Yang Yi has a tattoo on the left side of her face, which would have been a symbol of shame ten years ago.

But in the Song Dynasty today, tattoos are a source of pride in the military.

This was a heroic man, standing nine feet tall, with straight, sword-like eyebrows, a straight nose, and distinct features. His bright eyes seemed to sparkle like stars.

"This humble general pays his respects to Commander Yue!"

When Yang Yi first met Yue Fei, although he was also an officer who graduated from the Imperial Military Academy, he had only read Yue Fei's military books and classics at the academy.

Yue Fei was his idol. Before meeting Yue Fei again, he had imagined countless times what kind of person this Northwest Governor, entrusted with such an important task by the Emperor, was.

Only now, upon seeing him, did he finally understand.

Yue Fei did not appear to be a particularly tall man; in fact, he was rather thin.

At least his face was tanned and rough from years of military service, and he looked somewhat thin.

Yue Fei was the emperor's brother-in-law and also held the prestigious position of Northwest Governor, in charge of the northwestern war zone of the Song Dynasty. Unlike those pampered high-ranking officials, he was etched with the marks of hardship.

Life is like a merciless knife, carving away at his body.

But it was this slightly thin body that supported the entire northwest sky, pacified the grasslands and various barbarian tribes for the emperor, and expanded the territory of the Song Dynasty to the Western Regions.

Yang Yi suddenly felt a surge of heat throughout his body.

Yue Fei laughed and said, "You are Yang Yi. Minister Zhang mentioned you in his letter to me, saying that you have the courage of ten thousand men!"

"Lord Zhang, please have mercy! This humble general is willing to sacrifice himself for the Emperor!"

"Yang Yi, you have done a great service by taking Xia Jinwu's head. I hope you can wait for me on the city wall of Fengcheng!"

"I will certainly not fail Commander Yue's high expectations!"

Yang Yi followed Liu Qi without saying a word.

Although it was just a simple exchange, Yang Yi left a deep impression on these senior generals in the Northwest Station Area.

After the infantrymen in front retreated, the Song army's attack did not stop. Large catapults were transported up and neatly arranged in front.

As the Song army's war drums sounded, catapults began to hurl stones at the city walls of Fengcheng.

The siege has begun.