On the wedding day, my wife was abnormal

That day, inside Fengli Hall, the mark on the sand table marking the Qi army's vanguard camp was replaced by a small flag, indicating its removal. Murong Yan listened to the battle report with no expression on her face.

"King Qi should not be disdainful now, but feel a little pain, right?" She asked softly, with a hint of cruel pleasure in her tone.

She slowly sat up, and her five-foot tail slid along.

She walked to the sand table and her eyes fell on the model representing the main pass of Black Wind Pass.

"It's time to make him feel more pain." She stretched out her hand wearing the black jade ring and gently pulled out a larger flag at the pass that represented the main defense of the Qi army.

"Send a message to the Thunder God Camp," she said in a clear and cold voice, "Tomorrow at dawn, bombard the mountains on both sides of the Black Wind Pass!"

"I want to see whether the King of Qi's pass is stronger or my artillery fire is stronger."

At dawn the next day, before daybreak, a series of loud noises, like thunder in the sky, suddenly came from the direction of Heifeng Pass!

The earth trembled!

The Qi army was horrified to see that the mountains on both sides of the pass, which were originally extremely solid, were blown apart like tofu under the bombardment of a powerful artillery that they had never seen before!

Huge rocks rolled down, dust filled the sky, and the painstakingly built fortifications turned into ruins in an instant!

The elite Qi troops stationed on both sides were buried alive or blown to pieces without even seeing the enemy!

When the news reached the Qi army camp, King Gao Zhan of Qi finally changed his color completely!

He rushed out of the tent, looked at the smoke and faint screams in the distance, his face turned pale, and the hand holding the hilt of the sword trembled violently!

What kind of weapon is this?!

Yuwen Shu never mentioned that the Qian army had such terrifying artillery!

Fear, like an icy poisonous snake, truly wrapped around his heart for the first time!

When he returned to the central military tent in a daze, he saw a glass of wine placed on the table at some point.

The wine was scarlet, like blood. Beside it was a note, written in beautiful handwriting but with a chilling chill:

"Your Majesty, the celebratory wine has cooled. Would a glass of 'panic wine' be to your liking? — Presented by Murong Yan."

"Puff!" The King of Qi suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood. He was shocked and angry, and almost fainted!

Murong Yan's men were actually able to quietly put something into his central military tent?!

Doesn't this mean that she can take his life at any time? !

That night, the Qi army camp was in a state of panic, and the patrol force increased several times. The King of Qi could not sleep all night, and was paranoid.

Inside Fengli Hall, Murong Yan finally chuckled as she listened to the secret guards reporting that the King of Qi had vomited blood and the military camp was under martial law.

The clear laughter echoed in the hall, but it made the generals standing nearby shudder.

"He just spit out a mouthful of blood?" She tilted her head, her tone tinged with innocent cruelty, "I thought he could hold on a little longer."

She seemed to be in a good mood, stretching lazily, her wide bell sleeves fluttering. She turned and looked at Lin Zhen, who had been standing silently in the shadows.

"Husband," she called softly, with a hint of weariness and dependence in her voice, "Come on~"

Lin Zhen stepped forward as he was told.

Murong Yan didn't say anything more, but suddenly stretched out her arms, hugged his waist, and gently leaned her head on his strong chest.

The wide and gorgeous trumpet sleeves wrapped around him, and the dark gold Su Jin was tightly attached to his black tights.

Part of the five-meter-long tail naturally wrapped around his legs.

It was a natural yet strangely intimate embrace against the backdrop of war. She seemed to be drawing warmth and comfort from him.

Lin Zhen's body stiffened slightly, then relaxed and let her lean on him. His arms hesitated for a moment, and finally gently wrapped around her shoulders.

He could feel the cool, silky texture of Su Jin, the fabric of her nightgown, and the hardness of the gold embroidery. He could smell the unique cold plum fragrance in her hair, mixed with the faint smell of gunpowder in the hall.

The other generals in the hall had already wisely lowered their heads, held their breath, and quietly retreated to a distance.

"He's scared," Murong Yan buried her face in his chest, her voice muffled, with a hint of satisfaction and laziness, "It's really fun."

Lin Zhen remained silent and just tightened his arms.

After a long time, Murong Yan slowly raised her head.

Her face had returned to that lazy and indifferent expression, but deep in her eyes, there seemed to be a hint of imperceptible relaxation.

She reached out and gently brushed Lin Zhen's chin with the tip of her finger wearing the black jade ring, her action carrying a sense of possessive intimacy.

"Just wait," she said, her voice turning cold as she gazed at the dark night sky outside the hall. "Wait until he bleeds dry and his courage is broken with fear."

She turned around suddenly!

The action was filled with a resolute killing intent!

The light and elegant five-meter-long Su Jin train was suddenly lifted up by the sudden turn, and the huge dark golden skirt spread out like the wings of a phoenix about to swoop down, sweeping across the wooden floor 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 candlelight. The golden light was dazzling and magnificent to the extreme, like the flames of revenge that suddenly broke out in the shadow of war, noble, dazzling, and with a determination to devour everything!

The skirt falls down, and the brilliance is restrained.

But Murong Yan's fighting spirit was like a prairie fire: "Next, it will be Linzi City's turn to tremble."

