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"Wushuang City and Nancheng have brought a total of 4,000 men to support us this time. Facing the Nanman, it will be difficult. As the commander-in-chief, how can I let my own soldiers fight alone?"

After hearing this, Wen Qingzhi looked at him with surprise.

When she turned around to clean his wound, she noticed that Feng Yunxiao's back was covered with dense scars.

The scars are crisscrossed, with different shades of color and length.

You can tell at a glance that they are all old scars.

"Why do you have so many scars?"

After asking, she regretted it.

It's his scar, why should I bother talking about it?

Feng Junxiao seemed happy when he heard her ask.

The frown on his face relaxed. "Do you really think that I was given the throne of Regent by me?"

Wen Qingzhi looked as if she was saying "otherwise", "Did they steal it?"

"What are you thinking about!"

Feng Junxiao was both amused and angry, and reached out to tap her forehead.

The intimate actions made Wen Qingzhi feel uncomfortable again.

She hit him a little too hard, and Feng Junxiao gasped, "Be gentle, it hurts."

"This position was earned through my victory after victory."

When he spoke, his eyes were deep, as if he was recalling his past.

"The position of Regent is too prominent. Without real ability, you will definitely not be able to hold it firmly."

Wen Qingzhi believed this.

As a regent, if he does not have strong means and brains, he will not be able to win the support of the people.

These injuries should be the best proof that he can sit firmly on the throne of regent.

It seems that he is different from those powerful people who only know how to enjoy themselves.

Wen Qingzhi's hands were very soft, and they felt itchy when they touched Feng Yunxiao's skin.

After the stitches were done, Wen Qingzhi gave him the usual instructions, then waited for him to get dressed and leave.

"The Regent—"

When she looked up, she found Feng Yunxiao leaning against the chair and sleeping.

She raised an eyebrow and walked over in confusion.

It turns out that people like Feng Junxiao, who are in the clouds, can also fall asleep while sitting.

After much thought, she walked outside and said to Lin Lang, who was guarding the door, "The Regent is asleep. Are you going to wake him up?"

"Sleep, sleep?"

Lin Lang shuddered, shook his head, and said, "I won't go..."

Seeing his frightened look, Wen Qingzhi asked, "Why don't you go?"

"The master is in a bad mood, and he hasn't had a good rest these days. If I go now, he will definitely beat me to death."

"That doesn't mean he can sleep in my tent."

Wen Qingzhi said coldly, "If he doesn't leave, go and set up another tent for me."

Even if she didn't care about her reputation, she would not sleep with Feng Yunxiao.

The Wen family has some shame.

"That's no problem!"

Lin Lang agreed and quickly helped Wen Qingzhi set up a tent.

There was only a hard bed and a quilt that Lin Lang had brought for her.

"Lin Lang, did your master also fight with them today?"

After finishing everything, Wen Qingzhi asked Lin Lang who was about to leave.

Lin Lang paused, then nodded suddenly, "Yes. Master is now the commander-in-chief. The number gap between the enemy and us is too great. Without the commander-in-chief to inspire morale, the soldiers will feel like retreating."

"The master ends up fighting the enemy with us, and the meaning is different."

When Lin Lang said this, there seemed to be a small flame burning in his eyes, and his face was full of pride.

"My master is the regent, the new hope of the people of Beiming, just like... just like Marquis Wen. He is like the moon in the dark night, always able to watch over our path ahead."

When talking about Feng Yunxiao, Lin Lang always talks endlessly and expresses his admiration for Feng Yunxiao to the extreme.

Seeing him transformed into a little fanboy, Wen Qingzhi waved her hand and said, "Wake up, go out, I need to rest."

"Uh, okay."

Lin Lang left, and Wen Qingzhi turned and entered the space, took a shower, changed clothes, set the alarm, and went to sleep.

……

The next day, when Wen Qingzhi came out, she saw that there was no one around except a few children playing outside.

"Where are the adults?"

She asked, and several children came to her excitedly, calling out "Sister Wen".

"Why are you the only ones here? Where are the others?"

The children shook their heads. "In the morning, a horn was blown at the edge of the city, and the adults hurried over."

The edge of the city...

She told a few people to wait here obediently, and she rushed to the edge of the city to check.

