The number one spendthrift woman in the capital actually brings glory to her entire family?

Any soldier who is late for the assembly will be whipped twenty times and forced to run ten miles across the country. Any soldier who oppresses the people or plunders will be whipped fifty times and then hung up to be exposed to wind and rain for two days and two nights. Of course, he would probably be dead by then. Anyone who deserts or retreats without permission will be beheaded without question.

Lady Sikong said that her soldiers only needed to obey her unwaveringly and absolutely, without asking why.

As long as the soldiers did as she said and did not violate military discipline, everyone was generally quite content. Therefore, everyone both respected and feared this officer, and both loved and hated her!

"Yes, please rest assured, sir!"

Several people responded in unison.

"And you, sir?"

Zhang Feihu asked.

Lord Sikong slowly put away the map, glanced at the group, and they all froze, immediately falling silent...

……

The next evening, at the west gate of Tata City.

'Rumble...'

A thunderous roar of hooves thundered towards the city gate. Looking in the direction of the sound, one could vaguely see countless banners fluttering wildly amidst the billowing swirls and splashing mud not far from the gate. Thousands upon thousands of horses were galloping towards them at breakneck speed, accompanied by the deafening beat of drums. On horseback rode burly men dressed in identical military uniforms, brandishing their sabers and galloping like madmen...

It's the army of the Liao Dynasty!

The distinctive eagle emblem on their collars signified their distinguished status.

The most valiant and skilled Eagle Division under the command of Prince Xifenglie of the Liao Dynasty!

However, just as they were about to reach the city of Tata, a bugle call suddenly sounded ahead—a signal to halt their advance.

The soldiers quickly pulled on the reins and came to a stop in an orderly fashion!

"Look! What's that? Tata City!"

"It's Tata City! It looks like it's on fire! What happened?"

"My God, there's so much smoke! It looks like Tata City is on fire!"

"What! Our Tata City is on fire!"

The Liao soldiers looked up, their eyes wide, at the thick smoke billowing into the sky above the city. For a moment, they were speechless and at a loss for what to do.

At the front of the troops, a cold-looking man in a silver battle robe was also looking up at the billowing black smoke. His deep, cold eyes were filled with a chilling light, and his cold, slightly effeminate face was covered with a layer of frost. He held the reins with one hand, but his other hand, which was gripping the sword at his waist, suddenly tightened very tightly.

"Your Highness, what's going on in this city...?"

The strategist, Gore, looked up at the smoke-filled city of Tata and suddenly felt a sense of foreboding. He turned his head uneasily and looked at Xifeng Lie's horribly gloomy handsome face, and said in a low voice.

A chilling glint flashed in Xi Fenglie's cold eyes as he gripped the hilt of his sword tightly. The sudden chill emanating from his body made Gore beside him tremble involuntarily.

"Order the entire army to halt! Scouts to immediately enter the city and investigate to find out what's going on!"

A furious roar, fueled by gritted teeth, erupted from Xi Fenglie's throat. Several of his lieutenants broke out in a cold sweat and hurriedly ordered the guards to enter the city. The entire group remained where they were, gazing at the city ahead and unable to help but discuss among themselves.

Before an incense stick could burn, the scouts sent out finally returned.

"Your Highness, a great fire broke out in the city yesterday. Most of the city's residents have already fled Tata City, and most of the buildings and houses have been destroyed..."

"What about those Da Yong soldiers?"

Before the scout could finish speaking, Xi Fenglie coldly interrupted.

"We searched for a long time, but found no trace of the Dayong army..."

"Your Highness, I'm afraid they've already vanished!"

At this moment, Gore, who was standing next to him, suddenly frowned and said something.

"The place is deserted? The place is deserted?"

Xi Fenglie murmured, then sneered, "Order the army to enter the city!"

With that, he spurred his horse and galloped forward, the entire army quickly following. Before long, the mighty army passed through the city gate and entered the city...

Upon entering the city, a truly appalling scene greeted my eyes—

The charred mud houses and the once bustling and beautiful streets were now filled with broken and collapsed walls and ruins. The raging fire had been roaring for a day and a night and was still frantically devouring the entire city. If it weren't for the fine drizzle falling from the sky, the fire dragon hovering over Tata City would surely have been even more frenzied and terrifying in its destruction of the city.

The stench of burning was almost nauseating. The sounds of collapsing buildings and flickering flames filled the air. The city seemed deserted, with scattered items everywhere, most of which were charred beyond recognition.

Xi Fenglie ordered his army to search the entire city. Half an hour later, his soldiers came in panic to report—

"Your Highness, there's an incident at the drill ground near the east gate of the city!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Xifenglie spurred his horse and charged wildly towards the east of the city.

"Head to the east gate of the city immediately!"

Gore roared, his unease mixed with an unconscious fear, and quickly spurred his horse to follow.

……

Too bad!

When Gore saw the scene before him, only these three words came to mind!

Countless severed limbs and remains came into view. More than 20,000 Liao prisoners of war were trapped in this training ground. The surrounding area was engulfed in flames. Although the flames did not reach the people inside, they engulfed the entire training ground. The hands of the more than 20,000 prisoners of war were chained together and circled around the huge stone pillar that stood tall in the center of the training ground.

Their faces were filled with fear, their voices were hoarse from screaming, and they were trembling with fear at the raging fire. Many of them collapsed to the ground.

The Liao soldiers who arrived at the scene exerted tremendous effort to extinguish the fire outside and rushed in to rescue the captured soldiers, only to find that all of them had been rendered useless!

They either had the tendons in one hand severed, or the tendons in their foot cut, or they were missing an arm or a leg...

They were simply unable to pick up weapons and continue fighting!

The training ground was stained with blood, and the pungent smell of blood, mixed with the smell of burning, almost made people vomit!

Xi Fenglie stood stiff and cold on the edge of the training ground, silently watching everything, unable to utter a single word.