Everyone Wants to Pamper the Lucky Daughter - Chapter 1251

Chapter 1251: Chapter 1241: Sweeping Away the Enemy, Hoping for a Change of Dynasty_1 Chapter 1251: Chapter 1241: Sweeping Away the Enemy, Hoping for a Change of Dynasty_1 The hundred thousand border soldiers were virtually useless.

Little Kingfisher led the monster army to a victory without breaking a sweat, sweeping through the military camps.

Lin Qingluo did not hesitate at all. He left ten thousand soldiers to capture and reorganize the prisoners of war, and led the heavy-armored troops to move overnight into the hinterland of Beiming.

Inside the Beiming Kingdom, as Luo Zhan had said, there were constant wars and disasters, and the people could hardly make a living. The people had long been discontented and secretly hoped for the coming of a savior.

The Lin Clan army advanced like a broken bamboo, capturing three cities within ten days.

Not only did the people along the way not resist, but some even set off fireworks and firecrackers to celebrate on a grand scale.

Lin Qingluo personally experienced and guided them, winning over people’s hearts.

For the people, he distributed Spirit Rice seeds. In suitable valleys and basins, he established formations and built a Peach Blossom Land where the climate was like spring all year round.

Conquered Beiming citizens were grateful and praised Lin Clan army. They sincerely supported the Lin Clan army and looked forward to a change of regime.

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The current monarch of Beiming, Xia Jian, occupied the national capital of Ming City and governed it alongside Xia Lei.

Xia Jian, not good at military strategy and self-willed, surrounded himself with treacherous subordinates.

For three years of civil war, Xia Jian suffered heavy losses, having lost several cities to Xia Lei’s forces. Now, his strength was already at its end, and he was unable to turn the tide.

Lin Qingluo analyzed the current situation and decided to attack Ming City first, eliminate Xia Jian, and then finish the final battle with Xia Lei.

Within only ten days, the Lin Clan army captured three cities and reached the national capital, Ming City.

The army set up camp outside the city, facing the city walls of Ming City from a distance.

*
The sun set in the west, and the magnificent sunset glow reflected the edge of the sky.

After half a day of rest, the Lin Clan army sounded the horn of attack.

Feng Yi shot an arrow from a distance of two kilometers from the city gate, and the arrow shot down the defending general from the city wall.

Wearing Divine Boots, Shitou effortlessly climbed over the city wall, and his dagger in hand drew blood with every strike.

Lin Jinyu, Lin Jinxu, and Lin Jinyang, followed closely, swinging the Ice Emperor Spear, sweeping across a thousand soldiers, and defending soldiers fell in batches.

Wang Meng wielded the Lightning Hammer with all his might, smashing the door latch with a single hammer strike and the city gates fell with a loud crash.

“Enter the city!”

Second Uncle Lin, feeling invigorated, led the ten thousand light cavalry and charged into the city gate first.

The heavy-armored soldiers followed, sweeping across the enemy’s troops with imposing vigor.

Seeing the situation was irreversible, Xia Jian took off his crown and offered the Imperial Jade Seal. He knelt in the square in front of the palace, leading all officials to surrender.

*
Outside Ming City, in the commander’s tent.

Lin Qingluo looked at the sand table, lost in thought.

“Damn, Beiming is really cold.”

Shitou lifted the curtain and ran in from outside, rubbing his hands and exhaling a few breaths of warm air.

“It is cold.”

Feng Yi came in after, complaining, “The further north we go, the colder it gets. It’s unbearable at night. Even with two blankets, I can’t sleep because of the cold.”

Wang Meng rubbed his red, frozen ears and had an epiphany, “No wonder the kings of Beiming always tried to conquer other countries. The whole place is like an ice cellar, who can stand it?”

“Further north is the Polar Ice Field.”

Lin Qingluo drew two circles on the sand table with a bamboo flute, seemingly inadvertently, glancing at Lin Yixuan.

“Master, what are you drawing?”

Shitou leaned over, looking at the two circles with a confused expression.

“These two areas.”

Lin Qingluo pointed to the two circles, explaining to his brothers, “The left side is the Wu Clan, and the right side is the conquered and exterminated Xueyu Kingdom.”

Shitou was in disbelief, “Some people actually live in such an extremely cold place.”

“The people of Xueyu Kingdom are naturally warm and not afraid of cold. As for the Wu Clan…”

Lin Qingluo sighed, thinking of Noble Lord’s background, and couldn’t help but get angry at the Wu Clan Patriarch.

“The Wu Clan is a mysterious race with its people possessing different abilities. They have a small population, and most prefer not to interact with the outside world. Only a few have corrupt intentions, collude with the powerful, and persecute their people.”