Kill the enemy and get a wife? I'll single-handedly slaughter my way through the Northern Barba

At 2:45 PM that night, the lights were dimly lit inside the General's Mansion in Jiming City.

As soon as a steaming bowl of mutton soup was served, its rich aroma filled the entire room.

Zhang Tie didn't care about etiquette; he picked up the bowl and drank most of it, making satisfied swallowing sounds.

"call--"

He let out a long breath, then grabbed a piece of flatbread and stuffed it into his mouth, choking until his cheeks bulged.

The officers standing to the side, including Shi Chong, Lin Feng, and Feng Qing, all had solemn expressions and showed no interest in eating.

"It has been five days since His Highness the King of Qin achieved a great victory over the Northern Barbarians, but our losses are increasing day by day."

Someone spoke in a low voice, their tone filled with anxiety: "General Lin, is there still no reply from His Highness the Prince of Qin?"

On the day Lin Feng received the letter from the King of Qin, he sent a message by carrier pigeon, earnestly requesting His Highness to send reinforcements to help them defend Jiming City to the death.

Since Zheng Yan led his troops to attack, in just a few days, the number of defenders in the city has been reduced from the original number to more than 5,500.

If this drags on, even with ample supplies, our troop strength will eventually become insufficient.

After all, the pressure of having to defend both the north and south cities simultaneously is immense.

"not yet."

Lin Feng held the soup bowl to his lips, but eventually put it down slowly, a trace of melancholy flashing in his eyes.

Wang Ling's eyes flickered slightly, and he whispered a guess: "Could it be that the carrier pigeon encountered an accident on the way? General, didn't you say before that the Northern Barbarian army had skilled falconers?"

While carrier pigeons are fast, they are not foolproof.

The King of Qin has not responded for a long time, probably because the carrier pigeon has been intercepted and killed.

Lin Feng frowned, his tone grave: "It was my oversight; the falconer in the Northern Barbarian army is extremely skilled."

"What should we do?"

Zhang Tie patted his chest, forced down the choked flatbread, and asked urgently, "General Lin, do you have any spare carrier pigeons?"

Now that Raymond Lam has been promoted to vice general, everyone has long since changed their address for him to "General".

Lin Feng slowly shook his head: "Raising carrier pigeons is complicated. I only brought one with me this time. If it gets intercepted halfway, this will be a real problem."

Shi Chong hesitated for a moment, then looked up at Lin Feng: "How about... we send someone to break through the encirclement and ask the King of Qin for help?"

Lin Feng paused slightly in his chopsticks, and after a moment of contemplation, said, "That is indeed a method. If there is still no news of reinforcements by tomorrow, we will send someone to break through the siege and seek help."

"Snapped!"

Zhang Tiexin was outspoken and immediately slammed his fist on the table.

"General Lin, why don't you eat and drink your fill tonight, then lead your troops to break through the encirclement!"

"Leave the city to us. I, Zhang Tie, will fight to the death to hold out until you return!"

Shi Chong glared at him and scolded, "Stop talking nonsense! How can you possibly break through the siege overnight after a long day's toil?"

"General Lin, if we want to break through the encirclement, we need to rest well during the day."

"You select three to five hundred elite troops, and at night we will try to tie down the northern barbarian forces, while you take the opportunity to break out."

Shi Chong knew in his heart that the number of enemy troops besieging the city would only increase.

Without reinforcements, they won't last more than a few days.

As a deputy general, Lin Feng was highly regarded by the King of Qin and General Zhang Liao.

He is the best person to go and ask for help.

"Alright, I'll consider it and we'll discuss it again tomorrow."

Lin Feng forced a smile and agreed.

At the dinner table, Shi Chong was preoccupied with tomorrow's defenses, his brows furrowed in worry.

Zhang Tie just kept eating.

Only Feng Qing noticed the deep-seated resentment in Lin Feng's eyes.

After the meal, Lin Feng strolled alone to the garden of the General's Mansion, a lingering sorrow etched on his brow.

"well……"

As soon as a soft sigh fell, a clear female voice came from in front of him.

"General Lin has been promoted to deputy general, yet instead of being happy, he sighs and laments. Could it be that something is on his mind?"

Feng Qing changed into a pink and white high-waisted ruqun (a type of traditional Chinese dress), shedding her usual capable and dashing demeanor and gaining a touch of feminine gentleness, while losing some of the fierce and heroic spirit she once possessed on the battlefield.

"It's nothing." Lin Feng forced a smile, his words not reflecting his true feelings. "Miss Feng is quite different tonight than usual."

"Is it pretty?"

Feng Qing lifted her skirt and twirled gently in front of him.

Her skirt fluttered, her embroidered ribbons swayed, and a faint fragrance lingered in the air.

"Beautiful, even more beautiful than all the flowers in the garden," Lin Feng praised sincerely.

