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

General Lin retracted his gaze, turned to look at his daughter, and motioned for others to leave first.

"Teruno, what do you think of South Vietnam?"

Lin Zhaoye helped his father sit down and said without hesitation, "All land under heaven belongs to the king. Nanyue is naturally part of our Qin Dynasty. The Nanyue prince's actions are worthy of death!"

"I once served with King Zhou Chong of Nanyue," General Lin said, lost in memory. "At that time, he was already a general, while I was only a junior officer. During the reign of Emperor Taizu, his prestige in the army was extremely high."

His father rarely mentioned the past, and Lin Zhaoye listened quietly.

"Emperor Taizu was born into a family of military commanders in the Later Tang Dynasty. In the latter years of the Later Tang Dynasty, Emperor Hui was brutal and cruel, frequently sparking public outrage and countless uprisings. Emperor Taizu took advantage of the situation, rebelling and eventually establishing the Qin Dynasty." General Lin paused before continuing, "As a result, Emperor Taizu was extremely wary of military commanders. Several of the great generals who followed Emperor Taizu later died or became disabled, with Zhou Chong being the only exception."

Lin Zhaoye couldn't hide his grief, "No wonder the Qin Dynasty's military generals have declined to this extent!"

"He petitioned Emperor Taizu to pacify Nanyue." General Lin's chest rose and fell slightly. "He left with only 10,000 men. At the time, Nanyue was home to dozens of local chieftains, large and small, and the situation was chaotic. He would have been in great danger of death if he had gone."

Lin Zhaoye fell silent.

"No one expected that Zhou Chong would not only survive, but in just three years he would end the secession in Nanyue. With a hundred thousand soldiers under his command, he was known as the King of Nanyue." General Lin's eyes flickered slightly. "However, all the generals who could rival Zhou Chong were slaughtered by Emperor Taizu. With the Chang family causing rebellion within the court, Emperor Taizu had no choice but to summon Zhou Chong to the capital to be enthroned."

"Father." Lin Zhaoye said with disappointment in his eyes, "We are ministers of the Qin Dynasty. The King of Nanyue does have ulterior motives."

General Lin looked into his daughter's eyes and said, "Zhaoye, although it has always been said that those who have accomplished great things have not been particular about trivial matters, if someone can be both respectful of the great and the minor matters, and is impeccable in both public and private matters, then this is the greatest blessing in the world."

Lin Zhaoye's face darkened slightly. "What exactly does father want to say?"

General Lin sighed softly, "As a military commander, it's enough to retire alive. Don't get involved in the dispute between South Vietnam and the Qin Dynasty."

Lin Zhaoye shook her head. "My daughter only wants to drive the Tartars back to the grasslands, but please, father, show me a way forward."

General Lin slowly stood up with the help of his cane. "When the nest is overturned, all the eggs will be broken. What good will it do to Nanyue if the city is destroyed? With the enemy at hand, Nanyue and the Qin Dynasty are in the same boat."

Lin Zhaoye was puzzled. "Father said that I should cooperate with the Crown Prince of Nanyue to fight the enemy together, but why did he send people to intercept the imperial edict issued by His Majesty to mobilize troops?"

General Lin walked to the table, a smile on his wrinkled face. "Firstly, he may not need it, and secondly, maybe he wants to avoid being caught in a trap."

The situation on the battlefield is ever-changing. Who can guarantee that the ally who was working together with you to fight the enemy the moment before will not draw his sword against you when your fighting power is weakened the next moment? Not to mention that his father Zhou Chong was a military general who survived the hands of Emperor Taizu.

When Lu Yun returned to the tent with her pants held up and feeling cold, she saw Da Jia sitting on her bed. She greeted him hastily, "You're back? It's getting late, go to bed, ah—" and then she yawned.

Da Jia narrowed his eyes and said, "It's the middle of the night, and Brother Lu Wang is not sleeping in bed. Why did you go out?" The other people who heard the conversation between the two looked at Lu Yun.

