Rebirth: The Time-locked Girl
Chapter 475 With my blood, I sacrifice to Shenzhou! [1 more]

Chapter 475: 475 With my blood, I sacrifice to Shenzhou! [1 more]

To lay down one’s life for the nation in peril is to treat death as a return home.

From a young age, these words were as sacred to Hua Yingyue as imperial decrees.

And it wasn’t long after she began to remember that she knew her parents and elder brothers had all passed away.

The lineage of King Qin had withered, leaving her the sole orphaned girl.

Emperor Ning Zhaozong took her back into the Imperial Palace, where some envied her, some mocked her, and others watched with cold indifference.

At that time, nearly ninety-nine percent of the people believed that without the protection of her natural parents and brothers, her future life would certainly not be an easy one.

But she never needed protection.

Since she was the last proof of the King Qin’s lineage left in this world, she absolutely must not disappoint the blood and ancestral teachings of King Qin’s lineage.

Her father and brothers had not died on the battlefield but had been killed by their own people, a hatred that would last her a lifetime.

Even though her relatives had already passed away when she was born, the connection of blood meant she too would feel pain.

She wanted to become King Qin, to prove to the world that King Qin’s lineage had not ended, that a woman could also take to the battlefield, and would not be inferior to any man.

Hua Yingyue also knew that she was bound to die in the future, and would surely die on the battlefield.

Since that day was inevitable, whether it came sooner or later made no difference to her.

With the fall of the flames, the temperature around the Eastern Wilderness also began to rise subtly.

"My lord! They..." The vice general stared incredulously at the army of hundreds of thousands that descended from the sky outside the Eastern Wilderness defense line, his face in utter disbelief.

What kind of force were they to possess a military might even more formidable than that of the Ning Dynasty?

And what was that gigantic black object flying in the sky?

Hua Yingyue did not know, but she knew that this would be an extremely arduous war.

No blame to Prince of Chu for his defeat; the enemy had equipment and numbers vastly surpassing their own reserves.

If this army were to enter the Shenzhou territory, it would be a calamitous disaster.

The Eastern Wilderness was no Southern Frontier, with no multitude of snakes, insects, birds, and beasts to harness, nor was it like the Northwest, with its treacherous terrain which was hard to attack and easy to defend.

Here lay a vast plain, and the city walls were but a line of defense.

But no matter how high the walls, they couldn’t stop so many enemies.

Hua Yingyue’s eyes were somber as she swiftly calculated how many invaders their power could eliminate.

But the answer was not optimistic.

"At that time, this general received intelligence to let this general and a woman compete, something this general truly did not wish for in his heart," the enemy general laughed atop his horse. "Women are inherently weak, how could they carry spears and ride into battle, don’t you agree?"

The invaders behind him also laughed loudly, filled with derision.

Three large armies were invading Shenzhou, and they had contact with each other. With the Southern Frontier already breached, how long could Hua Yingyue, a woman, hold the Eastern Wilderness?

It was but a futile effort to stop a chariot with an outstretched arm!

"My lord!" The vice general shouted, unable to contain his anger, "They—"

"Don’t fall for the enemy’s provocation," Hua Yingyue raised her hand and said calmly, "Form up the ranks!"

"Yes, general!" The vice general saluted with a fist.

"King Qin, there’s no goodness in fighting and killing," the enemy general put away his smile, "You must have already heard about the Prince of Chu dying in battle, haven’t you?"

Hua Yingyue’s expression was indifferent, her gaze unchanging.

"Half of your martial arts was taught by the Prince of Chu. Although it’s said that the disciple surpasses the master, you know, you have no chance of winning!" the enemy general’s gaze was sinister. "Of course, we have no intention of killing all of you. As long as you join us, we won’t kill you, and we will even provide you with ample resources."

Hua Yingyue suddenly laughed, "How could Uncle Wang possibly fall for your threats and temptations? Enough babbling, are you ready to go clean the pigsty?"

"Prince of Chu was stubbornly ignorant, and naturally, he had to die," the enemy general laughed instead of getting angry. "But King Qin, if I tell you that we have a way to recall the souls of your parents and elder brothers and resurrect them, what would you say?"

Ye Wanlan’s expression shook.

This historical regression had given her such significant intelligence—

This group of enemies also had profound research on the soul!

Psychics could only summon the lingering spirits in this world to speak their last remaining affections to their living families.

At this time, the parents of Old King Qin and the Crown Prince of Qin had already been dead for a full twenty-five years.

Yet, the enemy general claimed they had a way to call back the souls of King Qin and his wife.

It was indeed an incredibly unbelievable matter.

Hua Yingyue’s pupils shrank sharply, and her expression finally showed change.

"Of course, if you agree to serve us, this general will certainly report this minor issue to the king," the enemy general smiled slightly. "King Qin, you gained fame at a young age, and as a woman, your accomplishments are extremely rare. Why not join forces with us?"