The smoke of the disastrous defeat at Heifeng Pass had not yet cleared, and the main force of the Qi army had retreated hundreds of miles, suffered heavy casualties, and its morale plummeted.

However, Murong Yan did not give the enemy a chance to breathe.

Her troops, like a precise poisonous snake, bypassed the defeated army and penetrated directly into the heart of Qi State, approaching the most important military town in the northern border of Qi State, known as the "key to the northern border" - "Iron Wall City".

Tiebi City, as its name suggests, has high and thick walls built with giant bluestones, making it easy to defend but difficult to attack. There is sufficient food and grass in the city, and the 50,000 defenders are all elite troops of Qi.

After suffering a series of setbacks, King Gao Zhan of Qi, still in shock, placed his last hope on this city. He ordered the defenders to hold it to the death and urgently mobilized reinforcements from the rear, hoping to use the city as a fulcrum to stabilize his position and turn the tide of the war.

Deep down in his heart, he still had a glimmer of hope, thinking that Murong Yan had come a long way and had limited troops. As long as he could defend Tiebi City and wear down her morale, there would still be a chance to turn defeat into victory when reinforcements arrived.

Even in the secret message to the defending general, he still showed a hint of forced arrogance, calling Murong Yan "a witch who has run out of tricks."

However, he didn't know that Murong Yan's goal was never simply to capture cities.

Thirty miles outside Tiebi City, on a slightly higher hill overlooking the entire city and surrounding mountains and rivers, the Daqian front-line command center - "Fengxiangtai" has been established.

This platform is not a simple tent, but a temporary platform with a distinct palace style, quickly built with huge trees and rammed earth. The platform has a wide view and can accommodate carriages and horses. The Fengling Guards are on high alert all around.

It was late autumn, a chill wind bleak, and withered grass stretched to the horizon. In the center of Fengxiang Terrace, on a massive sand table representing the Northern Frontier, a model of Tiebi City was surrounded by countless small flags representing the Qian Army.

Murong Yan was not in the warm room, but was wearing the black and gold Su Jin cotton nightgown with the pattern of "Birds Paying Homage to the Phoenix" which was extremely gorgeous and light as a dream, but formed a thrilling contrast with the solemn autumn day and the scene of the enemy at the gates. She was standing on the edge of the high platform facing the wind, gazing at the city in the distance that was entrenched like a gray giant beast.

The autumn wind whipped, ruffling her long hair and wide, flared sleeves, her skirt billowing. Under the bleak autumn sun, the extremely dark black Su brocade absorbed the light, revealing a weathered yet increasingly tranquil inky hue. The golden cotton velvet and genuine gold threads woven into it shone in the wind, creating a cold yet resilient dark golden ripple. Mysterious and noble, it formed a stark contrast with the withered earth beneath her feet and the austere city in the distance.

On top of the "Divine Phoenix Descent Skirt", the overwhelming giant phoenix is ​​embroidered with only red gold thread. It seems to be taking off in the autumn wind, with its layered phoenix feathers blazing like cold flames. Its noble majesty reveals a murderous aura that can freeze everything!

The black diamond in the phoenix's eyes was cold and penetrating, reflecting the outline of the Iron Wall City.

The translucent black jade ring on her left thumb glowed with a cold luster in the autumn sun.

The five-meter-long tail of the Su Jin was not completely blown up by the wind, but was dragged directly and heavily on the rough rammed earth ground of Fengxiang Terrace!

The extremely luxurious tail was stained with dust and dead grass debris, and the gems inlaid on it stubbornly reflected the cold light, like a dark golden boundary marker descending on the battlefield, announcing death.

Lin Zhen, wearing a dark light armor and a black cloak, stood quietly half a step behind her, his face calm, his eyes scanning the surrounding wilderness and the city defenses in the distance sharply, his hand always on the hilt of the sword at his waist.

A scout rushed up to the platform and knelt on one knee: "Your Majesty! The vanguard of the Qi army's reinforcements has reached the Black Water Valley fifty miles away, with approximately 20,000 cavalry!"

Another general followed closely behind, reporting, "Your Majesty, the four gates of Tiebi City are firmly closed, the garrison is heavily guarded, and they have ample supplies of rolling logs and rocks. A forced attack would likely result in heavy casualties."

Murong Yan didn't turn around, but only hummed softly, as if she had expected it. She raised her right hand, which was adorned with the black jade ring, and pointed to a winding river beside the Iron Wall City model on the sand table.

"This river... is called 'Drinking Horse River', right?" she asked softly. Her voice was a little vague due to the wind, but it was clear to the ears.

"Your Majesty, that's right! This river is the only source of water for Tiebi City and its surrounding areas!" The Minister of War replied quickly.

"Water source..." Murong Yan's lips curled up in a faint, cold arc, "Send a message to the 'Poison Scorpion Camp', poison the upstream at midnight tonight. I don't want them to die immediately, I want them to die slowly of thirst and madness..."

The order was given lightly, but it sent chills down the spines of the surrounding generals! This was going to end the life of the soldiers and civilians in the city!

"Your Majesty!" an old general couldn't help but speak out, "There are tens of thousands of civilians in the city. Is this move..."