[Marriage first, love later] She is happy after marrying a widower

Jiang Zhi looked at the tragic scene in front of him. In just a few moments, more than half of the soldiers he brought were killed or wounded. He was immediately furious.

He brought with him the elite troops under his father's command for this expedition. These soldiers were all battle-hardened and well-trained, but now they had suffered such a heavy blow before they even met Song Yanzhi. How could he not be heartbroken and angry?

"No, I can't let my men die here." Jiang Zhi roared madly in his heart.

"Brothers, follow me and charge out!" Jiang Zhi shouted, his voice hoarse with anger and anxiety. He brandished his long sword, his eyes filled with madness and determination, and led the charge towards the city gate.

Jiang Zhi's shouts resounded throughout the entire county. Under his leadership, the soldiers, regardless of their injuries and life and death, fought hard towards the city gate.

At this critical moment, densely packed soldiers on the city wall surged out like a tide. They were wearing heavy armor. At this time, the sun rose, and the fiery red sun shone on Qinghe County. The weapons in the hands of the soldiers flashed a cold light under the sunlight.

Song Yanzhi has a graceful figure but a strong aura. She stands firmly on the high city wall. She is wearing a red cloak that flutters in the air, like a burning flame.

She looked down at Jiang Zhi from a high position, her eyes full of contempt and disdain, then she curled the corners of her mouth slightly, revealing a contemptuous smile that was enough to drive Jiang Zhi crazy.

He shouted to Jiang Zhi, "Prince Jiang, why are you so anxious to leave right after arriving? I haven't treated you well yet."

Her voice was clear and loud, penetrating the noise and chaos on the battlefield and reaching Jiang Zhi's ears clearly.

When Jiang Zhi heard the voice, he was like a powder keg of anger. He suddenly looked up, his eyes wide open, and glared at Song Yanzhi on the city wall.

His eyes seemed to be spitting fire, and the veins on his forehead bulged like angry little snakes. He roared at the top of his lungs, "Song Yanzhi, you are a sinister and cunning woman with a heart as vicious as a snake!

"The humiliation you inflicted upon me today, I will repay you a thousandfold in the future! I will tear you into pieces to relieve the hatred in my heart!"

The voice became hoarse with anger and echoed in the air with endless resentment.

When Song Yanzhi heard Jiang Zhi's roar, she just sneered contemptuously, her laughter full of sarcasm and disdain, as if she was mocking Jiang Zhi's overestimation of his own abilities.

She responded fearlessly, "Prince Jiang, you'd better save your energy. You can't fly away today! Release!"

After saying that, she waved her hand suddenly. The movement was crisp and clear, showing the style of a general.

Following her command, the archers who had been ready for battle bent their bows and drew their arrows in unison, their movements smooth and flowing.

In an instant, a rain of arrows shot towards Jiang Zhi and his remaining troops like locusts.

Those feather arrows pierced the night sky with a sharp whistling sound, and flashed a cold light in the sunlight, as if they were the claws of the god of death, ruthlessly pouncing towards the enemy below.

At that moment, a large number of people suddenly appeared on the city wall. They were dressed in neat armor, holding weapons, and their expressions were stern. They stood on the city wall like unshakable statues. Song Yanzhi stood tall and straight, her clothes fluttering in the wind, like a rose blooming in the wind. She looked down at Jiang Zhi, her eyes filled with disdain and contempt. Then, the corners of her mouth curled up slightly, revealing a contemptuous smile. She shouted to Jiang Zhi, "Why are you thinking of leaving just after arriving, Master Jiang? I haven't treated you well yet?" Her voice was crisp and pleasant, yet it carried an undeniable majesty, and it was clearly heard across the chaotic battlefield.

When Jiang Zhi heard the voice, he suddenly looked up and glared at Song Yanzhi on the city wall. His eyes seemed to be spitting fire and the veins on his forehead bulged. He roared angrily: "Song Yanzhi, you insidious and cunning vicious woman, you will repay me double for the humiliation you suffered today tomorrow!" His voice was full of hatred and unwillingness, as if a wounded beast was roaring.

When Song Yanzhi heard Jiang Zhi's roar, she just sneered, and her smile was full of sarcasm. She responded fearlessly: "Prince Jiang, I'm afraid you don't have this opportunity! Shoot!" After that, she waved her hand violently. The movement was clean and neat, showing her decisiveness.

At her command, the archers, already prepared, quickly drew their bows and drew their arrows, launching another hail of arrows at Jiang Zhi and his remaining troops. Each arrow, like an arrow shot from a bowstring, whistled sharply, cutting through the air and dashing towards the enemy below.

This time, Jiang Zhi's soldiers were prepared. Well-trained, they quickly raised their shields and lined up tightly, forming a solid defensive line. The arrows struck the shields with a thud, sending sparks flying, but they failed to cause many casualties.

Seeing that this trick didn't work, Song Yanzhi frowned slightly, a thought flashing in her eyes, and was about to use another trick. But at this moment, Jiang Zhi felt a surge of pride in his heart, thinking that he had finally found a solution.

"Song Yanzhi, these are the only tricks you have. Now that we're prepared, what can you do to me?" Jiang Zhi shouted, a smug smile on his face, as if victory were already beckoning him. "Brothers, storm the gates, build ladders! Today we must wash away our past humiliation." He brandished his long sword and commanded his soldiers at the top of his lungs.

As Jiang Zhi finished speaking, Song Yanzhi chuckled again. Her smile was gorgeous and flamboyant, like a lotus just blooming, so beautiful. But to Jiang Zhi, this smile was full of sarcasm and mockery.

"Prince Jiang, you still haven't learned your lesson." Song Yanzhi said slowly, her voice not loud, but revealing a frightening confidence.

After she finished speaking, she clapped her hands gently. The movement was elegant and calm, but it seemed as if she was playing a melody of death.

Suddenly, numerous catapults and crossbows appeared on the city walls. The catapults were massive and majestic, their wooden frames wrapped with thick ropes, like sleeping beasts awakened. The crossbows gleamed with a cold metallic sheen, their massive crossbow bolts mounted on them, ready to fire.

When Jiang Zhi saw this scene, he cried out inwardly, "Oh no!" His face turned pale in an instant, cold sweat kept coming out of his forehead, and his back was already soaked with sweat.

He knew that their shields could block the rain of arrows, but they were helpless against the huge stones and powerful crossbows. If Song Yanzhi really ordered an attack, he and the soldiers he brought with him would probably all die here.