bayedsolid Chapter 796 The Red-Clad Dancer "Little Phoenix Fairy" Lin Xue Returns to Her Sister Lin P
Chapter 796 The Red-Clad Dancer "Little Phoenix Fairy" Lin Xue Returns to Her Sister Lin P
Lin Xue composed herself and straightened her dancer outfit. The clothes were torn in many places by the soldiers, and large areas of skin were exposed. However, she had no other clothes to cover herself, so she had no choice but to accept it.
Stepping out of the rebel army's stone prison, Lin Xue looked around. She had already killed all the jailers and guards, and now there was no one alive in the prison. She glanced once more at Zhao Hu lying in a pool of blood, strode away, found a horse, and galloped towards her sister Lin Ping's camp!
The cool moonlight permeated the border town occupied by the rebels. The bustling "debauchery" of the day—the most famous brothel in the city, "Yicui Tower"—had fallen silent, with only a few windows letting out dim, ambiguous lights, accompanied by intermittent music and laughter.
Lin Xue, now using the alias "Xiao Fengxian," gracefully emerged from an upper room. She wore a light green gauze dance dress that accentuated her exquisite figure, her face carrying a perfect blend of allure and a hint of post-drinking intoxication. However, her bright, sparkling eyes concealed a sharp, hawk-like vigilance. She had just extracted crucial intelligence from a drunken centurion of the rebel army—the main rebel force would launch a surprise attack at dawn the next day on the camp of the imperial guards thirty miles outside the city, led by her sister Lin Ping, intending to annihilate this last remaining force loyal to the court.
This centurion was one of the key figures responsible for relaying orders. He thought he was indulging in a life of pleasure and indulgence, but little did he know that the beauty in his arms was actually Lin Ping's top secret agent.
Lin Xue suppressed the turmoil in her heart, maintaining her charming smile. She exchanged a few flirtatious words with the pimp who saw her off before gracefully leaving Yicui Tower. The moment she stepped out of the vermilion gate, the allure vanished, replaced by a cold, resolute expression. She quickly disappeared into the shadows of the street corner, vanishing into the depths of the crisscrossing alleyways in a few leaps.
Her next target was the rebel prison in the northwest corner of the city. According to the centurion's drunken slip of the tongue, the person in charge of the interrogations and purging of spies in this operation was none other than the rebel general Zhao Hu. This man was ruthless and meticulous; if he wasn't eliminated, not only might her sister's plan be exposed, but more comrades would suffer in the future. More importantly, Zhao Hu might possess even more details about the rebels' deployment.
The cell was gloomy and damp, filled with the smell of rust and mildew. Lin Xue moved stealthily like a ghost. Instead of forcing her way in, she used the waist token she had stolen from the guards of Yicui Tower and a deep voice mimicking a man's tone to easily deceive the first sentry. Then, like a black lightning bolt, she darted through the dimly lit corridor.
"Who?" A patrolling jailer was about to speak when Lin Xue's short dagger, like a venomous snake, pierced his throat with pinpoint accuracy, leaving him no time to even scream. Her movements were clean and swift, without the slightest hesitation. After dealing with a few scattered guards, she arrived at the depths of the prison, in a heavily guarded stone chamber.
Inside the stone chamber, the lamplight flickered. A burly, bald man with a face full of scars sat at the table, toying with a gleaming steel knife in his hand. The rack opposite him was empty, but the mottled bloodstains and scattered instruments of torture on the floor testified to the cruelty that had once taken place here. This man was Zhao Hu.
"Commander Zhao, are you still working so late?" Lin Xue pushed open the door, her voice regaining its womanly coolness.
Zhao Hu suddenly looked up and saw Lin Xue. He was stunned for a moment, then a greedy glint flashed in his eyes: "Where did this little wench come from? You've come to the wrong place, haven't you? But... I'm feeling lonely, keep me company!" As he spoke, he was about to get up and pounce on her.
Lin Xue's eyes turned cold. Instead of retreating, she advanced, her short dagger transforming into a streak of light, aiming straight for Zhao Hu's heart. Zhao Hu, a veteran of many battles, reacted swiftly, parrying with his own blade. A crisp "clang" rang out, and sparks flew.
"You're a spy!" Zhao Hu was both shocked and furious. He hadn't expected this seemingly weak woman to be so fierce.
The two instantly became entangled in combat. Zhao Hu possessed immense strength and his swordsmanship was fierce and powerful, but Lin Xue's movements were agile and swift, like a swallow flying through the forest. She didn't engage Zhao Hu in a direct confrontation, but instead used the confined space of the stone chamber to constantly move around, searching for openings. After several rounds, Zhao Hu was already panting, his brute force repeatedly failing against Lin Xue's exquisite movements.
Spotting an opening, Lin Xue suddenly ducked, dodging Zhao Hu's horizontal slash. At the same time, she twisted her wrist, and her short dagger pierced Zhao Hu's ribs from an unbelievable angle.
"Ugh!" Zhao Hu's movements faltered in the excruciating pain. Lin Xue wouldn't let this opportunity slip by; she transformed her left hand into a blade and slashed fiercely at his carotid artery.
Zhao Hu's massive body swayed, his eyes filled with disbelief, before he collapsed to the ground with a thud. Blood gushed from his ribs, quickly staining the ground red.
Outside the stone chamber, several soldiers who heard the commotion rushed in, but Lin Xue, who was prepared, dealt with them one by one. She had already killed all the jailers and guards, and now there was not a single living person left in the prison.
Lin Xue walked to Zhao Hu's body, searched through it, and sure enough, found a more detailed map of the rebel army's deployment and the attack route for tomorrow. She carefully hid the map on her body, glanced at Zhao Hu lying in a pool of blood one last time, her eyes showing no pity, only the calm of someone who had completed their mission.
Without a second thought, she strode out of the stone chamber and swiftly retreated along the same route. Outside the prison, she found a warhorse abandoned by the rebels and leaped onto it.
"drive!"
Lin Xue spurred her horse, and with a neigh, it shot out of the rebel city like an arrow, galloping towards her sister Lin Ping's camp outside the city. In the darkness, her figure was like a messenger of the night, carrying vital intelligence and the hope of victory, racing across the silent wilderness. In the distance, the morning star was faintly visible, heralding the arrival of dawn and foreshadowing the imminent start of a battle that would determine life and death.