On the wedding day, my wife was abnormal

On the southwestern border, between towering mountains and steep cliffs, there is a majestic city guarding a strategic point, named "Heishidong".

This city is built on the mountain, and its walls are made of local black boulders, which are easy to defend and difficult to attack. It is the core stronghold of the rebellious "Red Flame Tribe" and a key barrier to prevent the Daqian King's army from penetrating into the southwest hinterland.

Now, the totem flag of the Red Flame Tribe is flying on the city wall, the barbarian soldiers are densely packed, rolling logs and rocks are piled up like mountains, and arrowheads are flashing cold light in the thin sunlight.

After days of rapid marches, Daqian's elite troops finally arrived at the city.

The central army camp was located on a high slope three miles away from Heishidun, overlooking the mountain city that was entrenched like a black giant beast.

The air was filled with the lingering smell of gunpowder, the fishy odor of grass, trees, and soil, as well as the dull roar of barbarian war drums.

The central army tent is not a traditional marching tent, but a temporary yet magnificent wooden palace. It is mainly black in color and decorated with golden phoenix patterns, which is majestic and gorgeous.

Inside the tent, on the huge sand table, the model of Black Stone Cave was surrounded by scarlet flags.

Murong Yan was not wearing military uniform, but was still wearing the extremely gorgeous, light as a dream, black and gold Su brocade cotton nightgown with the pattern of "Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix" - the "Divine Phoenix Descent Skirt", which was incompatible with the bloody battlefield and seemed to be able to suppress all weapons. She was leaning lazily on a wide commander's throne covered with a complete white tiger skin.

The days of running around and being exhausted did not seem to have left too many traces on her. There was only a hint of real fatigue between her eyebrows, but more of it was a kind of sharpness that was almost excited and before hunting.

In the slightly dim light inside the tent, the extremely dark black Su Jin base material absorbs the sunlight that penetrates through the gap in the tent door, presenting a kind of ink color that has experienced the dust but is increasingly calm. The golden cotton wool and real gold thread woven into it still flow with unyielding dark golden waves in the dust, mysterious and noble.

On top of the "Divine Phoenix Descent Skirt", the overwhelming giant phoenix is ​​embroidered with only red gold thread. In the solemn and murderous environment at this moment, it looks even more scorching and oppressive. The phoenix feathers are layered, as if stained with the blood of the battlefield, and its noble majesty reveals a murderous aura that can crush everything!

The black diamond in the phoenix's eyes was cold and penetrating, reflecting the lonely city on the sand table.

The wide, light trumpet sleeves fell, the gold tassels at the cuffs stained with a little dust, yet still shone with a radiant brilliance. On her left thumb, she wore a translucent, pure black jade ring, adding a touch of cold majesty.

The five-meter-long tail of Su Jin did not retract at all, but dragged naturally and windingly on the ground covered with rough animal skins!

The extremely luxurious tail was already stained with the dust and grass of the camp. The gems inlaid on it stubbornly reflected the cold light, like a dark golden destiny descending on the battlefield, forming a thrilling contrast with the rugged environment around it.

Lin Zhen was wearing a dark light armor, with a slightly bulging shoulder injury. His face became paler due to fatigue and old injuries, but he still stood upright beside the commander's seat, staring calmly at the sand table.

Several high-ranking generals stood solemnly in the tent, heads bowed, awaiting the final order to attack. Outside the tent, the neighing of war horses and the clashing of armor could be faintly heard.

"Are all the siege equipment in place?" Murong Yan didn't look at the sand table, but played with the black jade ring on her thumb, her voice lazily hoarse.

"Your Majesty!" the vanguard commander bowed. "Ten mountain-breaking crossbows have arrived at the front line, and battering rams and ladders are ready! However, the walls of Black Stone Cave are high and thick, and the barbarians are resisting stubbornly. A forced attack would result in casualties."

"Casualties?" Murong Yan chuckled, her voice cold. "Did I bring you to the southwest just to enjoy the scenery?"