Lu Yun pointed to the hand holding up her pants and said, "I had a stomachache in the middle of the night, so I went out to relieve myself."

As he was speaking, the curtain was lifted, revealing another person who was also holding up his pants. Seeing that everyone in the room was looking at him, he said uncomfortably, "What's wrong? Why are you looking at me like that?"

Lu Yun yawned again, dragged Dajia away and laid him on the bed. "I'm so sleepy, go to sleep."

But most of the people didn't sleep that night because the guy with diarrhea kept coming in and out. The next day, only Lu Yun woke up refreshed and not affected at all.

The Lin family army moved their position again. Standing on this hill, they could already see the gray walls of Kyoto in the distance, as well as the Tatar camp only two miles away from the Kyoto city gate.

Lu Yun looked at Da Jia beside her and asked, "How many days have the Tartars been fighting?"

Da Jia was worried. "It's been seven days, but these are just minor fights that don't cause any harm. If the fighting continues like this, I don't know how long the city can hold out."

Lu Yun looked at the enemy's tent and pointed to a heavily guarded location. "What is that place?"

Looking in the direction of the finger, Da Jia narrowed his eyes and said, "That's the warehouse where the Tartars store their food and fodder."

Lu Yun said in a gloomy tone, "It would be great if we could burn these grains."

Da Jia snorted coldly and stood up. "Brother Wang, if we don't have food and fodder, the Tartars will eat us."

Cannibalism? Lu Yun followed his steps and asked, "How many people can they eat among 80,000 people?"

"If it's not enough, just rob and capture them." Da Jia said impatiently, "As long as they can survive, they will do it!"

Lu Yun's face turned grim. "Is there really no solution now?"

Da Jia punched the tree and said, "There is only one way, and that is to defeat them all at once and drive them back to the grassland completely!" But doing this is easier said than done.

The two men took a few steps forward, and suddenly heard shouts and cries that broke through the sky from behind them. Countless small dots poured out from the tents, and sharp arrows flew onto the walls of Kyoto like raindrops. Under the cover of the arrows, the people in the front row carrying ladders had already leaned the ladders against the city wall and climbed up one after another.

The leaders of the charge on both sides quickly changed, and the remaining men followed suit. By the afternoon, the bodies had piled thickly at the base of the city wall. Even from such a distance, Lu Yun could almost smell the lingering stench.

Everyone looked unhappy, but the chief account officer was slow to issue any orders.

The next day, the Tartars launched another fierce assault, their numbers significantly larger than the day before. Some had already scaled the Kyoto city walls, only to be quickly pushed back. Amidst the murderous aura that soared into the sky, deafening explosions echoed, and thick black mist drifted from the base of the city walls... When the smoke cleared, everyone saw that the previously intact city walls had been blasted into pits and holes.

"Miss, the Tartars have used explosives! What are we waiting for?" Da Jia paced back and forth anxiously. "Just because we are few in number, do we have to watch helplessly?"

Lin Zhaoye, sitting behind her desk, cast a cold glance. "Mr. Jia, sit down!" When everyone finally quieted down, she spoke in a deep voice, "I've invited you all here because I have something to discuss with you. I've decided to cooperate with South Vietnam."

Da Jia glared, "Cooperate with South Vietnam? Miss, this—"

"That's what father meant," Lin Zhaoye quickly interrupted him. "As you can see, we only have 7,000 men. If we want to win this battle, we have no choice but to cooperate with South Vietnam."

Da Jia looked unhappy and said no more. When everyone left, he got up and left.

"Dajia, wait a moment."

It was already getting dark. Lu Yun turned over and glanced at the still empty bed next to her, lost in thought. The sky had been gray and hazy today, just like the atmosphere in the military camp right now—depressing yet tinged with an indescribable sadness.

Lu Yun turned over again. The brother next to her was staring blankly at the tent above his head with red eyes, and holding a wrinkled red thing in his hands on his chest.

Lu Yun: “——” Oh, she should turn back.