"It's too dangerous there."
Shen Yan hesitated, not really wanting Meng Qingluan to go to the front lines.
There, the fighting was fierce and bloody, and everyone was too busy protecting themselves. Even if he was confident of winning the battle, he was afraid that the indiscriminate swords would hurt her.
He had just experienced the joy of losing something and then regaining it, and he didn't want to go through it a second time.
"I'll stay in the back; my martial arts skills are enough to defend myself, so don't worry." Meng Qingluan finished speaking and urged him, "Don't waste time. Why are you being so indecisive?"
"..."
Shen Yan glanced into the distance, resolutely mounted his horse, and handed his hand to Meng Qingluan.
"Come on up!"
"good."
Meng Qingluan handed him her hand, put one foot on the stirrup, and then smoothly mounted the horse.
The effects of the drug hit Li Zhanjue again, and he was taken back to the carriage waiting in Panyuan City.
Some of the bodyguards accompanying them were skilled in medicine.
…
Shen Yan rode ahead, followed closely by his personal guards on horseback.
Meng Qingluan sat in front of Shen Yan, held in his arms. The cold wind carrying snow felt like knives scraping her face, stinging her.
She subconsciously squinted and gripped the saddle tightly beneath her.
She had to suspect that Shen Yan put himself first in order to find a natural windshield.
Just then, a hand reached out and placed half of a fox fur collar on her cheek to protect her from the wind and snow.
Meng Qingluan raised one hand to cover her mouth, and a muffled voice of curiosity came from inside the fox fur coat.
"Thank you. But aren't you wearing armor? Where did this come from?"
"I picked it up from the ground."
"..."
She said her fox fur scarf was missing, thinking it had been blown to pieces by a bomb, but it turned out that Shen Yan had picked up the fragments.
The snow on the horizon rose rapidly, creating white smoke that obscured half the sky.
Several warhorses galloped past, breaking through the darkness of the night. The army on the city wall stood in neat rows, their expressions resolute, yet their eyes held a mixture of confusion and expectation.
A dark mass of enemy troops appeared like a tide on the snowy plains of the north, with catapults set up behind the lines and siege ladders reflecting a cold, icy light.
Everyone's eyes lit up when they saw Shen Yan.
Shen Yan dismounted, and Meng Qingluan followed him up the city wall.
"How is the battle going?"
Shen Yan walked through the army and went straight to Eunuch Li's side to ask.
"Yes, everything is proceeding according to plan. We have lured the enemy here."
"Um."
Shen Yan didn't speak again, but stood aside, his gaze fixed on the city wall below, just like the soldiers standing guard behind him.
Meng Qingluan stood beside him the whole time, without saying a word, her gaze shifting back and forth between the two as they exchanged questions and answers.
After the two finished speaking, her gaze naturally fell on the city wall.
She didn't understand tactics; after all, she was born in a peaceful era and had little opportunity to fight, nor had she attended any military academy.
All we can do is remain silent, ask few questions, and refrain from offering opinions without knowing the facts.
The man talking to Shen Yan looked somewhat familiar.
Li Zhanlan had told himself that Shen Yan had already joined forces with the leader of the Golden Horde Ayek tribe on the border to quell the rebellion.
Seeing the man's attire, she immediately recognized him as the leader, and became even more curious as to why he looked so familiar.
I feel like I've seen this somewhere before...
"It's been a long time since I've seen you. Madam Shen is still as healthy and lively as ever. You're very lucky to have such a long life."
Meng Qingluan was frantically comparing his face to people she had seen before when she suddenly heard him greet her.
She turned to look at him, smiled politely, and said, "Thank you. But, do we know each other?"
Why does she always feel like this person is being sarcastic or sarcastic towards her?
Who would greet someone upon first meeting them by saying they're incredibly lucky and have a long life? Heh heh heh...
"Madam Shen, you really have a bad memory. We met at the gate of the mansion before, didn't we?"
Meng Qingluan frowned.
Back in the capital, she used to spend her days chatting and gossiping with the vegetable vendors at the gate of the mansion, and had long since infiltrated the village's intelligence network.
I've seen plenty of people, who is he?
Seeing that she still seemed lost in thought, even the best of tempers would falter, and he reminded her again.
"You and Lord Shen have returned from Baoxiang Temple."
"Eunuch Li...?!"
Meng Qingluan tentatively uttered three words, and upon seeing the other party nod, she suddenly raised her hand to cover her mouth.
This world is just a giant disguise.
Even a eunuch who appeared around her was a tribal chief.
The old lady selling vegetables... could she also have some amazing background?
“It’s me. It seems you haven’t forgotten, Madam.”
