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The general guarding the city was a man in his early thirties, wearing a suit of iron armor. He stood behind the crenellations, his hand on the hilt of his sword, looking down at Han Yufeng.

When the people in these counties saw that the general leading the army was a woman, they immediately ordered their archers to be on guard.

Running began on the city wall, and dozens of archers emerged from the hidden troop caves, crouched behind the crenellations, drew their bows, and aimed their arrows at Han Yufeng.

The general defending the city did not seem to intend to surrender.

He stood behind the battlements, glanced down at Han Yufeng, pursed his lips, and then spat to the side.

"A woman dares to lead troops to attack the city?" The commander's voice came from the city wall, tinged with disdain. "Is there no one else in Yingzhou City?"

A few soldiers on the city wall laughed along, but their laughter was sparse and lacked conviction.

Han Yufeng sat on her horse, her face expressionless.

She looked up at the general guarding the city wall, her gaze calm, as if she were looking at a dead man.

The guard felt a little uncomfortable under her gaze, his smile faded, and he tightened his grip on the hilt of his sword.

He turned to the archers beside him and shouted, "Ready—"

Dozens of bows were drawn taut at the same time, the sound of the bowstrings tightening echoing across the city wall.

Wu Feng stood by with his arms crossed, watching.

Han Yufeng remained seated on her horse, while Zhao Yu'e and Sun Yujiao stood behind her, their hands on their weapons, ready to strike at any moment.

The two sides stood in a stalemate for a few moments.

Han Yufeng snorted coldly as she saw that the other side was on guard.

She raised her hand and waved.

Han Yufeng waved her hand and led her people away, retreating to a distant location to set up camp and rest.

Zhao Yu'e and Sun Yujiao followed behind, and the three of them rode their horses slowly back. The pace was neither fast nor slow, and it didn't look like a retreat at all, but rather like a stroll.

The troops behind them also began to move. The infantry turned around, the cavalry turned around, and the supply wagons turned corners. Although the movements were not fast, they were orderly and without chaos.

Wu Feng nodded as he watched Han Yufeng lead her people back.

It's alright, they didn't launch a rash attack.

The city gates were closed, and there were archers on the city walls. Although the garrison commander was stubborn, he did not open the city gates to fight.

If Han Yufeng launches a strong attack at this time, although she may be able to capture the city, the casualties will be significant.

Her decision to retreat to a distant location and wait for an opportunity was sound.

Let's see how they handle this next.

Wu Feng glanced at the city and then sat on a tree branch, drinking water and gazing at the city in front of him.

Han Yufeng led her team to retreat to an open area three miles from the county town. The area was next to a small river and had a wide, open terrain, making it suitable for setting up camp.

The soldiers began setting up tents, digging stoves, and feeding the horses, busy but not chaotic.

Han Yufeng rode her horse around the camp, making sure everything was alright, before dismounting and tossing the reins to a soldier beside her.

The armor made a slight metallic clanging sound as it moved. After she stopped, she reached out and adjusted the breastplate, then looked towards the county town for a while.

Zhao Yu'e walked over from the side, holding a water bag in her hand and handed it over.

Han Yufeng took the drink, drank a couple of sips, then handed it back to Zhao Yu'e, whispering a few words to her. Zhao Yu'e nodded, turned, and left.

Wu Feng sat on the tree branch, put the water bottle into his backpack, and continued watching.

Seeing that Han Yufeng and the others had retreated, the garrison commander made a move.

The city gate opened a crack, and several people ran out. They were dressed in civilian clothes, riding small horses, and headed north. They were probably going to deliver a message.

Wu Feng glanced around and then found a spacious branch to sit on.

The branches are as thick as a thigh, the canopy blocks the sun, and the wind brings a touch of coolness.

He took the Divine Wood King Cauldron out of his backpack and held it in his palm.

With a slight thought, the true energy of the Vermilion Toad in his dantian surged and flowed slowly along his meridians.

The poisonous power within the Divine Wood King Cauldron was drawn out and gradually merged into the true energy.

