I'm already dressed like a fool, what's wrong with taking the regent into the bridal chamb

The next few days passed quite briskly.

It was just a routine of clearing the dishes and rebuilding. On the evening of the fourth day, while Wen Qingzhi was teaching Chang Baicao English in the tent, a cry of "Oh no! The southern barbarians are coming!" came from outside.

Master Wen Qingzhi and his disciple looked at each other and immediately stood up to go out. Before Wen Qingzhi left the tent, he heard a "whoosh" sound outside.

Something broke through the air, causing the wind to make a sound.

"careful!"

She heard Feng Junxiao's voice outside, and when she went out, she saw Feng Junxiao holding an arrow feather in his hand.

Feng Yunxiao turned his head and saw her come out. He immediately pulled her into his arms and shouted to Chang Baicao to hide close to the city wall.

"Nanbarbarian?"

Wen Qingzhi had seen gunfire and rain of bullets, but this scene was not enough to scare her.

Chang Baicao, on the other hand, gasped for breath and huddled against the wall, "Master, I regret this. I should have gone with Chunyu."

As a rain of arrows came, all the people who were originally in the tents rushed out and leaned against the city wall for shelter.

The cries of children, the helpless sobs of women, and the roars of the remaining soldiers.

The soldiers who came to provide disaster relief were all on alert, ready to charge and fight at any time.

"How many people are there on the other side?"

Just as she finished speaking, Zhou Lingfei came over to them and said, "Not many, about 3,000 or so. But for Jiangcheng right now, it's still hard to defeat them..."

"Three thousand?"

"Unbelievable, isn't it?"

Feng Junxiao sneered, his eyes sinister, "They are very clear about the situation in Jiangcheng, so they only sent such a small number of people to attack the city."

"It's called an attack on the city, but it's just a matter of seizing it."

Feng Yunxiao held Wen Qingzhi in his arms and looked down through the observation hole on the city wall.

The incident happened suddenly and there was no time to think about many things.

They brought only a hundred soldiers this time. How could they fight against thousands of people?

"Feng Junxiao, if we can't win, retreat?"

Wen Qingzhi was held tightly in his arms, and her voice purred like a kitten.

"If we withdraw, everyone in Jiangcheng, young and old, men and women, will be labeled a traitor. By then, Beiming will no longer have room for them."

"..."

Right now, their situation is very unfavorable.

And outside the city, the southern barbarian soldiers were already at the gate.

They were wearing battle uniforms woven from animal skins, which were unique to the barbarians. They came riding on war horses, holding spears in their hands and carrying quivers on their backs.

The leading general carried a spear, and the vanguard beside him began to challenge.

"Feng Junxiao, I know you are here, come out and surrender! If you surrender obediently, I will be in a good mood and may even release those people from Jiangcheng."

"Feng Yunxiao, you are the regent of Beiming. Is it appropriate for you to be a coward in there?"

"Ha ha……"

There was a shrill laughter coming from outside. Zhou Lingfei was so angry that his eyes turned red. He was about to stand up, but was stopped by Feng Junxiao.

"It's just a provocation. If you stand up now, they'll shoot you to pieces."

Feng Yunxiao narrowed his eyes slightly, revealing a cold look.

He looked at Chang Baicao, "Where are all your poisons?"

"The medicine has to be administered. There's no way to treat it from such a long distance!"

While they were talking, they heard more shouting and cursing from below. "The dignified Regent of Beiming doesn't even dare to show his face. He's just like that bastard, hiding in his shell the whole time. What's the point?"

Judging from the fact that the other party called Feng Yunxiao by name, it is clear that they are not smart.

They immediately explained the other party's situation clearly. In their opinion, Jiang Cheng was already a fish in the pond.

So sure, you can tell why at a glance.

"Oh, this king must offer his head as a sacrifice to the heavens!"

Feng Junxiao's grip on Wen Qingzhi gradually tightened. Seeing this, Wen Qingzhi could only reach out and poke his waist, "Wait until you have the ability to get the other person's head. Right now——"

She looked at the people of Jiangcheng huddled on the side. Several of them were injured, and a little child had been shot in the left shoulder.

"The kid was hurt."

She wanted to rush over to check on the injuries, but Feng Yunxiao pushed her back, "Now is not the time!"

Feng Junxiao's gaze also fell on the injured child. He looked at his blood-soaked shoulder and his clenched fists cracking.

The shouting and cursing outside the city continued, and everyone understood that the other party wanted to provoke them into going out to fight.