As she approached the city, she saw rows and rows of soldiers standing at the gate, their faces solemn, their eyes fixed on the gate.

She walked through the crowd and came to the city wall, only then did she understand why these people looked like this.

Outside the city, the southern barbarian army was everywhere, stretching as far as the eye could see.

In just one night, the Nanman sent reinforcements again.

On their side, they only had troops from three cities and were completely unable to stop the enemy's next attack.

Feng Junxiao stood on the wall with a sullen face. After an unknown amount of time, his cheeks turned red and even his body became a little stiff.

Just like that, he faced off against tens of thousands of people.

Judging from the situation, Nanman must be determined to succeed in this attack and to kill Feng Yunxiao.

Looking at the dark crowds of people under the city, Wen Qingzhi also felt a sense of oppression.

"So many people showed up overnight. It seems they're determined to fight today."

As she spoke, she looked at Feng Yunxiao and asked, "How should we deal with this?"

"When the city is alive, people will be there; when the city is gone, people will be dead."

He only left this sentence, and then the gates of Jiangcheng opened, and about twenty or thirty people went out, "To fight!"

Wen Qingzhi's eyes widened instantly as she looked at Feng Yunxiao, "You're sending them to their deaths."

As soon as he finished speaking, bursts of laughter were heard.

The laughter was very straightforward, just mocking their attempt to block the car with their arms.

"Wen Qingzhi, I'm not joking with you. The weapon you used earlier..."

Feng Junxiao looked back at him, his eyes complicated and helpless, "Can you find someone more powerful?"

"Have."

She lowered her eyes. There were still grenades in her basement.

She looked at the people around her. She didn't have many grenades, and they might not be able to throw them accurately, but in terms of lethality, she already had the upper hand.

"Feng Yunxiao, I will help you, but there are conditions."

She doesn't mind being seen as someone who takes advantage of the country's misfortune/profit, she only cares about the outcome.

"What conditions?"

"In the future, when you are strong enough, lead your troops to conquer the northern border and avenge my father, mother, brother, and all the soldiers of the Wen family who died unjustly."

When the people around heard Wen Qingzhi was going to negotiate conditions, their hearts sank.

Just as he was about to open his mouth to scold her, he heard her say these words, and his heart tightened.

This is what...a daughter of the Wen family should look like.

"it is good."

Feng Junxiao agreed without hesitation, his tone firm enough to leave no room for doubt.

"Give me a quarter of an hour."

After saying that, she turned around and ran down the city wall, returned to the tent, and called Chang Baicao to help move half of the grenades out of the basement, which was less than a hundred in total.

"Master, what are these?"

"Grenade."

Wen Qingzhi said, "At least when they attack the city, we can definitely suppress them."

"Just these little things?"

Chang Baicao looked at the small palm-sized object in front of him, curious but not doubtful.

He never doubted anything Wen Qingzhi said or did.

"Yes."

After coming out, she asked Chang Baicao to call people over and bring them all to the top of the city wall.

Feng Junxiao looked at the little things they brought and asked in confusion, "These?"

Wen Qingzhi took one out, asked them to gather together, and explained its use.

At the foot of the city, the Nanman soldiers saw them gathering together and became puzzled.

The sudden movement made them feel uneasy.

Could it be that something happened?

Do they have any strategies to deal with it?

All kinds of speculations spread in their minds, making them gradually uneasy.

"Chief, do you want to attack the city?"

At this moment, Wen Qingzhi was explaining to them the function of grenades. The group of people listened attentively. Several shadow guards put grenades on their waists, ready to use them when defending the city.

"Remember, once you pull the safety pin, you must throw it out. Don't keep it in your hand for too long, otherwise you will blow yourself up."

As he was speaking, the sound of the Nanman attack came from below the city: "Kill—destroy Jiangcheng and capture Feng Yunxiao alive!"

The Southern Barbarian army came roaring in in an instant, and Feng Junxiao called the shadow guards guarding the city into the city and closed the gates.

The Nanman were about a hundred meters away from them, and the explosion range of Wen Qingzhi's grenade was between ten and twenty meters. In other words, it had to be thrown at least outside this distance, otherwise, it would easily hit one of their own people.

"Pay attention to distance,"

Wen Qingzhi reminded him, holding the grenade in his palm. When the distance was about right, he pulled the safety pin and shouted, "Throw!"