After circulating his true energy for one cycle, the poison was further refined.

Zhuha Gong proficiency increased by 396.

Wu Feng was immersed in cultivation, his breathing steady and long.

He couldn't be bothered with what was happening in the county town. Since Han Yufeng had chosen to stay there, she must have her reasons.

If she can't even take over a small county, then she doesn't deserve to be the commander.

Wu Feng continued to circulate his true energy, one cycle after another.

The proficiency level number is gradually increasing.

Time flies, and night falls, dark and windy.

The moon was mostly obscured by clouds, leaving only blurry shadows on the ground.

A cool breeze blew across the city wall, causing the flags to flutter in the wind.

Han Yufeng and her group rested for an afternoon.

The campfire was burning brightly in the camp, and the soldiers were eating around it. Some were gnawing on dry rations, some were drinking hot water, and some were wiping their knives.

After eating and drinking their fill, everyone was in good spirits and showed no signs of fatigue from marching all night.

Han Yufeng sat at the entrance of the tent, with a low table in front of her and a map of the county town spread out on it.

Zhao Yu'e and Sun Yujiao stood beside her, the three of them whispering something.

On the other hand, the atmosphere in the county town across the street was completely different.

A row of torches was planted on the city wall, illuminating it brightly.

The soldiers guarding the city walked back and forth, some carrying arrows behind the crenellations, some checking the bolts of the city gate, and some carrying logs up the city wall.

The pressure of the disparity in troop strength made the entire county feel very anxious.

Five thousand soldiers were positioned three miles away. Although they did not move, the oppressive feeling weighed on everyone's hearts, making it hard to breathe.

The soldiers guarding the city didn't look too good. Some had dry lips, some had trembling hands, and some would glance out of the city every now and then before quickly looking back.

Even the garrison commander seemed very anxious.

He stood in the middle of the city wall, his hand on the hilt of his sword, pacing back and forth. Every few steps he would stop and glance outside the city, then continue walking.

His brows furrowed, his face twitched, and he mumbled something, which the guards beside him couldn't hear.

Although others haven't made any moves, five thousand soldiers are still a lot of pressure for a county with less than a thousand soldiers.

All sorts of defensive equipment were transferred over.

Logs, boulders, hot oil, bows and arrows—everything that could be carried up was carried up.

Five or six wooden supports were placed behind the city gate, two additional bolts were added, and a lot of sandbags were piled up.

The group of people dared not relax for a moment.

They stood guard on the city wall, tense and on edge. Some soldiers were drooping their eyelids but dared not close their eyes, pinching their thighs to keep themselves awake.

Some leaned against the battlements, their eyes fixed on the dark night outside the city, their fingers on the bowstring, ready to draw their bows at any moment.

Wait until nightfall, when it is dark and windy.

The city wall fell silent. The torches that had been burning for most of the night had gone out, and the rest were almost completely burned, their flames dimming considerably.

Most of the soldiers guarding the city were dozing off against the battlements, their heads nodding off.

The number of patrol teams has also decreased, from once every half hour to once every hour and a half hour.

Han Yufeng led dozens of her personal guards out of the camp.

They were all dressed in black, their faces smeared with soot, short knives at their waists, and claws on their backs.

Dozens of people crouched down, stepping on the grass, without making a sound.

Han Yufeng walked in front, with Zhao Yu'e and Sun Yujiao following behind her.

All three had changed into night clothes, tied their hair up, and smeared their faces with black ash, making it impossible to tell who they were unless you got close.

Afterwards, Zhao Yu'e and Sun Yujiao gathered the soldiers together.

Five thousand soldiers stood in formation outside the camp, no one spoke, no one lit torches, a dark mass of them squatting on the ground.

The weapons were wrapped in cloth to prevent them from making noise when they collided.

Those in the front row held shields, those in the back row held spears, and behind them were archers.

Hearing the noise, Wu Feng opened his eyes and glanced in the direction of the military camp.