Volume 1, Chapter 2: The Twelve Riders in White
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Han Yu led his twelve white-clad riders out of the Zhenbei General's residence.
At this moment, a hundred elite iron cavalrymen, wearing silver masks and silver armor, wielding long swords, stood in a grand procession at the entrance.
This was an iron cavalry force that had walked from hell, a ghostly presence, their entire bodies radiating chilling aura under the dim moonlight.
"Welcome back to the White-Clad Army, Young Master!"
With a deafening shout, the hundred white-clad soldiers knelt on the ground in unison, even the sound of their landing was perfectly synchronized.
"Good!" Han Yu shouted, his voice powerful and resounding.
The hundred white-clad soldiers rose in unison, their movements remarkably synchronized.
Han Yu gripped his broadsword, flicked his robe, and leaped onto the lead silver-white horse.
His movements were light, fluid, and seamless.
"Mount up!" With Han Yu's command, ninety-nine white-clad soldiers jumped onto their horses in unison.
Han Yu looked up at the fallen city not far away, raised his broadsword, and shouted,
"Move out!"
Instantly, a hundred elite cavalrymen marched out of the Zhenbei Prince's mansion and headed straight for the city.
"Little girl, I've come to find you,"
Han Yu thought to himself.
...
At this moment, Fengdu City was littered with the bodies of fallen Khitan cavalrymen, each one decapitated, none intact.
Many civilians hid in the shadows, trembling, not daring to show themselves in the streets.
The scene that had just unfolded was still fresh in their minds.
While the Khitan cavalrymen were rampaging through the city, a group of white-clad soldiers suddenly appeared from all directions.
White-clad soldiers on horseback, with a single swing of their longswords, instantly cleaved several Khitan cavalrymen in two, tumbling from their horses to the ground.
It all happened so fast that no one had time to react before it was all over.
"Yes, the White-Clad Army has returned! Our Fengdu City is saved!" Suddenly, an old man from the shadows looked up, weeping with joy, and ran wildly through the streets strewn with corpses.
Even tripping over the bodies didn't bother him; covered in blood, he got up and continued running, shouting frantically,
"The White-Clad Army has returned!"
"The White-Clad Army has returned!"
...
At the north gate of Fengdu City,
dozens of border soldiers guarding the city hung from the gate.
They were all ragged and covered in blood.
Below the city walls, a group of defenseless elderly, women, and children were held captive by a group of Khitan men wielding spears.
They huddled together in terror, trembling, their desperate eyes fixed on several large tents in the distance.
From within the tents came the pitiful whimpers of women and the arrogant shouts of men.
The Khitans outside the tent craned their necks to peer inside, their excited faces contorted with rage.
Soon, two Khitans emerged from the tent with satisfied expressions, dragging two disheveled women with them.
"My turn!"
The two Khitans impatiently strode into the crowd, grabbed a woman, hoisted her onto their shoulders, ignoring her struggles and curses, and excitedly rushed towards the tent.
The two women were thrown back into the group of women, humiliated and in pain, they clung tightly to their broken bodies, trembling.
"Hahaha, look at your city garrison! What 'swearing to defend the city to the death,' 'fighting blood on the battlefield,' it's all bullshit!
Now they're all just watching us mercilessly trample and humiliate you!"
a Khitan commander roared arrogantly.
"You scoundrels, if you've got the guts, put me down
and let's fight!" "Yes, put me down, and I'll slaughter you all!"
"I'll kick your dog heads off!"
"..."
The general hanging on the city wall cursed angrily.
They had lost, but their indomitable spirit remained.
Their bottom line was to never surrender.
"Hahaha, hahaha, I love seeing you all hate me but can't do anything about it."
The commander said, taking a big gulp of wine, tossing it to the ground, and strode towards the crowd.
His sharp eyes quickly scanned the women, eliciting screams of terror.
Finally, he locked onto his target:
a girl in pink, her face filled with fear.
"You're the one."
The commander rushed forward, grabbed the girl's hand, and lifted her up.
"No!"
The girl tried to struggle, but she was no match for him; he easily hoisted her onto his shoulder.
For people like the Khitan, who lived on the grasslands year-round, being burly and incredibly strong was the norm. A small girl was as light as a feather to them.
"Beast, bastard, let me go!" The girl struggled desperately, using both legs.
"Go ahead and curse. The louder you curse, the more excited I get. I'll make sure you scream even louder in a moment."
The commander grinned lewdly and carried the girl toward the camp.
"Let go of my sister." Suddenly, another girl in white stood up abruptly, her eyes resolute.
"Hehehe, so they're twin beauties?" The commander was even more amused.
"Let go of my sister, and I'll go with you." The girl gritted her teeth and said coldly.
"Interesting, very interesting." The commander looked at the girl in front of him, his excitement growing more and more obvious.
"Since they're twin beauties, let's go together. I can have a double kill." With that, the commander stepped forward and hoisted the girl in white onto his shoulder as well.
Immediately, the surrounding Khitans erupted in excited shouts.
"Whoa whoa whoa..."
"Commander is mighty! Double kill!"
"You beast, release my sister!"
The girl in white struggled desperately, but to no avail.
Amidst the Khitan shouts, the commander carried the two girls directly into the tent.
"Beast!"
"Heavens, please have mercy and save them!"
"Beast, I curse you to a terrible death, never to be reincarnated!"
The warriors hanging on the city wall, their faces contorted in agony, cried out in heart-wrenching agony, their mournful cries piercing the sky.
"Come on, have some fun with your grandpa for a while."
The commander then tossed the two girls off his shoulder to the ground.
While removing his armor, he approached lewdly.
"Let me see who I should go first?"
The two girls, their faces filled with terror, instinctively retreated.
Unfortunately, they had nowhere to go. The girl in white grabbed a rock and hurled it at the commander.
He couldn't dodge in time and was hit on the forehead, breaking his skin.
"Damn it!"
"You dare hurt me!" The commander stepped forward and slapped the girl in white hard across the face, then kicked her hard in the stomach.
The girl in white was sent flying, spitting blood, and lay motionless on the ground for a long time.
The commander still seemed unsatisfied, taking a step forward, grabbing the girl's hair, and violently lifting her head.
"You'll have to wait until I've had my fill to die."
With that, the commander roughly ripped off the girl's clothes, instantly revealing a patch of snow-white skin. His eyes bloodshot. "Indeed, so fair and tender."
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