Chapter 48 Hostages
When Guan Zhiwei, covered in blood, dragged the unconscious Burigude back, Liu Zhihua wanted nothing more than to kneel on the ground and shout three times, "A celestial maiden has descended to earth!"
She boasted that she could take the enemy general's head amidst the chaos of battle, but she actually managed to capture him alive.
She threw him to the ground, saying, "Now we can use him to negotiate with the Yan people."
"I'm afraid that won't work." Liu Zhihua rubbed his hands together, looking quite embarrassed. "Si Lang, he's been captured by the Yan people."
How embarrassing, so incredibly embarrassing.
Gao Huan closed his eyes, wishing he were dead. He was so useless, his body was too weak. In the fierce battle, he actually rolled off the vehicle and was captured by the enemy.
Once he was captured, his followers scattered like leaves in the wind. The soldiers immediately dispersed.
Now, fewer than five thousand soldiers have returned to the city.
Guan Zhiwei was so angry she almost laughed. So all the trouble I went through to get you was just to redeem you?
Then something very interesting happened.
Guan Zhiwei hung Burigude on the flagpole of the city wall as a deterrent.
Outside the city walls, the Yan people tied a cross to Gao Huan's chariot and displayed it to the public.
Then came the back-and-forth sending of messengers to engage in a war of words.
Guan Zhiwei wanted to cook Burigude in a large pot and share a portion of the soup with Balte.
Barthes wanted to skin Gao Huan alive and eat his flesh in a hot pot, but he could also serve a bowl to Guan Zhiwei.
Eventually, the two men were no longer satisfied with this verbal duel, and one began shouting insults from below the city walls while the other retaliated from the city walls.
He shouted, "I heard that this young man is your lover, and you killed his father to steal him—"
She shouted, "I can kill not only his father, I can kill your father too! To be honest, I'm only after you—"
"You don't need to kill my father. Just open the city gates, and I can marry you as Yan Zhi and give you an endless supply of roasted mutton."
"That's great! Then I'll come to your house for dinner and sleep at my lover's house. Get me a fast horse, please."
Barth laughed in anger: "You shameless, filthy woman!"
Guan Zhiwei clicked her tongue: "Why are you cursing me? Did I hurt your little heart?"
Such verbal battles are not a sustainable solution.
Batel knew very well that their advantage lay in speed; they could fight when they could and run when they couldn't. Being tied down under the city walls for too long would easily lead to trouble.
Either fight Guan Zhiwei, or leave quickly.
He couldn't abandon his father; his brothers were watching. Although he was his father's chosen successor, his other brothers were not to be underestimated.
In order to provoke Guan Zhiwei as soon as possible, his subordinates gave him a dirty trick.
Anyway, they captured a lot of Zhou people, dragged them to the front of the battle, killed them one by one, bled them, strung the corpses together, and hung them high.
Whether Guan Zhiwei is intimidated into surrendering or provoked into leaving the city for a decisive battle, the stalemate doesn't need to continue.
"This is a provocation tactic, sir, please don't fall for it," Liu Zhihua quickly warned.
Guan Zhiwei stood on the city gate, looking at the pools of blood and the headless corpse lying there, and smiled softly.
"Bring me a bow and arrow."
"I've heard that in your Great Zhou Dynasty there's a saying: 'No hen is allowed to crow.' Not only did you crow, but you crowed quite loudly! A woman, running wild in a war zone—are all the men in the city dead, leaving only women to take the lead? Or are they all men, penniless, willing to fawn over you? Are they all like this pretty boy, weak and powerless? Can't all the men in the army satisfy this wild woman?" Batel provocatively spouted nonsense. "If they can't satisfy you, then come find me, I..."
"Whoosh!"
Guan Zhiwei drew the bowstring taut, like a full moon, and with a whoosh, the arrow left the bow.
The arrow whistled through the air and pierced straight into his chest.
Gao Huan felt a sharp pain in his chest. Looking down, he saw an arrow stuck in his heart.
Blood trickled down his lip, and he couldn't utter a single word. His head lolled to the side, and he died, his body still firmly bound to the cross.
Batel first turned around in shock, seeing the man dead, then looked at the city wall in astonishment at how accurately he had aimed from such a distance.
At this distance, she could aim her arrow at herself.
What incredible arm strength and accuracy! He's a true marksman!
The entire army was in an uproar, their voices filled with disbelief.
Amidst the cacophony, the system repeatedly announced: "[Female lead's corruption level 100, initiating the heroine's revenge—Guan Zhiwei's real name is Guan Zhizhi, from the Yong'an Guan family…]"
"Shut up!"
Guan Zhiwei didn't have time to listen to nonsense at this moment.
The strong wind made the flags flutter, and her hair flew up with them. She leaned forward slightly, her hands on the city wall, and smiled deeply.
"Now your hostages are dead, while my hostages are still alive. Do you want to talk to me?"
Batel, having been preemptively attacked, tried to regain his momentum: "I will not negotiate with you. If you know what's good for you, hand over my father right now. If you dare to harm a single hair on my father's head, I will slaughter your entire city!"
Guan Zhiwei raised an eyebrow and shouted, "Bater, you've angered me."
Judging from her calm demeanor, she didn't seem angry at all.
But she said she was enraged.
She drew her killing dagger and slashed at the flagpole. The flagpole didn't break, but the rope on it snapped.
Bound up, Burigud fell straight down like a sack.
"Bang!"
His head was smashed open, and blood splattered everywhere.
"Father—" Several loud cries rang out one after another, filled with deep sorrow.
Liu Zhihua stared in disbelief: "You killed him first, then killed him again. What's your purpose? Doesn't that make it impossible to negotiate?"
"What the hell am I supposed to talk to him about?" Guan Zhiwei picked up her knife and turned to leave. "Are there enough people prepared at the secret door?"
"We've prepared everything as you instructed, but there are only a few hundred people, while there are two thousand outside."
Guan Zhiwei turned and left without looking back.
She didn't intend to negotiate at first; she was just using the negotiation as an excuse to draw out hatred. Once the hatred was fully aroused, they wouldn't run away.
That's right, she was just afraid they would run away from the beginning.
Cavalry are not good at attacking cities, but they are good at escaping.
The hatred level is now at its maximum.
As soon as the secret door opened, they rushed out.
The Yan people charged forward without a second thought.
The great battle between the two sides began immediately, with weapons clashing amidst flying dust.
Guan Zhiwei charged ahead, carrying the Killing Yang Blade at her waist and Liu Zhihua's halberd in her hand. She charged directly into the enemy camp, and within the range of her halberd, no one survived; they were almost all killed in a single encounter.
She didn't target anyone else, only Batel and his personal guards.
For a moment, no one dared to approach.
In a daze, Batel seemed to see Gao Yang rushing towards him.
"No, no, no, she's just a girl..."
He encouraged himself, "I can kill her in one fell swoop!"
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