On the wedding day, my wife was abnormal

Not everyone is a fool, some can see clearly.

They knew that with only these six eight-ox crossbows, no matter how many people came, it would be impossible to rush into the city gate, so they could only continue to look for ways on the city wall.

"Retreat! Continue to inherit the city wall!"

Someone shouted, and the Southern Chu soldiers who had rushed in retreated like a tide.

Xiang Ying, who was on the other side of the river, saw this horrifying scene and was immediately horrified!

"What? The Eight Ox Crossbow can be used like this?"

Zou Renbiao watched his soldiers being shot to death by siege hammers in droves, and he jumped up and down in panic: "General! This Eight Ox Crossbow is too powerful. Our men can't get in at all! Let's use the catapult!"

Xiang Ying was also heartbroken.

These were all good men from Nanchu! They were shot to death without any explanation.

Many fearless soldiers rushed up to the city wall and fought to the death with the Daqian soldiers.

Does this mean that in order to win, we must use catapults to kill all enemies without distinguishing between friend and foe?

Xiang Ying hesitated, he couldn't make up his mind.

"General!! Opportunity is fleeting! If we give up now, it will be difficult to attack again!"

"Ming Jin retreats the troops."

"What?" Zou Renbiao found this order unbelievable.

"Sound the retreat immediately!!"

"This...Alas!!" Zou Renbiao sighed loudly and ran to deliver the message.

"Dang-dang-dang--"

When the order to retreat sounded, the Nanchu soldiers who had already rushed onto the city wall were suddenly caught in a dilemma.

"Huh? Why did you withdraw your troops?"

"What should we do?"

"If we continue attacking for another hour, Qinghe County will definitely not be able to hold out!"

"The Marshal is confused!"

Going forward means death, going backward also means death!

What exactly is going on?

Why do we have to withdraw our troops?

I have clearly already rushed into the city!

Mao Mengji also heard the sound of the other side's horn, ordered the city gate to be closed, and ran back to the city wall.

When they reached the top, they saw an arrow lodged in Lin Zhen's arm, his robe stained with blood. Even so, he was still gesturing with his sword in his other hand, refusing to retreat.

What a man.

What an admirable prince!

“Prince!!”

Mao Mengji rushed over and hugged Lin Zhen. The latter was stunned by the hug and cursed, "What the hell are you hugging me for? Go over there! Tell them, surrender and you won't be killed!"

"Prince, you are injured!"

"This injury is nothing, go and pass on the message immediately!"

"Yes!"

Mao Mengji ran to the southwest entrance and shouted to the six remaining Nanchu soldiers: "The prince has ordered! Surrender and you will not be killed!"

For a moment, everyone stopped. The Daqian soldiers stopped attacking, and the Nanchu soldiers stopped fighting.

Even if you try your best, it will lose all meaning.

Nan Chu has given up on them.

A few seconds later, the sound of weapons being thrown away was heard, and all the Nanchu soldiers who had worked so hard to attack the city wall knelt down and surrendered unwillingly.

"Won!"

"we won!!"

From the first soldier who started to rejoice, all the soldiers began to raise their weapons and shout.

The joy of victory spread throughout Qinghe City.

Seeing this, Mao Mengji turned around, knelt on one knee towards Lin Zhen and shouted.

"The prince is mighty!!!"

An impassioned shout caused all the soldiers to kneel down and worship Lin Zhen.

"The prince is mighty!!"

"The prince is mighty!!"

"The prince is mighty!!"

Lin Zhen leaned against the city wall, his face pale, but he still showed a sad smile of relief.

The battle was over, and the last tense string in his body relaxed, as if all the strength in his body had been drained away.

The pain in his arm came instantly. Lin Zhen gritted his teeth, pulled out the arrow, threw it off the city wall, and shouted like a domineering general who fought to the death.

"The soldiers are mighty!"

......

It was late at night, and Lin Zhen was lying on the bed in excruciating pain.

I shouldn't have acted so arrogantly. It was just a superficial wound on the skin, not a penetrating wound. It would heal after applying some medicine and resting for a few days. Who knew that when I pulled it out at the end, I would actually pull out a large piece of flesh.

Now his arm is covered in blood and looks extremely scary.

The barefoot doctor in the city didn't know what powder to use, he just sprinkled it on randomly and started bandaging it.

Lin Zhen was so angry that he kicked him over: "You useless thing! If you save the wounded like this, twelve out of ten will die!"

The doctor didn't dare to say a word after being kicked. He stood up trembling and was scolded. Lin Zhen shouted, "Give me a needle and some silk thread."

Mao Mengji didn't know what Lin Zhen was going to do, but he went to get it immediately.

Soon, all the things were found. Lin Zhen used one hand to pass the silk thread through the embroidery needle, bent the needle, warmed it over the oil lamp, and then inserted it into his arm.

“Prince!!”

"Sir, what are you going to do?"

Mao Mengji couldn't guess Lin Zhen's intention, and Lin Zhen didn't say anything either, which was really frustrating.

Lin Zhen didn't answer him at all, and in fact he didn't have the heart to answer. He was in so much pain that he was almost rolling his eyes.

It was okay for the needle to prick him, and it was okay for the thread to go through him, but the feeling of the thread pulling his skin when it passed through him was so painful that he wanted to die!

