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

Two thousand men walked out of the city in broad daylight, right before the eyes of the night watchmen.

Only after the last soldier stepped out of the city gate did King Li Ji of Zhou finally breathe a sigh of relief, and all his exhaustion instantly washed over him.

Li Ji lowered his long sword, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and said in a deep voice, "General Bi, please forgive me!"

Bi Fang sighed softly, his tone complex: "Why does Your Highness do this?"

King Zhou's actions tonight will inevitably draw a reprimand from King Qin.

If the news reaches the capital, even His Majesty will punish him.

Li Ji watched Lin Feng and the others walk away, his eyes filled with admiration and respect.

"I am just a lazy prince, neither good at literature nor martial arts. Being scolded by my father and elder brother is just a daily occurrence for me."

"Being able to do my part for these soldiers who are truly willing to risk their lives for the country is worthwhile."

"Alright, General Bi, continue your night watch. I will personally go to apologize to my elder brother."

Li Ji led his guards and Liu Ruyan away, but Bi Fang's mind remained unsettled for a long time.

He ordered the city gates to be closed again, and gazing at the night outside the city, he murmured to himself, "Lin Feng, Lin Feng, you must not let His Highness down. You must bring the righteous army back safely..."

Although Bi Fang was a general under King Qin Li Yan, he could not stand by and watch the northern barbarians harm the people of Jiming City.

He was deeply moved by the resistance of the rebel army.

King Zhou was not skilled in martial arts, so it would have been easy for him to take away the weapon.

But Bi Fang was unwilling from the bottom of his heart to have the rebel army annihilated.

The soldiers guarding the city gates tonight probably share the same thoughts.

The human heart has its own scale.

When justice prevails, someone will step forward to help Raymond Lam do what is right and in accordance with the will of Heaven…

Chicken Cry City, on the south city wall.

Zhang Tie swung his bright silver plum blossom hammer and smashed it hard on the heads of the northern barbarian soldiers who had just climbed onto the city wall.

With a muffled thud, the Northern Barbarian soldier's brains splattered, and he screamed as he fell off the city wall.

"Come on! Come on, you Tartars! I'll kill as many as you want!"

Zhang Tie's eyes were bloodshot with rage, and with each swing of his hammers, he was like the Grim Reaper wielding his scythe, relentlessly reaping the lives of the Northern Barbarian soldiers.

"kill!"

A loud shout suddenly came from behind.

A northern barbarian centurion, wielding a giant shield, charged fiercely at Zhang Tie, relying on his brute strength.

With a muffled thud, Zhang Tie was knocked back several steps and nearly fell over.

Seeing Zhang Tie lose his footing, the surrounding Northern Barbarian soldiers swarmed forward like sharks smelling blood.

Long spears and steel swords came flying at them all at once.

Zhang Tie gritted his teeth and strained his waist and abdomen to get up.

But the centurion, bracing himself against his gleaming silver hammer, pinned him to the ground.

"Bang!"

The gleaming silver hammer slammed into the giant shield. The centurion's arms ached with pain and numbness, yet he still mustered all his strength to press his full weight onto Zhang Tie, roaring, "Kill him! Now!"

Three northern barbarian soldiers brandished their swords and spears, and just as Zhang Tie was about to die on the spot, a peach blossom spear suddenly pierced through the air and precisely pierced the centurion's head!

"open!"

With a sharp shout, Feng Qing flipped her wrist to retrieve her gun and pulled the centurion's corpse away from Zhang Tie.

With the weight on his body suddenly reduced, Zhang Tie was finally able to move.

He jerked his head to the side, dodging the long blade that was slashing down.

With a crisp "clang," the long sword struck the city wall tiles, the sharp, piercing sound nearly deafening him.

He dodged one blade, but not another; a spear suddenly pierced his shoulder.

"what!"

Zhang Tie gritted his teeth and gripped the gun barrel tightly, not letting the tip of the gun penetrate any further.

The excruciating pain spread from his shoulder throughout his body, burning his nerves.

Just as he was struggling with the Northern Barbarian soldiers, Feng Qing's offensive had already begun.

The Peach Blossom Spear danced, creating a series of spear shadows. The thrusting, stabbing, and striking were fluid and swift, and four northern barbarian soldiers fell to the ground in an instant.

"Pfft!"

The last Northern Barbarian soldier was pierced through the chest by the Peach Blossom Spear, his body went limp, and he collapsed to the ground.

Feng Qing flicked the blood off the gun barrel, walked up to Zhang Tie, and held out her hand, asking, "Can you still hold on?"

Zhang Tie grinned and grabbed her hand, slowly sitting up.

"It's nothing, just a minor injury, it won't kill you!"

