Almost tens of thousands of crimson silk ribbons were fluttering throughout the camp, like flowing flames, high and distant, beyond a single glance.
As the wind passed through the camp, from atop the highest pagoda, red long streamers fell from above, the pagoda, seven stories high, a young girl stood quietly with her hands folded over her abdomen.
A wind came from the west—strong winds from the west.
The wind stirred the girl's black hair, her expression serene and dignified.
The bell tolled, the music was magnificent and grand, ready for the ceremony tonight, with maidens already dancing beneath the pavilion.
Flushing red clouds of sleeves waving, delicate but forceful, spreading far and wide, meandering around.
Below, dancing girls moved in unison, weapons stood arrayed like a forest, Golden Bells chimed from above, flames danced wildly, soldiers beat the drums, the sky vast and the clouds distant, unknown in their endlessness. Inside the hall, people from two nations sat and debated, pressing down seals.
A wind came from the west.
Great winds, from the west!
In the sound of stabbing, Baili Feng's right hand suddenly lifted, then furiously plunged down, his eyes cold and merciless, like a raging tiger bursting forth, a low roar from his throat.
The bodies of two Qin Iron Cavalry soldiers trembled slightly from the boiling battle blood, while the prison guards already had their faces frozen in shock.
Stunned, they watched the wrathful young man, holding an object, fervently stabbing repeatedly at Helian Zhizhi's neck, blood spraying, staining his black clothes with fierce battle marks.
Only when Helian Zhizhi at last no longer moved did Baili Feng exhale heavily, staggering to his feet, gasping rapidly, his body drenched in blood, Helian Zhizhi's and his own, smeared across the black clothes.
This is the Banner of the Great Qin Black Dragon!
Baili Feng threw the person in his hand to the ground.
Helian Zhizhi had lost his breath, eyes wide open, devoid of any luster, void of ferocity.
No matter what grand dreams he had before, how lofty his ambitions were.
Stuck in his neck was a rhombus-shaped object, the only thing on Baili Feng that had not been taken, wooden, painted black, one side bearing Qin, the other bearing Command.
The Command Arrow of the Great Qin's Northern Protectorate General!
Two prison guards almost couldn't breathe, their faces filled with terror, they hadn't yet fled when two Qin soldiers broke their throats, taking their lives, slumping to the ground.
Baili Feng staggered, bending over to pull a Golden Curved Saber from the waist of the finely dressed young man, fiercely cutting, beheading him straight away.
He clutched the head, looking at the young man's face full of terror and fear, mocked,
"Thinking of forcing Great Qin's vassal states to sign a treaty?"
Then he looked up towards the outside, his eyes fiercely cold, said,
"There can only be one Lord of the Kingdom of Che Shi under Great Qin, the Seventh Prince of the Northern Huns dies in the barracks, I'd like to see how you explain this."
"Since you couldn't make a choice, I've made it for you."
Baili Feng looked up, he regarded the remaining two steadfast Qin soldiers, his body heavily wounded but upright, bathed in blood, as if supported by an even greater force beyond his battered mortal frame, solemnly said,
"Even if we die today, there is no possibility for an alliance between the Northern Huns and Che Shi, even if forcefully formed, it's merely hollow, filled with mutual suspicion, easily broken."
"Gentlemen, the day to give our lives for our country is this moment."
The two Great Qin Iron Cavalry staggered to their feet, graspping their weapons, their blood boiling uniformly, they responded deeply,
Baili Feng nodded, at this moment, his heart harbored no trace of fear.
Holding a saber in one hand, a head in the other, he strode forth, prison guards in this dungeon were not few, but they thought the recent disturbance was just the 'interest' of a noble, not paying attention.
Until they saw that Qin general holding a head, striding forth.
As if the breath was sucked out of the air in an instant.
Looking at the dead noble, watching those three Qin men with curved sabres, striding out.
Even though armed prison guards surrounded them, they dared not attack in front of the mere three Qin soldiers, merely staggering backwards.
A shrewd prison guard even crashed into the cell to hide, watching the ominous black-clothed men of Great Qin pass by
They were wounded all over, their faces ragged, yet their backs were straight, their expressions devout and defiant, as if they were still clad in Mysterious Armor, as if surrounded by comrades.
Unhindered all the way.
No one dared to block them!
Baili Feng paused, ahead was the dungeon door of the Kingdom of Che Shi, outside might be life, might be death, but there was already no chance to retreat, he turned to the two Qin soldiers, silently for a moment, then suddenly said with a smile:
"Hey, could you possibly not call me General in the future?"
Baili Feng tilted his head, with a radiant smile on his face, the prison guards, nearly too intimidated to step forward, realized, he was just a young man of about eighteen or nineteen.
Possibly still an age that could be called a youth.
Baili Feng smiled brightly, looking at the somewhat puzzled Qin soldiers, pointed at himself, said.
"After all, I am also a Strategist."
The two resolute soldiers laughed out loud.
The tense atmosphere eased, Baili Feng's smile softened, his gaze still serene, he turned around, raised his hand to place it on the door,
He took a deep breath.
Baili Feng faintly felt as if he could hear the wind, in that wind, there were clear bell tones, the soft rustling of red silk floating.
That was the wind of Fufeng.
Taking another deep breath, he softly said:
"Today, I die with you."
With a loud clatter, the wooden door swung open!
PS: Previously thought it was Su Wu or Li Ling, sorry, guessed wrong.
It was Ban Chao, who killed an envoy in another country.