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

Chapter 7 Letting You Keep Watch

Nanxing had large eyes with distinct pupils. He looked at Wutong with those eyes and said, "I don't want to eat, so I'll just follow you."

Wutong had no choice but to let him go with her.

When going out to war, you can't bring too many flying slaves; you can only put a few in cages and put them in the tent.

After communicating with the guards, Wutong went to find paper and pen to write a letter. Unfortunately, everything here felt unfamiliar to her, far less comfortable than in her own army. In the end, it was Zhou Taili's military officer who found her paper and pen.

There were no tables in the queue, so Wutong found a slightly flat spot on the ground and squatted down to write.

He briefly wrote down everything that had happened since he arrived, sealed the letter, and stuffed it into the letterbox that Fei Nu had tied to his foot.

She let out a long sigh of relief.

What would Lieutenant Li think upon seeing this letter? He was utterly loyal to Abdo and had spent most of his life at the border.

Hearing that Moon Gate Pass had fallen and Abdo had been killed in battle, he must have been the one who was most heartbroken.

Feeling a complex mix of emotions, Wutong thanked the soldiers and led Nanxing back to their tent.

They lay down to sleep, none of them talking, each lost in their own thoughts.

A few hours later, Wutong stood up and went outside to urinate.

For her, things like urinating or taking a bath here are troublesome because it's easy for others to notice, so she tries to do them in the middle of the night to avoid being seen.

Nanxing had been asleep, but his hearing was as sharp as a rabbit's. As soon as she moved slightly, he opened his eyes, rolled over, and got up, saying, "I'll go keep watch for you."

In the past, whenever Wutong went to the toilet or took a shower, she would ask Nanxing to keep watch for her.

Firstly, he is a child, so it wouldn't be too awkward to do this kind of thing next to him.

Secondly, Nanxing is the only person who knows her gender, and she will definitely not reveal this secret to anyone else.

However, she was in a low mood today and wanted to be alone, so she told Nanxing to continue sleeping and that she would go by herself.

Nanxing was very persistent, as stubborn as a rock, and successfully persuaded her to go out with him.

The two arrived at a secluded spot outside the camp. Nanxing stopped, and Wutong walked a little further back and stopped behind a large tree.

With his back to her, Nanxing said, "I saw a lot of clean clothes on their supply truck. How about I get you a set tomorrow?"

During the previous disaster relief efforts, Wutong had complained to him that her clothes hadn't been changed in a long time and were starting to smell, and he had kept that to himself.

In the past, Wutong would have been very grateful to him, but now she really had no mood to care about food, clothing, shelter and transportation.

She gave a casual "hmm" and then fell silent. Nanxing heard the sound of water beside her ear, so she also kept quiet, looking at the dark night sky and the camp with torches lit in front of her.

A minute or two later, a muffled thud suddenly came from behind the tree.

Nanxing thought Wutong had tripped and fell, so she quickly asked, "What happened?"

Wutong didn't speak. He asked several more times, but still no one answered.

"Are you hurt? If you don't say anything, I'll come over myself."

It was quiet behind the tree.

Nanxing took a deep breath and tiptoed over.

He was well aware of the differences between men and women, so even though he liked the sycamore tree very much, he never violated any taboos.

What he saw startled him – the area behind the tree was completely empty; there wasn't a single person in sight, not even a hair!

Where did the sycamore trees go?

Nanxing shouted a few times, but only the howling night wind answered him.

He couldn't help but feel panicked. He walked around the tree a few times and finally found a large, blood-stained rock in a clump of inconspicuous withered grass.

It's clear that Wutong hasn't collapsed to the point of wanting to commit suicide; she couldn't have smashed the stone herself.

Someone kidnapped her!

Nanxing's expression changed, and he took a step forward to chase after it, but after a few steps he ran back.

He can't be foolish; one person's strength is limited. He should go find Zhou Taili.

"Hey! What are you doing? Stop right now!"

Ignoring the guards' attempts to stop him, Nanxing grabbed a rock and rushed into the tent.

Zhou Taili was sleeping with his general in his arms when he was startled and almost drew his sword, but fortunately Nanxing spoke first.

"Wutong has been kidnapped!"

Wutong has been kidnapped.

When she woke up, her eyes were covered with a cloth, and she could not see anything; the world was pitch black.

The rest of the ride was constantly swaying, as if it were in a horse-drawn carriage or oxcart, moving and stopping intermittently.

Her head hurt terribly, and the wound hissed as if the cold wind was blowing directly into it. The person who knocked her unconscious was so ruthless that they almost smashed the back of her head.

She didn't know what time it was or how much time had passed, but she felt a familiar scent carried by the cool breeze—the fragrance of fruits.

In this desolate Gobi Desert, the only place that can emit this kind of smell is Dagua Town.

She's back in Dagua Town? But wasn't Dagua Town already occupied by the Eastern Qi army?

Could it be that... the people who kidnapped her were from Dongqi?

After Wutong figured it out, she increasingly felt that this was how things were, and she immediately became terrified, not daring to breathe.

Finally, the car stopped, and someone walked over.

They seemed to lift something, and Wutong vaguely felt light shining on her eyelids before she was kicked to the ground.

She fell face down, her face hitting the ground. Her nose was sore and painful; I don't know if she bled from the impact.

Before she could think any further, someone grabbed her by the back of her collar and dragged her away like a dead dog.

Throughout the entire process, no one around me spoke.

The town of Dagua was not as lively as usual. The whole town was lifeless, and even the refreshing aroma of melons and fruits seemed to be tainted with a strong smell of blood.

Wutong's bare arms scraped against the ground, stinging her skin. Her neck was also constricted by her clothes, making it difficult to breathe.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, the man dragged her into a certain place and then threw her forward.

The remaining soft, slightly fishy-smelling long hair pricked her nose, and Wutong felt as if she had been thrown onto a wool carpet.

After abandoning her, the man turned and walked away, his footsteps fading into the distance.

Wutong was already completely bewildered by him, but after realizing that she was likely to fall into the hands of the Dongqi people, she refused to sit idly by and wait for her death.

Their eyes were covered, their mouths were gagged, and their hands and feet were tied.

She had lost all her functions and could only desperately wriggle her body, crawling like a caterpillar.

My head hit something hard, like a table leg.

She gritted her teeth, mustered all her strength, and slammed her head against the wall with all her might!

The table flew quite a distance, and something fell from it, landing on the ground with a crisp "clang".

Judging from the sound, it should be a dagger!

Very good!

Ignoring the risk of being scratched, the sycamore tree twisted its body with all its might, its fingers twisted behind its back, groping with difficulty.

They've caught them! They've caught them!

Her fingertips touched the knife handle, and she became so excited that she almost burst into tears.

End of this chapter