I was fucked by Zheng Ge as soon as I crossed over

At night, the army set up camp with a bonfire burning.

Fusu sat in the tent with a newly arrived secret letter in his hand. In the letter, Ying Zheng detailed the court's deployment for the snow disaster, but his words were gentle, revealing his concern for him.

His heart warmed and he turned back into the gentle and elegant eldest son.

I don’t know how much heavier Qi Yue is, and whether he will be able to climb when he returns.

And third sister, are you still coughing up blood?

"Sir," the leader of the black-armored guards, dressed in a formal official uniform, quietly entered the tent, "We have already located the whereabouts of Yixu, the leader of the Juwu tribe. However, he lives in the center of the tribe, and the surrounding terrain is difficult to attack. It is easy to defend."

Fusu stood up, his eyes blazing. "At dawn tomorrow, the entire army will march forward. When the time comes, you will seize the opportunity to advance deeper. Your only target is Yi Yu, and you must capture him in one fell swoop."

"Don't worry, sir. I promise to complete the task."

The next morning, at dawn, the Qin army horns sounded.

The army advanced towards the Juwu tribe, and the atmosphere was tense and depressing.

When they approached the valley, a low sound of war drums was heard, and countless Juwu people holding poisonous arrows suddenly rushed out from both sides of the valley. They held simple weapons, but their eyes revealed a sinister look.

"Kill!" Fusu drew his sword and shouted, rushing towards the enemy camp first.

Countless Qin troops rushed down the mountain like tigers, engaging in fierce fighting with the Juwu people. Shouts of killing and the clash of weapons intertwined, and the land was stained red with blood.

Fusu, wielding his sword, charged across the battlefield, protected by dozens of elite soldiers. Enemies fell wherever he went. Tu Sui, leading the Western Army, attacked from the flank, completely tearing open the enemy's defenses.

The battle lasted for a whole day, and when the sun set, the Juwu tribe was finally defeated and fled.

The Qin army successfully occupied the entire mountain, but Fusu felt no joy at all. He looked at the devastated battlefield with mixed feelings.

The young boy who always talked about benevolence, righteousness, propriety, wisdom and trustworthiness finally grew up and became an adult.

"Pass the order, clean up the battlefield and count the casualties." Fusu gave the order in a hoarse and somewhat tired voice.

The bonfire burned brightly all night long. In the mountains twenty miles away from Fusu and his companions, Yi Yu also did not sleep all night.

From time to time, cries for help from injured tribesmen could be heard outside, and Yi Xu was busy checking the conditions of the wounded everywhere.

The witch doctor walked unsteadily, carrying a tattered medicine basket on his back, treating the wounded in the dim light.

His hands were covered with calluses, but his movements were very gentle. He carefully cleaned the wounds, applied herbal medicine, and muttered something as if he was praying for the wounded.

The fragrance of herbs mixed with the smell of blood permeated the entire tribe.

"Witch doctor, how is my father?" A young man covered in animal skins squatted beside a middle-aged man who was breathing weakly and asked anxiously.

The witch doctor shook his head slightly, his eyes full of helplessness: "The injury is too severe. I'm afraid this arm can't be saved. Sigh... I tried my best."

The boy's eyes reddened, and he held his father's hand, tears welling up in his eyes: "Dad, wake up, we said we were going to catch wild boars together..."

Throughout the night, the mountains echoed with painful groans and suppressed cries.

Yi Yu frowned, suppressed his grief, and continued to run.

After such a fight, should it be enough to negotiate with the Qin people?

Maybe?

However, Mr. Tian said that the King of Qin was tyrannical and that all the people in the lands he occupied would be forced to write Qin characters and speak Qin language. If they wanted to preserve their heritage, they had to severely hurt the other party.

This……

Oh, let’s play a few more games, no, two more games!

After two more battles, he would surrender and negotiate.

I think my ancestors wouldn't be wiped out...

Yi Yu was conflicted inside and looked up at the moon.

And Mr. Tian, ​​whom he was talking about, was also confused.

On a chilly winter day, the deep mountains seem to be shrouded in an icy veil, and the damp and cold air penetrates everywhere, like countless fine needles drilling into the bone marrow.

The strong wind whistled through the mountains and forests. The deep mountains in winter were extremely wet and cold. However, in the valley behind the mountains, a completely different scene was presented, as if it was another world.

Here, the scene is bustling with activity, forming a sharp contrast with the dead silence and coldness outside.

Several tall furnaces stand in the valley, like ancient giants, emitting endless heat.

In the stove, the flames are burning, that is the hot life leaping.

The bright red flames illuminated half the sky, dyeing everything around it a warm orange-red.

A group of dark-skinned, shirtless strong men stood in a row, busy by the stove. Their muscles were tense, and they held thick hammers in their hands, hitting the iron on the table hard.

Sweat flowed down their cheeks, chests and backs, and in the firelight, it looked like flaming armor.

"Hey yo! Hey yo!"

"Clang! Clang!"

The sounds of horns and the impact of iron and stone merged together and echoed in the valley.

"Come on, junior brother! It will be formed soon!" A burly man shouted while swinging a hammer.

"Don't worry, senior brother!" The others responded, hitting harder with the hammers in their hands.

The hammers fell, sparks flew, and the iron gradually changed its shape under their hammering, from the initial rough block to slowly becoming regular and refined.

Tian Lingzi, supported by two of his disciples, inspected the iron smelting furnace.

"Add some more limestone here." His eyes were as sharp as a torch, closely watching the temperature and the changes in the iron in the furnace, not a single detail escaping his eyes. A disciple immediately stepped forward and skillfully added limestone to the furnace, causing a burst of sparks to fly.

"The fire is not hot enough, add more fire." The disciples who were in charge of blowing the air nearby immediately stepped up their efforts. The bellows were pulled with a whistling sound, and the fire in the furnace instantly jumped higher.

Behind him, several younger disciples watched their brothers' actions with curiosity. They rubbed their hands together from time to time, leaned forward slightly, and couldn't wait to join in.

One of the kids with two pigtails on his head couldn't help but reach out to touch the hammer beside him, but was quickly grabbed by the senior brother next to him.

"Don't touch it, it's hot!" the senior brother said sternly, his voice concerned. "This hammer is very hot. Wait until you are a little older before you can handle it."

The apprentice blushed and nodded embarrassedly. He quickly retracted his outstretched hand and hid it behind his back, continuing to stare at the actions of his senior brothers.

Tian Lingzi saw their actions and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, revealing a barely perceptible smile. He then shook his head gently and beckoned the little ones to follow: "Come quickly, take a look at Ziwu and the others' finished product."

Hearing this, several people hurriedly followed him and walked into the cave step by step.

The cave was deep and quiet, a stark contrast to the bustling iron-making scene outside. The dim torches flickered on the cave walls, casting their shadows askew.

In the cave, exquisite ironware was neatly placed on the wooden racks, including sharp hoes, sickles, crossbows, and even armor and helmets.

Among them, the most dazzling one is the Overlord Spear.