Feng Qing took two steps forward, leaned slightly forward, and stared intently at Lin Feng.

"Who would look so gloomy when praising a girl?"

"You were distracted during the meal today and didn't even finish a single piece of flatbread."

"Speak! What's on your mind? If you don't tell me, I won't let you leave!"

As she spoke, she opened her arms, blocking Lin Feng's path.

Looking at Feng Qing's clear yet stubborn eyes, Lin Feng sighed again: "I have so many thoughts on my mind, I don't know where to begin."

"Miss Feng, tell me, what are these righteous soldiers all over the city, and those common people who helped us? What are they?"

Without a second thought, Feng Qing put her hands on her hips and declared loudly, "Is there any need to ask? Of course, it's the fine sons and daughters of the Han people who fought against the northern barbarians! If they are recorded in history books one day, future generations will surely call them 'heroes'!"

"hero……"

Lin Feng repeated in a low voice, feeling as if those two words had pierced his heart, and slowly narrowed his eyes.

"Let me ask you again, if all these 'heroes' in the city were abandoned here, isolated and helpless, would they still be considered heroes?"

His absent-mindedness just now was not due to concern about the ferocity of the northern barbarians or the difficulty for his soldiers to withstand them.

Rather, they fear a situation even more terrifying than the interception of carrier pigeons.

They may have already been forgotten...

Feng Qing's smile froze instantly, her cherry lips pursed slightly, and her eyes were filled with disbelief.

"You mean, the King of Qin and General Zhang won't send troops to aid Jiming City?"

"But His Highness the King of Qin clearly sent you a letter instructing us to hold out until he destroys the enemy!"

A shadow fell over Lin Feng's face, and he said in a deep voice, "His Highness the Prince of Qin only ordered us to hold our ground, but did not mention a word about reinforcements."

"As for General Zhang, he has always valued loyalty and would never abandon the Zhenyuan Army and the righteous army."

"But he is suffering from a rare poison, and he is probably already too weak to handle matters in the army."

The light in Feng Qing's eyes completely faded. She grabbed Lin Feng's hand urgently, her voice losing its composure: "Lin Feng, let's break through! While we still have the strength, let's get out of Jiming City!"

"How do we break through?" Lin Feng asked bitterly.

"Zheng Yan is a veteran general in the army. I have been secretly observing for the past two nights, and even at night, his ambush troops are everywhere outside the city."

"A large-scale breakout will surely not escape his notice. If it fails, the northern barbarians will take the opportunity to flank us from behind, and we will have no way to escape."

Feng Qing took two deep breaths, her emotions gradually calming down: "You're right, so you plan to personally go out of the city to seek reinforcements?"

Lin Feng nodded slightly, a glimmer of hope flashing in his eyes: "With our current troop strength, as long as His Highness the Prince of Qin is willing to allocate eight thousand soldiers to me... no, even ten thousand would be fine!"

"Only in this way can I turn the tide, whether it's defending Jiming City to the death or leading the rebel army to break through the siege, it will all be within my grasp!"

Feng Qing gently patted the back of his hand and softly comforted him, "Don't worry, you have rendered great service to His Highness Prince Qin, he will definitely agree."

"I don't believe that His Highness the King of Qin would abandon the righteous army and be condemned for all eternity."

As she spoke, she playfully beckoned to Lin Feng with her finger and said, "Lower your head a little."

Feng Qing is not petite among women, but standing next to Lin Feng, she still appears small and delicate.

Lin Feng raised an eyebrow, his tone tinged with a hint of mockery: "What? You still can't forget that kiss on the city wall that day, young lady?"

Since that intimate day, the two have never crossed any lines.

Furthermore, Feng Qing never mentioned this matter.

Lin Feng's words immediately exposed her, and her cheeks flushed red.

"Don't mention that day again!"

Feng Qing glared at him and said coquettishly, "You lecherous scoundrel, your mind is full of nonsense! I was just worried you'd get sick from frowning so much!"

As she spoke, she reached out her slender hand and gently stroked his brow.

"My mother said that if young people always frown, their brows will be full of wrinkles when they get old, and they won't look good."

"You tend to overthink things and are always worried. You should try to relax a bit in the future."

As soon as she finished speaking, she gently patted his forehead and smiled, "See, doesn't it look much better now? Let's go!"

"Where to?"

As Lin Feng was pulled forward by her, the gloom in his heart dissipated somewhat.

"Go sneak some food from the kitchen. You only ate so little for dinner, you must be hungry," Feng Qing said with a smile.

The two walked side by side through the flowers, the moonlight shining on their clothes, creating a soft, gentle glow.

Lin Feng's frustration gradually dissipated, but he silently prayed in his heart.

I pray that the soldiers and civilians of this city will be regarded as true heroes, rather than as pawns that can be discarded at will.