Feng Qing wore a silver-feathered half-armor, with silver-white, crimson and light gold interwoven.

It possesses both the dashing spirit of women from the previous dynasty in their Hu clothing and the close-fitting, neatness of the Great Qian soft armor, subtly revealing a touch of refined elegance.

But at this moment, the half-armor was already splattered with tiny specks of blood.

She rolled her eyes at Zhang Tie, her tone reproachful: "You've been fighting for half a day. Brother Shi told you to rest, but you wouldn't listen and insisted on pushing yourself. Now you know what pain is?"

Zhang Tie chuckled憨厚ly, "I was just worried you wouldn't be able to handle it alone. The Northern Barbarians are attacking day and night like madmen. What would happen if something happened to you?"

"Clang!"

Feng Qing slammed her peach blossom spear on the ground and said coquettishly, "Why should I, this young lady, need your concern? Don't look down on me! Hey?"

She suddenly stopped and listened intently.

"Zhang Tie, listen! Isn't that the gong sounding outside the city?"

The northern barbarians had been attacking fiercely for three days and three nights, and Feng Qing had almost forgotten the sound of the retreat signal.

Ignoring the excruciating pain in his shoulder, Zhang Tie struggled to his feet, listened intently for a moment, and then suddenly burst into laughter.

"It rang out! It really rang out! The northern barbarians have retreated!"

With the distant sound of the retreating gong, the bloody battle that had lasted for three days and nights finally came to an end.

The defenders of Jiming City were finally able to catch their breath.

Clean up the battlefield, treat the wounded, and prepare munitions for the city's defense...

Everything is proceeding smoothly and in an orderly manner.

By the time the battlefield was cleared up and the generals returned to the general's mansion, it was already past midnight.

General Shi Chong, Deputy General Feng Qing, Deputy General Zhang Tie, and others from the rebel army gathered in the council hall, the atmosphere heavy.

Shi Chong clutched the war damage statistics document, his face filled with sorrow.

"The city's garrison now numbers 3,166 men."

"At this rate of consumption, we can only last four or five days at most."

"It seems we have no choice but to draw able-bodied men from the city's inhabitants."

Upon hearing this, Feng Qing frowned slightly: "Brother, there are not many able-bodied men in the city. They have never been on the battlefield and have no combat experience. Pushing them up there is no different from sending them to their deaths."

"We just need to hold the city and hold out until reinforcements from Zhenyuan City arrive..."

Before she could finish speaking, Zhang Tie interrupted her: "Qing'er, do you even believe that yourself? Lin Feng has been gone for almost six days. If he wanted to come back, he would have done so long ago. Why would he wait until now?"

"In my opinion, he never intended to come back when he left. The people of Jiming City were simply abandoned like expendable pawns!"

"Shut up!"

Shi Chong shouted to stop him, and glared fiercely at Zhang Tie.

"Brother Lin is a man of his word. Since he said he would come back, he will never go back on his promise!"

"Something must have happened on the way, delaying the journey."

Although Shi Chong trusted Lin Feng's character, he couldn't help but wonder: would reinforcements really come?

Although Lin Feng is trustworthy, Zhenyuan City is not a place he can control.

The title of deputy general may sound impressive, but in Zhenyuan City it's just a high-ranking military officer.

Of course, he dared not say this outright.

If he loses his confidence, how can he defend this city?

Feng Qing's feelings were also extremely complicated. Lin Feng had promised her that he would definitely bring back reinforcements.

But the day-to-day waiting had long since eroded her confidence.

She could only repeatedly remind herself that Raymond Lam would never break his promise.

"Brother is right. The Northern Barbarians have a strong army and must have set up checkpoints along the way to block reinforcements."

Feng Qing looked at Shi Chong, her tone grave: "Brother, we must plan ahead. If reinforcements are delayed, we may have to take the other route."

Shi Chong frowned deeply, remained silent for a long time, and then said in a deep voice, "You mean... break through the encirclement?"

Feng Qing nodded slowly: "Zheng Yan is to the south, and the Northern Barbarian Army is to the north. We can choose the direction where the enemy's forces are weakest to break through and preserve the flame of the righteous army."

"The Zhenyuan Army brothers who remain in the city may also come along if they wish."

"How many can break through depends entirely on fate."

Breakthrough... those two words carry immense weight.

Once they break through, without the protection of the city walls, they will surely suffer heavy casualties.

But if they abandon the city and flee, what will happen to the people in the city who support them?

Zheng Yan was previously defeated at Jiming City. If he were to capture the city again, the people there would likely suffer once more.

"Let me think about it some more..."

Shi Chong rubbed his throbbing temples, undecided.

The choice between holding firm and breaking through is ultimately difficult.