Chapter 70

The people of Xiliang did not know the whereabouts of the Duosang tribe and lost contact with General Ayi. Their morale was low, and recently, tribes that had received military orders were coming to join them, causing some chaos in the camp.

Lu Huaying and his men deliberately chose a windy day and set fire to the corners of the camp. The night wind whipped the flames across the camp, and the fire spread out and quickly engulfed the entire rear camp. The soldiers left behind panicked, and the Tulun tribe, who were guarding the prisoners of the Duosang tribe, took the opportunity to release all the prisoners and escape from the camp with them.

Chaos swept across the entire battlefield. The Xiliang soldiers were all awakened, donned their armor, grabbed their weapons, and rushed out of their tents. Several fire chiefs tried to restore order, but the tribal soldiers in the rear camp suddenly came running up from behind, shouting. The soldiers didn't even know who the enemy was, nor did they know whether to put out the fire first or chase after the prisoners. The camp was in complete chaos.

The fire raged, the black smoke was blown away by the wind, and the people of Xiliang sounded their horns.

The dozen or so men who rushed out of the camp shook off their pursuers and arrived at a hillside.

Several agile figures leaped out, each holding a bow and arrow.

"Mang Bao, it's us!"

Lu Huaying suddenly reined in her horse and called out.

The people of the Tulun tribe put down their bows and arrows and happily gathered around.

Lu Huaying released the reins and helped Wei Mingsu dismount.

Mang Bao strode towards Lu Huaying. Seeing that Wei Mingsu was covered in blood, he reached out to help him up and said with a smile, "Afei, you've rescued your friend!"

Wei Mingsu raised his eyes.

Mang Bao's gaze fell on Wei Mingsu, and he smiled at Wei Mingsu. He was tall and strong, with thick eyebrows and big eyes, and his face, illuminated by the firelight in the distance, looked cheerful.

The two exchanged a glance.

Mang Bao laughed and said, "So you are Afei's friend. When we saw you in Baisha City last time, we all thought you were a wealthy spice merchant."

"At the time, I was on duty and had to conceal my identity." Wei Mingsu straightened his back and stood firm, explaining, "The Tulun tribe is attacking the camp tonight. Has the tribe already set off?"

Mang Bao was taken aback, then suppressed the slight hostility in his heart and nodded solemnly, saying, "The Khan has already set off with the women and children. We will help Afei rescue you, take the opportunity to avenge you, and also draw the attention of the Xiliang army, giving them more time."

He turned to look at Lu Huaying and said, "Afei used this reason to persuade the Khan to help. Shabona only introduced her to the Tulun tribe. She was the one who persuaded the Khan to send troops. She said that doing so was like throwing a stone but hitting several birds at the same time. I admire her very much."

Wei Mingsu also looked at Lu Huaying.

Lu Huaying didn't notice what they were saying. She took the bag hanging next to the saddle, walked back to Wei Mingsu's side, looked at his wound, frowned slightly, and said, "The wound must have reopened. Quickly apply some medicine."

After saying that, she pulled Wei Mingsu to sit on the ground and helped him apply the medicine.

Wei Mingsu's wound indeed reopened.

Lu Huaying applied medicine to his wound. In the dim red firelight, her brows furrowed more and more as she whispered, "It hurts a lot, doesn't it? Just bear with it."

Wei Mingsu looked at her, remaining silent.

Lu Huaying applied the medicine for him, and when she looked up, he lowered his eyes, avoiding her concerned gaze.

Yi Xi and several other rescued soldiers from the Duosang tribe were also helped off their horses. The Tulun tribe bandaged their wounds. Yi Xi had been taken to be tortured and interrogated by the Xiliang people several times in the past few days, and his injuries were the most severe. He screamed in agony while cursing the Xiliang people fiercely.

A soldier from the Tulun tribe suddenly pointed to the large fire in the distance and said, "Look at the Xiliang people's camp."

The camp had become a sea of ​​fire, with screams of people and the mournful neighing of warhorses coming from within. The burning fire line stretched from the low-lying rear camp all the way up to the higher ground, as if the entire mountain had been set ablaze.

At this moment, anyone within a radius of several miles could see the burning flames on the mountain simply by looking up.

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The crowd looked at the Xiliang people's camp, a hint of surprise flashing across their faces.

Before the Tulun troops set off, Lu Huaying said that she had read military books and that a night raid must be carried out by setting fires, which would make the attack twice as effective. So the Tulun soldiers secretly sprinkled oil before setting the fire, but they did not expect the fire to be so fierce and spread so quickly.

This is hardly a case of achieving twice the result with half the effort; the entire Xiliang camp was almost burned to the ground!

Lu Huaying hadn't expected the fire to spread so quickly. She stood up, picked up a longbow, slung her quiver over her shoulder, and said, "Mote and the others haven't come out yet. I'll go meet them. It's too close to the camp here; it's not safe. You guys continue north, and we'll meet you at the agreed-upon place when we get back."

Wei Mingsu was startled and looked up.

He didn't say anything, but Lu Huaying felt his gaze and knew he was worried. She looked down at him and smiled slightly, saying, "The Tulun tribe helped me, so I should repay them. I'll go back and help the Tulun people in the camp evacuate."

Wei Mingsu's gaze lingered on her face for a long time before he finally whispered, "Be careful."

"I will!"

Lu Huaying smiled, saddled her horse, cracked her whip, and galloped off like lightning toward the raging battlefield.

Mang Bao and several other Tulun soldiers also mounted their warhorses and followed behind her to the main camp.

Wei Mingsu watched their backs, which were edged with gold by the fire, and did not try to stop her.

She made new friends and did what she wanted to do.

A man bends his bow and charges into battle.

