Salted Fish Lady Loves to Eat Melons

Chapter 151 Food shortage
Wen Qingwan looked at the magical blackboard. The stars dotted the night sky, and the sand dunes on the ground complemented each other.

Everything was silent, with only the wind blowing through the sand dunes. It existed in the purest form in that desolate place, making people feel its endless power.

Xiao Jin, wearing armor and frowning, stood on the city wall with his generals, looking far ahead, or to be more precise, the enemy camp.

Because of the limited angle on the blackboard, Wen Qingwan could not see that direction. She only saw a layer of silence and depression surrounding the generals.

But the generals' eyes were burning with passion, and their words expressed their determination to protect the city that they had conquered with so much difficulty.

In the reflection of the starlight, their swords flashed coldly and their eyes were full of determination and courage.

"My Lord, the Northern Di sent out 50,000 cavalry this time. Although we killed 10,000 of them during the day, you are already injured and should not fight again."

An old general behind Xiao Jin said respectfully, every wrinkle on his face was a testimony to the years.

"I think what General Cai said makes sense." A middle-aged general stood on the top of the city wall and looked down into the distance.

"My Lord, your health is the most important thing. For the time being, we can only defend the city and not fight and fall into the enemy's trap."

"..." The generals advised earnestly.

"I also know that now is not the time to fight impulsively. A moment of recklessness may put the entire city in danger."

Xiao Jin's voice was hoarse, and he changed his position in an upset state, so that Wen Qingwan could see something not far outside the city.

The Beidi cavalry patrolled like wolves, their iron armor flashing a cold light under the stars and the moon, as if they were messengers from hell.

Their war horses galloped like the wind, the sound of their hooves shook the sky, and Wen Qingwan, who was lying on the bed, couldn't help but feel her heart tighten.

On the city wall on Xiao Jin's side, the guards held longbows in their hands and glanced vigilantly at the enemy troops in the distance.

There was no trace of slackness on their faces, and every movement revealed their loyalty and commitment to the city.

The Northern Di cavalry continued to approach the city, their battle flags fluttering in the wind, and the enemy troops continued to provoke and curse.

Xiao Jin swung the spear in his hand like a gust of wind and rain, and he wished he could rush down the city wall and defeat the enemy one by one.

But the generals on the city wall pulled him back and persuaded him not to be impulsive, saying that he was seriously injured and had not yet healed.

But Xiao Jin was extremely anxious, as if only victory could allow him to return home as soon as possible.

When Wen Qingwan heard someone say that Xiao Jin was still seriously injured, she felt as if a sharp knife was stabbing her heart, making it difficult for her to breathe.

When she heard the Northern Di cavalry continuing to curse, she knew that Xiao Jin's next battle would be a life-and-death struggle.

But the generals were right. They defended the city and did not fight, not because they were retreating, but because they wanted to catch their breath.

Wen Qingwan learned from the generals' words that Xiao Jin had led the generals in a desperate battle during the day.

The enemy suffered a heavy defeat and they were almost able to repel Tie. However, because Xiao Jin was anxious, he was finally surrounded by the enemy.

The enemy's swords and sabers attacked him, and he waved his spear and tried his best to resist.

Sweat and blood were intertwined, but there was only one goal in his eyes, which was to win.

Knowing that the Northern Di cavalry were numerous and fierce, Xiao Jin remained unmoved and continued to fight desperately.

The desire to win burned in his heart and he mistakenly fell into the enemy's encirclement, resulting in a fierce battle in which both sides suffered heavy losses.

Neither attacking nor defending is an easy task. Every battle is a cruel test, and every failure is an extremely heavy blow.

Xiao Jin looked at the enemy in silence, and did not rush down the city wall impulsively. Wen Qingwan was very curious about what he was thinking. So she used a mind-reading talisman. She especially wanted to know what Xiao Jin was thinking at this moment.

Xiao Jin's inner thoughts: When he was injured and almost collapsed, his thoughts flew to the distant Marquis' Mansion. He longed to go home and see her.

Seeing her cold smile and imagining her awkwardly throwing herself into his arms, thinking of those things made his heart warm and gave him infinite courage.

At that time, he had only one belief in his heart, that was to defeat the enemy so that he could go home and see the person he longed to see.

Those desires became stronger and stronger with each fight, so Xiao Jin fell into trouble and suffered defeat because of his eagerness to win.

At this moment, he was still thinking in his heart, "If I die on the battlefield, what will happen to my wife?"

[Does this Marquis want her to remarry or remain a widow? No matter which choice you make, my heart aches. I'd better go to the battlefield without any injuries.]

[But we have to fight. There is not much food left in the city, and last month's military pay has not arrived yet. My wife, what do you want me to do?]

Wen Qingwan replied instinctively: Fortunately, I extorted 50,000 taels from the youngest son of the Shen family today, which is enough for you to eat for a month.

Do you have so much food to buy at the border?

Do you want me to stock up some food for you?

Unfortunately, Xiao Jin couldn't hear him. He only saw him give an order with a bitter look in his eyes: "Pass the order down, soldiers, urge your men to stick to their posts."

"Leng Feng, take the people to buy food. I will go back to my room to recuperate and fight again in two days."

"I will take your orders and send you off, my Lord."

"Your Majesty's health is of great importance. I will defend this position till my death."

"I obey my orders."

The generals' voices rose and fell, and they no longer dared to persuade the Marquis to rest for a few more days. It was already good enough to be able to rest for two days.

What Wen Qingwan didn't expect was that he actually mentioned her. "Do you think our Madam will send us banknotes again?"

Although Xiao Jin walked far away, he could still hear it, otherwise Wen Qingwan would not have heard it, but he did not stop.

Another general kicked the man and cursed, "Get lost! Where can a weak woman like you get so much silver?"

"You are dreaming. The Madam felt sorry for the Marquis and sent it to him to replenish his body. What do you think?"

"Hehe, I'm afraid that we'll starve to death before we die in battle. It must be that the Third Prince is being unkind and has withheld our rations."

"Starve to death? Is that all you can do? If you're hungry, just open the city gate and kill Di Gou's warhorse to satisfy your hunger." Xiao Jin's icy voice came, making everyone tremble.

"My lord, I am not hungry, not at all." The general quickly admitted his mistake.

What a joke! We had so much trouble to persuade the Marquis to call a truce, so he didn't dare to commit suicide.

"My Lord, please go slowly. Oh, no, hehe, my Lord, please go quickly and go back to read the letter written to you by Madam Xie."

Then there was a burst of laughter, and the soldiers' laughter drowned out the curses of the enemy troops below the city.

At this time, Xiao Jin had already walked down from the city wall, and Wen Qingwan could no longer hear what those people were saying.

Wen Qingwan didn't expect that someone as cold as Xiao Jin would have the patience to listen to people teasing him behind his back.

Then, before he was really angry, he muttered in his heart in agreement: [I will go back to read my wife's letter and envy you to death.]