The general trembled all over and dared not say anything more.

Murong Yan slowly stood up, her five-foot-long train sliding along. She strolled to the tent door, lifted a corner of the heavy curtain, and gazed out at the dark city in the distance. A mountain breeze blew in, picking up her long hair and wide, flared sleeves, causing the hem of her "Divine Phoenix Dress" to flutter slightly.

"How many days can Wang Jian's Zhennan Pass hold out?" She asked softly without turning back.

"The latest military report will be available in three days at most." Lin Zhen's calm voice sounded, with a barely perceptible heaviness.

"Three days," Murong Yan repeated, gently rubbing the black jade ring on her fingertips, "That's enough."

She turned around suddenly!

The movements are swift and majestic!

The light and elegant five-meter-long Su Jin tail was suddenly lifted up by the sudden turn, and the huge dark golden skirt fluttered like a battle flag, sweeping across the rough animal skin ground with a swish!

As the hem of the skirt suddenly floated up, it suddenly revealed the gorgeous lining inside. It was made of the same dark black Su brocade as the base, but with more brilliant and dazzling red gold thread, with the ultimate craftsmanship of "weaving gold all over the ground", and was embroidered with hundreds of phoenixes facing the sun, lotus patterns and patterns of longevity and blessings!

The golden phoenix and floral patterns on the lining suddenly flashed in the dim light inside the tent. The golden light was dazzling and brilliant, gorgeous and glorious to the extreme, like the flames of revenge suddenly ignited in the iron-blooded military camp, noble, dazzling, and full of the determination to crush all enemies!

The skirt falls down, and the brilliance is restrained.

But Murong Yan's murderous intent was as sharp as a sword drawn from its sheath: "Send the order."

Her voice was clear and cold, echoing in the tent. "First, all mountain-breaking crossbows must be equipped with Fire Crow arrows. Target the city's granaries, water sources, and the stone buildings of the Red Flame tribe leaders. Burn them!"

"Second, select three hundred death warriors, carry kerosene cans, and climb up the cliffs of the back mountain at night and sneak into the city. Your only mission is to set fire! Burn wherever there are many people!"

"Third, the main force of the siege will attack the east gate at dawn. This will attract the main force of the barbarians."

She glanced at the generals, a cruel smile curling her lips. "Tell the soldiers not to lay down their weapons for three days after they capture the city."

"Every male in the city taller than the wheels of the carriage shall be slaughtered."

"Women serve as camp prostitutes."

"Whoever grabs the property will own it."

The orders came one after another, cold, bloody, and full of extremely utilitarian incentives!

This is to completely destroy the resistance will and survival basis of Black Stone Cave!

The generals were horrified when they heard this, but no one dared to object. Instead, a trace of bloodthirsty excitement flashed in their eyes, and they responded in unison: "As ordered!"

"As for you," Murong Yan turned her gaze to Lin Zhen, her tone unquestionable, "stay in the center of the army. Take charge of the overall situation."

Lin Zhen suddenly looked up at her, a hint of anxiety and worry flashed in his eyes, and his lips moved, as if he wanted to insist on going to the front line together.

"This is an imperial decree." Murong Yan interrupted him, her eyes cold, "Your injuries haven't healed yet. I don't want to carry you back to the capital."

After saying this, she stopped looking at him and walked straight to the outside of the tent in her gorgeous and heavy "Divine Phoenix Dress". A specially made tall command vehicle decorated with phoenix patterns, which could be used to stand and overlook the battlefield, was ready.

The siege began in an extremely depressing and terrifying atmosphere.

First, in the darkest hour before dawn, huge fires suddenly erupted in many parts of Blackstone Cave City! Granaries, wells, and even the chieftain's residence were engulfed in flames one after another!

Chaos and panic spread instantly!

Then, at dawn, the deafening drums of war sounded! The Daqian army launched a fierce feint attack on the east gate! Arrows rained down, and the cry of killing shook the heavens!