You have to endure it. If you don't want it to get inflamed or ulcerated, you have to endure it.

Fortunately, the wound was not big and only needed ten stitches.

He was sweating profusely from the pain, his face was pale, and he leaned weakly against the head of the bed, staring at the doctor and said.

"Remember? If there's a wound that won't close, sew it up. Go and treat the wounded quickly."

The doctor had seen and experienced this before, but he had never seen people mending people as if they were clothes. He was so frightened that his legs went weak: "This... Prince, please forgive my ignorance. People are not clothes, how can you mend them?"

Lin Zhen didn't want to say another word now.

"Stop talking nonsense and go now, or I'll fucking chop you up!"

"Yes Yes Yes Yes!"

The doctor hurried away with the medicine box.

Lin Zhen lay on the bed, his eyes turned to Mao Mengji, his voice very weak.

"What's the damage like? How many casualties did we have?"

"Your Highness, we lost 260 men in this defensive battle, most of whom died fighting the charging Nanchu soldiers when we opened the gap. There were 690 wounded...including you. We consumed a lot of bows and arrows, but we recovered quite a few when we cleaned up the battlefield, so they can still be used after some polishing."

Lin Zhen grimaced in pain.

This is the first time he has not been injured since he traveled through time.

It also brought him bad luck.

When he saw a soldier injured, he rushed over and dragged the soldier's body, but he was hit in the arm by a stray arrow without paying attention. Otherwise, he should have been intact.

"Where are the enemies?"

"During this siege, 2,400 of Nanchu's 5,000 vanguard troops were killed, the number of wounded is unknown, and six were captured."

"It's a great victory. Send a fast horse immediately to find out where Zhou Ze's cavalry is. Also, tell the soldiers to be extremely alert tonight. I'm worried that Nan Chu will launch a night attack."

"Night attack? Prince, they just suffered a crushing defeat today. Will there be another night attack?"

"Although Xiang Ying is cautious, he is also well-versed in military tactics and knows that we will relax our vigilance after victory. Therefore, we must be well-prepared to defend and not be careless."

"Yes, I'll go and pass the order on." Mao Mengji turned to leave, then suddenly turned back and asked, "Prince, would you like... two maids to serve you?"

Lin Zhen:......

"No need."

......

Southern Chu Camp.

Xiang Ying sat in the main seat with a gloomy face and a majestic horse. He was also shocked after hearing the battle damage report.

"What? Our army suffered such heavy casualties?"

"Yes, half of the 5,000 vanguard troops died, and the rest were injured. Most of them were shot to death by the eight-ox crossbows at the city gate."

"Damn it! Where did Mao Mengji get such a powerful Eight-Ox Crossbow!?" Xiang Ying punched the table again. Zou Renbiao didn't dare to say anything more because of his failure in command.

When Xiang Ying got angry, he pretended not to see anything, and looked at his nose and mouth.

Xiang Ying scolded him, "Speak up! Aren't you quite talkative? Why are you silent now?"

"Commander, I..."

"I told you not to rush the attack! Now look what's happening! The vanguard army has been almost completely wiped out. How am I supposed to explain this to their families?! How can I face the people of Jiangnan?"

"Marshal, there will be death in war. This is unavoidable."

"But we can minimize casualties! This time you must attack, and you will bear the consequences yourself! I can't control you!"

"Yes." Zou Renbiao lowered his head in shame. "I will return to the capital and ask for punishment myself."

"Hmph." Xiang Ying snorted coldly and ordered someone to bring a map.

A mere priest dares to show his teeth to me.

How can we fight in the future if we don’t find a reason to get rid of you?

This attack on Qian Kingdom is a great opportunity. As long as it goes smoothly, I can be appointed as the commander-in-chief of the army when I return to the capital. How can I let a mere Zou Renbiao take away the credit?

Do you really think that I can't see that you are here to gild yourself?

Do you really think that I would be so cautious that I would be afraid of unknown children like Lin Zhen and Mao Mengji?

It's just to get you away.

You want to take credit from me, but don't you see who you are? Do you really think you can do whatever you want just because you are close to the Prime Minister?

Xiang Ying, whose plan had succeeded, remained calm and continued to look at the map.

In fact, he had long realized that Qinghe County's defense was already at its end. Those eight-ox crossbows were just bluffing. As long as they didn't go through the city gate, those things were useless.

It took less than half an hour to attack the city wall today. If all the troops were to press forward, the city would be taken within two hours!

but......

Xiang Ying looked at Zou Renbiao with a pair of sharp eyes.

But you definitely won’t see this scene.

"Ren Biao, I have already explained the battlefield situation. You can go back and see His Majesty directly. I will take care of the rest."

"It's all at the Marshal's command."

Zou Renbiao took the letter handed to him by Xiang Ying with both hands and walked out with a heavy heart.

He knew that this time, his official career would definitely come to an end, and he might even be punished by His Majesty when he returned to the capital.

Chu Batian had entered his twilight years and his temper was becoming increasingly violent. He would often execute the entire family of an official.

Alas, now because of my recklessness, five thousand soldiers on the front line have been killed or injured. One can imagine the consequences after returning to the capital.

Your Majesty.

I have tried my best...

Zou Renbiao walked back to his tent slowly, step by step.