As Wen Hemian had predicted, most of what Prince Jia had done before was a test.
After their men managed to send out the message amidst the chaos, they rested for a few days. Sure enough, the barbarians launched another attack, but this time the offensive was much larger than the previous ones.
These barbarians, without any regard for the consequences, actually used gunpowder on the battlefield. This was a typical case of not distinguishing between friend and foe, resulting in heavy casualties. When Wen Hemian learned of this, he told his soldiers to keep their distance and not to charge head-on, which would only add to their own losses.
The men under Xie Lang's command didn't have any other outstanding qualities, except that they were obedient.
They did not disobey the emperor's orders, and they respected Wen Hemian, who was also acting on behalf of the emperor, from the bottom of their hearts, and did whatever he said.
Moreover, no one is willing to make a pointless sacrifice with their own flesh and blood. Everyone seems to be backing down, but in reality, they are firmly holding the line and not retreating an inch.
This attitude, however, seemed to give the attacking barbarians a misconception, making them think that their morale was low and they wanted to retreat without a fight.
For a moment, he rushed forward like a madman, completely unaware that he had fallen into a trap.
The scouts who came to report all this information to Wen Hemian.
Wen Hemian didn't show much joy on her face, only nodding slightly: "It seems they've taken the bait."
The barbarians, already scattered and disorganized, were clearly not enough to completely take over their camp.
Not long after, someone came to report: "Report! Another unidentified army has appeared in the southwest, and it seems to be coming from the territory of a vassal king!"
"Report! It's the same on the east side!"
After a long period of quiet, once the commotion starts, the commotion should not be underestimated.
Prince Jia was probably getting impatient and was provoked by her words. After waiting for a long time without any news from Xie Lang, he finally decided to take action.
Driven by self-interest, he first dispatched his own men, and the vassal kings who were cooperating with him followed suit, sending several large groups of troops toward the camp.
When one of the groups arrived, Xie Yong finally revealed his true colors. He ordered his men to stop just a few dozen meters from the camp, no longer having his men infiltrate the barbarians and disguise themselves as enemy troops as he had done in the past, but instead acting openly and honestly.
Wen Heming left a thousand men with him, all armed with muskets, and there were also defensive positions in the military camp. This is why Xie Yong did not launch a rash attack.
But in any case, their attitude was much more arrogant than before.
Wen Heming sat in the main tent, listening to the report, a slight ripple appearing in his eyes: "How many men did he bring?"
The messenger reported: "There are approximately...five thousand people."
The number of them was more than double that of the men who remained in the camp, and at this moment, Zhou Ting and Qi Liangsheng were not by their side, and the other generals had also gone out to fight one after another. This news was quite alarming.
Those around him advised, "Lord Wen, we don't know the situation on His Majesty's side right now, but Prince Jia and the rebels are coming with great force. You might as well leave first. It's not worth the risk to stay here and continue to risk your life!"
After spending time together, everyone in the army knew that Lord Wen was an excellent person.
It doesn't matter if she's a bit cold-hearted; what matters is that she's kind and compassionate, takes good care of the wounded soldiers, and ensures they have sufficient supplies... Of course, no one wants to see such a good person get hurt.
"no!"
Wen Hemian shook his head decisively: "If the soldiers don't leave, how can I leave first? Putting aside whether it sounds good or not, how will the people view the court, and how can they trust the officials? I still have value to Prince Jia. If he keeps that in mind, he won't easily take action against me."
After saying that, she stood up and said, "I'll go and meet him first."
Unable to stop her, the group quickly followed her out through the curtain.
After walking only a few steps outside, the scene outside was laid bare before Wen Hemian, his expression grave, and went straight to where Xie Yong was.
Upon her arrival, some of the people who had been keeping a distance moved closer to her, revealing the weapons they were holding.
Before it was fired, it looked cold and harmless, but everyone present knew its power.
Before the fighting had even begun, Xie Yong finally saw her appear, a smile on his face: "Lord Wen, have you come to your senses? The men you left in the camp are not enough to deal with me."
"Oh, right."
His tone shifted, a sinister smile appearing in his eyes: "Don't even think about stalling for time. Those dogs under the young emperor are all tied up right now. Who knows when they'll be back? Besides... they might not even make it back alive!"
Wen Hemian looked at him quietly, still not intending to speak.
Although female officials have entered the court in recent years, there are still no female soldiers in the army. Wen Hemian stood behind the group of people, looking somewhat out of place.
It's always like this.
It's happening again!
Xie Yong had been a tyrant in his fiefdom for so many years, and he could have any woman he wanted, except for Wen Hemian. From the moment they met, he couldn't even stir up the slightest emotion in her, which made him feel a deep sense of defeat.
"If you won't listen to reason, you'll have to suffer the consequences!"
Xie Yong cursed and was about to lead his army to surround them when he suddenly heard a deafening sound of horses' hooves in the distance, a thunderous roar that shook the heavens and earth.
As if realizing something, Xie Yong's expression suddenly changed. He looked behind him and felt that the group of people was very unfamiliar, at least they did not look like any of the people he had worked with.
"Your Highness!" his attendant urged, "Let's arrest Wen Hemian first!"
This situation clearly demonstrates that their prediction was wrong. Regardless of who brought the people back, it was ultimately disadvantageous for them!
Xie Yong no longer hesitated: "Go!"
Their troops were closer to the camp, and at a single command, the two sides clashed. Instantly, smoke filled the air, dust billowed, and the sounds of battle cries mixed with the stench of blood drifted through the cold wind.
Before Wen Heming and the others could react, they had already mounted their horses, holding the muskets handed to them by their subordinates, and retreated to the rear, looking for an opportunity to finish off the others.
The sound of muskets rang out one after another, startling the horses that had not undergone desensitization training. They thrashed about, throwing many enemy soldiers off their backs.
Wen Hemian had experienced many assassination attempts, but this was the first time she had faced the battlefield directly. She steadied her hands and felt her arm go numb before slowly putting down the musket.
Later, the remaining troops surrounded the rebels, joining forces with those in the military camp to firmly encircle them.
This is a one-sided strangulation.
Amidst the billowing dust, someone rode in on horseback.
With his tall and upright stature and heroic bearing, he was like the rising sun in the sky, radiating dazzling light.
After not seeing him for many days, Wen Hemian breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing the handsome and familiar face of the young man. He was finally able to let go of his long-standing tension and smiled.
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