The Concubine's Daughter Travels Through Time and Space and Takes the Road of Confrontation

Reaching out to hold down Da Jia, who was about to stand up to explain, Lu Yun stood up, stretched her muscles, and then—

"Look--!!!!" The voice stopped abruptly. Looking at the scene in front of him, Da Jia covered the cloth around his waist in fear and hid behind a tree.

Lu Yun knocked them all down in a few moves, and then began to strip their clothes one by one. As a result, although there were four disheveled men on the ground, Lu Yun had a piece of cloth in his hand that was long enough to hang himself on the hemp rope.

The four of them blushed and looked behind the tree, "Captain!!!"

"I'll leave the job of explaining to you." Lu Yun tied the cloth strip around her waist and stepped on the wooden board to try it out. This time it was indeed much more stable.

Da Jia trembled and said, "I'll try my best."

This time it went much more smoothly. In the second half, Da Jia and his four brothers stood on the paved bridge, holding the hemp rope and passing the board to Lu Yun. The suspension bridge with the added weight was more stable.

After finally laying the last plank, Lu Yun untied the cloth strips on her body and jumped onto the other side. The afterglow of the sun shone on the newly built suspension bridge, and the entire bridge emitted a soft orange glow.

Dajia was very excited. He put his hands on the hemp rope and shook it vigorously. The shaking amplitude was completely within the acceptable range. Then he took his four brothers to walk onto the suspension bridge and personally tested the strength of the suspension bridge. Even if they increased the speed, there was no problem at all.

Lu Yun did not go back with Da Jia. She planned to spend the night in a shack on the other side of the river, and now she had to find a way to get the horse over.

But after trying several times, the horse was unwilling to cross the river with her. Lu Yun had no choice but to blindfold the horse, plug its ears, and tempt it with the candy in her purse. Only then did she successfully lead it across.

As the sky grew darker, Lu Yun was surprised to find a large number of light spots slowly approaching from the other side of the river.

The merchant, carrying his bag, placed two torches on each bank of the river and said with a serious expression, "The young lady has given the order to cross the river now."

Lu Yun pondered for a moment, "Could it be that the Tartars are attacking?"

Da Jia did not answer this question because the large group following behind him had already started crossing the bridge.

The wooden planks creaked and the iron chains shuddered. First across the bridge were the ordinary soldiers, then General Lin, surrounded by his personal guards, then Lin Zhaoye, and finally some necessary baggage.

Lu Yun lay down again and had a good sleep. After resting for less than three hours, the Lin family army set off again.

"Give."

Taking the steamed bun handed to her by Da Jia, Lu Yun stuffed it into her mouth without saying a word.

"The young lady said you helped us a lot." Da Jia looked hesitant. "You are our benefactor. If I let you go to the battlefield to die, it would be repaying kindness with hatred."

Lu Yun put down the steamed bun and raised her eyebrows. "Brother Jia, I don't understand."

Da Jia coughed uncomfortably, his eyes evading. "Brother Wang, listen to me. The young lady has agreed to let you join the personal guard, but, uh—"

"I understand. I will treat myself as a decoration." Lu Yun nodded. "You don't need to say more."

Da Jia felt even more ashamed. It was every man's dream to make great achievements on the battlefield. Lu Wang was young but very capable and had helped them so much, but for some reason the young lady was always wary of him.

Lu Yun brushed off the residue on her hands and began to pack her things. "Brother Da Jia, why are you in such a hurry to leave?"

The merchant's face was solemn. "According to the news from yesterday, the Tartar army is only 200 miles away from the capital."

Lu Yun was surprised. "Is the news reliable?"

Da Jia nodded, his eyes filled with worry. "At our current pace, it will take us at least six days to reach Kyoto. Adding the delay in delivering news, even if the counties along the way recruit soldiers to resist, I estimate the Tartars will reach Kyoto soon."

Lu Yun's heart sank. "According to Kyoto's current defenses and military strength, how many days can it hold out?"

"Kyoto originally had 40,000 troops, and with the militia temporarily recruited from several surrounding counties, the total should be 80,000." Da Jia's expression relaxed a little. "It shouldn't be a problem to hold out for half a month."

Even so, Lu Yun still felt a little uneasy. "Is there still no trace of the South Vietnamese army?"

Da Jia was visibly in a dilemma, and was obviously still concerned about the relationship between Lu Wang and the Princess of Nanyue.

Lu Yun said with a worried look on her face, "Brother Jia, you still don't believe me. I've tried my best to build bridges and pave the way for you."

Da Jia's shoulders slumped when he heard this. He looked around and slowly approached Lu Yun, lowering his voice. "It is said that the Nanyue army has long been hiding in the mountains outside the capital. I don't know why the Nanyue prince has been sitting there and not showing up."

While the snipe and the clam fight, the fisherman benefits. Lu Yun held his forehead and sighed. No wonder Lin Zhaoye was so wary of her. Zhou Boli's behavior was indeed too suspicious.

But then again, regardless of right or wrong, if Nanyue had foolishly rushed to the front line against the Tartars, consuming a large number of troops, do you think the officials of the Qin Dynasty would have suggested to Emperor Wende that he take this opportunity to undermine the Nanyue Royal Palace and completely take over Nanyue.

Except for eating and sleeping, they spent the rest of their time on the road. During this time, only Da Jia occasionally spoke to her. The other members of the personal guards still remembered that Lu Yun had overturned their beds and snatched their belts, so they refused to pay any attention to Lu Yun.

Lu Yun felt at ease.

Until the fifth day, the team suddenly stopped.

Da Jia was called away by Lin Zhaoye. When he came back, his face was serious. A few people left again. Lu Yun frowned and watched their backs as they left. She decided to go out and find out if they didn't come back later.

Time passed minute by minute, and a few subtle sounds were heard outside the tent. Lu Yun opened her eyes in the darkness.

The wealthy merchant, dressed in night clothes, reported respectfully, "Miss, the Crown Prince of Nanyue has sent several groups of people out, and their whereabouts are unknown."

Lin Zhaoye frowned. "Which directions did these teams go?"

Da Jia thought for a moment and said, "When leaving the camp, everyone goes south."

"Going south?" Lin Zhaoye stood up and paced slowly. "The Tartars have arrived at the gates of Kyoto and will soon launch an attack. Half a month ago, I learned that His Majesty issued several decrees requesting that all prefectures and counties send troops to Kyoto. Could it be that Zhou Boli intends to use the same tactics again to block the route of reinforcements from the prefectures and counties?"

There were no more troops available in the north, and the southwest was under the control of South Vietnam. Lin Zhaoye's finger slowly slid across the map and finally landed on the east. His face changed slightly. "No, we came all the way from the east and didn't see any signs of conscription from the government!"

Da Jia was shocked. "But Your Majesty clearly..." "Could it be that someone interfered and killed the angel on the way?"

Lin Zhaoye's voice turned cold. "There's only one possibility, and I suspect that the people in Kyoto are still being kept in the dark."

"So what do we do now?" Da Jia's voice tinged with a subtle nervousness as he gazed at the figure in front of him. "We only have 7,000 men." On one side was the lurking Crown Prince of Nanyue, and on the other was the aggressive Tartars. If they acted rashly, they would be courting death.

An old man's voice sounded from behind him, "There is only one way to go now."

Lin Zhaoye turned around and stepped forward to support the old man. "Father, why are you here?"

General Lin was over sixty years old, his hair mostly white, and he leaned on an elm cane. He refused his daughter's offer of support and walked to the edge of the map. His old, cloudy eyes stared at a specific spot, his expression extremely complex, and he remained silent for a long time.

"Father?"