Chapter 211: War Rises

On a winter night, the fresh air passes through the golden watchtower, and the cold moon shines on the iron clothes.

Outside the main camp of soldiers stationed outside Xinzhou city, various soldiers have already formed an array in front.

The infantry is in the center, the cavalry is divided into two wings, and the archers are hidden behind the front infantry. A small portion of the infantry are heavy infantry, with one holding a shield and the other holding a sword. They are specially designed to counter the archery of the Tartar nomads and can both attack and defend against the enemy's bows and arrows. However, there are more light infantry and cavalry, with less load, fast movement, and easy adjustment. If commanded properly, in this dimly lit night, one can quietly complete a bloody battle like a feather leaf!

On the city tower, the sound of war drums gradually grew louder.

The torches lit in the dark night fluttered and danced with the fluttering flags in the wind.

The faces of 30000 soldiers were blurred into a general shape by light and shadow.

On the podium, the old bloodstains had been washed away, leaving only dry patches of learning in the gaps between iron and wood. Yan Lin's face, which was clearly defined and patient, appeared incredibly bright due to its high position.

Before the red sun sets, he is the sun in the darkness.

The scorching flames burned deep in his pupils, causing the suppressed ambitions and revenge hopes of the past two years to rise with the boiling heart at this moment, transforming into a towering aura that swept through the sky. He drew his sword out of its sheath and lifted the three foot green peak high!

For a moment, all four fields were filled with mountains and tsunamis!

"Step on the Yanmen Gate, defend the country's territory!"

"Kill the Tartars and save the princess!"

"Throw away life and death, don't let each other down!"

The Xinzhou garrison was originally a huge force of 100000, but it fell under the rule of the Xiao family. On the one hand, the military affairs were chaotic, and on the other hand, it was neglected in military training. Less than half of the people who were truly able to be selected to go to the battlefield in a short period of time. On this winter's day, attacking Tatar is not a common tactic among soldiers. It is better to win by surprise, by speed, and by danger. Although Tatar is a country, it is only three provinces compared to Da Qian. 30000 soldiers are enough to catch the enemy off guard and leave them feeling disheveled.

"The Crown Prince feels a bit like a young hero..."

On the high city tower, Lv Xian stood beside the burning torch, feeling the cold wind blowing on his face, and looking at the scene of the distant army's attack. He couldn't help but deeply sigh, but then fell silent.

"The rise and fall of the people are suffering, and I don't know how many people will die in this battle?"

Xie Wei is not far from here.

On this flat ground above the city tower stands an arrow target.

His pale Taoist robe was blown up by the cold wind of hunting, while his cold, soaked fingers rested on the long bow and pulled a carved feather arrow, aiming at the center of the target and saying, "So what?"

Lv Xian was speechless.

Although he has never been a saint who sympathizes with sentient beings, if he sees the suffering of the common people and the suffering of the human world, it is inevitable that he will feel a sense of sorrow. Xie Ju'an, seemingly humble and patient, with a benevolent and kind-hearted heart, showed an astonishing coldness in times of bloodshed, war, and disaster.

Human life is like grass, all living beings are like chess pieces.

However, it cannot be denied that amidst this astonishing coldness, there is also a candlelight and insight that is almost detached from the world.

"There is no way in heaven, and people are the masters. However, the world is mediocre, and the people have no wisdom. How can we stand without breaking, and how can we live without perishing? There is no reason to say except for the word 'death' in this world. If we don't know death, how can we know life?"

With a whoosh.

The carved feather arrow left the string and crashed into the target with a loud force, shattering the wooden target with a "click" and falling towards the rear. In the cold and solemn night, it made a loud noise.

Xie Wei's expressionless face was calm as if flowing deep.

"I let them know they're still alive, they should thank me."

Lv Xian held his breath for a long time before slowly exhaling, but he was more certain than the previous two days: Xie Ju'an's mood was really bad.

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The further north, the later the day breaks.

At the end of the Maozheng period, the tent on the Tatar border was still shrouded in a dim ink blue, extremely quiet. The soldiers on patrol were on the handover, either staying up all night or just waking up, mostly feeling a bit sleepy, and it was the time when their vigilance was at its lowest.

But at this moment, a sharp scream broke the silence!

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack! Da Qian's army is coming, enemy attack -"

Some people didn't even hear clearly at first, thinking they were in a dream, and took several steps before realizing it. They were stunned and shocked.

All the camps were suddenly filled with voices.

The soldiers in their sleep hastily donned their armor and marched into battle, while the sentinels who were passed on quickly leaped onto their horses and ran towards the royal court!

Who could have imagined this unusual raid?

It's not during the warm spring season or the sunny day, but it's the winter day they think is absolutely impossible, the absolutely impossible cold night!

Attack unprepared, be prepared to attack without danger.

As the saying goes, "Soldiers are cunning.".

King Yanda of Tatar was in his prime and had a thrilling battle with several concubines last night. However, he had only recently rested when he heard a warning coming from outside. He felt a headache and was about to crack. After the propaganda soldiers entered the tent to inquire, he became furious and kicked several cases spread on a sheepskin blanket with one foot.

"How could the well behaved Da Qian attack us? Is it just a leak of news?"

He had a beard all over his face, and although his eyebrows and eyes were quite heroic, they lost their yin and yang.

"That woman, what about that woman?"

The maidservants who served on both sides trembled and knelt on the ground. In the past two years, they had already known clearly that the "woman" in the king's mouth was the princess who came to the Tatar for marriage. They quickly trembled and said, "As the king instructed, I will keep her in the tent. I haven't let her go out these days."

Yanda's chest undulated and he carried a knife as he walked out of the king's tent.

Along the way, arrangements were made immediately to deal with the surprise attack, but without stopping, they walked all the way to a three zhang square tent at the eastern end of the Wang Ting.

At this moment, the sky was already dimly lit.

A light came on inside the tent.

A slender and graceful figure fell onto the snow-white tent, and Shen Zhiyi had already heard the noisy and chaotic movements outside and got up.

When Yanda rudely lifted the curtain and entered, she turned her back to the outside, with her hair bun raised high, revealing a slender and fair neck. She had somehow changed from the colorful attire of the Tatars and opened the dusty suitcase, wearing only her old clothes.

There was an imperial princess's coronal attire on her head.

The palace attire, woven from top-quality silk, exudes a brilliant radiance even in the dimly lit light. The golden and silver embroidery threads, flying cranes and turning phoenixes, remain as fresh as ever, cold and gorgeous.

Yanda pulled out a knife and put it around her neck, gritting his teeth fiercely and asking, "Is it you?"

Shen Zhiyi turned her face to look at him.

The faint scar at the corner of her eye was like a rouge on an old scar, imprinting her background and experiences. It also made her feel nothing about the blade on her neck, but she gently curved her lips and said calmly and coldly, "Kill me, you will all die."