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

Zhenyuan City, Qiao Residence.

Qiao Ping sat leisurely in the courtyard, with a young man dressed as a servant standing beside him, his expression extremely respectful.

"General Qiao, you summoned me here. What are your orders?"

Qiao Ping crossed his legs, slowly sipped his tea, and said casually, "Go back and tell your young master that the matter he asked me to handle has been settled."

The young man was startled by what he heard.

After his son Wang Qian was humiliated last night, he immediately sent him to deliver silver to Qiao Ping, asking him to take revenge on Lin Feng.

In less than twelve hours, General Qiao had come up with a solution.

He quickly cupped his hands and smiled obsequiously, "General Qiao's methods are brilliant, I admire them! May I ask what your specific plans are? So that I may return and report to you, young master."

Qiao Ping glanced at him, his tone impatient: "General Zhang is about to select men to go out of the city on a mission, a mission with a nine-out-of-ten chance of death. Lin Feng is just a lowly squad leader; as long as we send him out, I have my own ways to make sure he doesn't return."

The young man was overjoyed: "So that's how it is! I'll go back and report right away. The young master said that the remaining silver will be given to me immediately after the matter is settled."

"Alright, enough rambling!" Qiao Ping waved his hand. "I need to change clothes and go to the General's Mansion for a meeting later."

After the servants left, Qiao Ping sneered, "The Wang family is indeed wealthy and powerful. They're willing to spend three thousand taels of silver just to get revenge on a mere squad leader. Tsk tsk!"

He sighed inwardly and shook his head dismissively.

Lin Feng only killed a few more Northern Barbarians and gained some favor from General Zhang, yet he dared to compete with Young Master Wang for a woman; he was simply courting death!

Fifteen minutes later, in the general's mansion council hall.

The garrison commander of Zhenyuan City, Zhang Liao, his deputy commanders Bian Xi and Qiao Ping, military advisor Wu Han, and all the officers of the various chiliarchies were present.

Zhang Liao's expression was grave. He cut to the chase: "Although the Northern Barbarian army has temporarily retreated, they will surely attack the city again tonight."

"I have summoned you here for only one purpose—to dispatch elite soldiers from the army to cut off the supply lines of the northern barbarians!"

The officers present had already heard the news of the Liaodong army's reinforcements and knew that cutting off the supply lines and delaying the enemy was the best strategy for defending Zhenyuan City. They immediately volunteered to fight.

Bian Xi was the first to step forward: "General, this humble general is willing to lead elite troops deep behind enemy lines to cut off the Tartars' supply lines!"

Qiao Ping secretly curled her lip in disapproval.

The Northern Barbarian army was extremely fierce; cutting off their supply lines outside the city was tantamount to suicide.

It's up to Bian Xi to go and die; I'm not that stupid.

Seeing Bian Xi volunteer, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and follow suit: "General, this humble general is also willing to lead the troops into battle!"

In an instant, the lieutenants and commanders stepped forward one after another to volunteer, their fighting spirit soaring.

Just then, a young figure stepped forward and declared loudly, "General, this humble general is willing to go personally!"

All eyes turned to him, and there stood a young man clad in black armor, tall and imposing, with a handsome and valiant appearance and eyes as sharp as a hawk's.

"Lü Zheng?"

Zhang Liao frowned: "You are still too young, how can you shoulder such a heavy responsibility? Step down!"

Lu Zheng, a commander of a thousand men, was only twenty-one years old, making him the youngest among all the officers.

More importantly, he was Zhang Liao's adopted son and the only son of his deceased comrade-in-arms.

After his comrade-in-arms died on the battlefield, Zhang Liao adopted Lü Zheng and carefully taught him martial arts and military strategy, treating him as his own son.

He did have selfish motives and couldn't bear to let his adopted son take such a dangerous risk.

But Lü Zheng held his head high and refused to budge an inch.

"The general once taught us that soldiers should die for their country, regardless of age. As long as one has the will to serve the country, one can go to the battlefield!"

"I, Lü Zheng, am a soldier of the Great Qian Dynasty, and I eat the imperial rations. Now that the country is in trouble, why can't I go?"

Having said that, he knelt on one knee, his tone firm: "Lu Zheng humbly requests the general's permission to leave the city and cut off the enemy's supply lines!"

Bian Xi whispered, urging, "Young General, please get up! The area outside the city is extremely dangerous; it's a matter of life and death..."

"It's precisely because it's a life-or-death situation that I should go!"

