There were also the alcohol swabs that Long'er used to filter at home. It seems Fengyuelou is quite wealthy, letting their own children waste cotton and alcohol. But they were really useful; after stitching up injured animals, there were almost no wound infections.
"Mother, go home first and call some of the embroiderers over, then go to Huaxuetang to find Aunt He and ask her to bring over all the wine that Long'er got before."
"Alright, then I'll go ahead first. You stay here by yourself... be careful."
The sounds of fighting rose outside the wall. Lady Hou did not want to leave her daughter, but there was no other way at this time. As long as she went and returned quickly, Xiangxiang should be fine.
Before the group from Fengyue Tower went up the city wall, Zhao Tanhua and the Miao youth asked the woman in front of them the same question at the same time.
"Ah Cen, what if, I mean what if, what about the grudges in the capital?"
"Liu Xu, what if we don't come back? What will happen to your stepmother? Are we just going to let it go like that?"
"Then forget it, we'll talk about it in the next life. But if it ever comes true, I'll have to trouble Zhao Tanhua to accompany me on my journey to the underworld."
Today, A-Cen was dressed in black soft armor, holding an exquisite iron fan in her hand, still wearing that black cloak, and her hair was tied up high, just like when Zhao Kai first met her, unrestrained and flamboyant.
This was an expression that Ah Cen had never shown in her mature form. Today, everyone at Fengyue Tower, or rather, all the people of Pingyang County, were fighting this battle with the mindset that if they could survive, they would start over in their next life.
Manager Zhao smiled, and just like when he helped Wang Zheng with his wedding that year, he bowed to the woman in front of him and said...
"To be able to go to the Yellow Springs with you is the greatest fortune of my life."
The two men smiled at each other and led the way up the city wall.
The girl, who had been questioned by her master about her family's feud, turned to the young man who had just confessed his feelings for her and said gently...
“In this life, there are always some things that are more important than anything else. Regardless of the past, what matters most to me now are the sisters of the brothel, the city wall beneath my feet, and then... you.”
After saying that, the girl gently kissed the beauty mark on Miao Cuifang's cheek.
In these times of war and chaos, countless men and women are preparing for their final farewell. All notions of strict separation between men and women, and elaborate rituals, seem utterly insignificant at this moment.
She... kissed me.
The Miao youth, his cheeks flushed, quickly walked up to Liu Xu, took her hand, and said...
"Me too, you are the most important person in my heart."
He didn't dare to even glance at her, yet he was willing to live and die with her without hesitation.
One by one, the city's defenders fell around him. The Xiongnu raised the ladders to scale the walls and desperately attacked, trying to tear a gap in them. Many of the soldiers who had fought alongside Young Master Zhou were missing, and his sword had also been chipped.
"Dad, I told you to take Mom with you and leave, but now look what happened, neither of us can leave."
"You little brat, you're trying to tell your father what to do? We men of the border city will never stand by and watch the Xiongnu break through our city, we will never be deserters!"
Zhou Ning'an was exhausted. The man, who had been fighting fiercely for nearly an hour, had bloodshot eyes. Just as the Hun's scimitar was about to strike his heart from behind, a jade pen swept across, and the Hun fell lifeless. The girl twisted her wrist and kicked out in mid-air, sending the enemy soldier crashing down from the city wall.
"Zhi...Zhihua?"
The cold light emanating from the girl's white armor mirrored her current expression. Young Master Zhou had never seen Zhihua with this look before, and hadn't even had time to consider why Zhihua was so skilled.
The two men continued their attacks without stopping, slaying the Xiongnu as they spoke.
"Zhou Ning'an, I just want to hear you explain yourself what you mean by telling me to find someone else!"
"..."
Young Master Zhou dared not utter a word, but instead stood behind the girl, constantly drawing and sheathing his sword to finish off the struggling enemies on the ground for her.
At this point, Zhou Ning'an was no longer tired; all he could think about was how to explain things.
"Open your mouth!"
The man obeyed, swallowing a pill. In that instant, Young Master Zhou felt his trembling hands could hold on for another day and night. He watched as his son, who usually held his own opinions, didn't dare utter a single word in front of the young woman.
Master Zhou snorted coldly.
Zhihua turned around, and her jade brush, like a sharp arrow, pierced straight through the throat of the Xiongnu, splattering blood.
The crimson lines that spread along the jade pen's patterns gave it a slightly sinister feel, and the mottled marks on the girl's cheeks and armor matched perfectly with the weapon in her hand.
The girl parted her thin lips slightly, her voice carrying a hint of coldness as she spoke.
"Mr. Zhou, Mrs. Zhou is waiting for you downstairs."
"..."
Zhihua tossed Zhou Ning'an another ginseng pill, instructing him to give it to Master Zhou. After all, he was getting old and his strength was not as good as the young people. It would be best if he could go down and help as soon as possible, since there were so many wounded soldiers up there. Even if they were carried one by one, it would take some time.
Zhang's mother swung her iron hammer with great force, forcing the enemy troops attacking the city gate to scatter and create an open space.
"Close the city gates!"
The breached city gates closed again, and the people standing on the city wall looked down at the densely packed, seemingly endless Xiongnu below, and understood why the enemy army had breached the city almost instantly.
There are too many people.
The garrison in Pingyang County numbered only three thousand, and this was only recently transferred by Wang Zheng as the war approached. Meanwhile, the Xiongnu below numbered at least ten thousand.
"Why are there so many Xiongnu people here?" Cen Ang asked Wang Zheng beside him.
"They must have come from deep in the mountains," the prefect replied.
"The border troops didn't discover it?"
"They started fighting a few days ago. General Xiao sent me a message yesterday that the Xiongnu have amassed an army of 50,000 to press on the border."
"The Xiongnu wanted to cut off the border troops' food supplies and threaten them with their relatives to force them to surrender."
Wang Zheng frowned. The people of Fengyuelou gave him a brief respite, but soon the Xiongnu's attack would become even more ferocious and aggressive.
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