The real killer move was the "Fire Crow Arrows" fired from the ten "Mountain-Breaking Crossbows," trailing flaming tails! Like meteors from hell, they smashed precisely into the city's vital points! The sounds of explosions, burning, and cries intertwined, and Black Stone Cave instantly transformed into a sea of ​​​​inferno!

Murong Yan stood on the tall command vehicle, wearing the "Divine Phoenix Dress" that was out of place on the battlefield but full of majesty. The mountain breeze blew her long hair and wide flared sleeves, and the five-meter-long train hung down from the platform of the vehicle and meandered to the ground.

She looked down at the bloody battlefield in the distance with an expressionless face, the firelight dancing in her cold pupils, as if she was admiring a magnificent painting.

Occasionally, she would raise her hand wearing the black jade ring and point somewhere, and the messenger beside her would immediately wave the command flag to adjust the rhythm and direction of the attack.

The bloody siege lasted a whole day.

Although the barbarians defending the city were brave, their resistance gradually collapsed under the pressure from both inside and outside, fire attacks and absolute force.

In the evening, the city gate was finally knocked open by the "battering ram"!

The Daqian army swarmed in like wolves and tigers!

The city suddenly fell into more brutal street fighting and massacre.

Only then did Murong Yan slowly get off the command vehicle.

She did not enter the chaotic city, but returned to the central military tent.

Candles were lit in the tent.

She leaned back lazily on the white tiger-skin seat, listening to the faint sounds of fighting and crying coming from afar, her expression calm, even with a hint of boredom.

She stretched out her hand and looked at the cuff of her "Divine Phoenix Dress" which had been stained with a little dark red blood that had already dried up and had splashed there at some unknown time, and her brows furrowed slightly.

"Dirty," she whispered to herself, with genuine disgust in her tone.

At this time, Lin Zhen walked quickly into the tent. His light armor was stained with blood, his face was pale, and there was a trace of fatigue and reluctance in his eyes.

He had just gone to the front line for an inspection, and the tragic situation in the city made him feel uneasy.

Murong Yan raised her eyes to look at him, her gaze falling on his blood-stained shoulder armor, her eyes suddenly turning cold: "Whose blood is this?"

Lin Zhen was silent for a moment, then whispered, "It's from the barbarian general."

Murong Yan looked at him quietly for a moment, then suddenly stood up and walked in front of him.

She reached out her hand, not to touch his wound, but to use her thumb, which was wearing a black jade ring, to wipe the glaring bloodstain on his shoulder armor with great force! Her movements were rough, with an unquestionable sense of possession and anger.

"I have said," she said in a low voice, with a hint of dangerous hostility, "your blood can only be shed for me."

After wiping it a few times, the bloodstain did not go away, but instead left a red mark on the cuff of her luxurious nightgown.

Murong Yan's brow furrowed even deeper, a glint of cruelty flashing in her eyes. She abruptly withdrew her hand, looked outside the tent, and said coldly, "Order! Bring all the barbarian leaders captured today to the city gates! Skin them! Pile their heads into a memorial!"

"The rest of the prisoners will be buried alive tomorrow morning!"

The order was given, coldly and cruelly.

Lin Zhen's body trembled slightly, and he lowered his eyes without saying a word.

Murong Yan seemed to have vented her anger.

She turned around and stopped looking at Lin Zhen. She walked towards the temporary bedroom behind the tent in her "Divine Phoenix Dress" that was stained with blood but still gorgeous and dazzling.

When she reached the door, she paused slightly without looking back, and her voice came coldly:

"You stay outside tonight."

"No one is allowed to come in without my permission."

"including you."

After saying that, she stepped into the inner tent, her gorgeous train finally slid in, and the curtain fell.

Lin Zhen stood alone in the tent, listening to the faint screams coming from afar and the crackling of the candlelight inside the tent. He raised his hand and gently stroked the place on the shoulder armor that she had rubbed hard, his eyes as complicated as the abyss.