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

Three days later, at night, in Jiying Lane, Zhenyuan City.

"Thump! Thump! Thump!"

The tranquility of the courtyard was broken by urgent knocking.

Suppressing her anxiety, Du Banruo walked quietly to the door and tentatively asked, "Who is it?"

"Prajna, it's me!"

Lin Feng's voice came through, gentle and familiar.

"Brother Lin?!"

Du Banruo's eyes lit up instantly, and she quickly opened the door latch.

Outside the door, Lin Feng, dressed in a blue robe and carrying a small wooden box, stood in the night.

"Brother Lin, what brings you here so late?"

Lin Feng smiled slightly: "I have to guard the city during the day, so I really can't spare the time. Here, I brought you some things."

As he spoke, he handed over the wooden box.

The box contained cakes, pork, and honey, which was in extremely high demand at the moment.

Du Banruo looked him up and down, her brows furrowed with concern: "Brother Lin, you seem to have lost weight. Is it because guarding the city is too strenuous?"

Lin Feng raised his hand and gently rubbed her head, his voice soft: "Silly girl, what war isn't tough? Come on, let's go inside and talk."

The two entered the room and saw a rough wooden figure on the table.

The wooden figure is intricately decorated with a complete diagram of human meridians and acupoints, with silver needles inserted into several key acupoints.

"Prajna, what are you doing?"

Lin Feng leaned closer to take a closer look, a hint of curiosity in his eyes.

Du Banruo placed the wooden box on the table, turned around and busied herself pouring tea for Lin Feng, explaining, "In the place I often go to for house calls, there is an old lady who has contracted a strange disease. She is weak in her limbs, often faints, and has purple spots on her body."

"I searched through all the medical books I had, but I still couldn't find the cause of the illness. So I thought I'd study the meridian chart and try to treat the old lady with acupuncture."

"A strange disease?"

Lin Feng frowned slightly, his tone tinged with concern: "Is that disease contagious? Are you alright?"

Du Banruo gently shook her head, a faint smile appearing on her lips.

"I'm fine. Although the old lady's illness is strange, everyone around her is safe and sound."

"I guess she probably ate something and got poisoned."

Lin Feng breathed a sigh of relief and reached out to open the wooden box he carried with him.

"You're so young, yet you dare to treat patients; you're quite capable!"

He took out some cakes and pastries, picked out a piece of osmanthus cake, and handed it to Du Banruo: "Try it!"

Du Banruo leaned closer to smell the sweet aroma of the osmanthus cake, a look of joy appearing in her eyes, and took a small bite.

"Brother Lin, the families I visited were all poor; they simply couldn't afford to hire a renowned doctor."

"Although I am young, the consultation fees I charge are already meager, so I will also charge them a lower price for the medicines."

Lin Feng responded and reached out to move the wooden figure used for acupuncture practice to a corner.

"In short, please be careful when you go out to make house calls, and contact me immediately if anything happens."

"By the way, has that Hou San been giving you any trouble lately?"

He was always worried about Du Banruo, fearing that she would be harassed by that group again.

Du Banruo shook her head vigorously, her tone light and cheerful: "No! Hou San hasn't shown up since you taught him a lesson that day."

"Brother Lin, are you getting married?"

Her large, clear black and white eyes stared unblinkingly at Lin Feng, full of curiosity.

Lin Feng was slightly taken aback, then took out an invitation from his pocket.

"You're quite well-informed; I've come today to deliver an invitation to you."

The bright red invitation card features a striking "囍" (double happiness) character, exuding an overflowing festive atmosphere.

Du Banruo took the invitation, her fingertips lightly tracing the paper, and asked softly, "I overheard people talking when I was on my house call. They said that Brother Lin, you're marrying two courtesans. Is that true?"

Lin Feng's expression was frank and his tone sincere: "Prajna, Yuwei and Wan'er may have come from the Yichun Courtyard, but they are both kind-hearted women."

"Once they marry into the family, they will treat you the way I did."

Du Banruo's eyes dimmed slightly. After a moment of silence, she looked up at Lin Feng and asked, "Brother Lin, after you marry Sister Yuwei and Sister Wan'er, will you marry someone else?"

Lin Feng was both amused and exasperated by her question: "Why are you asking this, little girl? Maybe you'll meet someone you click with in the future!"

He had never really thought about it in detail.

With constant battles raging in Zhenyuan City, having Yuwei and Wan'er by her side is enough for now.

Where would he find the time or energy to get involved with other women?

Du Banruo secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and the light in her eyes returned to its former brightness.

"Brother Lin, I'll definitely be at your wedding, and I'll even bring you a gift!"

[Du Banruo's favorability +3]

Lin Feng stayed at the Du family's house for about half an hour. After saying goodbye to Du Banruo, he returned to the military camp.

Time flies by, and before we know it, it's the eve of the last day of August.

A cool night breeze blows through the city walls of Zhenyuan.

The garrison commander Zhang Liao and the Liaodong military advisor Su Mo were inspecting the city's defenses side by side.

"In three to five days, His Highness the Prince of Qin's army will arrive at Zhenyuan City."

"With His Highness Prince Qin's reinforcements in place, Zhenyuan City is safe."

Looking at the mottled city walls and the squads of soldiers patrolling the city walls at night, Zhang Liao sighed deeply, "The two of us can finally breathe a sigh of relief."

Upon hearing this, Su Mo poured cold water on his enthusiasm: "Brother Zhang, I don't think so."

Zhang Liao paused, turning to look at Su Mo in surprise: "Brother Su, what do you mean by that?"

Su Mo spoke slowly in a low voice, "His Highness Prince Qin is the bravest in the army, enjoys extremely high prestige, and is known for his fierce fighting skills."

"He went to great lengths to personally visit Zhenyuan City; Brother Zhang, did you think he came to provide reinforcements?"

"In reality, he came here to earn merit in battle!"

The implication was crystal clear: King Qin, Li Yan, would never defend the city and would most likely adopt an aggressive field battle strategy.

Zhang Liao frowned instantly and said in a deep voice, "The Northern Barbarian army has been attacking fiercely for days. Of the original 100,000 troops, more than 20% have now been lost."

"Even so, the Northern Barbarian army still numbers 70,000, which is not something our army can easily contend with."

In recent days, Zhang Liao has conscripted young men from the city several times to replenish the troops, but the garrison can only barely maintain around 10,000 men.

Although Qin King Li Yan had 30,000 troops under his command, only 10,000 were elite troops from the capital.

The remaining 20,000 were young men temporarily recruited from the Gyeonggi region.

Even if the two armies joined forces, they would only have 40,000 troops. How could they possibly stand up to the Northern Barbarian cavalry head-on?

Are we to send all the Liaodong troops out of the city to fight in the field?

Although the Liaodong Army was strong, its duty was to guard the entire Liaodong region and resist the Liao Dynasty.

The struggle for the throne among the princes in the Liao Dynasty is now coming to an end, and the winner will be decided in a month or two.

If the Liao Dynasty were to launch an attack, the 50,000 Liaodong troops would have to immediately return to Liaodong to defend against the enemy, and would not be able to stay in Zhenyuan City for long.

Su Mo understood this principle well, which is why he specifically reminded him: "You and I both know that with Zhenyuan City's current strength, it is more than capable of defense, but far from sufficient for offense."

"His Highness the King of Qin is determined to achieve merit on this battlefield. Brother Zhang, you must find a way to persuade him to stay."

Zhang Liao pondered for a long while, then nodded heavily: "Very well! I will do my utmost to persuade His Highness the King of Qin not to rashly send troops!"