Yi Xi, watching Lu Huaying ride back to the Xiliang army camp, was filled with shock. He asked Wei Mingsu, "Governor Wei, is your friend really a woman?"

He overheard Mang Bao and Wei Mingsu's conversation, and Mang Bao's tone revealed that Lu Huaying was a woman.

A smile flickered in Wei Mingsu's calm eyes. He nodded and said, "Yes, she is a woman."

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After releasing the prisoners, some of the Tulun soldiers remained in the camp, wearing Xiliang soldiers' armor and setting fires everywhere, creating chaos.

The Xiliang army was well-trained. Although the commander and elite troops were deceived by the false military orders they had received this morning, the deputy commander who remained behind was initially panicked but eventually realized that there was a traitor in the camp. He sent his personal guards to deliver the military order: all tribal soldiers were to go to the rear camp to put out the fire, and anyone who disobeyed the order would be executed without mercy.

Once the military order was issued, the Tulun soldiers, who had been trying to take advantage of the chaos, were immediately exposed.

"kill!"

A soldier from the Tulun tribe was recognized and hurriedly retreated, but it was too late. Several Xiliang soldiers worked together to block his path and raised their sabers to slash at him.

With a "whoosh," an arrow pierced the sky and struck one of the Xiliang soldiers in the chest. The soldier looked at the arrow stuck in his chest in disbelief and fell to the ground.

Before the other two could react, several arrows whistled through the air, and the two men groaned as they fell to the ground.

The Tulun soldiers breathed a sigh of relief, having escaped with their lives, and looked up in the direction from which the arrows had come.

A black horse galloped toward him, the rider wearing a red Hu robe, his longbow still trembling slightly.

The soldier paused for a moment, then got up from the ground, his expression one of surprise and delight.

"Afi! You've come back to meet us!"

Lu Huaying drew her bow again and shot an arrow at a Xiliang soldier with a sword raised in the distance, saying, "How can I abandon my friends?"

"Mutter!"

Mang Bao caught up and helped Mo La onto his horse.

They moved through the chaotic camp, shooting down Xiliang soldiers with their bows as they searched for the rest of the Tulun tribe.

Lu Hua

Ying's archery skills were exceptionally accurate; every time he drew his bow, a Xiliang soldier fell to the ground.

The heat was intense, and even the grass on the mountainside caught fire.

Lu Huaying glanced at the black smoke rising above the camp and said to the others, "We are outnumbered, so we shouldn't fight the Xiliang people to the death. Their purpose in sending troops this time is to intercept the Duosang tribe. If we burn their camp and supplies, the Xiliang will retreat! We should leave quickly while their camp is in disarray."

Mangbao and Mote, young and impetuous, wanted to take advantage of the chaos among the Xiliang people to kill a few more. They rode towards the front camp, saying, "The people of Xiliang Lamabang killed our people. We must kill the leader of Lamabang with our own hands."

As the two approached the front camp, they suddenly heard the sound of bowstrings twanging, and a hail of arrows pierced through the black smoke, rushing towards them!

Mang Bao broke out in a cold sweat, tumbled backward off his horse, and several arrows grazed his scalp.

He fell to the ground.

Just as he got up, an arrow shot right in front of him.

A sound of horses' hooves came from not far away. Lu Huaying led the others and galloped over. She raised her saber in her right hand, flipped her wrist to deflect the rain of arrows, and flicked out a cold light with her left hand. With a "crack", the cold light hit the arrow that was flying towards Mang Bao and split it in two.

The soldiers of the Tulun tribe followed behind her, constantly drawing their bows and firing arrows to cover her.

Mangbao got up and climbed onto Mote's horse.

A troop of Xiliang soldiers, armed with bows and arrows and led by a captain in armor, caught up with them. The captain loudly rallied their morale: "Kill these spies! The general will surely reward you handsomely and grant you official rank!"

The arrow pierced the air.

Lu Huaying nocked an arrow on horseback, touched the quiver, and found that there was only one arrow left.

She drew her last arrow, nocked it, and fired it at the ranks of the Xiliang people.

The squad leader's personal guards heard the whooshing sound as it flew towards his face, and they were so frightened that they rushed to his side.

Lu Huaying and Mang Bao took this opportunity to escape from the camp on horseback.

Mangbao and Mote were somewhat frightened and did not look back. The group left the chaotic camp, ran south for a while, and after confirming that there were no pursuers behind them, they turned north and headed to the agreed location.

The east was bright with light; it was already daylight.

"They're back!"

The agreed meeting place was by a river. Several Tulun soldiers were guarding the slope. When they saw them return safely, they shouted excitedly.

The people inside the tent came out to greet them.

Lu Huaying was surrounded by people from the Tulun tribe, and a gaze passed through the crowd and landed on her.

She turned her head to look over.

Wei Mingsu stood at the very edge of the crowd, his face pale, watching her silently. When she turned her head, he looked away.

Lu Huaying exchanged a few words with the people from the Tulun tribe, then walked towards Wei Mingsu.

"I'm back."

She was covered in blood, her face was covered in blood, and her chin was covered in blood, it was hard to tell whether it was from a knife wound or an arrow grazing her.

Wei Mingsu looked at her chin and said, "Go stop the bleeding."

Lu Huaying wiped her chin; her hands were covered in blood. Only then did she feel the pain. She nodded, went into the tent, found some wound medicine, and applied it to herself.

Wei Mingsu followed into the tent, remained silent for a moment, then reached out and took the medicine from Lu Huaying's hand.

"Lift your head up."

He said softly.

Lu Huaying paused for a moment, then looked up.

Wei Mingsu first found a handkerchief, washed it clean, and gently wiped the bloodstains from Lu Huaying's neck and chin before applying medicine to her.