Chapter 100 Wearing Mourning Clothes
They all felt that now was a good time to attack the Yuan clan, and that it would be a loss to let the commander-in-chief be absent in order to rescue Zhi Junyuan.
After all, no one can replace the commander-in-chief's ability to unite the troops, no one has the prestige of Guan Zhiwei, and no one is confident that they can be as brave as her, climbing the city walls to fight and defeat the enemy single-handedly.
They all tried to persuade Guan Zhiwei, saying that with such a critical matter at hand, what did Zhi Junyuan matter? Besides, it wasn't that they wouldn't save him, but there was no need for the commander-in-chief to personally go to his rescue.
Even if he is handsome and loyal, aren't there plenty of handsome and loyal men in the world?
"Please reconsider, Grand Tutor!"
They talked a lot, but Guan Zhiwei didn't hear a word they said.
Her body was trembling slightly, because of excitement.
Once she gets excited, her body trembles uncontrollably, and she can't stop. Her mind is filled with images of Zhijun Yuan in the modern world.
I have never dreamed, not even once in my hundred lifetimes.
However, I suddenly dreamed of him.
He asked again and again.
After waking up, the dream would fade, but that one sentence was deeply imprinted in her heart.
—We've seen it before.
This is her only encounter with modern society. She wants to see Zhi Junyuan and make sure he has no problems whatsoever, because she wants to dream more.
Perhaps she can go home; maybe he has the key?
"I will go myself. Just bring me two thousand cavalry. You can attack the city."
"Grand Tutor!" The crowd tried to persuade him again.
"Let her go," Gao Huan interrupted coldly.
He beckoned to his men, "Go and get me some white cloth. I want to wear mourning clothes for the Grand Tutor."
Upon hearing this, no one dared to raise their heads.
Guan Zhiwei's expression turned cold: "I'm just going to save someone, come back quickly."
"The Hong clan came prepared, the Jin clan is eyeing us covetously, and the Yuan clan is plotting a counterattack. At the crucial moment, the commander-in-chief left the scene, and morale is in turmoil. With Yuan Qiuhe falling alone, look how the city has become. If someone else seizes the opportunity and takes this city, wouldn't all those soldiers who died have died in vain? We are insignificant and our deaths are not worth regretting, but what about your great cause, Grand Tutor? What about your life? It would be better to put on mourning clothes before I die, so that I won't have time to find white cloth while I'm running around!"
Although she knew it was a provocation, Guan Zhiwei couldn't help but get angry and sneered, "Why should you wear mourning clothes for me? Who do you think you are?"
Since ancient times, the only way for two people with no blood relation to wear mourning clothes for each other is for them to be husband and wife.
Gao Huan was one of the first people to stay by Guan Zhiwei's side. He was handsome and influential, and most people regarded him as Guan Zhiwei's husband, her first wife. Although they were not married, he was different from the others.
But Guan Zhiwei's words were like tearing off a fig leaf, pointing her finger at his nose and saying—you think you're any different?
It's very humiliating.
Gao Huan straightened his neck and stared straight at him without flinching: "Since he can regard the Grand Tutor as his parents, I can naturally regard the Grand Tutor as my parents as well, and naturally I can wear mourning clothes."
"I couldn't have given birth to a son as good as you."
"Even a general couldn't be born knowing your distant land!"
Guan Zhiwei felt he was being unreasonable and took a deep breath: "I didn't go there for Zhi Junyuan's sake."
Gao Huan retorted, "Am I just here to be jealous and envious?"
[Yes, yes, they're jealous of each other, Xiangxiang.]
"Shut up!"
Guan Zhiwei hated the voice in her head; her tone was filled with indescribable disgust.
Gao Huan, looking hurt, knelt on the ground and said aggrievedly, "Grand Tutor, please calm down."
The others also knelt down, their faces showing worry.
Wow, your charm level is rising so fast!
Everyone thought Guan Zhiwei was insulting them, but the system that was actually being insulted was completely oblivious.
The system muttered: "[Twenty, thirty, fifty, one hundred. Your charm value is one hundred! Wow, compared to dating several male supporting characters and having them die for you, this is much faster! I didn't realize you were so capable!]"
People are dying for me, endlessly dying for me. Does that include Zhi Junyuan?
Guan Zhiwei flicked her sleeve and left.
She didn't have time to ramble on; she needed to make sure Zhi Junyuan survived and examine his face closely.
Despite the freezing winter months, she was sweating profusely as she rode at full speed; her excitement almost made her lose her grip on the reins.
A few icy touches landed on my face; it was snowing. Winter and falling snow were so perfectly matched. The scattered snowflakes tapped against my cheeks, gradually lowering the temperature.
This is the first snow of the winter. It came late, and because of the region, the air wasn't particularly cold.
It was completely different from the heavy snow in Yingzhou.
Throughout countless wars and upheavals, Zhi Junyuan was never alone; he either had Grand Commandant Gao by his side or his father to support him.
He doesn't need to oversee the whole situation; he only needs to focus on one thing, like a knife held in someone's hand, allowing others to stab him wherever they want.
But this time was different. He not only had to defend the city and ensure that the supply lines would not be cut off, but also ensure the safety of the people in the city.
The city was not built high, not in preparation for war, and was easy to climb. He personally guarded the city wall, and even went down to kill two waves of people, taking advantage of the chaos to send people away to report the news.
After several fierce battles, the men and horses were exhausted, and the city was short of food. After a siege of less than a month, the city was in a state of devastation.
But he cannot retreat. Even if he could leave with his troops, he cannot retreat. If he retreats, the supply lines will be cut off, and what will happen to the Grand Tutor?
"Young General Zhi, if you are willing to surrender, I guarantee that not a single soldier in the city will be harmed! I have long admired your father, and if I can gain your help, I will have no regrets in this life!"
"Grand Tutor Guan is besieging Yanyang City and will not spare a single soldier to rescue you. If you defend the city to the death, the end result will be that everyone in the city will perish! How can you bear to do that!"
"Surrender, and I'll treat you like an honored guest! Why let yourself be toyed with by a woman! I heard you're not even my legal wife!"
Hong Feng led his men in alternating attacks and attempts to persuade others to surrender, disrupting morale through various means.
Zhi Junyuan remained steadfast. He charged into battle several times, sustaining injuries, and hastily bandaged himself, appearing rather careless. But compared to the soldiers who had already died, being alive was a matter of dignity.
Compared to Hong Feng's earnest words, the man who was not good with words only had one sentence.
He stood on the city wall, raising his sword. His face was covered in blood, but his eyes shone with starlight, displaying the unwavering spirit of a man who would die for his cause.
"My comrades, we are the men of Grand Tutor Guan! She can fight against a thousand men single-handedly and take the enemy general's head amidst the chaos of battle! Let's not disgrace her! Today we will fight to the death, and even if we die in battle, we will never retreat a single step!"
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