Tangli Fried Snow

There were six or seven burly men in the tent, each with a ferocious look on their face, covered in blood, and their weapons were stained with sticky blood. Sherry didn't dare to utter a sound, just sat quietly in place, praying that these people weren't ruthless butchers, and praying that no one would come up and slit her throat.

The devout woman was willing to offer a hundred taels of incense money, only asking the Bodhisattva to save her life. She silently prayed to Jesus, the Virgin Mary, Guanyin Bodhisattva, the Jade Emperor and Queen Mother, the Great Sage Equal to Heaven, and even the Golden Horned King.

It's unknown which deity heard her prayers, but thankfully no one harmed her.

Duan Jingyu did not stay there for long. He had someone find Jin Cheng a set of thick, warm clothes for him to wear, and then tied him up tightly.

If they kidnap Jin Cheng and take him back to their old nest in the south, maybe I can escape in the chaos. A naive idea flashed through Xue Li's mind.

Duan Jingyu walked towards her.

He exuded a bloody aura and a chilling presence. At that moment, his appearance was irrelevant; no matter how handsome he was, he would still look like an executioner.

Duan Jingyu looked Xue Li up and down, then slowly raised his blood-stained right hand and gently stroked her head.

Sherry couldn't help but close her eyes for a moment, following his movements, and her body involuntarily shivered.

His gentle, pleasant voice rang in my ears: "What's your name?"

Sherry swallowed hard, gave a military salute, and said in a low voice, "General Duan, my name is Su Mu, and I am a bodyguard of Inspector Jin."

She desperately wanted him to leave with all that people, to just let her go like a fart.

To everyone's surprise, Duan Jingyu chuckled and asked again, "What does your mother call you?"

Mother? The original owner had long forgotten his mother. He never dared to think about his own mother, for fear that he would burst into tears if he did.

She said, trembling, "My mother calls me Sherry."

"Sherry, what a lovely name." His eyes were fixed on her. "Would you like to come with us?"

Sherry snapped out of her grief: "Actually, I'm one of Commander Wen's men. I was just temporarily assigned to Supervisor Jin for a few days. I want to go to Weiling County to find Commander Wen." She boldly spoke a long sentence.

Duan Jingyu smiled again, but that smile was quickly replaced by cold words: "If you don't come with me, you'll either be hacked to death here or be gang-raped until you die. You'll probably never see your Commandant Wen again in this lifetime." He paused, then said, "I'll give you ten breaths to think it over. Do you want to wait here to die, or come with me?"

Sherry made her decision in just one second.

“I am willing to follow General Duan.”

Duan Jingyu gave her a satisfied look and told her to change into a set of thick clothes and shoes.

Sherry quickly changed into a cotton-padded coat, the same one that Officer Wen had taken her to buy at the clothing store.

Outside, chaos reigned. As soon as she stepped out of the tent, she saw Dongzi lying dead. He had been stabbed through the chest with a sword, and all the blood had already drained from his body. His eyes were still open, staring at her.

Tears welled up in Shirley's eyes uncontrollably. They had even had dinner together that night, and he had affectionately called her "Little Sister Su." Ever since he realized she was a girl, he had been very kind to her. Shirley couldn't help but cry out loud.

As soon as she started crying, several fierce-looking men turned around to look at her, which frightened her so much that she quickly swallowed her sobs.

Duan Jingyu ordered one of his men to lift her onto the horse. She was held in the arms of a smaller man, while Jin Cheng was unceremoniously thrown onto the horse's back.

The group rode on tall horses, carrying Shirley and Jin Cheng, into the inky black night.

I don't know what kind of bird flew overhead, its wings vibrating in the air. It was a noisy, chilling sound, full of fear.

A kind of flow with an uncertain destination.

The journey took them half the night, and they didn't arrive at their camp until dawn. A deafening cheer erupted as the enemy soldiers, seeing their young master had brought Jin Cheng back, excitedly rushed forward to speak with him.

Duan Jingyu rode his horse around in circles, feeling quite smug. The big black horse, also a show-off, reared up on its hind legs and let out a loud neigh, making its owner the center of attention.

"Yesterday's plan was completed, and everyone deserves a reward!" These words were followed by thunderous cheers from the crowd.

The man behind Sherry cheered excitedly, making her ears hurt.

That night had really worn her out; she was exhausted and felt like she was about to fall off her horse. She secretly glanced at Jin Cheng; that brat wasn't doing well either. His face was pale, as if his soul had flown away, and he had lost all his former charm.

"The three thousand brothers who died in Mengjin yesterday will not have died in vain. I will avenge them and compensate their families many times over."

Another wave of shouts and voices rose from the crowd.

Jin Cheng raised his head from his horse, glanced at Duan Jingyu, and his eyes were full of hatred.

Just as Shirley was about to fall off her horse, Duan Jingyu finally ended his rally and immediately ordered people to settle the two of them down.

Jin Cheng was locked in a small dark room, while Xue Li was taken away by a strong old woman in her forties or fifties. She was given a hot meal and then shown a large dormitory bed. She felt like her bones were about to fall apart. She was exhausted and scared that night. Dong Zi's miserable state seemed to be flashing before her eyes. She didn't care about anything else, so she threw herself onto the bed and fell asleep immediately, sleeping soundly until the end.

When she woke up again, it was still barely dawn. She quickly realized that it must be getting dark soon.

Good heavens, I slept for a whole day! If this were on the battlefield, I would have died ten times over.

"You're awake?" A gruff woman's voice came from inside. Sherry got up embarrassed and called out to her, "Sister-in-law."

"Are you hungry? Here, have some food." After she finished speaking, she scooped a bowl of white rice porridge for her. Xue Li thanked her and took the large porcelain bowl, slurping it down until she was full.

"Young lady, how old are you?" the woman asked her again.

"Sister-in-law, I'm fifteen." Shirley handed the bowl back to her. "I'll go wash the bowl."

The woman said, "No need, just give it to me. Don't call me sister-in-law, just call me Aunt Du. My son is already twenty."

"Thank you, Aunt Du," Xue Li said obediently.

“General Duan came to see you once. He saw that you were sleeping soundly and asked me to take care of you here. He said that if you wake up, I should take you to see him,” said Aunt Du.

Xue Li nodded and followed Aunt Du to Duan Jingyu's tent.

The guard at the door announced that someone inside told her to wait.

She waited patiently for about half an hour, and then she could vaguely hear Duan Jingyu talking about the brothers who had sacrificed their lives inside, his voice heavy with sorrow.

Shirley finally understood. It must have been Duan Jingyu who played a trick, using the pretense of a major battle to lure away General Jin Yan's main force, leaving three thousand elite soldiers to hold off Jin Yan's army, while he led his troops in a counterattack, attacking the northern army's stronghold, and taking advantage of the empty forces there to capture Jin Yan's precious son, Jin Cheng.

That was a brilliant move. Sherry was completely in awe of him.