A Farm Girl: Three Acres of Fertile Land Can Be Exchanged for a Country

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Age stared intently at the two of them, not letting his guard down for even a moment.

"Now that he has arrived, it's time to open the city gates."

Wutong said, "Okay, you guys..."

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Abdo.

He snatched the military tally from Wutong's hand, raised it high, and ordered, "Fire the arrows!"

"General!"

Wutong realized what was happening and tried to stop it, but it was too late.

Dozens of people and dozens of arrows were fired at the crowd at the same time, and screams erupted from below the city wall.

Agona angrily accused, "You broke your promise!"

Wutong tugged at Abudo's sleeve, trying to calm him down.

Abdo shook off her hand and said calmly and firmly, "Release the arrows!"

Another volley of arrows was fired. Prince turned to escape, but a sharp arrow pierced his chest from behind, and he rolled off his horse.

Abdo put away his bow and commanded, "Release it again!"

The sycamore tree collapsed to the ground, knowing in its heart that the matter was already settled.

The number of Dongqi people under the city wall was only a few hundred. After several rounds of arrow rain, those who could escape fled, and those who could not escape died.

The once empty streets, which were meant for townspeople to set up stalls, are now piled high with corpses.

The autumn wind, carrying the stench of blood, drifted up to the city wall. The sycamore tree leaned against the wall, covering its eyes with the back of its hand, unable to bear the sight, feeling that the scene before it was like hell.

Abuduo was calm to the point of being aloof. After giving instructions on the follow-up matters, he tossed the military tally to Wutong and said, "It's yours from now on."

Wutong clutched the military tally, his heart filled with complex emotions.

This was the first time in her life that she had military power. Although she could only mobilize about a hundred people, it was still a great deal of power for her.

But this power requires the lives of so many people to be exchanged, so she can't be happy about it.

As Abuduo descended the city wall, a group of people ran towards him, led by Nanxing.

Nanxing was followed by dozens of city defense soldiers. Strangely, they were all wearing Southern Frontier Army uniforms instead of their original uniforms.

Abdo asked, "What happened?"

Nanxing looked at Wutong, who stepped forward and said, "It was my idea. I took the Southern Frontier Army uniforms from the General's Mansion's storeroom and had them change into them to disguise themselves as Southern Frontier soldiers when they entered the city."

She instructed Nanxing to lead this group of "Southern Frontier Army" to avoid the large Dongqi forces and instead target lone foes.

The Dongqi man who came to deliver the message was a lone individual. He saw dozens of "Southern Frontier Army" soldiers chasing him in a large and imposing manner. In the confusion, he mistook them for a large army coming to his aid, which allowed Wutong's plan to proceed.

She only thought about the past, not the future.

I originally thought that as long as Abudu was rescued, it didn't matter whether those people were arrested or not, and it wouldn't be a problem to let them go as promised.

I never expected that Abdul would later issue such an order.

Seeing the carnage everywhere, Nanxing was much calmer than Wutong. He jumped off his horse and said to Wutong, "Bring all forty men back. Three were injured, but no one died."

Wutong nodded, took the military tally, and said to the men, "Change back into your clothes and join us in cleaning up... the battlefield."

As everyone dispersed, Abdo remained standing there, his back to the sycamore tree, without saying a word.

Looking at the horrific wound on his back, Wutong couldn't help but say, "General, let's go back to the manor. I'll go and call a doctor for you."

Abdo finally made a move, picking up the knife from the ground and walking alone towards the general's mansion, leaving behind a message.

"You don't need to come along."

Wutong pursed her lips and watched his retreating figure, wondering what she had done wrong.

It took almost the entire night to restore Dagua Town to its original state.

Wutong didn't know how many people they had killed with that single shot on the city wall. All she knew was that after the cleanup was complete, the list submitted to her by the city defense troops read: a total of 431 corpses were cleared, 391 from Dongqi, 10 from townspeople, and 30 from the general's guards.