The incident happened suddenly and they were not prepared. If they suddenly fought at this time, they would surely be defeated.

Faced with the other party's provocation, Feng Junxiao chose to endure for the sake of the people of Jiangcheng.

Jiangcheng is located at a high altitude, making it easy to defend but difficult to attack. As long as they defend it strongly, the barbarians from the South will not be able to come up in a short time.

But how long can it last?

This time, Feng Yunxiao brought not all his subordinates with him, most of them were people sent by the imperial court.

His mediocre skills can't last more than a few rounds.

He was accompanied by no more than twenty shadow guards on this trip.

If they fought head-on, there would be heavy casualties, and he didn't want his carefully trained soldiers to die in such a place.

"These barbarians deserve to die!"

Lin Lang's eyes were sinister, and he gnashed his teeth. "How dare they do this to you? I will never let them go!"

"Master, as long as you give the order, Lin Lang will take the enemy's head!"

It is an exaggeration for Feng Yunxiao's men to say that they can defeat a hundred people alone.

If they really don't care about their lives and charge together, they can replace at most more than a thousand soldiers and generals of the Nanman.

"I'm afraid you can't do it this time."

Feng Yunxiao calmly analyzed the battle situation in his mind and said to Lin Lang, "The enemy has several times more people than us. Even if all the shadow guards who followed us attacked, we could only eliminate a thousand of them at most."

"You are my last trump card right now. If you charge in first and die, there will be no need to fight the rest of the battle."

"Wen Qingzhi, take the people of Jiangcheng down from the city wall to treat their wounds. Try to stay away from the city gate. Bows and arrows have a limited range. If you stay far away, you won't be affected."

"you--"

"As the Regent of the Northern Ming, I naturally have to protect every inch of the Northern Ming territory. How can I retreat when the Southern Barbarians invade?"

He let go of Wen Qingzhi and asked Chang Baicao and Lin Lang to lead the people of Jiangcheng down the city wall quietly.

As he spoke, he flipped over and jumped onto the city wall, looking down at the Nanman army on the ground.

The enemy general was startled when he saw Feng Yunxiao standing out. He reined in his horse and took a few steps back, then as if remembering something, he took two steps forward.

He said proudly, "Feng Yunxiao, is there a day when you become a coward?"

He looked around and saw that Feng Junxiao was the only one there, but he didn't dare to act rashly.

He looked vigilantly, as if afraid that Feng Yunxiao's subordinates would appear from somewhere.

Feng Junxiao said nothing and secretly gave Wen Qingzhi a look.

Wen Qingzhi understood and immediately crouched down and moved forward, calling on the people of Jiangcheng to evacuate.

Zhou Lingfei said: "Go down from the city wall and head north, probably..."

He glanced at the distance between the Nanman army and them and said, "After fifty meters, the Nanman's rain of arrows will not reach us."

"it is good."

Wen Qingzhi and Chang Baicao protected the people of Jiangcheng and slowly moved towards the wall ladder. She was the first to come to the side of the child who was shot, took out a clean handkerchief and pressed on him to stop the bleeding.

"Don't worry, the child will be fine as long as I'm here."

She whispered, "Everyone, be quiet, move quickly, and leave!"

The old, weak, women and children immediately set off, following Wen Qingzhi's instructions. They moved carefully along the city wall, and when passing the observation point, they would crawl forward to avoid being seen by the enemy.

The children were also sensible. No matter how scared they were, they did not cry or make a fuss when they went down the city wall.

With tears in their eyes, they dared not make a sound.

At first glance they seem sensible, but if you think about it carefully you will realize that they react this way because they are actually scared.

Living on the border, I'm afraid you have to experience things like this since childhood.

Every household should have some legends that tell children what to do and when.

They quietly descended the city wall and quickly evacuated northward. Under the city wall were the food, fodder, tents, and other supplies they had brought. Chang Baicao went to sort them out, and the remaining uninjured people helped carry a few tents away.

Fang Qingbai followed at the end, his eyes dazed, as if he couldn't believe what was happening.

Wen Qingzhi had no time to pay attention to him, her mind was entirely on the injured child.

His wound continued to bleed, his face turned pale, and his consciousness gradually became blurred.

"Xiao Chang, I'll take care of the child's wound first. You go set up the tent. He's bleeding quite a bit. Judging from his condition, he'll probably need a blood transfusion."

When she said this, Chang Baicao immediately understood what she meant and nodded in agreement.

Afraid of problems, they walked more than a hundred meters before stopping.