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

"Come on, don't think that I don't know what you are thinking."

Wen Qingzhi put away the Barrett and glanced at Feng Yunxiao. "This kind of epoch-making weapon shouldn't appear in the North Sea. You should understand the principle of natural selection."

"I'm using it today because these poor people didn't deserve to die."

She slowly stood up and looked at the panicked Nanman army below the city. "This attack should be enough to make them realize that we have weapons they cannot defeat and we will not attack rashly."

"Perhaps, we can hold out until the so-called reinforcements arrive."

The noise from below the city gradually became smaller, which should be because Feng Junxiao's men had the upper hand.

The attack just now was so powerful that the Southern Barbarians were thrown into disarray, and the soldiers coming to attack the city would lose their morale after seeing it.

After all, the shock of the coach being killed in one blow and having his body torn to pieces was too strong.

Feng Junxiao's eyes fell on the weapon beside Wen Qingzhi, and his thoughts began to turn.

Wen Qingzhi understood what he was thinking without even thinking, so she moved sideways to block his sight. "Regent, don't even think about it. Even if I give it to you, you can't use it."

"Why?"

"Except for operations, there aren't that many bullets for you to waste."

As she spoke, she took out a bullet and showed it to Feng Yunxiao, "Without the bullet, this thing is just a decoration."

"And with Bei Ming's current capabilities, even if he spent another hundred years, he wouldn't be able to produce this kind of bullet."

"Given your current conditions and knowledge, creating this bullet would be harder than climbing to the sky."

It's harder than climbing to the sky.

Feng Junxiao's expression changed slightly, and then he asked Wen Qingzhi, "According to what you mean, can you do it?"

"I can't either. I don't know how."

She said it bluntly.

"Then ask the gods for it."

"You're welcome."

Wen Qingzhi's face turned cold, and she took her things and was about to leave, "If we really make the gods unhappy, the destruction of the Northern Ocean will be imminent."

Sometimes, she really didn't understand Feng Junxiao's train of thought.

It was as if he was the master of time and everyone had to follow his will.

Feng Junxiao looked at Wen Qingzhi's receding back, his gaze still fixed on the peerless killing weapon in her hand.

He was not completely convinced about the existence of gods.

But if she wasn't a fairy, where did she get so many strange and bizarre things?

It seems that if we want to solve these mysteries, we have to start with herself.

As for how to do it?

Feng Junxiao thought about it, if in the past...

He would arrest the person directly and torture him, and he would not believe that the person would not tell the truth.

But as for Wen Qingzhi...for some reason, he seemed a little reluctant to let her go.

It was a rare moment for him to let out a long sigh when he saw Lin Lang coming up.

"Master, the rebels below have been captured and are awaiting your decision."

"Take them into custody for now and have them guarded. Once reinforcements arrive, drag them all outside the city... and strangle them."

There was no mercy for the enemy against these barbarians.

In the past, they had repeatedly invaded the Beiming border and injured many people.

Even if we release them, they will attack again in the future. In that case, let them never return.

At the same time, it is also telling the Southern Barbarians that the Northern Ming cannot be violated!

At this moment, the Nanman people outside the city were in chaos.

The general who led the troops died, and they instantly lost their backbone. Without a leader, no one knew what to do.

Furthermore, the lethal weapons used by Bei Ming were too powerful. If they came a few more times...

I'm afraid all of them will die here!

What did the general say at that time?

They said that this time they came, they were sure to win.

After humiliating Feng Yunxiao and taking the city in one fell swoop, the news will make them hold their heads high in front of other countries.

But, why did it become like this?

A sure win!

What should they do at this moment?

Should we charge forward?

But, all their generals have been killed by the enemy, so is there any point in them charging again?

On the city wall, Feng Junxiao looked at this group of leaderless defeated soldiers and secretly frowned.

Previously, he was not sure whether Wushuangcheng and Nancheng would come, but now... it doesn't matter whether they come or not.

"Master, what should we do next?"

The north wind was howling, making Feng Yunxiao's robe rustle. The bleeding wound on Lin Lang's face was turned outward, looking a little scary.

Even though the wound was hideous, it could not diminish the color of his handsome face.

His hands were stained with blood as he stood beside Feng Yunxiao. His black plain clothes were soaked with blood, appearing mottled in the setting sun.

The shadow guards beside him returned to their positions one after another, each with injuries of varying degrees of severity.

"Go find Chang Baicao and the others for treatment."

"Yes."

Lin Lang nodded and left with everyone, leaving Feng Junxiao here, not knowing what he was waiting for.

As the sky gradually darkened, the people who remained on the city walls of Jiangcheng lit bonfires, always on guard against another attack from the enemy.

Only when he arrived at the tent where Wen Qingzhi and the others were did Lin Lang breathe a sigh of relief.

They sat outside and smiled at Wen Qingzhi and Chang Baicao, "Miss Wen, Mr. Chang, thank you for your help."

When he laughed, the wound on his face was pulled, causing him to hiss in pain and gasp for air.

Wen Qingzhi observed the wound. They should have done some simple emergency treatment, so the bleeding was not heavy at the moment.

He must have been wiping it while it was bleeding, and his face was almost covered with blood stains.

"Xiao Chang, I'll check. You take them to set up a few more tents, find some pots, and start a fire."

The wounds on these people varied in number and needed to be taken off before treatment could begin. It was getting dark and cold, so she needed a candle to see clearly. She had set up the tent to avoid frostbite.

She asked each of them to state the location of their injuries and the specific circumstances, and to treat the more serious ones first.

After the tent was set up, she asked the rest of the people to go in and take off their clothes.

They had wounds all over their bodies, on their chests, thighs, and everywhere.

At first, they were timid and embarrassed, but were yelled back at by Wen Qingzhi.

"I'm a healer. In front of me, you're nothing but a pile of dead flesh!"

Everyone looked at each other in bewilderment, until Lin Lang set an example by taking off his clothes with a blushing face as a sign of respect, and then someone followed suit.

There was no trace of blasphemy in the way Wen Qingzhi looked at them.

His clear eyes examined the wounds on their bodies; most of them had old wounds.

"I'll give you a chance. Besides these injuries, if you have any other hidden ailments, tell me everything. If they can be cured, I'll cure them all at once."

She was kind-hearted for once today.

She and Chang Baicao treated their wounds separately. Some people were injured on the inner thigh and were embarrassed to let Wen Qingzhi treat them, so Chang Baicao did it.

The children who were playing outside also came in and tried to help.

Wen Qingzhi smiled and asked them to use disinfectant to help disinfect everyone.

The children seemed very happy and were very careful while disinfecting, asking the shadow guard from time to time if it hurt.

Most of these shadow guards were sold when they were young, or bought by Feng Yunxiao when they were young and trained to be shadow guards.

Most of them are emotionally deficient, and few can be as emotionally free as Lin Lang.

Most are killing machines, they don't allow for emotions.

A cold life is like the sharp sword in their hands.

When they were suddenly asked by a group of children if it hurt, they didn’t know how to answer for a moment.

Does it hurt?

How could it not hurt?

It's just that I'm not allowed to say it hurts.

"It hurts. It hurts so much."

Lin Lang said with a grin, "But the best thing is that you're not hurt."

He smiled and touched the head of the child beside him, "Don't worry, even if we die, we will die before you."