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The dawn was exceptionally quiet and dark. Before dawn, it was the darkest and coldest time of the night. The faint grayish-black fog blended into the black dawn. It floated into the distance and then disappeared with the wind. No one noticed that because of the black dawn, the fog was concealed and everything was shrouded in darkness, making it impossible to see one's fingers in front of one's eyes.

Vaguely, a fragrance drifted over with the wind. Yun Zihuang took a deep breath, "I'm so blessed. I have to thank the people of the northern region."

She did not personally go up. This was the first time in this world that she was commanding a battle. She was simply commanding, not personally going up. Only at the very end did she arrive with her two hundred personal guards, neither too fast nor too slow. By this time, the battle was over.

This battle silently took place at dawn, ending without a sound.

If Feng wouldn't have believed that a battle had taken place here if he hadn't seen the barbarian soldiers lying on the ground in the northern region. This was because he did not hear the clashing of weapons, nor did he hear the cries of slaughter. He did not even hear the cries of pain!

Everything was so quiet. It did not break the tranquility after dawn, only the ground was littered with dead people!

These corpses were still warm and had just stopped breathing!

At this time, the sky gradually brightened. Feng Ming could only see faint marks on the necks of a few soldiers from the northern region. There was no bloody aura, not even a drop of blood. Most people seemed to have fallen asleep, but they would not wake up again.

Yun Yin walked over, clasping his fists as he said, "Reporting to the princess, don't leave a single one alive."

Feng Jue wanted to know how these five hundred ferocious northern soldiers had been so easily killed in such a short period of time. However, a thought suddenly flashed through his mind. The last time he had encountered Battle, he had encountered those ambushing archers. It was the princess who used a poison arrow to shoot over. The poison arrow landed on the ground and began to emit poisonous smoke. The archers then fell to the ground. However, he hadn't known at the time that the archers from the northern region were all dead.

It was obvious that the princess had used poison as well, killing five hundred of the northern region's fearsome warriors without a sound, without any bloodshed!

His heart could not help but shudder as he turned his head to look at the Canton Princess.

In the faint morning light, the princess slowly walked over. Her cherry red lips were slightly curled up as though she was smiling. A soft light fell on her face. She looked like a fairy that had just walked out of a forest. There was no killing intent or killing intent, nor was there any ruthlessness. She was calm and collected, but her charm was peerless!

Using the poisonous fog, in the dark night, the wind emitted the poisonous fog, the dark night covered the dark gray poisonous fog, following the wind among the people of the Northern Region. After inhaling the poisonous fog, they wouldn't have noticed it at the time, because she made Yun Yin control the poisonous fog. In addition to the arrogance of the people from the northern region, they set up a bonfire.

By the time some people from the north had fallen down, it was too late.

The poisonous fog made them lose their ability to resist, so they could only lie on the ground and struggle weakly. The more they struggled, the more poisonous fog they would be able to absorb.

Some of the northern soldiers had died after inhaling too much of the poison mist. Those who were still alive had no ability to move either. They could only watch as the enemies approached and use their hands to crush their throats!

Yun Yin and his men had crushed the throats of all the northern soldiers who were still breathing. Five hundred fierce warriors of the northern region died just like this, quietly in the quiet dawn.

"Very good, I will request for your homage from the Lord for one of the first meritorious deeds."

Yun Yin said flatly, "It's all thanks to the princess. This general was only following orders and did not contribute in any way."

Yun Zihuang smiled: "Why would I need to contribute? The military order could be written, 'If there is merit, I will not reward you. If there is punishment, I will definitely punish you.' However, this military order was only for me. If you have rendered meritorious services in battle, naturally, you will be rewarded. "

Yun Yin bowed, "Thank you, Princess."

The guards were trying to clean up the mess by collecting all the supplies in the place that the soldiers of the northern region had occupied. Horses, weapons, food, meat, and even the armor, clothing, shoes, and pants of the people of the Northern Region were all stripped off. Feng Ding's eyes widened. This, this...

He didn't even let go of the corpse's clothes and pants …

"Fengding, I order you to bring your men and do it immediately!"

Yun Zhao's tone was stern and stern. Feng Ding raised his head to look at Yun Zhao and then at the princess. When he saw her apathetic gaze, he said nothing. He turned around and saw that all five hundred of the Iron Guards were standing there motionlessly, clearly separated from the busy personal guards.

Feng Xunyun cupped his fists and bowed, "I will obey."

He walked up to a corpse and squatted down to personally pick up the leather armour, pants, and everything else on the corpse. The five hundred Iron Guards became silent and began to move. Some of them went to pack up, and some scattered weapons and other things. Some of them could only squat down and take off their clothes and shoes from the corpses. They didn't know why the princess had ordered the personal guards to do this, but since they had personally taken action, they could only do so.

Yun Zihuang lightly said: "It would be better if we could find another five hundred northern soldiers."

Yun Yin said in a low voice, "Reporting to the princess, we have already sent scouts to scout the surroundings. The head steward has personally gone."

The two brothers had always called Yun Hai "Manager" when there was someone else around. The Iron Guards didn't know that Yun Hai was the grandfather of Yun Zhao and Yun Zhao, nor did they know that Yun Zhao and Yun Yin were blood brothers.

"Grandpa Hai is so old, you still want to follow me around and work hard? Don't let me work too hard."

"Yes, this lowly general obeys."

Her personal guards were digging holes in the mountains, but the mountains were littered with rocks, making it difficult to dig. The Iron Guards felt that digging a hole was much better than stripping clothes off the corpses, so they all went over. They would rather use all their strength to dig a hole than stripping clothes off the corpses. The guards' mouths twitched as they tossed the hard work of digging over to the Iron Guard.

Feng Ning wanted to ask why they were digging the pit, and why they were going to bury the wolf cubs in the north? However, he didn't ask. He only silently continued to strip the corpse of its remains. This was the first time he had done this. However, he found that he was already used to stripping a few more corpses.

Yun Zihuang took the lead and ate the barbecue left behind by the northern soldiers. The bonfire was still burning, the poisonous fog had already dispersed, the smell of the barbecue was not bad, and there was even a hot broth: "Let the brothers take turns coming over for their next meal. Who knows when we will be able to eat such a good breakfast."

When Yun Hai appeared like a ghost, the surrounding sentries were shocked. Only then did they realize that it was Yun Hai, and they pulled back the crossbows in their hands.

"Princess, there are roughly five hundred Northern Region soldiers thirty miles away."

She couldn't help but smile, "If you're really sleepy, someone will send you a pillow, Yun Zhao …"

This time, it was Yun Zhao who was flushed red to his ears. He stood stiffly on the spot, feeling the warm breathing and gentle whispers of his young prefecture princess. The wind was definitely stifling as it picked up the clothes that had been ripped off the corpse. It should be his turn next time, right?