"Ashina, it seems you're not very worried?"
Chen Yan glanced at him coldly.
Ashina shut his mouth, turned around, and raised an eyebrow as he looked down at the city.
—Suddenly, a thick, all-encompassing snow fog rose from the darkness. The rebels' crimson banners slowly appeared, and the heavy infantry phalanxes brought with them a deafening thud.
"Kill! Kill!"
They followed closely behind a small group, like dogs, biting hard and not letting go easily, constantly shouting.
That small group of soldiers, each holding a torch, stood out conspicuously in the darkness, like a wildfire that could start a prairie fire.
As they approached the city gate, the gate opened, and the firelight disappeared.
"Release the arrows!"
At Chen Yan's command, torches were lit beneath the city wall, illuminating the darkness and giving the impression of being in daylight.
A hail of arrows rained down, and the rebel soldiers fell screaming. In the chaos, the soldiers below the city walls frantically tried to turn back and escape, dodging the dense rain of arrows.
However, there were too many people, and most of the soldiers in front were already surrounded and had no time to retreat. One after another, they were hit by arrows and fell to the ground.
Don't look.
Meng Qingluan was watching with great excitement when a large hand suddenly covered her eyes, instantly blocking her view.
Meng Qingluan dodged his hand with a swift movement, "Still dare to talk back and say you didn't see anything?"
Chen Yan: "..."
That's not how it's described in the storybooks.
The female lead shouldn't be so moved that she throws herself into the male lead's arms and then casually says, "With you, I'm not afraid of anything."
never mind…
He shouldn't expect to apply the mindset of an ordinary woman to his Luanluan.
The soldiers below the city wall were in chaos when suddenly a large number of cavalry arrived. The leading general used his sword to cleave the incoming arrow in two and shouted sternly.
"A bunch of cowards! Charge! We outnumber them, and they have a limited number of arrows. If we take this city, the Emperor will reward you with official titles and ranks! Anyone who dares to retreat even a step today will be killed on the spot!"
"..."
As soon as the general spoke, the soldiers who had initially wanted to retreat turned around and rushed back.
Chen Yan took out a bow and arrow, with three arrows on the crossbow. He drew the string and released the bow.
Seeing this, Meng Qingluan looked around and found an extra bow and arrow behind her.
Returning to her original position, she had learned archery in the real world. After a brief adjustment to the weight of the bow and arrow, she drew the string and released it, hitting the target once again.
"..."
Meng Qingluan became more and more skilled, and later she was even able to shoot two arrows with one hand. She was extra careful each time and hit the target every time.
Chen Yan's bowstring was still vibrating slightly, and three arrows had already pierced the throat of the enemy general a hundred paces away.
He reached for the arrow again, but suddenly heard a whooshing sound in his ear—
"Whoosh!"
A white feather flew past him at lightning speed, piercing precisely between the eyebrows of an enemy soldier.
The arrow was shot crookedly, seemingly weak, but in the end it hit the target accurately.
It's like a cripple playing Cuju (ancient Chinese football); all the steps are incorrect, but the result is perfect!
Chen Yan suddenly turned around.
Meng Qingluan stood quietly not far from him, her black hair blowing in the cold wind, revealing a section of her fair nape, which could no longer be called fair, as it still bore traces of ash from being smoked.
The longbow in her hand was simple and unadorned, the kind used by ordinary soldiers, but her nocking posture was very nimble, and she mastered it in less than an hour.
It must be admitted that her learning ability is astonishing.
"What are you looking at?"
She felt his gaze, and with an arrow in one hand, she turned back to ask him a question.
"That's amazing, I was stunned."
Chen Yan replied with a smile, taking out the three remaining arrows from behind his back and nocking them on the bowstring.
The two men simultaneously drew their bows and released them, and the arrows they fired struck the enemy.
Meng Qingluan turned her head, smiling triumphantly, "Little brat, I'll charm you to death."
"..."
So domineering, I love it.
The dense rain of arrows vanished at that moment, and the entire battlefield fell into an eerie silence the instant the arrow rain ceased.
Corpses lay strewn across the ground beneath the city walls, and blood flowed like a river.
Despite the heavy casualties suffered by the enemy, Shen Yan's expression remained tense, showing no signs of relaxation.
Before Meng Qingluan could even breathe a sigh of relief, her eyes widened at the sight in the distance.
—The dark mass of enemy troops surged forward once again, three times more than before. The hooves of the heavily armored cavalry trampled the broken arrows and mercilessly trampled on the corpses of their comrades, leaving a bloody mess.
Seeing this scene, Meng Qingluan felt a chill run down her spine.
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