“Since the Lady is here to guard the fortress, let me lead the troops to meet the enemy!” Wei Yao said to Zheng Quchi with a look of heroic sacrifice.
Upon hearing this, Fu Rong was filled with admiration and pity. He stepped forward, patted Wei Yao on the shoulder, and said with deep sorrow, "...Don't worry, I will take good care of your family from now on."
Wei Yao's forehead veins throbbed, and he immediately kicked out, yelling, "Get lost! I'm not dead yet!"
Zheng Quchi clenched his fist and pressed it to his lips, then cleared his throat: "Ahem."
The two who had been chasing each other immediately stood up straight. The earlier banter was just an attempt to relieve the heavy pressure they were under.
Over the years, the few battles between Ye and Beiyuan have mostly ended in defeat and draws. Even with Yuwen Sheng in command, they rarely had a chance to win, let alone now that their generals and commanders are not present...
The more they thought about it, the more discouraged they became, so they had to stop and try to cheer themselves up.
"Don't be afraid. Although your general is not here, his wife is still here." She turned her head and said to them with a light smile.
Wei Yao looked at her and saw that her bright and clear eyes were as if even the biggest storms and waves had vanished, and her expression was so calm and serene.
Fu Rong looked at her in the same way, and felt that when the lady said these words, it was as if a strange power had taken root in his heart. His feigned composure and his inner fear and timidity were all forgiven and tolerated by her.
The deafening vibrations in their ears were like the earth's crust being struck and trembling in the distance, just like their hearts.
We cannot retreat, not even a single step!
If dying in battle is their destiny, then at least while they are alive, they will do everything in their power to protect those behind them.
"Madam, please give the order!"
The two stood separately, clasped their hands and bowed their heads.
Their voices, like steel tempered and refined through fire, were resolute and resounding. The soldiers waiting below the fortress knelt on one knee, pleading, "Please give the order, General!"
The soldiers assigned to this desolate border post have been stationed here year after year like pine trees. Their skin is cracked and their hair is dry from the wind and frost and the barrenness. They are covered in dust and dirt and always look dusty.
But their spirit is like this yellow earth, never giving up, no matter how strong the wind and sand, it will still spring back to life.
Standing on high, Zheng Quchi's eyes remained unwavering despite the strong wind. She asked, "Do you all still remember the positions, flag commands, and formations we used in training?"
Some time ago, Zheng Quchi personally came to the fortress to set up the positions. He did not give a detailed account of the placement of the positions, but required every soldier to remember the position he was to stand in.
Training includes running intensive training, physical fitness training, command recognition exercises, basic equipment familiarization training, team cooperation training, and more.
After nearly a month of intensive training, she dispatched these 300-plus people to the fortress to prepare for war. However, they did not know the specific purpose of Zheng Quchi's training. To prevent her secret weapon from being exposed prematurely and being monitored or discovered by spies, everything was carried out in a blind-and-touching environment.
"Remember--"
The hundreds of soldiers gathered below responded in unison.
Inspired by the imposing manner and force of the voice, Zheng Quchi couldn't help but raise his voice as well, asking, "Your mission is to halt the Beiyuan army at the border moat of Wubao when the main force in the garrison city arrives, and never allow the enemy to set foot on the land of Ye! Now I ask you, do you have confidence?"
The soldiers were stunned.
The Ye Kingdom army that rushed in from a few miles away, based on their past experience, must have numbered at least tens of thousands, if not hundreds of thousands. With only a few hundred men, how could they possibly defend themselves?
Is it fate?
No way, their lives wouldn't even last one round, would they?
So what do they use to build confidence?
It collapsed, this section completely collapsed. After a deathly silence, a few scattered voices finally responded: "I have confidence..."
Zheng Quchi: "..."
If you really lack confidence, just stay silent when asked; there's no need to force it.
She knew exactly what they were thinking. She straightened her expression and suddenly said in a serious and deep voice, "Blue Team, step forward!"
With a rustling sound of armor, about fifty agile and tall soldiers stepped out of the ranks with the speed of leopards.
"Blue Team, listen up!"
Wei Yao and Fu Rong immediately looked over and saw that the dozens of soldiers were dressed no differently from the other soldiers and had no special appearance. They looked like a random group that had just run out from a crowd. Since they were called the Blue Team, they should have some blue in their team colors, otherwise how could they tell that they were from the "Blue Team"?
But Zheng Quchi didn't seem to have these worries. She said, "I'll be in the blue zone in half a cup of tea's time. There can't be any delays!"
"yes."
The blue team turned around and lined up in two neat rows, running swiftly to the first floor of the fortress.
The castle was designed to be built around a cliff, similar to the curved architecture of a Roman stadium and the arched openings of a grotto. It had three layers of high walls, but was wider inside than outside.
"Red team, step forward."
With a "whoosh," several more rows of soldiers spontaneously stepped forward from the remaining ranks. This time there were more of them, so there was no need to look for "red" on them, because they were all dressed exactly the same, and only they could identify which team they belonged to.
"Go quickly to the gold section of the warehouse and move the items inside to the blue section's counter!"
"Red team, listen up!"
Wei Yao, who had been silently listening to Zheng Quchi's instructions, began to understand the situation. These hundreds of people had a clear division of labor, and because they were well-trained, they were able to carry out the secret codes spoken by the lady at the fastest speed before outsiders could even understand them.
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