Since Feng Yu'er came to the border town, every decision and action she has made has impressed Lu Qiqi.
Lu Qiqi stared at her face, thinking about her rapid growth, the difficulties and costs she faced, and the burdens she shouldered, and felt that she had a tough time.
Feng Yu'er waited and waited for Lu Qiqi to nod. Fearing that Lu Qiqi would disagree, she added, "Although I don't know medicine, I can bandage wounds."
Previously, during the escape from famine, villagers fought against the Tartars, and I had bandaged their wounds.
She spoke rapidly, afraid that Lu Qiqi would disagree, and tried hard to recall what she could do for the soldiers of the border city.
Unable to think of anything else, she added, "I can do odd jobs in the wounded soldiers' camp."
Lu Qiqi held her hands tightly and said, "Yu'er, I know you want to do your part for your father, for the soldiers and people of the border city."
Usually, once such a statement is made, it is immediately followed by a rejection.
Feng Yu'er's palms turned cold, fearing that Lu Qiqi would utter a single word of dissent.
But when she stared intently at Lu Qiqi's face, she noticed that the corners of her mouth were slightly upturned.
Then she heard Lu Qiqi's voice, "If General Feng were alive, he would surely think that like father, like son, and he would be proud of you."
Feng Yu'er's emotions were in turmoil as she asked, "So, you agree?"
Lu Qiqi naturally had no reason to refuse, however, "The army is heavily guarded, and now is the time to fight the Tartars."
You, Monday, and the servants you brought must all stay in the wounded soldiers' camp and are not allowed to go anywhere else.
Besides Imperial Physician Ren, she was the only one in charge of the wounded soldiers' camp. Now is the time when they need manpower, and as long as everyone is in the wounded soldiers' camp, there shouldn't be any problems.
Lu Qiqi led a group of people into the military camp. When the imperial physician learned that they were soldiers from the Feng family, he did not say much, but gave a few instructions before going back to his work.
The men that Feng Yu'er brought were indeed soldiers personally trained by General Feng; they were well-trained and acted swiftly, solving many problems for the wounded soldiers' camp.
With Lu Qiqi's guidance, Feng Yuer quickly mastered the art of shaving burns and even displayed a talent for it.
On Monday, he stayed by Feng Yu'er's side, assisting her.
The wounded soldiers' camp was busy from morning till night. Lu Qiqi ate all three meals a day in the wounded soldiers' camp with the doctors.
On Monday, he received the round cakes and beef jerky that were handed out. The beef jerky was hard and cold in the winter. He took a bite and chewed it with difficulty.
Then, thinking that Feng Yu'er might not be used to the taste, he handed her the round cake he was holding.
But they discovered that Feng Yu'er showed no sign of dislike for the flatbread and the tough beef jerky.
She stared at the medicine in front of her with a normal expression, tearing into the beef jerky.
Seeing her like this, Zhou Yi quietly took back the round cake and handed Feng Yu'er a bowl of hot water.
Feng Yu'er took the hot water, smiled faintly, and said softly, "Thank you."
The hot water steamed gently, and Feng Yu'er blew away the white mist. She took a sip of the hot water, and her icy stomach instantly felt refreshed.
Meanwhile, before nightfall, Lu Qiqi went to the city wall to find Song Yanqing.
At that time, Song Yanqing had fought all night and then strengthened the defenses of the border city during the day, without stopping for a moment.
His sideburns were disheveled, his face was covered in grime that he hadn't had time to wash off, and there was a faint bloodstain on his cheek.
When Lu Qiqi found him, she saw his battle-worn state.
Compared to the wounded soldiers in the guerrilla camp who were seriously injured and unable to recover, Song Yanqing only had a few cuts on his face.
Even so, Lu Qiqi still felt sorry for him and kept her nerves on edge as she faced the upcoming siege.
The Tatar third prince, Ajitai, was defeated and retreated last night. Today, he has set up camp outside the city. It seems that they will not retreat until they achieve their goal and are preparing for a protracted war.
Lu Qiqi walked to Song Yanqing's side, took out a handkerchief, and gently wiped his face.
Song Yanqing held the hand that was gently stroking his face; the small hand was slightly cool, but he was reluctant to let go.
He took her other hand and held it in his own, trying to warm her with the warmth of his own.
The two exchanged glances, and Song Yanqing said, "The Shadow Guards have sent word that the Tatar King has ordered Ajitai to seize the city and take control of the new capital."
Lu Qiqi guessed it.
However, she never expected that the Tatars would be so confident that they could do what they couldn't do a year ago.
She said, "The Tartars' wishful thinking has been misplaced!"
"So what if they have an army of 100,000? This time we will surely rout them and send them fleeing in terror!"
Song Yanqing liked her confidence very much. He chuckled, but was met with a furious glare from Lu Qiqi.
Lu Qiqi said, "Don't you trust me, or don't you trust yourself?"
“No, that’s not it,” Song Yanqing explained subconsciously, then added after a moment’s thought, “After last night’s battle, the Tartar casualties are estimated to have reached 30%.”
Thirty percent?
Lu Qiqi's face lit up with surprise, then the Tartars stationed outside the city would only number 70,000.
After a night of fierce fighting, the enemy was killed by 30%, while the number of casualties on their own side was only a little over a thousand. Such a huge difference in casualties is truly gratifying.
Immediately, Lu Qiqi couldn't help but think of the ironware sent by the Dayu Kingdom, and laughed, "That ship was truly a great gift!"
Who can argue with that? If it weren't for the iron shields and arrows on that ship, which played a crucial role, the Tartars wouldn't have suffered such heavy casualties.
Lu Qiqi turned her head to look down at the city gate, and her relaxed expression suddenly disappeared.
She said, "Since the Tartars have set up camp outside the city, it won't be long before they attack the city again."
Song Yanqing's strengthening of defenses at this time was preparation for the next battle.
Lu Qiqi said, "Since the Tatars are attacking the camp so openly, why don't we send men from the East Camp and the West Camp?"
Song Yanqing's expression shifted slightly, as if she was thinking about something, and she pursed her lips without speaking.
Soon, Lu Qiqi thought of something and let out a soft gasp.
She looked around to make sure no one was watching before whispering, "Do you suspect that Tadar will take the opportunity to attack the city?"
Ajitai led the vanguard with 100,000 troops pressing in. If it were any other general, they would have already dispatched men from two large camps.
Instead of using 30,000 troops to defend the city and leaving two military camps unattended.
Thinking about this, Lu Qiqi became even more certain of her idea.
But do the Tatars have that many people?
Song Yanqing said, "As long as we send men from the East and West camps, Tadar only needs 20,000 troops to break through the city gates."
Upon hearing this, Lu Qiqi looked down at the city again and whispered, "Ajitai probably doesn't know that his attack on the city is actually doing the work for someone else!"
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