Transmigrating to another world, starting as a mountain god

While Zhao Wanjun was bandaging her wounds, several officials joined forces to push an old official out of the city.

The old official's face was full of wrinkles, and his eyes were wet with tears, but he walked step by step toward the camp of the Xu Kingdom cavalry.

As predicted, Xu Guo did not commit any offenses for three days.

When Zhao Wanjun found out, she was furious.

Her voice was hoarse:

"you......"

"Stupid!"

Among the officials, there were those whose rank was no lower than Zhao Wanjun's, who immediately snorted coldly:

"You only think about resistance, but you can't see how exhausted our soldiers are! The people also need rest!"

Zhao Wanjun closed her eyes and sighed deeply: "You are personally burying the lives and honor of the entire city's soldiers and civilians..."

“If the Qian Kingdom retains any trace of its former self, you will be shameful surrenderers.”

The officials remained silent, and a great disagreement arose between them and Zhao Wanjun.

Three days later, the two sides fought again.

Zhao Wanjun's injuries worsened, but she managed to repel the enemy.

The cavalry general climbed to the city walls and asked again:

"If an official can be sent out, we can suspend the fighting for another three days!"

This time, the officials no longer questioned Zhao Wanjun, but secretly forced a minor official to leave the city.

The minor official cried out, but the city gates remained firmly shut, unmoved.

The Xu Kingdom cavalry general sneered, dragged the minor official to the back of his horse, and rode back with him.

The loess soil was stained with blood, the marks striking.

And so it went, three days after three days.

The people and soldiers in the city had rested enough, but they didn't want to fight anymore.

Whenever the cavalry general demanded someone, the officials would push out lower-ranking officials, or even secretly kidnap commoners and send them out disguised as officials.

Anyway, once Xu Guo takes someone, he'll kill them immediately.

The cavalry general followed the rules he set, requiring an official to come every three days.

However, the smile on his face became increasingly intriguing.

In the city, people were filled with anxiety, yet they were unwilling to end their wretched existence.

Fewer and fewer officials were available to send their children away, and the people began to be wary of them.

Zhao Wanjun was so angry that she developed a fever while recovering from her injury. Her wound became infected and she developed a high fever, making her feel dizzy and weak.

The night was dark, and the three-day period had come to an end.

Tonight is the final deadline. If we don't send an official out soon, the Xu Kingdom's cavalry might attack again.

The officials were so desperate that they gritted their teeth and prepared to push Zhao Wanjun out of the city as well.

They tied Zhao Wanjun up, put her on a makeshift cart, and carried her to the city gate.

The torches shone, faintly illuminating the darkness.

The people who heard the sound went to investigate, but were shocked and simply withdrew their eyes, not daring to utter a sound.

Among the crowd, An Yue's spies exchanged glances and hurriedly moved about, preparing to rescue people at the city gate.

Zhao Wanjun is of great importance; she cannot be allowed to die like this.

They originally wanted to observe for a while longer before contacting Zhao Wanjun, but now they had to move it forward.

Several burly men with menacing faces carried a cart, their eyes flashing with pity as they looked at the weak figure lying on it.

Since the outbreak of war, Zhao Wanjun has been doing her best to protect innocent people, and they have naturally received care and protection as well.

Now, however, they must personally hand over their benefactor to the enemy, just to ensure a few days of peace.

They inwardly condemned themselves, yet their bodies resolutely carried Zhao Wanjun toward the city gate.

The torches occasionally crackled, each crackling sound seeming to resonate in Zhao Wanjun's heart.

The officials urged them on beside the cart, fearing that if they were late, the Xu Kingdom cavalry would launch an attack under cover of night.

They spoke one after another, treating Zhao Wanjun like a commodity in a trade, showing not a shred of compassion.

Anger flashed across Zhao Wanjun's weak face, her hoarse voice filled with sorrow:

"You are all truly foolish..."

"You have utterly destroyed the fighting spirit of the soldiers and civilians throughout the city!"

"They will become fish on the chopping block for the Xu Kingdom's cavalry!"

Her face was pale, and her voice was weak and feeble.

Her wound was infected and the inflammation was severe; she was on the verge of fainting.

But she just kept her head turned and stared at the officials who dared not look up.

Like a severely wounded, angry lion staring directly at the pride that betrayed it.

The official dared not meet her gaze, but only urged the burly men to hurry up.

The people along the way all gathered around to watch, looking at each other in bewilderment, yet remaining silent.

"Lord Zhao, my benefactor Zhao!"

"sorry!"

The burly men lowered their heads in shame.

Sending Zhao Wanjun away wouldn't end the war, but it would delay the Xu Kingdom's cavalry attack by three days.

They just wanted to survive a little longer and were no longer willing to think about anything.

They were also unwilling to fight the cavalry of the Xu Kingdom any longer.

The enemy's psychological warfare tactics were remarkably effective.

Zhao Wanjun sighed softly and turned to look at the people around her.

Her eyes shone brightly, but her heart trembled.

Has anyone spoken up for me?

The people dared not meet Zhao Wanjun's eyes and all avoided her gaze.

No one in the entire city dared to look directly into Zhao Wanjun's piercing gaze.

Zhao Wanjun understood, a sardonic smile creeping onto her lips, and slowly closed her eyes.

Finally, a single, glistening tear fell from the corner of her eye.

Zhao Wanjun was not afraid of the corrupt officials in the capital, nor of the filthy people in the shadows.

Even if it meant the Zhao family was wiped out, his own future would be ruined, and he would almost die.

Despite constant ridicule and sarcasm, and the filth between her superiors and subordinates, she never gave up on the justice she believed in.

She firmly believes that justice will prevail in the world and that kindness resides in people's hearts.

As an official, one must live up to one's responsibilities and safeguard the peace and tranquility of the people.

This was her firmest resolve.

Even if she is demoted to a remote border town and has no one to rely on, she is determined to fulfill her duties and eliminate evil.

Although he had suffered many misfortunes, which made him somewhat cold-hearted and more murderous, his heart was still burning hot.

But now, she is truly wavering.

She was not afraid of being harmed by corrupt officials.

She was not afraid of being oppressed by powerful and wicked officials.

But the people just turned their heads away, not daring to look at her, and Zhao Wanjun felt an immense tightness in her chest.

Despite the entire city's patrons protecting her, not a single person spoke up for her.

In the dim firelight, Zhao Wanjun raised her eyes, glanced at the gray sky where the stars and moon were not visible, and slowly closed her eyes.

As if having accepted his fate, he let the cart carry him toward the city gate.

Her crimson official robe was already tattered and torn, with sword and knife marks all over the hem and edges.

The glaring knife scar on his neck was a dark red and dull color.

Zhao Wanjun lay quietly, her long hair disheveled from the jolting, her once beautiful face now only pale.

At this moment, she was lost in thought.

Perhaps he regrets his youthful arrogance, which led to the downfall of the Zhao family.

Perhaps they feel sentimental when they recall their youthful vigor.

Or perhaps, it's a self-mockery, a reflection of how naive and foolish one was to believe that human nature is inherently good, only to be ultimately betrayed.

Now, lying on the cart, she no longer seemed like the sharp-witted Zhao Siya of yesteryear.

She was not a spirited young lady from a noble family, but a helpless woman about to fall into the abyss of hell.

That crystal tear fell silently, landing on the cart and shattering into pieces.

Just like Zhao Wanjun's heart, filled with mixed feelings.

The cart wheels rolled across the muddy ground, and the people remained silent.

There was struggle and reluctance in their eyes, but in the end, they lowered their heads again.

At the city gate, several of An Yue's scouts were already prepared.