Marrying the Crown Prince

The Western Qin were ambitious. After obtaining the defense map, they quickly assembled their army and arrived at the city.

A massive army was pressing in; looking down from the city walls, it was a vast, dark mass, probably numbering in the tens of thousands.

There were only about 10,000 troops in the city.

It seems that the Western Qin are determined to take this city.

Chen Muchuan glanced at it and revealed a cryptic smile.

Li Changyuan peeked out and fell silent—Big brother, have we gone too far?!

With so many people, if there are no reinforcements and the defense map is leaked, how many days can we hold out?

Indeed, in order to successfully deceive the Western Qin people, the data in the defense map provided by Chen Muchuan was accurate, such as the number of troops guarding the city and the number of people.

Soon, the war drums sounded, and the Western Qin's assault squads charged up carrying ladders.

Chen Muchuan waved his hand and ordered, "Let's do it!"

Bucket after bucket of molten gold was poured in, and the crossbowmen nocked their arrows, sending a hail of arrows raining down from the sky.

The first battle was a test of the strength of both sides, so the Western Qin troops quickly withdrew.

At this moment, Li Changyuan could no longer hold back and leaned against the city wall, vomiting uncontrollably.

For no other reason than that it was the first time I had ever seen the golden juice described in the book.

"Let's go." Chen Muchuan carried the barely alive Li Changyuan down the city wall.

Despite his initial victory, he felt little joy – although everything was going according to plan, achieving a complete victory would not be easy.

After being besieged for an unknown period of time, Li Changyuan went from feeling nauseous and vomiting at the beginning to feeling numb now.

This time, Western Qin had some intelligence and a numerical advantage. They had all the advantages of timing and location. With the first two, the people were naturally on their side as well.

Even though Chen Muchuan was well-prepared, he couldn't be completely foolproof.

Soon, enemy troops scaled the city wall from the west gate.

The Chen family soldiers guarding the city wall immediately drew their swords and slashed forward, shouting, "Kill—!"

Driven to a bloodthirst, Li Changyuan joined the army in a charge, and the attacking Western Qin squad was quickly wiped out.

As the sun began to set, half the sky was dyed red, blending with the red on the ground, faces, and hands.

The setting sun burned brightly, casting its light upon the earth and enveloping the distant mountains in a crimson hue.

Li Changyuan stood quietly on the city wall, looking down at the severed limbs and the desolate land below.

A gentle evening breeze swept by, carrying away the thick smell of blood and bringing a touch of coolness.

Li Changyuan, who had become one with the land, suddenly awoke and grabbed a passing young officer, asking, "Where is the master?"

"The general is inspecting military intelligence over to the south."

"Thank you."

Soon, Li Changyuan met Chen Muchuan. He had lost a lot of weight recently, but his eyes were getting brighter and brighter, as if they were burning with fire.

"Young Master Zhou, why are you leaving in such a hurry?" Chen Muchuan asked gently.

Upon hearing his voice, Li Changyuan's pounding heart quickly calmed down. "Sir, I'll go with you!"

Seeing that he looked energetic and in good spirits, Chen Muchuan nodded in agreement.

After some investigation, it was found that the number of casualties in Chen's army was not large, but Chen Muchuan's expression remained solemn when he returned to his tent.

He looked at Li Changyuan beside him and asked, "How is your kung fu?"

"...Is it...okay?" Li Changyuan asked hesitantly.

Chen Muchuan reached out and patted him on the shoulder before leaving.

Li Changyuan blinked in confusion.

I don't know how much time has passed, it should have been seven days, but those seven days felt like ten days.

One by one, the wounded were carried off the city wall, and Li Changyuan's main battlefield was moved from the city wall to the rear.

At first, Li Changyuan was unwilling. He said, "A real man should stand between heaven and earth. How can I hide with women and children?"

"You think things are much easier over there than here?" Chen Muchuan scoffed. "Besides, you didn't come here to learn how to fight."

