King of Hundred Victories Saber-Chapter 420 - 161: Amid the Witchcraft Mist: Shi Feiyang Turns the Tide to Protect the Beauty
He strode steadily beside Qi Meizhen, his eyes filled with unabashed admiration, his lips curved in a gentle smile, and said to Qi Meizhen, "Meizhen, in this bloody battle, you have demonstrated extraordinary wisdom and courage, commanding with poise and orderliness, worthy of being a descendant of an Anti-Japanese War Hero."
Upon hearing Shi Feiyang’s praise, Qi Meizhen’s cheeks suddenly flushed, resembling the radiant evening glow on the horizon, captivating and charming. Her eyes sparkled with joy, similar to flowers blooming in spring, dazzling in their brilliance.
She slightly lowered her head, her hands unconsciously twirling the corner of her clothing, and softly said, "Receiving the Grand Squad Leader’s praise is the greatest honor of Meizhen’s life. It’s thanks to everyone’s unified effort and close cooperation that I could command smoothly and achieve victory."
Listening to Qi Meizhen’s response, Shi Feiyang felt even more gratified, nodding in agreement.
He knew well that this victory belonged to all of them.
It was a victory anthem composed together by the brothers with wisdom and courage.
Shi Feiyang surveyed his surroundings once more, looking at the joyful faces of the Heroic Sakura Association brothers and sisters, his heart filled with pride and dignity.
A hint of tenderness flitted across his eyes as he gently stroked Qi Meizhen’s beautiful hair before turning and leaving.
Qi Meizhen watched Shi Feiyang’s departing back, her eyes full of longing and affection, secretly thinking: I will cherish the Grand Squad Leader’s praise throughout my life, willing to give everything for him.
Under the cover of night, the camp seemed shrouded in a layer of mysterious black gauze, with utter silence all around, only occasionally punctuated by the sound of the wind gently brushing the tents, producing a faint rustling sound, like the whispering of the night.
Qi Meizhen lay in her tent, the darkness around her seemingly enveloping her tightly, forming an invisible restraint. Her eyes fixed on the tent roof, filled with dreamy longing, her thoughts had long drifted afar, towards the person who captivated both her heart and dreams.
In her mind’s eye, Shi Feiyang’s brave and fearless figure kept emerging on the battlefield, as straight as a pine tree, moving freely amid the glint of swords and blades, his determined gaze seeming to penetrate every difficulty, that image deeply imprinted on her heart, unforgettable, like a mark etched into her soul. Although her tent was close to Shi Feiyang’s, at this moment, the distance felt insurmountable, as if separated by thousands of miles, making her feel an unattainable remoteness. She yearned desperately to nestle in Shi Feiyang’s arms at all times, to feel his warm and strong embrace, and to listen to his steady heartbeat.
She sighed softly, the sound lingering amidst the silence of the night, as if it could traverse the tranquility, reaching the ears of the one she missed. Slowly, she raised her hand, caressing her cheek, as if she could still capture the lingering warmth of Shi Feiyang’s gentle gaze when he praised her.
She silently prayed in her heart, like a devout believer, hoping the heavens would grant her more opportunities to be by Shi Feiyang’s side, to fight alongside him, and to face future unknown challenges together, no matter the trials, to never part and to overcome every difficult obstacle together.
The next morning, the clear sky was cloudless, akin to a vast blue gemstone, nearly transparent, with sunlight pouring down unobstructed, dressing the earth in a golden cloak.
The golden sunlight scattered like countless tiny specks of gold dust, falling on the expansive surface of the river, sparkling with mesmerizing brilliance. The Yangtze River was like a dragon prancing endlessly forward, its waves surging mightily, showcasing the magnificence and grandeur of nature.
Gigantic waves rose and fell, crashing into each other, producing a deafening roar, announcing to the world its majestic power, like the battle song of nature, stirring the heart and commanding respect.
Shi Feiyang stood straight on the shore, his stance as tall as an evergreen pine, emanating a natural leader’s charisma. 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚
He gazed steadily around, then slowly reached toward the deerskin pouch at his waist, unnoticed by ordinary people.
With a light touch, suddenly, a massive ship appeared before everyone, like a star birthed from the void, instantly manifesting.
This ship was exquisitely crafted, its lines smooth and elegant, like a giant dragon poised for flight, ready to soar.
The bow was carved with a lifelike Divine Beast, its eyes wide open, imposing and solemn, vigilantly guarding this warship, fending off any invaders.
The sails rose high, grand and magnificent, shimmering with golden light under the sun, bearing the hopes and strength of the people, about to embark on an unknown journey.
Shi Feiyang turned, his gaze sharp, slowly sweeping over the gathered heroes and Heroic Sakura Association disciples, his eyes filled with determination and trust.
Then, waving his large hand forcefully, his voice resonant and firm, he loudly declared, "Set sail!"
The voice rang like a great bell in the surroundings, carrying an irresistible force.
Everyone responded in unison, their voices loud and synchronized, like a surging tide, causing ripples to form on the river’s surface.
Subsequently, everyone boarded the new ship in an orderly manner; oars swirled, and the ship slowly left the shore, navigating the tumultuous river, sailing towards the distance, leaving a long white trail behind, like a flowing ribbon.
