"Did you see those war drums over there?"
"That's a war drum made by skinning your General Feng! Hahaha."
"Skulls for wine, human skin for drums, bone for hammers, hahahaha."
The few words spoken in broken Da Jin dialect instantly stirred up a huge wave.
General Feng, as the commander-in-chief, led his troops in battle for many years and cherished his soldiers. There are still many soldiers on the city wall who once served as generals in Feng's army.
In an instant, the soldiers on the city wall were united in their hatred of the enemy and raised their weapons high.
He shouted loudly, "Crush the grasslands! Destroy the Tartars! Avenge General Feng!"
"Kill the Tartars! Avenge General Feng!"
At the same time, Feng Yu'er learned of the news and saw this scene when she rushed to the city wall.
Her eyes were red-rimmed; she had never imagined that her father would suffer such a humiliating disgrace even after his death!
She screamed, "I'm going to kill him! Kill him!"
"A knife! Give me a knife!"
As she spoke, she prepared to draw the broadsword from the waist of the soldier beside her.
Below the city wall, the Tartars heard the sound but showed no fear. They even defiantly waved their red robes, further enraging the soldiers of the Great Jin.
He was fearless because the Great Jin Dynasty was always hypocritical and believed that envoys should not be killed in war between two countries.
He was certain that the two-legged sheep on the city wall would not dare to do anything to him, lest he break the deadly rules set by the late Emperor of the Great Jin Dynasty.
Even before the Tartars started shouting from below the city wall, Song Yanqing had already whispered a few words to the Shadow Guards.
At that moment, the Shadow Guard returned, presenting a large bow with both hands.
But before Song Yanqing's hand could even touch the large bow, the arrows in the Shadow Guard's hands suddenly vanished.
Suddenly, a sharp arrow pierced the sky, striking the Tartar between the eyebrows and piercing through his entire skull.
As the Tartar fell from his horse, he was still holding up his red robe, the mockery on his lips still lingering, when he suddenly collapsed to the ground with his eyes open.
Upon seeing this, the shouts of the soldiers on the city wall abruptly ceased, and they stared wide-eyed at the Tartar who had fallen to the ground.
When everyone came to their senses, they saw Lu Qiqi holding a large bow, standing heroically on the city wall.
A gust of wind stirred her hair, making her face, beneath her red dress and white fox fur, appear even whiter.
Lu Qiqi released her grip, handed the great bow to the Shadow Guard, and shouted loudly towards the outside of the city wall, "If these scoundrels dare to invade, our army will slaughter them!"
Upon hearing this, a series of loud shouts erupted from the silent city tower.
"May the village chief be mighty!"
"Slaughter the Tartars!"
"Kill! Kill! Kill!"
The slogans shouted loudly from the city tower. When the soldiers saw the dead Tartars, they finally let out the anger that had been choking them.
Feng Yu'er's eyes were filled with tears. When she saw Lu Qiqi shoot down a Tartar with an arrow, her heart surged with emotion.
She admired and respected Lu Qiqi's martial arts skills and courage, and also recognized her own shortcomings.
Then, she looked at the Tartars below the city wall and secretly vowed in her heart that one day she would become a woman like Lu Qiqi!
To avenge my father and settle my score!
Just as her eyes were filled with hatred, she suddenly felt a light tap on her shoulder. The touch was so light that she thought it was her imagination.
When she turned her head and saw the person next to her, a look of confusion appeared on her face, and the large knife in her hand fell to the ground with a thud.
On Monday, he stared intently at her, seemingly understanding the hatred in her heart and the helplessness and collapse she had just experienced.
In that instant, it seemed as if she had a thousand words in her mouth, but they were stuck in her throat and she couldn't say them.
Zhou Yi has always been tongue-tied, a person who does more and talks less, but after following Lu Qiqi to various places, he's become less tongue-tied.
But at this moment, he felt a bone stuck in his throat and couldn't utter a single word of comfort, because he knew that saying anything now would be futile.
General Feng will not come back to life, and he has even more faith in Feng Yu'er, who will not be so easily defeated.
Feng Yu'er saw him extend one hand, slowly open it, and a piece of candy appeared in his palm.
Feng Yu'er didn't know when the candy was bought, but at this moment she felt that the candy was prepared for her.
The candy in her palm was taken by Feng Yu'er, who thanked her in return.
On Monday, his heart, which had been clenched with heartache, suddenly started pounding wildly. He even noticed a warmth on the back of his neck and couldn't help but reach out and touch it, trying to cool it down with his large, icy hands.
The incident involving the human skin drum left a deep and lasting mark on Feng Yu'er's heart.
It even left an indelible red mark on the bodies of the soldiers in the three military camps of the Great Jin Dynasty.
Lu Qiqi and Song Yanqing both knew that the Tartars were using General Feng's corpse to make a fuss.
All of this was done to provoke the soldiers in the army, hence all sorts of provocative actions.
The two saw things clearly, and Feng Yu'er also understood why Song Yanqing was so slow to send troops.
The main camp has a total of 30,000 soldiers. Several thousand were killed or wounded in the previous battle, and now there are only about 20,000 soldiers defending the border city.
Once the city gates are opened, the border town will be as easy as a piece of the Tatars' bag.
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As night fell, Ajitai learned that the man who had gone to the city walls earlier that day with the red robe and shouted messages had been shot dead by a woman from the Great Jin Dynasty, and he was furious.
He tried every provocation he could think of, but the enemy prince did not send out any troops.
For every extra day he stayed outside the city, many more of the warriors in the army would freeze to death there.
At this moment, Wuqi entered Ajitai's tent and offered him advice.
She said, "Third Prince, why don't we join forces with the First Prince?"
Ajitai seemed to be allergic to Tadar; just hearing his name gave him goosebumps.
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