Lü Zheng's tone grew increasingly resolute: "If others can sacrifice for their country, why can't I, Lü Zheng?!"

"I am the general's adopted son. Only when I personally lead the troops will they fight bravely against the enemy, even at the cost of their lives for the country!"

He raised his head, his gaze fixed intently on Zhang Liao: "If I, Lü Zheng, die on the battlefield, I only ask that the general bury my sword with my coffin; then I will have no regrets in this life!"

"well……"

Zhang Liao sighed. Lü Zheng had been angry with him for the past few days because he had given the Cheng Ying sword to Lin Feng, and Lü Zheng was resentful from the bottom of his heart.

However, due to the busy war, Lü Zheng never had the opportunity to challenge Lin Feng to a duel, and his resentment grew heavier and heavier. Now he finally found an outlet to vent his anger.

Under the watchful eyes of his generals, Zhang Liao finally waved his hand: "Good! Lü Zheng, commander of the Trapped Camp, will be appointed commander-in-chief to intercept the enemy's supply lines!"

"I will allocate two hundred elite troops from the Vanguard Camp to you, and select another thousand elite soldiers from the army, all to be under your command!"

Lu Zheng, having achieved his goal, loudly accepted the order: "This subordinate obeys!"

Seeing this, Qiao Ping immediately stepped forward and took the initiative to take responsibility: "General, I am willing to assist you in selecting soldiers. This expedition is complicated and time is of the essence, and having more people will make things more efficient."

Zhang Liao didn't think much of it and instructed, "Be sure to carefully select the best. The more brothers we send out, the greater our chances of success and survival."

……

Zhenyuan City, city wall.

Lin Feng sat down against the arrow stack, his fingertips caressing a blood-stained sachet.

The fragrance of osmanthus emanating from the letter in the bag mingled with the stench of blood from the city walls, creating a strange yet reassuring aroma.

"Fengwa, did that courtesan really say she wanted to marry you?" Zhang Ergou crossed his arms and muttered suspiciously. "Why would she take a liking to you? There's something fishy going on here, isn't there?"

Wang Tu stared longingly at the sachet, his face full of envy: "Uncle Er Gou, I don't think there's any problem! Brother Lin is handsome, skilled, and can even play musical pieces. It's normal for the courtesan to be interested in him!"

"You don't know anything!"

Zhang Ergou rolled his eyes at him: "Which courtesan isn't a deep and calculating person? Playing around is fine, but if you really want to marry her, you'd better be careful!"

Lin Feng kept staring at the sachet without saying a word.

Seeing this, Wang Dahu patted him on the shoulder: "Xiaofeng, what do you think? Don't listen to your Uncle Ergou's nonsense. If you really like that girl, your godfather will pull out all the money he has left for his funeral to give you a grand wedding!"

"I……"

Just as Lin Feng was about to speak, a series of hurried footsteps came from the west.

Zhang Lu came running over, panting, clutching a document in his hand: "Brother Lin!"

Lin Feng dusted himself off and stood up, jokingly saying, "Brother Zhang, were you chased by an old sow? Why are you running so fast!"

Zhang Lu gave a wry smile and hurriedly said, "Brother Lin, don't joke around! Quickly have the brothers pack their things. General Zhang has ordered that a thousand men be selected to accompany Commander Lü out of the city on a mission. You and your men have been chosen!"

Lin Feng's heart skipped a beat, a sense of foreboding washing over him: "Leave the city? Why leave the city?"

Zhang Lu quickly explained the plan to cut off the supply lines, and finally instructed, "Hurry up and pack your equipment. Meet at Zhuque Street in half an hour!"

"I still need to notify the others, so I won't delay any longer!"

After saying that, he hurriedly ran away again.

After Zhang Lu left, everyone looked at each other, their expressions solemn.

Zhang Ergou, with a mournful face, exclaimed, "When you're down on your luck, even drinking cold water can cause problems! Cut off our food supply? Isn't that just sending us to our deaths?"

Everyone else was also uneasy, but Lin Feng remained relatively calm. He grabbed Wang Tu and said in a deep voice, "Wang Tu, go to Yichun Courtyard immediately and pass on a message to Miss Yuwei for me."

He paused, then said with utmost solemnity, "Tell her that I will marry her when I return alive!"

As he spoke, he gave Wang Tu another push, repeatedly instructing him, "Remember! You must personally deliver this to Cherry, and have her tell Miss Yuwei that I don't trust that madam!"