His words were a revelation to Li Changyuan. "Yes, you are right, sir. I was narrow-minded."

Chen Muchuan's cold expression softened somewhat, and he beckoned to a soldier beside him, asking him to take Li Changyuan for a walk in the rear of the main camp.

"Go."

"Yes."

Soon, Li Changyuan had been in the rear for five days.

He carried a medicine box on his back and followed the doctor. He picked up a dagger and deftly cut open the tattered cloth, revealing a wound that was already red, swollen, and festering, with pale yellow pus oozing from it.

The doctor was furious when he saw the template. "Why did you only come when it was so serious?"

The injured young player scratched his head and chuckled, "I don't think it's anything, it doesn't hurt much, just... ah—"

A scream pierced the sky; it turned out that the glaring physician had pressed on the young general's wound.

Li Changyuan lit a candle in his heart for him, then took out a cotton cloth wrapped around cork, stuffed it into his mouth, and comforted him, "General, bear with it."

After saying that, Li Changyuan got up and picked up a piece of firewood that was burning brightly from the campfire next to him.

The young general blinked, puzzled.

The doctor smiled gently, wiped the dagger with a clean cotton cloth, and then put it in the fire to heat it.

An ominous premonition welled up in the young general's heart.

As piece after piece of rotten flesh was cut away, the young general's back was soaked with sweat.

Even after staying here for five days, seeing this scene, Li Changyuan still couldn't bear it and turned his head away.

War, regardless of victory or defeat, is a source of suffering for both soldiers and civilians.

But how could they forget the hatred they felt for Anping County?

Finally, the doctor finished treating the young general's wound. Li Changyuan quickly sprinkled on some medicinal powder and bandaged it with a clean cotton cloth.

Seeing Li Changyuan's practiced movements, Chen Muchuan raised an eyebrow and stepped forward, "How is it?"

Li Changyuan didn't even look up when he heard the voice. "Luckily, if it had been any later, my arm wouldn't have been gone."

The young general pursed his lips, not daring to agree.

After tying the knot, Li Changyuan looked at Chen Muchuan and asked, "May I ask what brings you here, sir?"

Could he be injured?

That shouldn't be the case. Haven't those guys from Western Qin stopped attacking cities in the last three days?

Yes, three days have passed since the Western Qin people last attacked the city.

These three days were peaceful, but the anxiety in the air was undeniable. Everyone in the city looked solemn, fearing that the people of Western Qin were plotting something bad.

"How much grain is left?" Chen Muchuan asked.

Indeed, as a highly skilled talent, how could Chen Muchuan bear to let Li Changyuan only do mindless tasks like bandaging wounds?

Therefore, everything in the rear, including the management of medicines and provisions, as well as personnel mobilization, was left to Li Changyuan's hands.

"If we save money, we can last another month," Li Changyuan replied.

"From today onwards, there's no need to be frugal."

"Ok?"

"It's almost time."

Chen Muchuan's words seemed nonsensical, leaving Li Changyuan confused. "Sir, are you saying that the enemy troops are about to retreat?"

How can this be?

Clearly, Chen Muchuan understood this as well. "Do you think it's possible?"

"So what did you mean just now, sir?"

"Surround Wei and rescue Zhao."

That's right. If the Western Qin sends people to attack them, then Chen Muchuan's father and brothers can also send people to attack them.

In the next few days, news from Xiqin should reach us. At that time, those bastards at the gate will no longer be allowed to drag things out. A life-or-death battle is just around the corner!

As night fell, the sky was ablaze with the smoke of battle, war drums thundered, and the shouts of the two armies were deafening.

Li Changyuan, clad in heavy armor and wielding a long spear, followed the soldiers in their fierce charge.

Amidst the clashing of swords, crimson blood sprayed under the pure moonlight, splattering onto Li Changyuan's face, leaving a warm stain.

Warhorses neighed, carrying soldiers across the battlefield, the dust billowing up as a testament to loyalty and honor.