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

Upon receiving new information, Duan Fufeng once again convened a secret meeting with his military officers.

Wutong sat in the room, making a summons.

Nanxing is coming with great force, and it seems that a battle is inevitable. However, once the battle starts, there will be ruins and people will suffer. Will we lose even the last piece of pure land in the southern border region?

Is there any way to stop war?

Could it be that we can only grant Nanxing's request and let her go back with him?

No, Duan Fufeng wouldn't agree, and she wouldn't want to either. Besides, given Nanxing's current status, could the reason for mobilizing an army of 100,000 really be as simple as just taking back her toy?

He only wanted her as an excuse; he probably really wanted what she was in the southern border region.

The light in the study stayed on all night, only going out when the sky began to lighten.

When Wutong received the news, she was having breakfast with Shan. Upon hearing the news, she put down her bowl, ignored Shan's calls, and went straight to find Duan Fufeng.

Duan Fufeng was still in his study. The military officers had all left, and he sat alone behind his desk, looking tired, holding a map of the southern border.

"Your Highness." Wutong pushed open the door and entered, staring intently at him as she asked, "Do you really want to start a war? The soldiers nowadays are all using firearms. Once the fighting starts, there will surely be widespread bloodshed."

Duan Fufeng didn't speak, his eyes were dark, and he hadn't slept well for the past few days.

A ray of sunlight shone through the window, falling on the polished marble floor. It didn't reach the sycamore tree or him; it stood perfectly between the two of them, with only wisps of dust visible dancing in the beam.

"To tell you the truth, I don't support your war. It's too wasteful and exhausting for both you and him. Can't we think of a way to get him to give it up..."

"Give up?" Duan Fufeng interrupted her, raising his eyelids to reveal his cold, dark eyes.

"How can I give up? Do you expect me to hand you over to you?"

Wutong said urgently, "That's not what I meant!"

"Whether you are or not, I will not agree."

Duan Fufeng stood up, walked to the window with his hands behind his back, looked at the fiery red sunrise on the horizon, and said:

"The hatred of having one's wife stolen is just as unacceptable as the hatred of a country's destruction. Besides, he has already reached our doorstep, and there is no reason for us to back down. Wutong, I know that you and he have a close relationship, but if you still have a sentiment for the Southern Frontier, please do not interfere in this matter."

The sycamore tree smiled bitterly.

It's a war that's using her as a spoils of war as an excuse, so why doesn't she even have the right to intervene?

She bit her lip hard, looked at the other person's tall back, and asked, "Do you really have to fight?"

Duan Fufeng slowly uttered four words.

"A fight to the death."

On the fifth day after the Central Plains army arrived outside Kido Castle, the war horns sounded.

Nanxing did not receive the answer he wanted, and ordered his men to begin the siege. The Southern Frontier Army stationed inside the city put up a fierce resistance, using the impregnable city walls to hold out until reinforcements arrived.

Duan Fufeng went all out this time, sending out 100,000 soldiers equipped with the best guns and ammunition. As soon as they arrived at the foot of Mudu City, they began fighting with the Central Plains army.

One attacked while the other defended, day after day, ammunition was being consumed at an extremely rapid pace, yet neither side gained the upper hand.

Wutong, however, began to get anxious. Nanxing had Haoshan in his hands, and must have stockpiled countless ammunition. Even if they were all used up, they could be replenished at any time.

The ammunition in southern Xinjiang, however, was all collected by Duan Fufeng from the civilian population through various means, and its quality was far inferior. Secondly, the quantity was limited; once it was used up, it was gone, and how could they continue fighting?

If this stalemate continues, Moto City will certainly not be able to hold out. At that time, the Central Plains army will invade the southern border, causing irreparable damage.

Unable to contain herself, she went to find Duan Fufeng again. Although he hadn't personally led the troops into battle, he hadn't rested at the rear.

When the two met, he had been up all night, his eyes were bloodshot, a light bluish stubble had grown on his chin, and his face was visibly tired.

"What do you want?" He picked up the strong tea beside him, took a sip, and looked at the map, which was covered with markings.

Wutong asked directly, "Can we stop the war?"

Duan Fufeng sighed and ordered someone to take her out.

Wutong was forced to return to her own courtyard, looking at the gate with resentment.

The white dog was brought back, stood on its hind legs, and begged her for a bone.

She waved her hand heavily, sat down on the stone bench in the courtyard, and let out a long sigh.

In fact, she knew that even if she persuaded Duan Fufeng to unilaterally cease hostilities, it wouldn't work; the main problem still lay with Nanxing.

How can we get Nanxing to withdraw his troops?

After thinking it over carefully, she came up with an adventurous idea and decided to give it a try. So she went to the mountain and asked her to borrow her venomous snake.

Shan asked疑惑地, "What do you need them for? What if I get bitten?"

Wutong said, "Don't snakes eat mice? There have been mice squeaking in my yard lately, so I'm asking them to help me eat them."

"No way, if we don't get rid of the rats and you get bitten by a snake instead, I'll hang myself."

No matter what she said, Shan wouldn't agree, and in the end, he even asked her a question in return.

"Do you have ulterior motives, intending to use them against someone? Who are you going to use them against?"

Wutong didn't speak. She started guessing to herself, stroking her chin as she said:

"You don't have any enemies, and most people wouldn't dare to mess with you, could it be that..."

Shan's expression changed drastically, and he gasped, "You want to deal with Nanxing? You're taking them to find Nanxing?"

Wutong didn't intend to take them to Nanxing; she just wanted to collect some venom and strike when Nanxing was off guard.

He was the mistake of her life. If she hadn't saved him back then, the world might not be like this now.

Since it was a mistake I made myself, I should naturally fix it myself.

In terms of martial arts, she was no match for Nanxing; she could only succeed by relying on some special methods.

But Shan always cared about her safety and would definitely not agree to let her go.

Therefore, Wutong denied it without even thinking.

"No, how could I be so stupid?"

Shan was skeptical.

"That's good. You should stop getting involved in these fighting and killing. Isn't it better to live a peaceful and healthy life?"

Wutong nodded, bid farewell, and left.

Shan had been studying medicinal herbs, and soon went out to pick up the medicine she had ordered from the pharmacy on the street.

Not long after she left, Wutong climbed over the wall into the courtyard, carrying a bottle in her hand.

She found the snake, grabbed one out, pinched its head tightly, and slammed it down on its vital spot.

The venomous snake reacted instinctively, spraying two streams of venom from its fangs.

Wutong caught the snake in the bottle, put the lid on, and released it back, as if nothing had happened.

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