talented general she chose did not disappoint her.

She gently stroked the edge of the intelligence report, a hint of longing flashing in her phoenix eyes.

It seems that the golden retriever she chose not only has eight-pack abs, but can also transform into a fierce tiger that roars across the mountains and forests on the battlefield.

very good.

The aftershocks of the great victory at Jinzhou had not yet subsided, greatly boosting the morale of the Fengchao army.

Although the military camp remained solemn, it was filled with a sense of exhilaration, as if the soldiers had survived a calamity.

On a dark and windy night, in the main camp area, the footsteps of patrolling soldiers were rhythmic and heavy.

A dark figure, almost blending into the night, silently bypassed the sentries and made precise infiltration towards the central command tent.

The lights inside the tent were still on, illuminating Ling Siran's tall figure as he bent over his desk studying the nautical charts.

Just then, a soft thud and a suppressed, short gasp came from outside the tent.

He was the deputy general in charge of nighttime guard duty.

Ling Siran reacted extremely quickly, suddenly standing up, grabbing the sword beside him, and rushing out.

In the shadows outside the tent, two assassins in black were locked in combat with the guards who had rushed over upon hearing the commotion, while the young lieutenant lay dead in a pool of blood, a short dart with a ghostly blue sheen embedded in his shoulder, clearly coated with deadly poison.

"An assassin!!"

The guards shouted urgently.

Ling Siran's eyes sharpened, and he joined the battle without hesitation.

He was highly skilled in martial arts and possessed astonishing strength. The long sword in his hand slashed out with a whooshing sound, instantly forcing back an assassin.

Seeing the situation was dire, another assassin's eyes flashed with malice. Ignoring the attacks from his personal guards behind him, he flicked his wrist, and three identical poisoned darts flew in a triangular pattern toward Ling Siran, who was checking on his deputy's injuries.

It was taken at a tricky angle and moved at an incredibly fast speed.

If Ling Siran hadn't dodged, all the poisoned darts would have pierced the already poisoned lieutenant's body.

In the blink of an eye, Ling Siran had no time to think.

He suddenly spun around and used his back to completely shield the deputy general on the ground.

Two muffled thuds as sharp blades pierced flesh.

One of the two poisoned darts was deeply embedded below his left shoulder blade, while the other grazed his right arm, leaving a trail of blood.

Only the third one was parried by him at the last second with the hilt of his knife.

A sharp pain, accompanied by a numbing sensation, instantly spread from the wound on my left shoulder.

Ling Siran let out a muffled groan, his face turning ashen at a visible speed, and he swayed, almost unable to stand.

"General!"

"Take them down!"

The guards, their eyes bloodshot with rage, pounced on the assassin.

Seeing that their target had been hit by the dart, the two assassins did not linger in the fight. They made a feint and then tried to escape in the chaos.

"Keep alive..."

Ling Siran mustered his strength and shouted, leaning on the ground with his knife.

Before he could finish speaking, the chilling poison took effect rapidly, and he collapsed forward, his vision going black.

"General!"

In Jinzhou City.

Zi Xi was listening to her subordinates report on the latest developments of intelligence networks in various regions, her fingertips unconsciously tapping the table.

Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through her chest without warning, causing her to furrow her brow.