Gu Lan murmured thoughtfully, "It seems that there are quite a lot of provisions at Jiang Qu."
"What did you say, young master?" Nan Shiqi didn’t hear clearly.
Gu Lan said, "Nothing."
She took out a few pieces of candied fruit from her bosom and raised her hand, "Do you want so? Here, have one."
A slender and distinct hand appeared in front of him, holding a piece of golden candied fruit, dusted with sugar, giving off a sweet fragrance.
Nan Shiqi couldn’t help but open his palm, staring blankly as Gu Lan placed the candied fruit in his hand.
"Th-thank you, young master," Nan Shiqi suddenly stamred, "I, I will go on duty now. Young master should rest early, the night is cold, you... take care..."
Gu Lan watched his hurried and flustered figure, noting that his palms were quite pale and tender.
There was always sothing odd about this young man, but she couldn’t recall what it was at the mont.
In a few days, when Xie Yun arrives for disaster relief, she would have him take another apprentice. Nan Shiqi must be good at arithtic, perfect for the Ministry of Revenue.
Nan Shiqi clutched the candied fruit, running to a corner, covering his pounding heart.
The next morning, before the sun rose, the Wei Country’s large army had already gathered under the walls of Yinzhou City, bringing with them the Cloud Ladders.
Just as Gu Lan had expected, once confirming that the Dingyuan Army had not arrived at the Southern Border, the Wei Country’s large army began their frantic siege.
Wei Junzhuo also knew that the city must be low on provisions with unstable morale, and Prince Rui was injured. Though the extent of the injury was unclear, for Yan Country, it was a significant psychological blow.
This mont was the best opportunity for the Wei Army to attack the city.
The Wei Country’s large army was divided into two routes. One set up the Cloud Ladders, holding their shields, fearlessly climbing the city walls, while the other pushed the battering ram, ramming the city gates.
"Relay my command, the first person to charge up the Yinzhou City wall today, I will reward him with ten thousand taels of gold and promote him to Marquis!"
Wei Junzhuo, clad in golden armor, waved his sword and shouted loudly.
Standing at the rear of the army, his dark-gold eyes were like a majestic eagle soaring across the sky, dignified yet wild, determined to win.
Wei Junzhuo was rely a general, yet he promised to grant marquisate and generalship to his subordinates before the battle.
This overstepping of bounds didn’t strike anyone as problematic.
Instead, Wei Junzhuo’s words excited the Wei Country’s soldiers even more, each panting and red-eyed rushing forward.
What greeted them was the Azure Gold Spear in Gu Lan’s hand.
Yinzhou originally had fifty thousand defenders, twenty thousand were dispatched, leaving thirty thousand to guard the city. In just a few days, only ten thousand with injuries remained.
Boulders and hot oil were thrown down, arrows flew, and the Yan Country’s soldiers on the city walls repeated the sa actions, as if it had already beco instinct.
As ti passed, more and more Wei Country soldiers surged onto the city walls, and more and more Yan Country’s soldiers beca exhausted, struck by stray arrows, falling to the ground.
With Wei Junzhuo personally overseeing the battle below the city, these Wei Country soldiers seed invigorated as if injected with stimulants. Perhaps they couldn’t defeat Yan Country on the front battlefield, but they excelled in human wave tactics and were unafraid of death, practically exchanging lives to gain a chance to ascend Yinzhou.
And most importantly, the Yan Country’s defenders were mostly forr Southern Border cavalryn, adept at attack but not defense. Now, they could only frustratingly use their lives to hold the walls.
"Hold the walls! Never let the Wei Army ascend!"
Tang Zhan roared while swinging his long blade.
He didn’t know how many Wei Country soldiers he had killed on the ramparts, only a vague sense that he seed to be near his physical limit.
The blade was dulled, blood nearly drained.
At that mont, Tang Zhan heard the whoosh of an arrow.
He knew he was about to be hit by an arrow, knew its direction, but he was too exhausted to dodge.
Perhaps, letting him die here wouldn’t be bad at all.
To die wrapped in a horsehide, fighting till the end on the battlefield, isn’t that a soldier’s destiny—
With a "clang," the arrow was deflected by a nacing gold spear, and then scalding blood splattered onto Tang Zhan’s back!
It was Gu Lan!
"Focus, you want the Wei Army to breach the city and kill the prince?"
Gu Lan said coldly.
She had deflected the arrow and killed the Wei Country soldier who tried to ambush Tang Zhan.
Tang Zhan turned his head, only to see, amidst the pervasive flas of war, the silver-armored Young Master Gu standing in front of him.
She wore a heavy helt, the red cloak behind her silver armor fluttering in the wind, her sharp, clear eyes like stars in the cold night, defiant yet calm.
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