Everything in his life was in vain, except for her, who was truly etched in his heart. So why should he let go? He would rather die than let go.
But... he couldn't bear to destroy her, so... he could only destroy himself.
With a clatter, he released his grip, a smile on his face, and the sword fell straight to the ground.
Seeing that he had truly given up resisting, allowing the lurking swords and blades to pierce through his body, Zheng Quchi was almost driven mad.
She was naturally indifferent to emotions. To put it bluntly, in her previous life, she probably would have spent her whole life working and still not gotten married, because she felt that having a family would be too much of a burden. In addition, she had never met her true love, so she had no hope for love at all.
After transmigrating, she was forced into marriage by the state, and now he's forcing her to start a relationship... She has no choice but to continue?
Obviously not.
Zheng Quchi asked herself, if she were to spend her life with Yuwen Sheng, would she feel resentful? If she had just transmigrated to this world, she might have, but now she didn't seem to have much of a resistance.
Anyway, her career, marriage, and future prospects are already inextricably intertwined with him, so she might as well just go for it. After all, she's already married, and besides, the reputation of a widow is too awful...
Besides, what will happen to her if he dies? She doesn't have three heads and six arms; she's not going to be chopped into pieces by the Northern Abyss Army.
"Live! Yuwen Sheng, I want you to live!" Zheng Quchi said through gritted teeth.
Upon hearing this, Yuwen Sheng reacted swiftly. He rushed over, grabbed her from the ground, and simultaneously drew his longsword. With a leap, he slashed down a group of Northern Abyss cavalrymen, seized their warhorse, and then pulled her around the waist, sitting down with her.
Zheng Quchi felt a sudden jolt, and he was now firmly seated on horseback, with Yuwen Sheng behind him.
She was still a little dazed when she heard him say, "I'm only giving you this one chance to choose. You can't go back on your word."
He tightened the reins and pulled, turning the horse around. The black-armored cavalry behind him assembled and formed ranks. On the chaotic and vast battlefield, the wind howled and the snow fell heavily. The golden-armored general, riding a strong warhorse and holding a sharp longsword, led his cavalry like an iron torrent charging into the enemy ranks.
Their horses' hooves thundered through the sky. Gongshu Jiruo watched as the Ye army, thanks to Yuwen Sheng's presence, once again rose in high spirits and responded to his call.
Witnessing Yuwen Sheng and Zheng Quchi forge a bond of brotherhood on the battlefield, his heart felt as if it had been slashed by a sharp weapon, bleeding profusely, yet it was also forcibly gripped by a powerful force, keeping his body upright. He trembled as he closed his eyes.
"Ignore them and focus all your efforts on breaking through the Ye army's trenches."
At this time, Hou Feiqing had brought back Pu Jiadi's body, which was in a very tragic state, cut in two, making it unbearable to look at.
"I never expected him to be so impulsive. Even when Yuwen Sheng is suffering from the effects of the Gu poison, he is still a formidable and terrifying opponent. How could he possibly be easily ambushed? Now he has been turned on by the enemy, which is truly tragic."
Hou Feiqing wasn't too sad. To be honest, their relationship was just so-so, no, perhaps even worse. But the fact that his death affected the entire battle situation was something Hou Feiqing didn't want.
The soldiers currently fighting are Pu Jiadi's men, and there is no tacit understanding or trust between them. Therefore, before panic and unease spread, the best course of action is to accelerate the offensive and win the war as soon as possible.
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On the other side, anxiously awaiting news from the front lines, Fu Rong forced himself to calm down and, as instructed by his wife, set up catapults on the steep, mountain-like slope.
There are some considerations when choosing this location: it must be close, safe, and have a clear view.
Catapults were already in service with the army, used only to finish off crossbowmen and to assist soldiers in close combat by wearing them down and disrupting archers.
Fortunately, Zheng Quchi's catapult was an improvement over the traditional kind. It was lighter to move but could be thrown farther. It also had a lock-on feature and a loader for changing the catapult.
Now the catapult was moved and transported to a higher place. After he arranged the personnel, he began to aim it at the "Iron Horse" direction. The soldiers below carried water up one by one with tarpaulins, and he then used the wooden ladles arranged on the catapult to launch it out.
The water transported from the rear camp had to be boiled again in a pot to ensure it was piping hot. This process didn't take much time, since the water that was initially transported was hot water.
The purpose was to splash hot water on the "iron horse".
At first, Fu Rong thought the lady was joking. How could water be enough to deal with the "iron horses"? What a joke! They couldn't even use cannons and arrows, yet a little water would do the trick.
He didn't believe it... but he did it anyway.
...because he questioned his own judgment; he didn't understand, but that didn't mean the matter was doomed.
However, the timing of the watering is very important. Zheng Quchi mentioned that there must be plenty of water, and the watering should be repeated repeatedly to ensure thorough saturation.
Therefore, Fu Rong ordered his soldiers to disperse and withdraw, so as not to block the way, while he patiently waited until the enemy's "iron horses" reached the vicinity of the trench before taking action.
To be honest, this decision was very risky; it was like hanging your head on your waistband and dangling it around.
If this method fails and the enemy successfully crosses the trench and reaches the area where they have set up defenses, then all they will face is a rout and a hasty retreat.
Fu Rong encouraged himself: "I can definitely do it, I can definitely do it. It won't work if I don't try, only by trying will there be hope!"
Everyone held their breath and waited for the Beiyuan Army to lay out the planks. Just as they were about to cross, Fu Rong seized the opportunity and quickly gave a signal, ordering all the catapults to fire simultaneously.
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