The Second Daughter of a Farming Family Has a Space

It’s rare to walk this world once—eating is the number one priority!

From the post-apocalyptic wasteland to a harsh and impoverished farming family, even with a disabled elder brother and a s...

Chapter 501 Ignition

Song Liyun said, "Stop fighting! All of you, come into the city! I'll open the city gates!"

Ah! Open the city gates!

Upon hearing this, the two chieftains were so shocked that they looked up abruptly. They could hardly believe their ears that the city gate could be opened so easily.

Even Old Master Yu was taken aback; this was not part of the plan.

He quickly stopped her, saying, "Madam City Lord, you mustn't! If all the tribesmen enter the city, the royal army will follow. We simply can't stop them."

Song Liyun said calmly, "Then let the tribes step aside. If the royal army wants to attack Mida City, then let them come!"

In fact, the two chieftains didn't even need to come to the rescue; the shouts of battle had already disappeared in the darkness of the distance.

Song Liyun felt a little relieved; it seemed that several tribes had retreated.

The tribe's withdrawal foreshadows the arrival of the real battle.

The sound of horses' hooves, as dense as rain, approached. The look of fear on Song Liyun's face had vanished, replaced by calm and composure.

Under the torchlight of the city wall, a dense array of cavalry gradually appeared, their shadowy forms seemingly endless, inspiring fear and trepidation.

As the cavalry drew closer, Song Liyun could see the bloodstained scimitars on their scimitars before the royal army finally stopped.

A Di soldier walked up to the city wall and shouted, "People of Mida City, listen up! We have been ordered by our esteemed king to take over Mida City. If you want to live, open the city gates now!"

Hmph!

Song Liyun didn't even want to answer such a stupid question.

She immediately ordered, "Achia, you can light the fire!"

"yes!"

Aqiya was able to be placed next to Song Liyun because he was also a skilled archer from the Wuda tribe.

He picked up a long arrow, flicked the arrowhead, which was already wrapped in oilcloth, over the torch, and then shot it at a pile of haystacks below.

Like a shooting star streaking across the night, the tall haystack sprinkled with gunpowder exploded into flames with a deafening roar.

In an instant, a giant, blazing torch was formed, illuminating the area outside the city in a fiery red glow.