Koi Fubao: Being loved by everyone on the road to escape from famine

The bonfires around were dotted around, reflecting the tired but tough faces of the soldiers. The occasional sounds of talking and laughing made the quiet night even warmer.

Passing by a campfire, several soldiers were sitting together, telling stories about their distant hometown, their tone full of longing for the future and longing for their families.

Xiao Zhixue stopped and listened quietly, feeling inexplicably moved.

She realized that in this land full of iron, blood, and sweat, behind everyone lies a love for life and a desire for ordinary happiness.

Seeing this, Fan Yanmu quietly walked aside and signaled the soldiers to continue. He stood behind Xiao Zhixue, guarding this rare peace.

His figure stretched out in the firelight, like an indestructible mountain, giving her silent support.

"Everyone has a soft spot in their heart, even in this environment."

Xiao Zhixue said softly, her eyes gently sweeping across the faces of the soldiers one by one.

These words seemed more like they were spoken to herself, reminding her how important it was to maintain kindness and warmth in her heart in these troubled times.

When Fan Yanmu heard this, a warm feeling surged in his heart. He turned to look at Xiao Zhixue, and when their eyes met, they understood each other tacitly.

In this turbulent world, although they are in different camps, they quietly build a bridge of understanding and trust because of their repeated interactions.

The night wind gradually rose, bringing a slight chill. Xiao Zhixue gathered her clothes. Seeing this, Fan Yanmu unconsciously took off his cloak and gently placed it on her shoulders.

This subtle action made the relationship between the two people seem to have inadvertently taken a step forward. No words were needed, their feelings were clear.

As the night deepened, the camp became quieter. Only the sound of the wind blowing through the tent and the occasional neighing of horses in the distance mixed together to form a nocturne of the frontier.

In such a situation, Xiao Zhixue and Fan Yanmu slowly returned to the tent, each falling asleep with their thoughts in their hearts, looking forward to the unknown challenges and hopes of tomorrow.

A hint of surprise flashed across Fan Yanmu's eyes. This sudden misunderstanding made him feel both surprised and amused.

The sunlight shone through the sparse clouds onto his face, adding a soft halo to the subtle embarrassment.

He coughed lightly, trying to adjust the atmosphere, and said: "Zhixue, I'm afraid you misunderstood something. General Gu and I have only met a few times and we respect each other, which is far from the friendship you said."

Hearing this, Xiao Zhixue raised a sly smile, as if she was teasing him on purpose, with a playful light flashing in her lively eyes.

"Alas, who can tell what's going on in this world? Sometimes, emotions grow silently, regardless of time, place, or gender."

As she spoke, she gently waved the fan in her hand, her posture elegant yet a little playful.

Fan Yanmu couldn't help laughing when he saw this, but in his heart he secretly admired Xiao Zhixue's open-mindedness and intelligence.

He shook his head and said seriously: "I am indeed grateful for General Gu's appreciation, but that is definitely not the feeling you imagine. As for my sexual orientation..."

He paused, his eyes becoming far-reaching. "Perhaps it seems out of place in this era, but I am not ashamed of it. It's just that the relationship between General Gu and I is just a simple comrade-in-arms and friend."

Just as the atmosphere between the two was gradually relaxing, a sharp horn blew suddenly from the city wall, piercing the silence like a sharp blade and tearing all the warm illusions into pieces.

Fan Yanmu's face was suddenly filled with seriousness, a kind of coldness that was unique to facing a battle.

He turned around quickly, his tone firm and urgent: "Zhixue, you and your family must return to the tent immediately, no matter what happens, don't come out."

Holding Xiao Zhixue's hand, Fan Yanmu almost half dragged and half pulled her to a safe place.

On the way, the soldiers rushed towards the city wall like a tide, everyone's eyes were full of determination and perseverance, and the weapons in their hands reflected a cold light in the sun.

The sound of war drums and the shouts of soldiers intertwined together to form a shocking picture of war.

Xiao Zhixue followed behind Fan Yanmu, her heart beating like a drum, but she forced herself to remain calm.

When she returned to the tent area, she realized that her hand was still tightly held by Fan Yanmu. The warmth and strength seemed to silently convey a message of reassurance.

The moment he let go of her hand, she saw a hint of worry in Fan Yanmu's eyes. It was concern for her and also a heavy premonition of the upcoming battle.

Before Fan Yanmu left, his gaze rested on Xiao Zhixue for the last time. His eyes were complex and deep, showing both trust and entrustment.

He turned hurriedly and his figure quickly disappeared on the way to the command center, while Shadow One and Shadow Two followed closely behind him, their steps firm and powerful, showing their absolute loyalty to their master.

Xiao Zhixue stood at the door of the tent, looking at the figure walking away, feeling mixed emotions.

Then, she resolutely turned around and walked into the tent, which was the harbor she needed to protect.

She began to get busy, checking the food and water reserves, and organizing medicines that could be used in emergencies. She did each task carefully and quickly, as if this could ease her inner anxiety and uneasiness.

When everything was ready, Xiao Zhixue sat in a corner of the tent, closed her eyes, and tried to calm herself down.

Deep in her heart, she had a little world of her own, and in that mental space, she checked her few but precious medications to make sure they were enough for any emergency that might arise.

This quiet but resolute preparation is the only way she can face the coming storm.

Fortunately, in this battlefield full of dangers, Xiao Zhixue's space ring is like a miniature medicine garden, with all kinds of rare and lush herbs.

She used this precious peaceful time to carefully prepare many unique secret medicines, each of which was the result of her hard work and wisdom, in preparation for an additional layer of protection for the upcoming tough battle.

Fan Yanmu and Gu Huairen stood tall on the top of the city wall, the biting wind mixed with a tense atmosphere blowing towards them.

The scene before them was terrifying. The dark mass of enemy troops was like a dark cloud looming over the city, so dense that it was estimated that the number of enemy troops under the city had easily exceeded 10,000, forming a suffocating sea of ​​people.

On the city wall, the morale of the defenders was high, and arrows were flying like a forest. When the bowstrings sounded, the rain of arrows was like a river pouring down from the sky. With the determination to defend their homeland, they rushed straight into the enemy camp.

Every arrow seems to have eyes, vowing to penetrate the enemy's defenses and defend this land.

However, the enemies of Dong Chu were well-equipped and held heavy iron shields, forming a defense line like a solid wall of steel, which kept out all the dense rain of arrows, as if they were indestructible.

To make matters worse, as ladders were erected, the enemy began trying to scale the city walls, posing a threat directly overhead.