Quick Transmigration: My First Female Skill Takes Effect

Yucheng.

The city gates were already closed, and Fu Qi and her group entered the city. Halfway through the drive, she asked the driver to stop.

For the remaining half of the journey, she got out of the car and walked, with Deputy Commander Wang following suit.

With a proper seriousness on her face, Fu Qi nodded to the onlookers who were making eye contact with her, and walked into the mayor's office with great affability.

The first thing they did upon arrival was attend a meeting. Fu Qi listened along, but since she had no experience in this area, she didn't say much and mostly just listened.

Deputy Commander Wang was very experienced. He made arrangements for each task one by one: guarding the city, conscripting people to deliver stones and other resources, and making arrangements for the people.

"Mother, I want to go and help."

In a courtyard, a girl, about sixteen or seventeen years old and about 1.7 meters tall, was sneaking out of the courtyard with a small package on her back.

But he was caught by his own parents.

The girl glared at her older brother behind her mother and father, but it was no use; she had only attracted her parents' attention.

The man touched his nose. He was also carrying a package on his back, but he had accidentally tripped over the threshold when closing the door, which alerted his parents.

The woman was around forty years old, her face looked a little aged, but she had a lot of energy.

She looked at her daughter, paused for a moment, and said, "Your father and I will go. You and your brother stay at home." She also wanted to protect her family.

Yucheng was her home. Although she didn't know much about it, she knew that Marshal Fu was different from other marshals.

Putting aside other issues, if his soldiers or government officials were to arbitrarily collect money, ordinary people like them could file a complaint and receive a response.

They will also receive compensation and reimbursement.

The peaceful days in Yucheng are of great satisfaction to the ordinary people, especially in the last two years with the emergence of some factories.

Many of them went to work, and their families received wages, enough to afford meat once a month.

The price of meat was still controlled by the people in the Marshal's Mansion. They wouldn't allow prices to rise arbitrarily. Like salt, meat was a necessity for them.

They were grateful, so when a notice was posted, someone came to beat them up, and people were called in to help.

The woman was willing; she was old, but her children still had many good years ahead of them, and she couldn't bear to part with them.

The girl hugged her mother and kissed her on the cheek: "I knew it, my mother is the wisest."

The woman exclaimed, pressing her finger against her daughter's forehead, her face showing both shyness and joy at her child's closeness.

"Mother, I'll tell you a secret, the young marshal is here."

The woman looked puzzled, but she knew the answer.

The girl blinked: "I need to perform well, maybe the young marshal will see me." If the young marshal sees me, hahaha.

Chen Zhi's future should be bright.

The woman slapped her daughter again: "You're too cunning. Unlike them, you do things honestly."

"oops."

"Isn't it also my wish to lead you all to a better life?" Of course, she wanted to be at the forefront of the group, just like the young marshal today.

Be a leader.

The woman stopped trying to dissuade her, telling her to go if she wanted to, since it was for her own future anyway. She only instructed her brother and sister to protect their lives.

Don't just keep rushing forward.

Chen Zhi and her brother readily agreed.

The woman then divided the cakes in the house into two portions, one for her and her husband, and one for her brother and sister.

The four of them went out of their house, only to find that their neighbors were also coming out, all carrying the same small packages.

They exchanged a glance: "You guys are going too?"

They smiled at each other, adults and children alike, expressing their excitement at defending Yucheng and protecting their home.

When Deputy Commander Wang saw the long line of ordinary people, for some reason, tears welled up in his eyes.

He stood up straight and saluted the crowd. The soldiers behind him also raised their hands and saluted the most ordinary yet extraordinary people.

The people felt a warm glow in their hearts as they watched the salute; after all, they hadn't done anything special.

He scratched his head, a silly smile on his face.

It was as if the enemy's attack was nothing more than a snack before their meal.

Fu Qi saw this scene and took a picture of it. Li Xing cried and begged to come along.

If her father could live and die with the warlord, she could also live and die with her young warlord.

Fu Qi: "When we get back, we'll print the photos in the newspaper so everyone knows how brave the people of Yucheng are."

"Mmm." Li Xing sniffed, a hint of admiration appearing in his eyes.

Deputy Commander Wang had already led his men to guard the city wall of Yucheng, watching the vanguard team that came to probe below. His gaze was serious and his voice was powerful.

"beat."

Gunshots rang out.

Fu Qi also heard the bursts of gunfire, her heart pounding with each shot, though she had expected it to last at least four or five hours.

I didn't expect it to take more than an hour.

The gunfire stopped.

Deputy Commander Wang sent someone to say that Wei Shi's men had retreated and asked if she wanted to go to the city gate.

"go."

Fu Qi knew that people's hearts were at their softest at this moment, but she was about to see bloodshed.

No war is without death.

"Why don't you stay?" Fu Qi felt she could handle it, but she was afraid Li Xing would have nightmares when she got back.

Li Xing did not answer immediately, but made a hypothetical assumption: if she saw blood all over the ground, would she vomit on the spot? If so, she would have to stay.

"No, I can." Her gaze was equally firm.

In chaotic times, bloodshed is common, especially since she is older than the young marshal. If the young marshal is not afraid, she is not small in courage either.

As the victors, we should be fearless; the blood of our warriors is the glory of the Acropolis.

Fu Qi followed the guards to the top of the city wall and saw that apart from the soldiers on guard duty, the rest sat down on the spot and were given food and water.

They spoke with triumphant smiles, their faces covered in dust.

And the wounded, their mouths torn open, cried out the same thing, and they held on.

Fu Qi's tears flowed unconsciously, but she quickly wiped them away. However, when Deputy Commander Wang saw her, he noticed her red-rimmed eyes as she stood in front of a soldier who was being bandaged, helping to hand him water.

The soldier was stunned.

Fu Qi smiled and handed it to him again: "Can't I offer water to a hero?"

That's incredibly impressive.

He gulped down the water in the bowl, a glimmer of light in his clear eyes: "Young Marshal, the enemy has retreated," he said.

Fu Qi: "Okay, we've retreated. We've successfully defended the area. You guys should take good care of your injuries and try to return to the team as soon as possible."

"Fu Jiajun is proud of you."

"Me too."

Her voice wasn't a roar, nor was it as loud as if she were holding a megaphone; it was just right for those around her to hear, like warm sunshine.

Their hard work and contributions have been recognized.

The soldier, with tears in his eyes, saluted, his gesture echoing the actions of those around him.

Fu Qi returned the greeting.

From the wounded soldiers' camp to the conscripted civilians, she walked step by step through the places where they fought.