Everyone Wants to Pamper the Lucky Daughter
Chapter 614 - 613: Fire Burns the Pass, Lin Jinxu_1

Chapter 614: Chapter 613: Fire Burns the Pass, Lin Jinxu_1

Little Green Bird circled above the battlefield, surveying the situation and accurately locating the Beiming Third Prince’s figure.

“Are you sure it’s him?”

Lin Qingluo’s eyes narrowed as he looked down at Xia Lei from above.

The sudden appearance of the giant eagle caught the attention of the Beiming army, and Xia Lei looked up at the eagle just in time.

As their gazes met, both were shaken to the core.

Xia Lei noticed someone on the eagle’s back and instinctively drew his sword.

Lin Qingluo’s gaze turned cold. He tied a pre-written cloth strip to the arrow, nocked it to the bow, and aimed at Xia Lei.

“There’s someone on the eagle’s back! Shoot it down!”

A Beiming general noticed the danger and roared as he waved his sword.

“Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh.”

Several hundred arrows were shot at the giant eagle.

“Chirp!”

The giant eagle soared higher, evading the flying arrows. It circled above the battlefield before diving down again.

“Swoosh.”

Standing on the eagle’s back, Lin Qingluo remained motionless as he carefully released his arrow at the right moment.

“Protect the Third Prince!”

The Beiming general paled in fear, desperately waving his sword to block the arrow.

But he failed to stop it.

The arrow, carrying a cloth strip, spun at an unbelievable angle in mid-air and accurately struck Xia Lei’s helmet.

Xia Lei’s vision blurred, and he instinctively removed his helmet, seeing the cloth strip tied to the arrow’s tail, his face darkened.

Before long, he untied the cloth strip, threw away his helmet, and examined the writing on the strip with a gloomy expression.

The more he read, the darker his face became, to the point where it seemed like ink could drip from it.

“Soldiers, quickly inquire about the movements of the Beiqi border army. If anything happens, report it immediately.”

“Yes, sir.”

A general respectfully complied and rode off at breakneck speed.

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“Master, the Second Prince Xia Wei leads the attack on Black Tiger Ridge.”

Little Green Bird surveyed the whole situation and almost immediately relayed new battle updates.

“This man is ruthless and had ordered the use of burning oil during the attack. Now the whole area around Black Tiger Ridge is engulfed in flames.”

“Damn it! Little eagle, to Black Tiger Ridge!”

Enraged, Lin Qingluo patted the giant eagle’s head and pointed his sword towards Black Tiger Ridge.

“Chirp!”

The giant eagle soared again, following the direction Lin Qingluo pointed out, rushing to their destination.

Amidst the clash of blades and the blazing flames at Black Tiger Ridge, the soldiers of the Lin Clan valiantly defended against wave after wave of fierce enemy attacks.

Both sides suffered heavy casualties.

Xia Wei laughed maniacally, continuously urging Beiming soldiers to step on their fallen companions’ bodies and launch a new round of attacks on the ridge.

Lin Jinxu, covered in blood, stood with his sword in hand, helplessly watching as countless Beiming soldiers, like locusts, swarmed upwards.

“Chirp!”

Bright bird calls echoed through the valley as the giant eagle glided above the ridge.

Upon hearing the bird call, Lin Jinxu’s heart trembled, and he instinctively looked up at the giant eagle.

Little sister!

It was indeed his little sister!

As he recognized the extraordinary girl standing on the eagle’s back, his heart instantly filled with indescribable relief and joy.

“Master, that man grinning like he deserves a beating is Xia Wei.”

Little Green Bird bluntly identified Xia Wei and guided Lin Qingluo’s aim.

“Laugh your way to the underworld!”

Without any hesitation, Lin Qingluo pulled the bow and released three consecutive arrows, each carrying the whistling intent of death.

“Protect the Second Prince!”

The Beiming general’s reflexes were quick, as he heard the sharp whistle and instinctively moved the sword in front of Xia Wei.

“Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!”

Three sword flashes drew perfect arcs in the air, clashing with the three arrows mid-flight, cutting the arrows in half.