He stepped forward a few paces, then coaxed gently, "You should know, the Xiang Imperial Family is also the murderer of your father, and if it wasn’t for Emperor Yongshun’s grandfather who killed your father and brothers, your mother would not have died in childbirth, and you wouldn’t have been born without relatives."

Ye Wanlan’s eyes grew deep and somber.

The enemy who initiated the battle of a myriad troops had thoroughly studied the history of the Ning Dynasty.

"Just think of your fathers and brothers, all men of great stature," the enemy general sighed. "If they were not to return to the court, who in the court could stand against them? No one!"

It was a very high stake and it concerned the hearts of people.

The enemy general was confident that Hua Yingyue would not refuse.

After hearing these words, Hua Yingyue raised her right hand.

The smile on the enemy general’s face widened, "King Qin, that’s right. Just surrender, and I guarantee none of your men will die."

Hua Yingyue lifted her right hand to her ear and then raised three fingers.

The enemy general frowned, of course, he knew that this was the People of Shenzhou’s way of taking an oath.

"Today, under the witness of Heaven and Earth, I, Yingyue, swear that as long as King Qin is alive, the Eastern Wilderness shall not fall—as long as King Qin does not die, the Eastern Wilderness will not be invaded—" Hua Yingyue spoke slowly, "Heaven and Earth bear witness to my heart, understand my will. I sacrifice my blood for Shenzhou!"

"Boom!"

Despite the clear sky, a thunderclap suddenly resounded!

The oath was established!

The smile on the enemy general’s face gradually disappeared, turning completely cold: "Another diehard fool. Since you also wish to die, I shall grant you that!"

He too lifted his hand, sneering as he gave the command: "Spare no one, send them to join those fools from the Dongxi Sect in the Southern Frontier below!"

"Boom—!"

Flames shot into the sky, and the roar of thunder was unceasing.

The invaders’ equipment far surpassed that of the Ning Dynasty, and even as the warriors of the Eastern Wilderness fought to the death, they were still no match.

Ye Wanlan had seen this scene several times before.

Yet, with each viewing, her heart trembled.

For every inch of land, there was an inch of blood.

This phrase was never an exaggeration; the battles to defend were indeed so tragic.

One by one, they fell, but no one retreated; they all charged forward until they all turned into cold corpses.

"King Qin, stop resisting!" the enemy general yelled. "Your men are all dead. I ask you one last time, will you surrender or not!"

Hua Yingyue did not speak, letting swords and spears wound her, blood gushing from her body.

Suddenly, she remembered a conversation she had once had with the Carefree King, Yan Shunhua.

"You, with your temperament, what if you were to die on the battlefield?" Yan Shunhua hopped in anger. "Why are you so obstinate?"

Hua Yingyue did not care much, she raised an eyebrow and still asked with a smile, "If I die, what would you do?"

She was an orphan. Even though she was under the protection of the Xiang Imperial Family, the family members that belonged to her were all gone.

If she wasn’t tough, how could she survive?

"If you die, I’ll definitely laugh at you!" Yan Shunhua snorted coldly, and to vent further, he added emphatically, "I’ll laugh you to death!"

Because with the world-leading power of the Ning Dynasty, such a thing was absolutely impossible, so they both chatted in a joking tone.

But neither of them at that time expected that this day would indeed come, and come so swiftly.

Pain had already engulfed Hua Yingyue’s consciousness; she could clearly feel her life slipping away.

But she did not utter a sound; instead, relying on instinct, she continued to fight the enemy until she exhausted her last bit of strength.

"Bang!"

With a loud crash, Hua Yingyue’s body finally fell to the ground, more weapons piercing her, completely shattering her heart.

With injuries this severe, not even Shui Yunqing, the Taiyi Divine Doctor, could save her.

"The King Qin is indeed a formidable woman," the enemy general sneered coldly. "It’s a pity that you served the wrong master, had a terrible temper, and were too stubborn. You could only die."

He stepped over Hua Yingyue’s body and continued to lead his troops forward.

When the last soldier died, the defensive line of the Eastern Wilderness still broke.

The historical records state that in the year 1723 of the Shenzhou Calendar, King Qin perished, the Eastern Wilderness fell, and all three major border passes were breached, marking the beginning of the horrific seven-day long battle of a myriad troops.

"Dying on the battlefield—don’t laugh at me for that..." Hua Yingyue slowly closed her eyes.

The flames continued to spread, the wind and dust rose, bodies piled up like mountains, and wails filled the fields.

Ye Wanlan approached the body of Hua Yingyue and slowly knelt on one knee; she stretched out her hand, hovering it over Hua Yingyue’s eyes.

Even though there was no contact, her palm was still warm.

Ye Wanlan finished the next line of the verse in a soft voice: "...since ancient times, how many warriors return from war."

This time, none returned.