In a small town called Dagua, with a population of less than 10,000, more than 400 corpses were found in a single day.

Wutong stood on the street below the city gate with the list in her hand. The townspeople came and went in a hurry, their faces filled with fear, and they dared not look at her.

Finally, Nanxing came over, raised his hand and wiped her face with his sleeve, saying, "Things have been mostly taken care of. Go back and wash up."

Wutong then realized that she was covered in blood.

No wonder those people looked so scared when they looked at her.

Back in her school dormitory, she used to be terrified of even the sight of a mouse. How did she become like this?

Wutong looked somewhat lost and dejected as she dragged her heavy steps toward the General's Mansion.

Nanxing stood behind her, watching her go. Her face was framed by a pair of large, bright eyes, like black grapes, and her expression was complex.

Upon returning to her residence, Wutong instinctively wanted to boil a tub of hot water for a bath. However, as soon as she entered the kitchen and picked up some firewood, a soldier ran over and said solicitously, "Lady Wutong, let me boil the water for you."

Wutong was initially embarrassed, but under these circumstances, she couldn't care less.

She gave the firewood to the soldier and went back to her room. Soon after, two steaming buckets of water were brought over.

Soaking in the wooden bathtub, the hot water moistens the skin.

The dried bloodstains gradually dispersed, and the stench of blood rose with the steam.

Wutong half-closed her eyes and slowly exhaled.

The scene of the murder keeps replaying in her mind; she'll probably have to live with this nightmarish memory for a long time.

Nanxing stayed on the other side of the city wall to help out until very late.

Wutong had already gone to sleep. He walked to her bedside, lifted the blanket, and made sure she wasn't seriously injured before setting up a makeshift bed next to her.

The next day, Wutong woke up to a terrible scream outside. Startled, she thought another war was about to break out, so she quickly put on her clothes and hat and ran out to see what was going on.

In the front yard, five or six soldiers were chasing a dark, shadowy object, holding sharp knives. Things in the yard were knocked over and scattered, leaving a mess.

She leaned against the doorframe and looked closely. The dark thing had a big nose and big ears, and two tusks sticking out from the corner of its mouth. It was a wild boar.

"What is this doing?"

A soldier, panting, replied, "We won a battle yesterday, and General Abdo said he wanted to celebrate. So he bought wild boar from a farmer's house to give us a meal of wild boar meat!"

Wutong looked left and right, searching for something, but apart from the wild boar and the soldier, there was no one else in the front yard.

Then she asked, "Where did General Abdo go?"

"One pig isn't enough to feed us all. There are so many of us. The general led his men to hunt outside the pass early this morning, and they probably haven't returned yet."

Wutong thought to herself, "We just fought such a fierce battle yesterday, and today they're off hunting outside the Great Wall. Are they trying to kill themselves?"

The soldiers then joined the hunt for wild boars. Those creatures were strong and agile, and even managed to find their way out when surrounded by several people, even knocking one of them flat on its back.

"This guy is so difficult to deal with!" one soldier cursed.

Wutong was about to leave when the wild boar charged in her direction.

She glanced at a long-handled axe on a nearby wooden stake, picked it up, and smashed it down on the wild boar's head with the heavy back of the axe.

boom--

The wild boar collapsed to the ground with a thud, knocked unconscious, and only a sliver of the whites of its eyes were visible.

The soldier who had just spoken to her ran over, happily took the axe, and praised, "Lord Wutong is truly amazing! Thanks to you, otherwise we wouldn't have been able to eat this meat until tonight."

Wutong smiled, but her eyes were fixed on the wild boar, and she felt somewhat numb.

Yesterday's scene resurfaced, as if the blood from that person's neck was still spraying onto her face, still warm.

But when soldiers fight, there's no reason not to kill people.

It is only right and proper for them to guard the border, repel invading enemies, and restore peace to the people in the rear.

This is not a matter of right or wrong, but simply a matter of different perspectives.

She wiped away non-existent blood from her face and slowly walked back to her room.

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