Chapter 167 As the Months Grow Larger, Connecticut is Conquered
Ding Zhaoye was overjoyed upon hearing this, and his voice became even more firm and cold: "Your son will certainly live up to your expectations, Father."
Jiang Song looked at this scene of fatherly love and filial piety, a glint of light flashed in his eyes, and then he lowered his eyes.
May, the fourteenth year of the Taikang era.
The weather is gradually getting warmer.
Ji Shu endured the morning sickness, and her belly swelled up like an inflated balloon every day, which terrified Chunzhi every time she saw it.
As the pregnancy progresses, I find it difficult to sleep, often needing to get up at night and experiencing cramps.
Chunzhi sleeps on a small couch not far away every night, afraid that the young lady might have an accident when she gets up at night. She is already seven months pregnant and will give birth in less than two months.
She dared not relax for even a day.
That morning, after finishing her breakfast, Ji Shu, heavily pregnant, took a slow walk around the mansion. Old Master Sheng said that as she approached her due date, she should move around more each day and not eat too much, lest the fetus become too large and the delivery become difficult.
Therefore, she followed the doctor's advice and, having nothing to do these days, asked Grandpa Sheng to pick out some simple medical books for her, which she read and pondered as she went.
Perhaps because they had been dealing with aromatherapy herbs for many years, the two could chat for a few minutes when Grandpa Sheng came to take his pulse.
As she walked, she asked, "Did the grain and fodder we sent last time arrive safely?"
Chunzhi nodded. "It was escorted by Changwu himself, so there shouldn't be any mistakes. All the grain we prepared in Chongzhou has been sent to the front lines. Madam, are you really not keeping any for yourself?"
Ji Shu was tired from walking, so she sat down on a stone bench in the pavilion and gently fanned herself with a round fan: "That amount of grain is more than we could eat for several lifetimes. If this world were to be taken over by a villain like Ding Wei, who knows how many people would suffer."
"Consider it as doing good deeds for the baby in my belly." She gently stroked her belly, a slight smile playing on her lips.
Suddenly feeling a slight push against her palm, Ji Shu exclaimed, "He's kicking me!"
Chunzhi immediately smiled, "Young master must have heard what Madam said."
I could feel that slight tapping in my palm. I could already clearly feel the fetal movements when the baby was five months old, and now they are becoming more frequent and stronger.
At the same time, what made her feel helpless and lost was that she actually felt reluctant to part with the child.
He closed his eyes and said softly, "Let's go back, I'm a little tired!"
Chunzhi looked at the lady with a hesitant expression, unable to understand why the lady was unwilling to stay despite the peaceful and idyllic scene.
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Outside Connecticut.
Pei Yanzhi gripped his spear, squinting at the guards on the city gate. The moment had finally arrived. He gave a deep order: "Attack the city!"
The sound of horns mingled with the sand and dust. Ding Zhaoye stood on the city wall, staring intently at the figure in front of the Yanzhou army formation—the commander-in-chief of Yanzhou.
That was the man who was called a god, and also the person his father feared most.
He chuckled coldly and shouted, "Whoever beheads their commander will be granted the rank of Second-Rank General! Kill them!"
Arrows flew incessantly from the front. Pei Yan retreated half a step, and the infantry in front raised their shields to block them. The battle raged fiercely.
As the two sides clashed, the number of soldiers who died would only increase. Connecticut was more treacherous than other cities and extremely difficult to attack.
This is also why Pei Yanzhi had his eye on this land a long time ago, but hadn't taken any action yet.
Lu Changming stepped forward and said, "My lord, such a strong attack may not be able to break through. I am willing to lead a small team of elite troops to break through from the side."
"No need." Pei Yanzhi raised his hand to stop him, his gaze sweeping over the soldiers falling one after another, his expression cold and stern. "A daytime assault won't work; we'll rest and regroup tonight before coming back."
He said in a deep voice, "Order—retreat!"
"retreat--"
Ding Zhaoye watched from the city wall as the Yanzhou army retreated after only a short time fighting, and asked his strategist beside him in confusion, "How long has it been since they started fighting, and they've already retreated?"
The strategist thought to himself, "Perhaps they're afraid because they think they can't win?"
Ding Zhaoye always felt that something was amiss. How could a man whom his father was so wary of be so easily timid?
However, he dared not rashly leave the city to pursue them.
It was precisely because they failed to pursue them that General Mason led 30,000 elite troops to quietly arrive that night while the people of Connecticut were still fast asleep.
Breaking into the city through a weak point in the defenses, Ding Zhaoye's 50,000 elite troops had nowhere to retreat and were caught off guard.
"My lord, you must leave now, or it will be too late. Kangzhou will fall!" The general beside him escorted him all the way, wanting him to leave as soon as possible.
Just as the group fled in panic to the lakeside on the outskirts of the city, trying to find a boat to escape, countless sharp arrows flew out.
Before long, Ding Zhaoye heard a series of muffled thuds beside him, and the soldiers around him fell down one after another like puppets with broken strings.
He retreated in alarm, but the flames were already closing in from all directions.
The Yanzhou army had been waiting there for a long time.
Only then did Ding Zhaoye realize the extent to which he had underestimated his opponent.
Lu Changming looked at the boy in front of him, who was about the same age as his own young master, and smiled contemptuously, "Ding Wei has no one else to use, so he sent such a greenhorn."
The soldiers around him burst into laughter, and Ding Zhaoye's face turned red with anger and shame.
All that could be heard was the creaking sound of footsteps on tree branches. The crowd parted to make way for Pei Yanzhi, who slowly walked over, stepping on the broken branches and leaves.
The soldiers bowed in unison and called out, "Our lord!"
Ding Zhaoye looked up and saw that the man was tall and imposing, wearing only a black robe, with a resolute and sharp face, and holding no weapon in his hand.
He stands before people with his hands behind his back, yet he exudes the aura of a thousand troops.
Pei Yanzhi sized him up. "Are you Ding Wei's son?"
Ding Zhaoye gritted his teeth, unwilling to show weakness: "So what? Do you want me killed or tortured?"
Pei Yanzhi glanced at him indifferently, as if he didn't look down on him at all: "Tie him up."
After saying that, he turned and left.
Lu Changming gave a signal, and his men immediately stepped forward and tied up Ding Zhaoye.
"Hey, this trip was quite fruitful, we captured Ding Wei's son alive."
Ding Zhaoye's face turned fierce. "Let me go! Don't even think about using me to threaten my father. I'm telling you, absolutely not!"
Lu Changming stepped forward and patted his face, making a loud "slap slap" sound.
"Your father was a tyrant in Hanzhong, but I never expected him to send such an ignorant brat like you, who knows nothing about military strategy, to his death. It seems your father is nothing special after all!"
After saying that, she didn't bother to listen to his continued insults, so she grabbed a dirty towel and stuffed it into his mouth, then had him taken away.
Pei Yanzhi walked into the dense forest, looked up at the moonlight in the night sky, and Wu Yang followed at the right time, calling out softly, "My lord!"
"The capture of Connecticut this time was easier than I had imagined."
Wu Yang said, "I didn't expect Ding Wei to send his son here. What does my lord intend to do with him?"
Pei Yanzhi said calmly, "It depends on how much weight this son carries in his heart. If he is not important, then kill him. If he is of some importance, then keep him."
"yes."
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