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

"You...you're not mistaken?"

King Zhou Li Ji looked on with suspicion, unable to connect Lin Feng with poetry and prose.

"Your Highness, you underestimate me too much. What makes my Chang Le Fang stand out among all the music halls in the capital?"

Liu Ruyan stood with her hands on her slender waist, her delicate and flawless face raised, her tone full of arrogance.

"It's all thanks to my discerning eye, Liu Ruyan, that I've always chosen poems and melodies that are truly unique."

"Which other music troupes' poems and melodies can compare to the elegance and refinement of the ones I've chosen?"

"That's why my Chang Le Fang has become so popular throughout the capital!"

"Every single one of the talents I've chosen is capable of handling things independently!"

King Li Ji of Zhou extended his index finger and gently tapped her forehead twice.

The force wasn't great, but it caused Liu Ruyan to lean back repeatedly.

"You're not plotting to buy someone's poems again, or even to take them to the capital, are you?"

"I'm telling you, that's wishful thinking!"

"General Zhang values ​​Commander Lin highly. He has already reached the position of commander at a young age, and his future is limitless. He will definitely not go with you."

Liu Ruyan quickly grabbed Li Ji's arm and pleaded softly, "I can't persuade him, but Your Highness is different! Your Highness, please help me. Let's go find Lin Feng first thing tomorrow morning, okay?"

King Li Ji of Zhou rolled his eyes at her, feeling both annoyed and amused.

"When I entered the city, I saw many people suffering from poverty and looking pale and sickly. How could I sit idly by and do nothing?"

"I have already sent a message to the south to request more grain."

"Tomorrow, the King will set up sheds and distribute porridge to the people. Will you go?"

Liu Ruyan gets a headache as soon as she hears the words "distributing porridge".

She and Li Ji grew up together, and what she saw most often was him distributing porridge everywhere.

We must provide relief during snowstorms, droughts, locust plagues, and even during festivals.

"I'm not going!"

She covered her mouth and slipped away like the wind, leaving only a distant shout: "I feel nauseous just hearing the word 'porridge' now, Your Highness, I'm leaving now!"

"Hey! You silly girl..."

Li Ji watched her brisk departure and shook his head helplessly.

However, he did not force himself and quickly calmed down, continuing to plan the trivial matters of distributing porridge the next day.

His concern for the people of Zhenyuan City was never feigned; he genuinely wanted to help these poor families.

Late at night, in the northern suburbs of Zhenyuan City, the Northern Barbarian Army camp was brightly lit.

Bayan Mengke, the commander of the Northern Barbarian Army, sat imposingly in the main seat of the command tent, his brows furrowed in worry.

Today, the Qin King of the Great Qian Dynasty personally led an army of 30,000 to Zhenyuan City. Such a large commotion naturally could not be kept from the scouts of the Northern Barbarians.

The city of Zhenyuan was already garrisoned by Liaodong Army and Zhenyuan Army.

Now, with the addition of 30,000 fresh troops under the command of the King of Qin, the goal of conquering Zhenyuan City is becoming increasingly distant.

Bayan Mengke had been frowning over this matter for several hours.

"General!"

Bayan Mengke's strategist, Sa Li, walked quietly into the command tent and reported in a low voice: "I have found out the details of the 30,000 troops under the King of Qin."

"Oh? Tell me more!"

Boyan Mengke looked up at Sa Li, his tone tinged with urgency.

"Prince Li Yan of Qin personally commanded an army of 30,000, of which 10,000 were elite troops from the capital's main camp, and the other 20,000 were newly recruited soldiers from the capital region."

Sa Li's words deepened the worry on Boyan Mengke's face.

"Ten thousand elite troops from the capital..."

He sighed softly, his tone full of helplessness: "The Great Qian Dynasty has a vast territory and a large population, occupying the fertile lands of the Central Plains and the Jiangnan region. Its foundation is simply too solid."

"Even though our Northern Barbarians have successively annexed two of their states and killed more than 100,000 elite troops, they are still able to mobilize so many elite soldiers to block our way."

Seeing this, Sa Li chuckled and said, "General, what's wrong with you today? From Shuozhou to Youzhou, you've always been full of confidence and high spirits. Why are you so dejected today? It's as if you've become a different person."

Bayan Mengke rubbed his throbbing forehead and said in a deep voice, "Winter is approaching, and the soldiers are already exhausted. Our army is blocked here by Zhenyuan City and has been unable to advance an inch. There are already dissenting voices in the court."

"Those people actually advocate for peace talks with the Great Qian!"

"Hmph! A bunch of short-sighted fools!"

With the war at this point, both the Great Qian and the Northern Barbarians were at their last gasp.

Although the Northern Barbarians occupied more than two provinces, their national strength was ultimately inferior to that of the Great Qian.

If one can advance southwards with unstoppable momentum, everything will naturally go smoothly.

However, once obstructed, voices of doubt and calls for peace from the court will emerge one after another.

Sa Li nodded, finally understanding why Boyan Mengke was so anxious today, lacking his usual composure and confidence.

His eyes darted around, then suddenly lit up: "General, I have a way that might help you out of this predicament."

A glimmer of hope finally appeared on Bayan Mengke's somber face: "What method? Tell me quickly!"

