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

The door curtain was lifted, and everyone sat up and stared at him. Da Jia rubbed his face in annoyance and said, "Why don't you all sleep? What are you doing?"

Just as everyone lay down, another person sat up. Da Jia moved his lips, sat down on the edge of the bed and began to take off his shoes.

Lu Yun pinched her nose and said in a muffled voice, "Brother Da Jia, there is a smell." Da Jia stood up resignedly and took the shoes out of the tent. If he didn't take them out now, they would still be outside tomorrow.

Da Jia lay straight in the quilt, without blinking for a long time, looking like he was worried about something.

Lu Yun lifted the quilt, stood up and walked out of the tent.

The wind on the mountain was stronger tonight than yesterday. The moon was mostly blocked by dark clouds, and even a few stars could not be seen. Lu Yun sat under a tree and looked at the Tatar camp in the distance. After a while, a pair of footsteps, neither light nor heavy, sounded behind her.

A figure sat aside, and Lu Yun made half an arm's length away. "Brother Dajia, why are you here?"

Da Jia muttered, "I can't sleep anyway, so I might as well go out for a walk."

"Brother Dajia, I've seen it for a long time." Lu Yun said calmly, "Your young lady must have secretly instructed you to watch me."

Dajia did not answer.

Lu Yun looked into the distance and said, "It's dark and windy tonight, and it's a shame not to go out and light a fire."

Da Jia was worried and said, "Lu Wang, please don't do anything stupid!"

There were a few crackling sounds of joints coming from the darkness. "Don't worry, Brother Jia, I'm just talking. It's you who—"

Lu Yun leaned over and punched the man's stiff body twice. "He looks like he has a lot on his mind."

No one answered for a moment.

"Eh?" Lu Yun stood up and took a step forward, her voice filled with urgency. "Something's wrong! Are the Tartars planning to attack the city at night?"

Suddenly a strong wind blew away the dark clouds that had been covering the moon. The moon was already setting in the west, and it was just past midnight.

It was the dead of night, but figures were moving around in the Tatar camp. From afar, it looked like long black dragons were advancing silently in the darkness.

A rough estimate put the number at tens of thousands. Attacking the city at night wasn't the best time, unless the Tartars had other plans. Just as this thought emerged, Lu Yun heard a deafening explosion. The city walls, already bombed during the day, were severely damaged again. Even more bizarre was the simultaneous appearance of several flames shooting up into the sky from within Kyoto.

Taking advantage of the natural camouflage of night, the Tatars launched an attack on Kyoto that was even more fierce than during the day!

Lu Yun tried to remain calm and grabbed Da Jia, who was about to run back to report the news. "If the Tartars come out in full force, the rear will definitely be relaxed. Seven thousand troops are more than enough. Make a decision quickly!"

As long as they could burn the Tartars' food and arsenals, it would be a sure win. If the Tartars failed to capture the city, they would have no choice but to retreat to Jizhou in disgrace.

Lu Yun galloped on his horse, his mind racing. If he did so, Nanyue would miss the best opportunity to seek credit and establish its independence.

But what if the Tartars succeeded in capturing Kyoto, looting and slaughtering the Qin Dynasty's royal family and nobles? Lu Yun gritted her teeth and cracked her whip. She had no choice but to take a gamble! If she won, everyone would be happy. If she lost, she would have to start all over again!

"Gee!" A figure like an arrow pierced through the boundless darkness and penetrated deep into the enemy's territory. He stopped his horse only half a mile away from the enemy. Lu Yun took out the red rabbit purse in her arms and hung it on the saddle.

Then he plunged into the night without looking back.

During the war, only old, weak and disabled soldiers remained in the barracks. Under the cover of darkness and the sounds of fighting on the front lines, Lu Yun narrowly avoided several checkpoints and finally entered the enemy camp.

With a palm strike, the man was knocked unconscious and covered under the firewood beside him. Lu Yun took off the armor on his body and put it on herself. This man should be a Han Chinese who was captured by the Tartars to cook. His clothes, which were full of the smell of oil smoke, barely fit him.

Lu Yun picked up the泔水袋 on the ground, hunched her neck and lowered her head as she walked quickly forward.

"Hey! Come here." A rough voice came from behind.

Lu Yun lowered her head and turned around, bending down and nodding, "What's the matter, Mr. Bing?"

The eight-foot-tall Tartar stood at the entrance of the tent like a small mountain. "Go, bring me a few more jugs of wine!"

Lu Yun nodded in agreement and left quickly.

Most kitchens are next to water sources. Lu Yun carried the泔水袋 and walked along the river, then saw a dilapidated house with a light on and an old man sitting outside.

When their eyes met, Lu Yun was frightened and broke out in a cold sweat, just when she was considering whether to strike first.

The old man's cloudy eyes moved, and he coughed softly in his hoarse voice, "Ma Er, why are you back?"

Lu Yun took a tentative step forward, revealing her full face. "I, the soldier asked me to get him some wine."

"Ahem." The old man suddenly yelled, "You've become rich, and now you don't even call me Sixth Uncle. You son of a bitch, a wimp, a piece of shit!"

The conversation in the room suddenly disappeared, the door opened a crack, and Lu Yun lowered her head and said nothing.

The old man who called himself Uncle Six stood up and said, "What are you still standing there for? Go get some wine!"

Lu Yun moved slightly, not knowing where to go. "Sixth Uncle."

The old man scolded again, "You can't get the wine without my face. You have forgotten the things of your ancestors." He walked away while cursing and took Lu Yun to the other side.

When they reached a dark place, the old man stopped and gritted his teeth, "In this world, it's more comfortable to die than to live."

Lu Yun secretly observed the movements around him. The old man looked at a tent and said, "Don't go there. That's the gunpowder depot. Last time, someone took the wrong road and was almost cut into a stick. He cried in bed for three days before he left."

Lu Yun's heart sank slightly. "Sixth Uncle, there are fewer people here today than before. Can I get a few jars of wine?"

The old man panted heavily, "Give me back a few jars. I'm lucky I can give you two. You're such a spendthrift. The cost of the missing wine won't be charged to those people. We're the ones who paid with our lives!"

"Two jars at most will be enough if there are few people." He lowered his voice at the end, "No matter how few people there are in the camp, everyone over there is complete. Unless -"

Lu Yun raised her head slightly and continued in a low voice, "Something happened in the main account."

Taking two jars of fine liquor from the old man, Lu Yun was about to turn around when someone stuffed something into her hand. "Go, go, it's better to die than to live."

The old man stood at the door of the kitchen, waiting quietly. Looking at the flames that suddenly shot up into the sky, he wiped his eyes and said, "It's not enough, young man."

The camp erupted in unrest. Tatars, disheveled, rushed out, swords and clubs in hand. Only a handful of men were busy putting out the fire. It seemed the wealthy merchant had persuaded Lin Zhaoye to bring his men over, and chaos reigned.

Lu Yun seized the opportunity and shouted, "There's an ambush outside. Come with me to fight the enemy!"

There was only one team guarding the gunpowder depot! The sounds of chopping and killing were getting closer and closer. Yun hid in the dark and poured the two pots of wine in her hands onto the tarpaulin. The Tartar guarding the gate smelled the wine and began to look around for the source.

"what are you doing?"

In a flash, Lu Yun kicked him down, raised the short blade and stabbed it into his throat. Red blood spurted out, and the Tartar fell to the ground with a few "huh" sounds.