With the capture of Zhenyuan City imminent, they could strike at the heart of the enemy and achieve the greatest feat since the founding of the Northern Barbarian Kingdom.

This glory, so close yet so unattainable, filled Bayan Mengke with urgency.

Sa Li hesitated for a moment before cautiously saying, "General, perhaps... you could consult the Imperial Advisor? The Imperial Advisor's secret guards were of great help to us in conquering Fengzhou and Shuozhou..."

"shut up!"

Bayan Mengke's face instantly darkened, and he sternly rebuked Sa Li: "You want me to bow down to that witch?!"

Seeing his anger, Sa Li quickly knelt down and begged for forgiveness: "General, please calm down! I misspoke and had no intention of making you bow to the Grand Preceptor. It's just that the army is stalled, and winter is coming soon. We really have no other choice!"

He raised his head slightly and whispered a reminder: "The Imperial Advisor is always a master strategist. I think she might have a brilliant plan to break through the city."

With a sudden flick of his sleeve, Boyan Mengke swept the inkstone and wolf-hair brush from the general's desk to the ground.

"That vixen only knows how to bewitch His Majesty with sweet words. Once she gained favor, she began to vie for power and profit, clearly causing chaos in our Northern Barbarian lands!"

"If it weren't for His Majesty's protection, I would have already beheaded her!"

"Even if I'm trapped outside Zhenyuan City for the rest of my life, I will never bow down to her!"

Sa Li muttered to himself: But didn't you also use the power of the Imperial Advisor's secret guards to assassinate Zhang Liao a few days ago?

The general he served was good in every way, except that he was too stubborn.

Like many veteran officials in the court, he regarded the Grand Preceptor as a monstrous threat.

Sa Li sighed softly, silently got up, picked up the inkstone and wolf-hair brush from the ground, and put them back on the desk.

"General, what are your plans for the future?"

Bayan Mengke stood with his hands behind his back, gazing at the night outside the tent with a complex expression.

He knew in his heart that if he didn't ask the Grand Preceptor for advice, he really had no good plan to break through the city.

After a long period of contemplation, a look of determination finally flashed in his eyes.

"Li Yan, the Prince of Qin of the Great Qian Dynasty, has a fiery temper, so I will start with him."

"I want to completely ignite the fighting spirit within him!"

……

The following morning, Zhenyuan City was unusually quiet.

At this time in the past, the sound of drums signaling the attack of the Northern Barbarian army would always come from the north of the city.

But today it was completely silent, which made the soldiers guarding the city feel a little uneasy.

Inside the Zhenyuan Army camp, Lin Feng was leading his thousand soldiers in drills.

He had ten centurions under his command, six of whom—Wang Dahu, Zhang Ergou, Wang Tu, Li Ke, Wan Qian, and Wang Ling—were his old subordinates.

The other four were elites selected later.

"Put more force into it!"

"Hey you over there! Stop slacking off!"

"Good! Well done!"

Lin Feng has always been strict with the training of his soldiers.

When there is no war, he would always come over to supervise whenever he had free time.

On the drill ground, the soldiers were sweating profusely, their movements were neat and uniform, and each of them practiced with great skill.

Just then, Wan Qian rushed in from outside the drill ground, his expression urgent, and said, "Sir, someone is looking for you outside the military camp!"

Lin Feng raised an eyebrow and asked, "Who is it? Someone from Mr. Zhang Jing's side?"

His first thought was that the treatment at Jishi Medical Center was showing promise.

Wan Qian leaned closer to Lin Feng, winking and speaking in an ambiguous tone: "No, the messenger said it's an extremely beautiful girl, like a beauty from a painting."

Lin Feng rolled his eyes at him and said helplessly, "Don't talk nonsense! It might be Sister Prajna. I'll go take a look."

Wan Qian quickly followed, like a little shadow.

"My lord, I'll go with you!"

"I, Wan Qian, have only two hobbies in this life: making money and admiring young ladies..."

In front of the gate of the Zhenyuan Army camp.

The young girl, facing the rising sun, wore a pale yellow brocade dress and held a floral umbrella painted with a scene of "Boating in the Misty Rain of Jiangnan".

The autumn air is crisp and the sun is shining brightly.

With her beautiful features and graceful figure, she became the most eye-catching sight in front of the military camp.

"Whose daughter is this? So beautiful, what is she doing in the army?"

"Shh! Keep your voice down, they're here to see Commander Lin!"

"Really? Is she Lin Qianhu's wife?"

"It doesn't look like that. I've seen Commander Lin's wife before, and she doesn't look like this."

"Hehe, could it be the new most beautiful courtesan at the brothel? Our master is certainly blessed with good fortune!"

"Shut up! Lord Lin is here!"

As soon as Lin Feng and Wan Qian arrived at the camp gate, the soldiers who had been whispering hurriedly fell silent and stepped forward to salute.

Lin Feng waved his hand casually, then his gaze suddenly stopped.

A slender figure stood before the camp gate, her back to them, holding an exquisite and beautiful floral umbrella in her hand.

He was slightly taken aback, but quickly concluded that the person who came was definitely not Du Banruo.

As a female physician, Du Banruo always dressed simply and elegantly.

Such ornate floral umbrellas adorned with patterns would not be found in any home.

"My name is Lin Feng. May I ask what business you have with me, young lady?"